#if there's any corrections i need to make please tell me since i'm too tired to re-read

[varpusvaras]

There was a call coming through an outside line.

A priority call, Index noted, but not an emergency one. He glanced at his current ongoing tasklist, and as it was going slow at the moment (The Royal Guard, even after integrating many of the former Guard vode, really didn't get hurt a lot), he accepted the call.

"Oh, Your Majesty", he nodded his head as the call connected. "How can I be of help today?"

"Good morning, Index", Breha nodded back at him and smiled pleasantly. "I would like you to look up something for me, if it's not too much."

"Of course" Index said. "I'm assuming this is about Fox?" He was already opening Fox's files that he still had saved on the system.

"Yes", Breha said. "You have shared all of the information about his health during his service on Coruscant, but I was wondering if you had any files on him before that?"

"I have his training performance reviews and everything the medics on Kamino have written up", Index answered. "Was there something specific you wanted to know?"

"Do you have any information on when his birthday is?"

Index paused.

"I'm sorry?" He asked.

"Oh, right", Breha frowned just a little and maybe for a second, barely. "You had a different term for it, correct? Decanting date? I apologise for assuming anything."

Oh, right, indeed. This was not the first time someone had asked for their decanting dates while calling them birthdays, but it had been a while since the last one.

"I'm afraid that information was not extented to me on his files, when I became the CMO of the Guard", Index said. "It is considered to be part of the initial product line control infromation, and not health."

Now she did frown a lot more and a lot longer.

"I'm assuming I need to ask for that information from Kamino?" She asked.

"Most likely, yes", Index said. "I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help."

"No, no, you have helped plenty", Breha smoothed her expression again and then smiled at him. "Thank you. I was just filling out more paperwork, and well, of course we want to celebrate it with him. Though I do need it otherwise as well. The birthdays of the Royal Family are considered national holidays here."

Right. Index had to smile a little. Being a person and Royalty on top of it came with a lot of weird things, didn't it?

"I see", he said. "Well, once you know, would you like to relay the information forward? I'm sure the Guard and the rest of Fox's brothers would also love to celebrate it."

"I will", Breha gave him one last smile. "I will talk to you later. Have a nice rest of your day."

"You as well", Index nodded. He got back to his slow work after, though couldn't help but think back to the call for the rest of the day.

It would be nice to know when he had entered the world for once and for all. Kamino would just probably be a bit...difficult, when it came to releasing any information to anyone. Well, if anyone could get anything out of the long-necks, it would be Fox's riduurs. Stubborn they were, all three of them.

---

"What are you doing?"

Fox watched as Bail almost jumped on his chair.

"Ah", Bail said, blinking rapidly for a moment, before he seemed to gather himself enough to turn around in his chair and smile at Fox. "Hello, love. You startled me a little."

Fox raised his brow.

"If me walking into the room and speaking in a normal tone was enough to startle you, then it means that you are too tired and need to stop working", he said. "Do not make me a hypocrite."

"You wouldn't be a hypocrite", Bail said. "You have been so good with your work hours now."

"Yes, because you two keep dragging me off if I work even a couple of minutes overtime." They sure did. Every single time, with pleading eyes and soft smiles and gentle hands and words, telling him that you have already worked enough, please take at least a little break, you deserve the rest after all, please come here. "So I would be a hypocrite if I didn't do that as well. It's almost 1 in the morning. You told me you would be in bed soon over four hours ago."

He had fallen asleep for a couple of hours, and woken up to being cold and to an still empty bed.

Bail glanced at his desk. Fox decided to be a bit unfair.

"I came to Coruscant to see you", he said.

Bail sighed.

"Of course, my love", he said, finally getting up. "This has just...taken a lot of time."

"I'm sure", Fox said. Most things in Bail's line of work did. "What is it about? Short version."

"It's about getting the Vode an access to all their own information", Bail said. "Kamino is still on the stance that it can't make the information regarding cloning public, and thus is witholding all of your personal information on that basis. We're trying to argue that it's not about making the cloning information public, it's about giving you all the access to all the information regarding yourselves. Since, you are, all now considered sentients, and it's against the Republic law to withold personal information from any sentient being. Kamino can argue that it's not in the Republic officially, but they have gotten so much Republic funding and have a seat still in the Senate, that we think it's irrelevant if they are officially a member or not."

Fox nodded, slowly. He had not even thought about any of that, if he was being completely honest. There had been a lot of things to think about after the War, and access to some information he had not even thought existed had not been in the forefront of his mind.

Though, now, he thought it was only fair to have that. Even if he didn't think there was anything important in there for him, it could be more than beneficial for others.

"That is nice of you", he said, reaching up a little to press a kiss to the corner of Bail's mouth. "I appreciate it. But now, I would also appreciate my husband coming to sleep with me."

Bail laughed a bit.

"I'm coming", he said. "I'm sure the temperature of the bed is too low for your liking."

Fox rolled his eyes at the teasing look Bail was giving him.

"Damn right it is", he said. "So come on, I need it heated up."

---

There was a sound of movement coming next to her.

"Breha?" Fox's low, sleepy voice called. "Why are you up?"

Breha instantly lowered the brightness of her datapad.

"I'm sorry", she said, quietly, to not to wake Fox up more. "Just a little schedule issue I started to think about, nothing more."

"Okay", Fox mumbled. Even in the dimmer light, Breha could see him watching her. He looked utterly adorable like this, his hair ruffled from sleep and the blanket wrapped tightly around him all the way to his shoulders. His forehead was almost touching Breha's hip from how close he was laying to her, unconsciously always seeking her or Bail out.

Thank you, she said in her head to the Force, thank you for giving me not one but two cute husbands.

She quickly returned to her datapad, signing off the messages and plans she had open on the screen, and then closed the device. She pulled her own blanket up and laid down. She bit back a laugh when Fox immediately shuffled even closer and partially wrapped himself around her.

Breha pressed her head against his chest and listened to his heartbeat and already slowening breath, and despite the excitement running laps inside her, she let them lull her into easy sleep.

---

Fox woke up to a hand running gently down on his hair.

"Good morning, love", Bail's voice came from beside of him, and Fox opened his eyes.

He was met with Bail's smiling face. Fox blinked a couple of times, chasing off the sleep from his eyes.

"Morning", he answered, still a bit confused. "...when did you get here?"

He had spoken with him last night before going to sleep, and Bail had very much been on Coruscant then. But here he was now, very much so, on Alderaan and right in front of him, sitting at the edge of the bed.

"Just now", Bail answered. "I landed less than half an hour ago."

Fox smiled.

"That's nice", he said, because, it really was. It was always nice to have Bail and Breha both with him. "A nice surprise."

"It was supposed to be", Bail said. "Just for you, and I do have other surprised with me for you as well, though I those are more commonly called presents."

Now Fox was confused again.

"For me?" He asked. He finally sat up and rubbed his eyes. "What's the occasion?"

"Oh, nothing much", Bail said, with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Just your birthday."

Fox stared for a moment, his still half-asleep brain catching up to what was said.

"My...what?" He asked then.

"Your birthday", Bail repeated. "The bill of releasing your personal information for yourself went through last month. We as your next of kin had an access to the very basics, which included your decanting date."

Fox...didn't know what to say.

So, he first checked the date.

It was a strange feeling, to suddenly know that in this very day, he had come out of his growth tube, probably screaming his lungs off. Fox had known vaguely when it had happened, of course, as they had all been strictly grouped up with other vode of similar age, but still...the exact date had been unknown to him. Up until now.

Fox turned back towards Bail, who was still smiling, just very softly now.

"Happy birthday", Bail said, and leaned to press a kiss on Fox's forehead.

Oh. Fox suddenly felt- a bit emotional. He had never had a birthday before.

"Thank you", he said, and if Bail asked, he could pass on the scratchiness in his voice being because he had just woken up.

"Oh, we're awake now?" Breha was standing in the doorway to their bedroom, with a little tray in her hands. "Breakfast will be a bit later at the terrace, but bringing caf to bed on one's birthday is the spouse's job."

Bail moved out of the way a little, so Breha could lay down the tray in front of Fox on the bed. She had brought out his favorite cup. It was such a small thing, and Fox used the cup multiple times a week, but...

Breha leaned closer and kissed him on the cheek.

"Happy birthday, my love" she said to Fox's ear, and Fox really had to blink a few extra times.

"Thank you", he said, and took the cup. There were two other cups as well, and Breha took one, once she had climbed back onto the bed. Bail took a moment longer to go and open up the rest of the blinds on the windows, to let the bright, white morning light into the room fully, before he also sat back down on the bed and took a cup for himself.

"Your brothers will be here a bit later", Bail said. "I know most of them have been bursting at the seams for having to keep this a secret for a while now."

Oh, that Fox could imagine. He snorted.

"I will tell you now, somehow that is all my fault", he said. "For daring to be born on this specific date and not knowing it already."

Breha and Bail both laughed at that, and Fox took a sip from his caf. His favorite blend and a lot of sugar. Of course it was.

He smiled into his cup and definitely was not too emotional about it.

---

Fox opened the file.

There was a lot, and it seemed a lot of it was just about his very specific genetics and his cellular division during the embryotic stage. He skipped over those. He skimmed the pages about his growth once had started to resemble a human more, how he had gotten all of his organs and limbs and fingers and toes and everything just in time just like he should. A healthy, prime product, they called him.

Then he found what he had been looking for.

CC-1010 - Decanting Measurements and additional information

Height at the time of decanting: 52.3 centimeters (converted to the Republic Standard Unit of Measure)

Weight at the time of decanting: 3.389 kilograms (converted to the Republic Standard Unit of Measure)

Reflexes optimal, reactive to the standard. Initial eyesight and hearing tests passed up to the standard. Lung capacity optimal, vocal response as expected upon decanting, slight difficulties in quelling the vocal responses by the staff present. Activity high after decanting, the range of limbs optimal and up to standard. Additional note: activity above the standard after decanting, difficulties in securing the movements while transferring

Fox couldn't help but laugh. He really had come out to the Galaxy screaming, and, apparently also kicking.

Yeah, that sounded just right.

#it's my birthday so guess what? I'm writing myself a birthday ficlet! #fox is not a fellow aries but he can get his celebration fic written today as well #baby fox: unhand me you strange people! #sw #tcw #my writing #ficlets #commander fox #bail organa #breha organa #bail/breha/fox #clone medic oc: Index #No Order 66 AU #Star Writing

[darubyprincx]

(this work is a continuation of this post! if you haven't read it yet, please read it first for context)

Meanwhile in the Overworld, Xisuma was trying his best to not get K.O'ed by a gaggle of guardians.

He sluggishly dodged a beam in the salty water, turning around quickly just to see another hit him square in the helmet. With a sigh, he clambered out of the water and flew towards the safety of the portal a few blocks above to get some milk. Guardian wrangling was always exhausting, even when you hadn't been going at it for hours. X considered that maybe he needed a day off to take a good long nap. Maybe that day should be today.

The portal behind him whispered, speaking of someone coming through, and he turned around to see none other than Mumbo Jumbo stumble onto the stone platform he had built, holding a shulker box.

Internally, he shelved that thought with a sigh. He'd have to take a break later.

"'Ello," he said, pleasantly surprised. "Anything else you need, or were you just dropping by?"

"Well," said Mumbo, pushing his hair out of his face, "I got really really lost on my way to your portal to ask you this. Like, really lost."

"Are you alright?" asked X with concern. Mumbo did look- well, he always looked at least a little tired, but tireder than usual.

"I ran into your brother," said Mumbo.

"That doesn't answer my question," said X with a (hopefully silent) sigh.

"Okay, so you know how I left the server a few months back to go on vacation?" asked Mumbo, putting down the shulker box and, after a moment's hesitation, sitting down on it.

"Yep."

"Well I got back and uh, well, there's a lot more diamonds in there than I remember putting in," said Mumbo, patting the side of the box. "I figured since I'd run into EX instead of you, he might have-"

"They," corrected X automatically.

"Right, sorry," said Mumbo. "I figured they might have known where the diamonds went."

"Please don't tell me they tried to extort you of your money," said X with a sigh. "I can get you some of what you lost if you need-"

"No, no, they didn't," said Mumbo quickly. "Actually, they said something about it being too easy to just say it was theirs? They're the one who pointed me over here, actually. I think h- they just wanted to be rid of me, to be honest."

Xisuma hummed thoughtfully. "That tracks too," he said. "Anyways, no, I haven't lost any diamonds either."

"Huh," said Mumbo. "Any idea who might have?"

X paused another minute, looking at the shulker box Mumbo was sitting on then back to Mumbo then back to the box. He had a suspicion, but...

"Mind if I take a look at what's in it?" he asked. Mumbo nodded and X walked over and opened it. Inside sat gleaming stacks of diamond blocks and deepslate diamond ore, the blocks hastily assembled.

Ah.

So that's what was going on.

"I have an inkling," he said, standing back up and handing the box back to Mumbo, "that Ren might know more on this subject than I."

"Alright," said Mumbo with a nod. "Thanks for the lead, X. I'll make sure- I'll make sure to ask him."

"Before you go, is there anything else that EX said to you?" asked X as Mumbo stepped back to the portal. "I know they keep to themself mostly, but I'd like to know if they're planning on pulling something."

"Uh, not really, no," said Mumbo, scratching the back of his head.

"Are you sure?"

"Well, there was something about me going to therapy for anxiety," said Mumbo with a short laugh. "I'm not sure if it was actual advice or an insult."

X wanted to sigh so badly in that moment, but he kept it in check for the sake of his guest. "Yeah, that sounds like something they'd do," he said with a nod.

"Do you- do you figure they were right?" asked Mumbo, looking him in the eyes for the first time that meeting. "I just wanted a second opinion on it."

Xisuma took a long look at the man in the suit who was known serverwide as the nervous wreck with a moustach, currently tapping fingers on his pants leg. He had seen the man be confident exactly once in season 6, and never again before or since. Despite their shortcomings, EX was a good judge of character, and... yeah, he agreed with them on this.

"If you feel like it would help you," he said finally with a shrug, trying to keep his tone as lighthearted as possible, "I know either Cleo or Joe have some sort of degree in that sort of thing."

"Huh," said Mumbo. "Never would have expected that from Cleo. Well, thanks again," he said, putting one foot into the portal and giving a wave. "I'll update you if anything happens."

"See you, my friend," called X, giving back a wave of his own. He waited silently for a few seconds after Mumbo was through the other side of the portal before turning back to his rudimentary storage system with a deep sigh and a small chuckle.

"Good Lord," he muttered to himself, pulling out his comms and typing in a message to EX.

<Xisuma> By the way, Mumbo just dropped by and I told him to go to either Cleo or Joe for therapy <Xisuma> Thanks for bringing that up, I think we've been trying to schedule him an appointment under the table but nobody knows how to do that politely lol <EvilXisuma> finally. thank hels <EvilXisuma> that man was giving me secondhand embarrassment just by existing <Xisuma> hey, be nice to the man, he has anxiety <EvilXisuma> no shit, sherlock

X sighed and put his comm back in his pocket. Maybe he'd take that off day today after all.

#ray's tag #mcyt #hermitcraft #mumbo jumbo #xisuma #writing #i love this lil series #might turn it into a fic when i get the energy later #keys' writing

[hippiegoth97]

Last Christmas: An Eddie Munson x Reader Holiday Story Pt. 2

Description: You and the gang play White Elephant, opening and stealing one another's gifts. You end up with a present you least expect, and share a dance with friends. When you and Eddie take a turn on the dance floor, things get a little too close for comfort. Can you and Eddie salvage your relationship, or are you too far gone?

Warnings: swearing, female reader, drug use, alcohol use, angst, heartbreak, crying, light smut mention, fluff

Last Christmas Pt. 2

A crowded room, friends with tired eyes...

Eddie's POV

You watch silently as Y/N walks towards the rear of Harrington's humble home with Robin and Argyle to have a little smoke session. Usually you'd join them, since you're quite the stoner yourself. But you can see you're far from welcome, she wants absolutely nothing to do with you. Her words earlier, no feelings at all, ring in your head over and over. "You good, Munson?" Steve asks once the trio slide the glass door shut behind them.

"Not really. But that doesn't really matter, does it?" You say bitterly, taking a swig of your eggnog. Usually you hate the stuff, but you've been steadily consuming it to keep yourself in one piece. Seeing Y/N again feels just as awful as the day she left and never came back.

"Don't say that, man. Of course it does." Jonathan pipes up, flashing you an apologetic look. You just shrug in response, unsure of what else to say. You really wish you weren't having this conversation at all. Clearly you have no chance of getting Y/N back, so what's the point of rehashing the same old shit?

"Even so, do you guys really wanna hear about my extinct love life for the millionth time? It's Christmas, there's supposed to be music and presents and all that holly jolly crap. Maybe I should go, I don't wanna bring you guys down all night." You start getting up to leave, but everyone quickly protests. You sigh, plopping back down into your chair. You know for a fact they'd sooner tie you down than let you walk out that door. There's more of them than there are of you, and Steve is ridiculously strong. "Fine! I'll stay! But can we drop it? Please? I'm hangin' on by a thread as it is." You sniffle, exhaling sharply as tears prick your tired eyes.

"Eddie, we really think you need to have a talk with Y/N." Dustin says, looking away from the claymation elves singing about making toys to speak to you seriously.

You just shake your head, the thought of that alone makes you want to off yourself. "Nah, man. She wants nothin' to do with me. And I don't blame her." Your voice trembles slightly. Goddammit, here come the waterworks.

"I wouldn't be too sure about that, dude. Robin told me Y/N still sleeps in your old t-shirt. She used to sniff it for the scent of you when she thought Robin wasn't looking. She cried for hours when it didn't smell like you anymore. And she hums your guys' song all the time without realizing it, "Beast of Burden", right?" Your eyes widen at Steve telling you this. The possibility that Y/N doesn't completely hate you blows your mind. Since the day she walked out the door, she's never contacted you again. She had Robin pick up any of her stuff still at your place, exchanging it for the things you left with her. The only thing missing was that beat-up Mötley Crüe t-shirt, you figured you'd lost it while you were drunk or something.

"Either way, I don't think she's in the mood to talk. I don't wanna hurt her again." You really don't get why everyone seems to have planned this ambush tonight. No doubt Robin and Argyle are working their mojo on Y/N to convince her to speak with you. You'd love it if she did, but you can see it now. She's letting them have an earful, telling them to mind their own fucking business. She's so damn stubborn, it's one of the million things you love about her. Loved, you mentally correct yourself.

"But you're both sitting here like goddamn ticking time bombs. Any minute, you're bound to explode. Unless you resolve this. We're not saying you'd necessarily get back together, but it would be good for both of you to work towards being able to tolerate sitting in the same room." Nancy takes her turn now, and you just roll your eyes.

"You guys really can't let this go, can you? Why do you care so much about mine and Y/N's relationship anyways?" You finish the rest of your drink, setting the empty glass on the floor. You cross your arms in frustration, waiting for this stupid talk to be over.

"No, we can't let it go. Because you and Y/N are our friends, and we love you. And we've had to sit and watch you both be in pain for months. And none of us can make that hurt go away, only you guys can do that." Mike says, hoping you understand how hard it's been for everyone to watch you and Y/N suffer.

You sigh, dragging your palms down your face. Partially in aggravation, and partially to wipe your tears away. "Fuck! Fine! But I'm not gonna force it. If she won't talk, I'm gonna let her be. Fair enough?"

The group nods in agreement, murmuring various 'yes's and 'okay's as they finally drop the subject. "I'm gonna go get the others from outside. I'd say now's as good a time as ever to start the game." Max says, standing up from her cozying up to Lucas. She walks to the door, sliding it open before shouting into the cold. "Hey, potheads! Hurry up, it's time for presents!"

Y/N POV

"Alright, who wants to pick the first gift?" Jonathan asks, taking on the task of supervising this little game. Nobody volunteers, when Robin speaks up.

"How about we have Y/N go first?" She smiles at you, trying to get you in the spirit of things. You roll your eyes, she's incorrigible sometimes.

"Uh, sure. Step on up, Y/N." Jonathan says awkwardly. You take a deep breath, standing up slowly as the weed has finally decided to kick in. You walk over to the tree, looking over the plentiful pile of presents wrapped in shiny paper. You pick up a smaller one, leaving the larger gifts for the others. You return to your seat to open it, tearing the paper to reveal a jar of soaking salts.

"Ooh! These'll make bathtime very relaxing!" You say cheerily, showing everyone what you got. You actually really like this present, long hot baths are one of your favorite ways to relieve stress. Everyone murmurs in agreement, and Robin goes next. She gets a matching hat and glove set, which looks very cozy. Next is Argyle, who opens up a box of fancy chocolates.

"Sweet! I've got major munchies, man!" Argyle says, opening the box and taking one of the sweets out of its wrapper before popping it into his mouth.

"Well, safe to say that gift is out of play now." Jonathan shakes his head, his poor friend clearly doesn't understand the rules. Nobody seems to mind though, it's just chocolate. Next to pick a present is Nancy, who decides to steal your bath salts. You stand up to open another present, which turns out to be a Magic 8 Ball. You're less enthused about this item, but you figure one of the kiddos will take it off your hands at some point.

"Okay, my turn!" Steve says while rubbing his hands together. He picks up a gift bag, pulling a pack of warm socks from under the tissue paper. "Wow, just what I wanted." He says sarcastically, wondering if his parents secretly put a gift of their own in the bunch before leaving town.

"I will happily take those off your hands, Stevie." Eddie says, holding out his hands for Steve to toss him the socks. He catches them with ease, placing them in his lap. Your eyes meet again, and he instinctively gives you a small smile. You return it out of reflex, before realizing who you're looking at. You quickly frown instead, turning away to see what Steve reveals this time. It's a D&D starter set.

"Dammit." Steve mutters, cursing his inability to pick one of the better presents. Next up is Will, taking a chance with a larger box. He tears the paper away, revealing a portable radio.

"Nice!" Will says, very pleased with this find. Jonathan and the rest of the kids take their turns, most opting to open a brand new gift as opposed to stealing someone else's. The next six gifts are a Stephen King novel, the Star Wars trilogy on VHS, a Santa Claus mug with hot cocoa mix, a sketchbook, a knitted blanket, and a Walkman. Max steals the D&D set from Steve, deciding to give the game a try since the boys love it so much. Steve gets to pick for a third time, and he ends up with a thick, cozy scarf.

"Now this I can live with." Steve says, smirking as he’s got something he actually wants. Erica is last, taking your 8 Ball for herself. She claims she'll use it to make any and all further decisions for the foreseeable future. This leaves you empty handed once again, and there's only one gift left beneath the tree. Jonathan hands it to you, and everyone watches in anticipation to see what's inside.

You tear open the paper, pulling the lid off the flimsy box beneath. And inside, is a Santa hat. With devil horns glued onto it. Just like Eddie's. Leave it to you to end up with the gift that your ex-boyfriend brought. The room goes completely silent, and you don't know what to say. Your eyes dart across the room to him again, and he tries his hardest to silently apologize. You can feel the others watching you two, waiting to see what happens next. You look away, inspecting the hat for a moment. You rub your fingers over the fuzzy material, smiling slightly at the hand-stitched letters that spell 'SATAN' on the white brim. "You can trade with me if you want, Y/N." Robin offers, extending her gift to you.

"No, it's fine! It's a cute hat, cheeky." You giggle genuinely, it really plays into the sense of humor you and Eddie used to share. You wanna be a good sport, and not hurt his feelings. You pick up the hat, settling it on top of your head with a big smile on your face. It's very warm, but comfortable. You imagine you look a little silly, but you don't mind it one bit.

"Alright then, looks like the game is over. Anyone need a refill?" Jonathan asks, and every adult's hand goes up into the air. You may have graciously accepted your present, but the tension in the room has only gotten worse. You and Eddie keep looking at each other curiously, but avert your gaze when either of you get caught staring. "Yeah, sounds about right." Jonathan sighs, gathering everyone's glasses to head into the kitchen.

"You really don't mind it?" Eddie asks as the others move on to other activities. The kiddos open Max's D&D box, showing her how to build a character and how the game works. Nancy gets up to put on some music, picking out a Rolling Stones album from Steve's extensive collection. Some Girls, to be exact.

"Not at all, Eds. You know I love shit like this." You reply, realizing you just used his nickname. Maybe you don't need that refill after all. His eyes widen when he realizes what you said, hoping this means you'll talk to him...and maybe take him back. "Don't get any ideas, Munson. I'll get back together with you when hell freezes over." You quip, not meaning it in a hurtful way whatsoever.

"Well, we are in Hawkins in the middle of winter. I'd say that's pretty close." He retorts, making you laugh. It's been so long since he's done that, and you can't help missing it. Jonathan returns with the drinks, and you decide to throw caution to the wind and keep drinking. You're feeling warm and fuzzy inside, despite the perfect storm brewing between you and Eddie. You put it aside for the time being, focusing on enjoying the night with your friends. All your friends.

For the first time in what feels like forever, the group as a whole is able to fall back into the familiar groove you used to share. There's no more worried glances, awkward silences, or talks about your past relationship. Everyone's joking, laughing, and having a great fuckin' time. You have a dance with a few members of your little band of misfits. Steve, Robin, even Dustin. You can't stop smiling, downing a steady stream of eggnog the whole way to keep yourself merry and bright.

You're having a rather uncoordinated turn with Argyle, when the record begins to play a tune you haven't heard in an eternity. "Beast of Burden", the song you and Eddie once claimed as yours. You stop moving, noticing him walking over to you. He's taking his shot, hoping this is enough. "Mind if I cut in?" You look at him, finding his impossibly large brown eyes gazing at you expectantly. He gives you a kind smile, holding out his ringed hand.

"Fuck it! I'm pretty wasted. And everyone else has had a turn. Why not?" You reply with a hiccuping giggle. You take his hand, letting him pull you into his space. He clasps your fingers together, his other hand going to the small of your back. You put yours on his shoulder, sharing an awkward look as Mick Jagger begins to sing.

I'll never be your beast of burden. My back is broad, but it's a-hurtin'. All I want is for you to make love to me. The opening lines remind you of the first time you heard this song with Eddie. It was late one night, in the fall if you recall it correctly. You'd gone on a long drive all over town, not caring about the final destination as there wasn't really one in mind. The radio played real low, and you smoked cigarette after cigarette while staring out the window at the full moon while Eddie drove. Conversation was light, the two of you in comfortable bliss. And then the opening riff spilled forth from the worn stereo speakers in his van, prompting him to turn the volume up. "Shit, this is one of my favorites." You remember him saying, smiling at you to see if you also recognized it. You hadn't heard it before, but you listened closely to the words.

I'll never be your beast of burden. I've walked for miles, my feet are hurtin'. All I want is for you to make love to me. Eddie sang along with Mick, in perfect key at that. It was far from the first time you'd heard his deep, sultry tone. He is in a metal band, after all. But nevertheless, he enchanted you time and time again. And this particular evening from the recesses of your memory was no different. You watched his lips open and close in various shapes to form the lyrics, his face dimly lit by every passing street lamp. This dashboard performance in particular felt different from the others. He was tenderly asking you for something. To love him forever, to have him as yours the same as he wanted to keep you for his own.

You gladly granted the request, your heart soaring across the universe at the thought of never letting Eddie go. When the song was reaching its end, you had ended up at the edge of Lover's Lake. The maddening man in the sky reflected upon the still, black waters. Stars twinkled overhead, it was the most beautiful night. Eddie killed the ignition, inviting you to the back of the van like he'd done so many times before. You followed him like a moth to a flame, letting him lay you down on the mismatched blankets splayed about the floor. You made the sweetest love you'd ever had, sealing your promise that you thought would never be broken.

The two of you sway to the music, slowly rotating in a cautious waltz. You do your best to loosen up, bringing yourself a bit closer. Eddie's had a considerable amount to drink too, playfully crooning the lyrics of the song to you. Just like the old days. "Am I hard enough? Am I rough enough? Am I rich enough? I'm not too blind to see." Your smile grows wider at him singing for you, you used to love it when he did this. His voice is gorgeous, and he made you feel like the most special person in the world when he'd serenade you with your favorite songs.

The others pretend not to stare as they make their own pairings to dance. You ignore their approving glances and nods. It's like everyone else disappears, leaving only you and Eddie in the room anymore. Your movements are more fluid now, facilitated by the weed and alcohol. You let Eddie lean down to softly sing the repeating 'pretty, pretty girl' part of the song in your ear. His chest is flush against yours, and it's almost as if you've never been apart. You want so badly to just smash the walls down, and let him back in. Nostalgia and longing wash over you, tempting you to take what you've been wanting since the day you walked away.

He pulls back a moment, meeting your hazy eyes. You can see loud and clear that he still loves you, and he can tell you're mirroring the sentiment back at him. You can feel his heart pounding in his chest, the pace staying in sync with yours. Your mouths are dangerously close together, and your breath fans in each other's faces. The sickly sweet scent of rum and sugar cookies wafts between you. He tries to make a move to kiss you, and you almost lean into it. But when you really look at him, you can't help remembering how you two ended in the first place.

You drop his hand and push him away, a single tear falling from your eye. "I-I can't." You choke out the words, frantically looking at everyone staring at you.

"Y/N-" Eddie takes a step forward, reaching for your arm.

"Don't!" You back up again while shaking your head, turning away to leave the room. You push past Nancy and Jonathan, and you begin to sob uncontrollably. You make a break for the stairs, your heels thumping as you bound up each step.

"Go after her, you idiot!" Steve yells to Eddie, and you try to find a place to hide. It's too much, you can't just pretend he didn't break your heart into a million pieces. You can't act like everything's okay now, because it isn't. You hear another set of shoes coming up from the ground floor, just as you run into Steve's parents' room. You slam the door and click the lock, leaning against the wood while your chest heaves.

"Y/N?" You hear Eddie's voice from the other side. Why can't he just leave you alone?

"Go away, Eddie. I can't do this." You say through your tears, pulling the Santa hat from your head. You don't want to wear it anymore. You toss it across the room, refusing to look at it again. You slide down to the floor, your knees tented in front of you. Your head falls in your hands, tears and saliva soaking through your dress.

"Y/N, please? I just wanna talk." You can hear the pain in his voice, and you fucking hate it. You hear him shuffling to sit on the other side of the door, his own stifled cries spilling out. His hand brushes the finished wood, wishing he could feel you through it. "Baby, please. I-" He begs.

"Don't call me that! You lost the right to use that name a long time ago." You shout, turning around to face the solid barrier between you.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. Just...I don't wanna be like this anymore." His voice trembles, he's just as shaken to the core as you are.

"I don't either, Eddie. But what else is there? You ended us, when I thought you'd never do that."

"I know. And I'm a fucking idiot." Eddie replies through clenched teeth, he's so frustrated with himself for making such a dumb decision.

"Well, at least you admit it." You can't help cracking this small joke, making both of you laugh on either side of the door. Even though you can't see each other, you know exactly how the other's face and body language looks with every passing word.

"Steve said you still sleep in my shirt. Is that true?" He asks, unable to rein in his curiosity. You gasp at the question, Robin must've said something to him.

"Yes." You say softly, not wanting to admit it. "But only because it's comfortable." You try to make up an excuse, but you already know he doesn't believe you. "Robin said you were really messed up after I left. Is that true too?" You figure you might as well get some confirmation of your own while you're trapped in here.

"Shit, yeah. I don't think I had a sober moment for at least two weeks after you left. It was awful. But I couldn't stand to keep being reminded of you at every turn." Eddie recalls how those drunken, drug-addled days played out. He woke up late, head pounding from the night before. He'd crack open another beer, and smoke a blunt or two before breakfast. All he could manage to eat during that time was Honeycomb cereal and Poptarts. Not to say those stayed in his stomach long, far from it.

By lunchtime he'd be face-first in the porcelain throne, rejecting every last bit of sugary snacks and booze. And the cycle would continue. More alcohol, toss some cocaine in the mix, another joint, or a few. Reefer Rick even threatened to cut off his supply if he didn't stop consuming all the product. He had to work twice as hard to recoup the cost of the illicit substances. And all that did was further remind him of how he lost you.

"Jesus, Eddie. I'm sorry." You can't help feeling bad when you hear the words from his own lips. A secondhand story doesn't have nearly the same impact.

"Not your fault. I did this, remember?" This is absolutely killing you, you can't stand the sullen tone in his voice. It makes you want to unlock the door, to allow him back where he clearly belongs. But that's not enough. You can't put the past behind you and give it a second try so easily. Especially when he could just as easily break your heart again, deeming himself unworthy of you. Just like last time.

"Why did you? We had a good thing, didn't we?" You really want to understand why he made that decision all those months ago. He technically gave you a reason, but was that really enough to end a relationship?

"Of course we did, Y/N. It was the best thing I've ever had in my entire life." Eddie says, complete and total regret working its way through his body. It cuts like a knife, deep and jagged. More tears spring from his eyes, tapping wetly as they land on the hardwood floor below him. His heart aches for you more than he ever thought possible. You're so close, and yet you're a million miles away. If he wanted to act selfishly, he'd smash this damn door to pieces and scoop you into his arms. But he won't, because it's not what you want. And that's the only thing that has ever mattered to him.

"Then why?" You hoarsely croak out the words. You're fighting to swallow a wedge in your throat, it's grating and bitter. Like a lump of coal scraping your esophagus. You press your hand against the door, laying your head beside it. You want to be closer to him in this silly, small way.

"Well, it's like I said before. I didn't feel like I was enough for you. You were starting college soon, and I know you're gonna be something great." Eddie smiles slightly at that thought. You have big dreams of saving the world, changing it for the better. He'd listen to you talk for hours about cleaning up the oceans or regulating big corporations that over-pollute. Seeing your eyes light up when you cared about something made him even more helplessly in love with you. "Whereas, I'm gonna be stuck flipping burgers or fixing cars my whole life. Would you really wanna spend your days with someone like that?"

"I told you before, I didn't care about that. I just wanted to be with you. What you did for a job or how much money you had was always a non-factor for me. People do those things their whole lives, and there's nothing wrong with that." You reassure him, speaking sincerely. Just because others may look down upon those who work in 'unskilled' jobs, that doesn't make them worthless.

"But how could I provide for you when I make shit pay like that? You deserve someone who can take care of you, Y/N." You really have no idea why Eddie insists on this idea that he has to be the big spender in the relationship. It's oddly old-fashioned for someone like him.

"Eddie, did I ever say I wanted you to be the 'provider' in our relationship? You know better than anyone I don't subscribe to medieval ideals like that." You don't mean to come off so harsh, but it's a bit annoying that he seems to ignore this rather fundamental thing about you. "Plus, you provided plenty. You were kind, sweet, and loving. You comforted me in my weakest moments, and we made so many meaningful memories together."

"I know, you're right. The more I say it out loud, the stupider it sounds." He chuckles dryly, shaking his head. But there's something else, something he's kept close to the chest this whole time. You can sense the hesitation in his voice, the little hitch in his breath when he forces his tongue to hold back.

"What is it, Eddie? Please, tell me." You ask quietly, wanting to know what he's been hiding.

"I was afraid you'd outgrow me. You'd slowly earn your degree, make new friends. Then you'd no doubt go wherever the planet needs you, and where would that leave me? You'd see how big and beautiful the world is, and being with me would pale in comparison. And then you'd leave, finding a foxy marine biologist instead or something. Then you'd win some kinda Nobel Prize or some shit, and I'd still be here in Hawkins. With nothing to show for it." He realizes how silly he sounds now, how he's spent so long fantasizing about you leaving him behind.

"Thought about that a lot, did you?" You ask, unable to hide the smirk in your voice. You understand his fears, you'd probably have them too if the roles were reversed.

"Every goddamn day, Y/N." He chuckles again, but he sounds far from happy about it. Your face falls, there must be a way for him to see that his anxieties held no water.

"You do realize I would've taken you with me, right? If your hypotheticals ever came to be, I mean." You speak matter-of-factly.

"Really?" Eddie still doesn't understand, does he? Just as he claims to love you to the ends of the earth and back, you feel just as strongly. If not moreso.

"Yes, you big idiot!" You exclaim, grabbing his attention. "I would've had you by my side every step of the way. We would've moved in together while I went to school. Then after graduation you'd come with me to wherever I was interning at, until I’d eventually lead the charge in some world-saving research. And then you'd be right there in the audience while I accept my 'Nobel Prize or some shit', dressed in a cute tux and everything. And then we'd go home to our house, and our pets or plants or whatever." Eddie's eyes widen at your words, he never imagined that you would actually want to spend the rest of your life with him. Him, the metalhead, freak, loser, asshole that deals drugs.

"Thought about that a lot, did you?" He parrots your previous statement at you, drawing light laughs from both of your mouths.

"Every goddamn day, Eds." Another copied comment, and another slip of his nickname. You're headed for trouble if you don't knock it off.

"Fuck, I wish more than anything I could take it back, Y/N." Eddie says, desperately wanting this conversation to end in reconciliation. He wants you, no, needs you in his life. You're like the sun in the sky, the air in his lungs, the ground beneath his feet, the blood in his veins. You are everything to him.

"So do I." You reply simply, the tears have been steadily pouring from your eyes this whole time. As is the case with Eddie, you suspect.

"Would it be so terrible to try again? I miss you so much, it's killing me." There it is. That oh, so dangerous question. You've been simultaneously dreading it and wishing for it all night. How easy it would be to accept him back into your heart, to reignite the burning flame of love you used to share.

"I miss you too, more than you know. But I don't want to get hurt again. I can't go through the hell you put me in a second time." You sniffle, unable to stop yourself from remembering the endless sob-fest you had at Robin's for the first few days after your breakup.

"I promise, I will never let you go again. I'll never be so fucking stupid." He pleads, yanking at your heartstrings.

"But how do I know for sure, Eddie? I was under the impression that the first time would never come, and it did. Who's to say you won't break us to pieces again when things get tough?" As much as you'd love to be together again, you have valid reservations about the prospect.

He doesn't say anything else for a minute, carefully considering what you've said. He feels so fucking awful for hurting you, and he wants to prove himself worthy of a second chance. "What if we move in together?" He blurts out, as it's the first step in your little fantasy about the future.

You scoff, he can't be serious. "Eddie, you don't have to jump the gun like that."

"I'm serious. I wanna be with you, commit to a life with you. What better way to do that than to get a place together? We could look after New Year's if you want. I think there's a place by-" His tone is frantic now, eager to sell you on the idea.

"Eddie, slow down!" You shout, interrupting his babbling. He shuts his trap, his teeth clacking at the force. "Look, it's really sweet of you to offer. But I think we would need time to get reacquainted first, to see if this would even work again." He perks up at your words, hoping this means you're saying yes to him.

"I'm sorry, you're right. But, does that mean we can give this another shot?" He asks expectantly, crossing his fingers and praying to whatever God is up there that you'll take him back.

You sigh, shaking your head as you giggle at the thought. "I can't believe I'm actually saying this. But yes, we can try again, Eds." You say as you stand up, clicking the lock to open the door. Eddie falls forward into the room, almost smacking his head on the floor. You shriek in surprise, and he bounces back up in no time. He scrambles to his feet, his eyes meeting yours for the first time in what feels like hours. He laughs awkwardly, blushing hard as he rubs the back of his neck. You giggle in reply, rolling your eyes at his clumsiness.

You move closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck while his go around your waist. You're standing in the threshold of the room, looking up to see some mistletoe hanging right above your heads. "Well, would ya look at that? Seems like the Harringtons have the right idea." Eddie says, returning his gaze to yours. The air between you is different now. It's no longer somber and heartbroken, but filled with unbridled joy and a dash of booze-fueled lust.

"That they do." You reply, just barely above a whisper. You can't stop staring at each other's lips, the familiar scent of Christmas treats dizzying your heads in your proximity. Eddie's just about to bring his lips to yours, when-

To be continued...

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Hi can I please request Ei, Sara and Ningguang with a s/o who has anemia? Have a great day!

Hello ! Well, sure ! Honestly, this ask got me conflicted, when I saw it ! So it's part of why I took a lot of time and honestly I was this close to refuse.

Because I'm not sure to handle such topic in a respectful and correct way. I was not sure if writing about such topic will be doing justice to all pain and troubles anemic people are going through. Despite me doing some research on it, I'm still not sure to have handled correctly such topic and I'm actually certain I messed up a lot of things.

But I hope what I wrote is okay and y'all enjoy it ! You're all strong and brave for figthing this every day !

Requested : Yes

Character : Ei, Ningguang and Sara (separately)

Summary : Ei, Sara and Ningguang with a s/o who happens to have anemia.

Word count : 1320k words

Warning : Slight spoils of Raiden Shogun's lore I guess.

​​​​✉️​Asks are open​✉️​

✨​Let's go ! ✨​

EI/RAIDEN SHOGUN

She has a hard time understanding your condition.

She knows humans are fragile and she wants you to live.

After losing her sister, I think she wouldn't take the risk to lose another close one, so she would probably prepare a body similar to hers, to transfer your soul in it, in case.

She treats you to whatever you want by using her title as the Shogun.

When you get too tired to be outside or even to do daily things, she would carry you herself or help you.

She assigned you a maid to help you, in case she's not around to do it ! She doesn't think you're handicaped or what, she just wants to be sure you get help in time, after all, human life can end in one instant and getting help in time can save life ! (remember guys, when you feel things are not right in your body, talk to people around you and go to a doctor !)

She also assigned you a guard, in case something or someone would try to attack you to get to her. Inside the city, it's a normal guard, but if you wish to go outside the city, she would appreciate it if you wait for her to come with you, unless it's urgent and she can't come with you, in which case Kujou Sara will accompany you.

Don't worry, Kujou Sara is actually very discreet and you won't even see her ! You sometimes question if she's really there, but since she always pops out when you seem to be running out of breath, feel unwells or start to have some dizziness, you came to not question her presence again.

If you get dizzy in Ei's presence, she would take you in her Plane of Euthymia for you to lie down a bit before Raiden goes back to the Shogun's palace. She'll then get you back in the mortal plan to lay you down in a comfy futon and bring you whatever you need or want.

Ei doesn't actually feel your hand or feet being cold. But she would bring you warm massage rocks to hold in your hands or warmed socks for your feet.

If you need specific food, she sadly can't cook, but she'll try at least once ! She always brings you a sad cooked mess and you have to tell her you can't eat this because you need... A properly done thing. She understands but she feels a bit sad about it.

In any case, she will be as much as possible with you and ready to transfer your soul and being in the mechanical body if you ask for you to not suffer anymore.

"I am sorry, I do not understand it. Humans are really fragile and their lives are only a flickering candlelight in the wind while being eroded. But I'm ready to defy the Heavenly Principles if it means you get to stay a bit longer with me there."

KUJOU SARA

The Tengu warrior.

Hum.

She probably is very protective of you but doesn't show it.

It's not like she doesn't care, on the contrary, but she hates losing her control over emotions. But you can tell, as she makes you a priority as much as the Shogun. A medical appointment ? She's there. You need food ? She'll buy it on her way back from the station and cook it herself. You want some time with her ? She'll spend the evening with you. Anything you want or need is carefully done. Something is bothering you ? She'll fix the issue as soon as she can.

She asks you to not overdo things and to be very careful. She probably refuses you to get outside the city without her. If you do, well, she'll most likely be upset about it.

She doesn't think you're too weak to take care of yourself, she even admires your strength to fight and live with such illness, but you never know what you can run into in the wild and she made it her duty to take care and protect you ! So when you do things like this, she takes it as an insult on her ability to uphold this self-imposed duty.

When she sleeps besides you, she actually doesn't really care about your cold feet or hands. So she holds you close and does what she can to warm your feet and hands herself, giving you her warmth if needed.

She sometimes brings you some natural medicine from the mountains where she's coming from, to help you.

When you are outside, she's there and she's happy to see you go breathe some fresh air, but the second you show a sign of weakness, she takes you home immediately before doing everything to make you feel better and no, she doesn't leave your side until you are better.

Honestly, she would probably rush back home the second someone at the station tells her you got a problem.

She'll do anything for you. Sometimes, she's sure she could defy the Shogun herself if it means to keep you safe or to make your life easier despite your condition.

Overall, she means well and would never do anything to hurt you.

"I am sorry if I seem cold or distant. But know that you are one of the most important duties I have. Yes, equal to the Almighty Shogun, if not more than her. But do not tell anyone I told you this."

NINGGUANG

Ningguang is probably the most normal of the three.

What I mean by that, it's her not being super protective, she knows you can handle yourself so you can actually go outside and do what you want, as long as you tell her where you are and when you'll be back.

However, she will assign you a maid to help you in case you have a problem.

Consider all your treatment and more, fully paid and yes, it includes Baizhu's medical fees since he's the one giving you treatment and ingredients for medicine.

Don't try to negotiate it, she'll pay for everything and will only pick the best for you.

Anyway, despite being busy leading Liyue towards a new era and dealing with the transition, she will always make some time in the day to spend with you.

She will take a walk with you outside the Jade Palace, after all, it's the freshest air you can breath ! She would also go to Liyue Harbor. While it's most of the time for work, if you feel well enough, she'll ask you if you want to join.

If you start to have some dizziness or feeling unwell, she'll bring you to the Bubu Pharmacy to know what's wrong and to know what to do in the moment and to let the professionals handle it.

She'll bring you back home immediately after this and continue the hang out in the Jade Chamber, in the room where you are resting. She probably reads you some books or you both read the same book silently.

For your cold feet and hands, she buys some warming stuff for you to have when you feel too cold and she won't mind it when you're sleeping together. If anything, she'll say it's part of the deal so why being upset about something you can't control ?

She will also cook her special dish for you to warm up from the inside. The Qiankun Mora Meat is perfect. It's warm, consistent and full of meat, which gives you a decent quantity of iron to your body.

"Are you feeling well today ? Good. Then what do you think about a walk in Liyue Harbor tonight ? No ? Well, what about eating on the Chamber's terrace tonight, to watch the stars and the harbor from there ? Don't worry, I'll make my special Mora Meat to enjoy the scenery."

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Okay so Hi, after seeing the kinky headcanons it made me wonder, how would you think Nadia would be with an MC with low libido?

Because well my MC for Nadia I made her an ex-sex worker because i wanted to and because i wanted someone experienced to teach Nadia since it's practically canon that she didn't have prior experience to romance and sexual stuff before Lucio, also after that job it is known to lose libido or sex drive and because honestly when i was reading her route first i didn't catch the sexual scenes on time i would just be like "oh she is hugging me that's so sweet... why are they putting emphasis on her biting me?... oh!" And i think that would be my MC's reaction most of the time, she would just be like "oh that tickles jajajaja" and Nadia would just sigh in her mind and think oh well maybe next time i think.

So what do you think?

Hello there 👀

I think it's pretty much canon that Nadia has like zero experience with romantic relationships. Not sure about sexual relationships, tho, but MC definitely isn't her first.

I tried to take on a more realistic approach, which means that it's not all sweet and cuddly, but instead, it includes some issues that could happen to anyone. Sexual incompatibility is a dealbreaker for many people, but I think Nadia and MC could make it work due to the wonderful love they share. (But please, correct me if I'm wrong at any point.)

I like this request a lot, and it is very inspiring! Thank you, and I hope you'll enjoy it!

Also, your MC seems very interesting and I'd love to learn more about her! I really wonder how her background would connect her to The Arcana's storyline.

Nadia with an MC who has low libido

Nadia is undeniably horny for MC, but she noticed that their sex drives might not be the same very early into their relationship. Still, she wanted to make sure, so she and MC had a conversation about it.

The Countess is a very understanding woman, and she takes the news calmly. MC's low libido is not a surprise to her. She asks MC if there are any things that she shouldn't do, if there are some things that might make them uncomfortable, etc. They needed to set some boundaries, and Nadia was okay with it. Boundaries are necessary for every relationship anyway.

At first, Nadia struggles a little. She knows that a low libido doesn't mean no sex, but she still feels nervous and frustrated. Nadia would never pressure MC into anything, and she is afraid that MC would agree to have sex only because of her and not because they want it, which would be no fun. The fear of rejection would also generate some anxiety in our favorite Countess, and that's a no no.

Nadia would feel insecure at some point, which led to another conversation. I must emphasize that Nadia is an insecure woman. She is aware of her outer beauty, but inside, she is someone who has gone through a lot. Her first marriage failed, and throughout her entire life, she felt like she was never enough. That does horrible things to a person.

Nadia needs reassurance to make this relationship work. She needs MC to tell her that they love her, they're attracted to her, and that none of this is because of her. Nadia needs to know that she is enough.

They would also have to find other ways to be intimate. Of course, sex isn't the only way, but with a libido as high as Nadia's, it can be very important to some, and that's valid. During the evenings, when they are both free, maybe they could read together or create something artistic.

Cuddles. There would be lots of cuddles and sweet kisses.

Eventually, it is not really that big of a deal for them. Nadia is a busy Countess, and a busy Countess is a tired Countess. Many times, she would be too exhausted to even think about sex, so it is nice that MC would not shake her awake in the middle of the night for a quickie.

If MC initiated having sex once in a while, Nadia would be over the moon. I imagine their sex would be a slow, passionate lovemaking rather than a quick fuck. Nadia would definitely want to savor the moment.

Also, Nadia would masturbate a lot. Even the sight of MC is enough to turn her on, and she would much rather take care of herself than pressure MC into anything. Needless to say, she thinks about MC whenever she touches herself, moaning their name as she comes.

In the end, no matter what happens, there is never any pressure. They'd find a way. I just know it. As long as both Nadia and MC love each other the same way, their relationship will work out.

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🖊️+ Fae please? 💖

I appreciate you asking about Fae! Thank you.

Started over three times because talking about Fae often leads to oversharing.

They're very personal to me. I love them dearly. I love their relationships and how they love and how they're met with mindfulness and support and friendship and desire. They're not a self-insert but they are wish fulfillment.

I have so many unfinished fics featuring Fae already that I've stopped myself from starting more, but after the year I've had of (not) writing, that may have been a bad decision / stumped me creatively.

Single Parent AU

I let myself write a little vampire!Fae x Lorenz: 3,000 word E rated fic on ao3

But I really didn't lean into starting my Monster AU. Little post. 1,375 word M rated post. I have so much blocked dialogue from last year, have some more (Claude is a fairy, Lorenz is a mage / wizard / hedge witch):

Claude: Hunters? (floating upside down somewhere in Lorenz’s line of vision)

Lorenz: Humans who dislike monsters, fairies included.

Claude: Then I should look different. (poof. He’s normal sized)

Lorenz: Heavens. Could you always do this?

Claude: I don't know … it's been a while since I learned, I think.

Lorenz: That's not what - ugh. Okay fine, you need clothes. Come on.

Claude: If you insist.

Claude: (being stuffed into some robes, maybe a tie or cravat or something) That tickles!

Lorenz: Sit still.

Claude: This is fun. More fun than waiting for you to court me, at any rate.

Lorenz: Court you?

Claude: I mean, the milk and cakes were fine conversation, but the baubles and cherries - that was romantic, wasn't it? I left you those crystals as thanks. (pointing somewhere in the room) There's one. So you liked them?

Lorenz: You're mistaken, or I was.

Claude: Oh. Oh well. (now fully dressed) Eugh, what is this?

Lorenz: The clothing that will make you pass for— No. What? (claude has shrunk himself back to tiny size so the clothes start falling, unfilled, then poofs back to full size, but the clothing is different, ending this transformation by kissing Lorenz)

Claude: Better.

Lorenz: (rubbing his mouth) Too rich. Lose the ruffles. (Claude does)

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It'll be silly but if it gets written, hopefully it will be fun.

I've also been rotating a longer Fae-as-a-student AU, and a segment where (have a read more this time)

Byleth takes Lorenz to tea for his birthday, a gift of roses. Fae presents him with a garland of white roses flowers of lesser care, and Lorenz feels obligated to refuse such a romantic gift from a commoner for the sake of imagined eligible ladies scrutinizing his behaviour or the possibility that his father might find out.

I put Fae's dorm beside Lyisthea's (which I guess is also beside Mercedes', but I thought Mercie was in the middle of Lysithea and Leonie but I was wrong), and imagine Lysithea looking tired and approaching Claude, initially saying she needs a favour but when Claude looks All Too Delighted at the prospect of her owing him something she quickly corrects herself to say that she needs him to act as house leader and go check on Fae after hearing them crying.

Fae doesn't tell Claude what about and he doesn't press after asking if it's homesickness; Fae asks to sit next to him for the day.

Lorenz: They're lovely—

Fae: Oh, I—

Lorenz: But it would be inappropriate for me to accept them. Garlands like these are romantic, meant to be given with Hope's of affection. Perhaps it is your Adrestian upbringing that caused you to forget? My father would be very cross if he discovered I had accepted a gift like this from a commoner.

Fae: Of course, I … hadn't been thinking. I should have chosen another flower. My apologies, and happy birthday.

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Lysithea: Claude, I need a favour— No. I need you to be a house leader.

Claude: Oh? What's up?

Lysithea: Fae cried for hours last night. Do you mind checking on them?

Claude: Yeah, get some rest, I'll talk to Hanneman.

Lysithea: Well, I'm not going to be late. Just see that they're alright so it doesn't happen again.

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Fae: Claude.

Claude: Hey there. Rough night? Homesick?

Fae: I'm sorry.

Claude: No need to apologize. But uh, is it something I can help with? [they shake their head] No? Do you want me to get—? [Fae interrupts, afraid he may suggest Lorenz before Zoran]

Fae: No, I— I am sorry. You're enough. More than enough. And good company. May I sit with you today?

Claude: [uncomfortable with vulnerability] Sure thing. [some self-aggrandizing babble]

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Hanneman: And what was the name of this blightful creature that shook southern Fodlan to its very core?

Claude: The shining locust.

Hanneman: Correct. Yes, Lorenz?

Lorenz: Professor, I do not think it's appropriate to recognize Claude's contribution when he is so clearly passing notes during your lecture.

Claude: Oh, you mean this note? [holding up a piece of paper, acting as though he's reading it but I haven't decided if he's lying about the contents] What is that smell?

Hanneman: Is there an odor, Faedolyn?

Fae: I thought so, it may have been something stuck to a log in the fire. Burning moss, or something.

Hanneman: [looking to take their temperature with the back of his hand] May I? You know smells associated with distress is one way for the body to alert oneself to unwellness.

Fae: [conceding] I'm sure I'm fine.

Hanneman: Yes?

Fae: Thank you.

Hanneman: Do speak up, all of you, if there is some manner of disturbance in the class affecting your learning.

Droning, as a group: Yes, professor.

Hanneman: And Lorenz?

Lorenz: Yes, professor?

Hanneman: This was not a test. I would appreciate it if more of the class spoke up more often, but in the meanwhile, if comfort dictates that your knowledge be shared quietly with those who will contribute, then I am satisfied. And that it is the next Grand Duke forging bonds, well, I am encouraged. [Claude being unduly smug]

Lorenz: Of course, professor, I will endeavor to remember this is a forum.

Hanneman: Very good.

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And thinking of the ethereal moon ball, and still Claude dancing first with Byleth; and Fae dancing first with family: Linhardt (before he falls asleep) and Zoran, still, twice with Claude early and once with Claude late, most of the rest of my favorites somewhere in between, and maybe most with Hilda if everyone is sick of swaying - but the dancing is a novelty for Fae, and an excuse to be out of conversation, even if it's tiring. and maybe by the time Lorenz has worked through the major and minor nobility, successful or otherwise in roping them into dance and conversation, and thinks it might be appropriate to dance with an old friend - Fae and Claude are off somewhere having Claude's goddess tower conversation (Byleth gets Dimitri's in this outline).

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I worry a lot of the little scenes in that AU would be boring. dfghgdfhdg

#long post #faedolyn #my writing #sorry i wouldn't have been able to decide what to talk about about fae specifically without a prompt so instead you get. all of this

[yuriko-mukami]

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More Memories

📝- A memory of them getting to know/meeting my muse

(( I literally wrote this from their first meeting but this time I tried mostly to tap into Yuriko’s thought process during it since we both know what happened. I kind of wanted to open up more about what went through her mind back then. I hope this works for you.

And oh my! I can’t even tell you how grateful I’m because of this ask! I loved writing this, even though I’m not sure if the text makes any sense since it’s mostly just Yuriko’s flowing thoughts… but somehow going back to that moment made me feel very nostalgic. Ahhhhhhh!

Yuriko was drawing circles to her notes when she suddenly felt like someone was staring at her. She straightened up, turning her head slightly and gazing at the desk behind her through her bangs. Steel-blue eyes pierced hers as a confident smirk climbed on the lips she instantly noticed. Blinking, she turned back, this time staring at the teacher but her thoughts went whirling, pushing the topic of the ongoing class away from her mind.

This library is huge but I just had to come here for the first thing, the classes won’t start yet and well… It’s not like I’m going to make friends anytime soon. Maybe it’s even better if I stay out of everyone’s way. 

Oh, but so many books! And I truly love this atmosphere! The night school is a bit of trouble… Oh my… I’m actually very tired right now. How on earth I’m supposed to keep my eyes open during classes through the night? I mean… If I was reading an interesting book, it wouldn’t be a problem but… eh… homeroom, English classes, math… But I need to pull through everything, I just have to! I can’t fail now…

Where should I start? I don’t have that much time so… maybe I check that back corner first, it looks like there are the most interesting books… Hmmm… Why is it so dim here? Oh, but… Yes, I was correct. These books are truly something. My earlier school didn’t even have these titles! At least that is a good thing… Maybe I can enjoy this school year. I can read these in between schoolwork, no need to distract myself with other matters. Dad will be happy if I only study and read… No trouble this time and no skipping classes. I’m going to succeed…

"Ou-ouch!"

What did just happen? I hit on something... Eh? A person... Such stern and cold eyes... full of... despise?

“Oh my gosh! I… I’m so sorry…”

Oh no… Oh no… Oh no… He looks so angry. I’m going to… Ehhh… my cheeks are burning! Not now! This is bad. Why do I always do something stupid like this?

“Can you not pay attention? What clumsy livestock you are… And you call that a proper apology? I should teach you manners.”

What? How rude he can be? Did he really call me livestock? Nobody uses that kind of language when they speak to others… and I apologized. Why is he so mad at me? Why is the first person I meet in this school such an annoying and scary young man? He is the one who needs to learn some manners!

“What are you even doing in this section? Shouldn’t an average woman like you look for a book in the fairy tale section? These books here are definitely too demanding for you.”

“Umh…” He… I can’t believe it… “I am very sorry… I… I… should have watched… erm… where I was going. But… it isn’t truly your business… what I’m doing here…”

I'm flaring up… So embarrassing! I must leave now! NOW! Immediately!

Why aren’t my legs moving? He is getting closer!

Oh my…! Why is he grinning like that? I must… take a step back. Please, stop! Don’t come so near me!

Ouch! Gosh, I forgot that there was a bookshelf behind me. I… I… now I can’t even go anywhere and he is…

“Please excuse me, Livestock. I am sorry. But I could not understand you. For some reason, you seem to lose your voice. Could you please repeat what you said? I just want to make sure you really said it is none of my business.”

My heart can’t take this! My first night here and I have already drawn the wrong kind of attention. Oh gosh, his eyes! Those eyes… they are so… like ice… I… I… I…

“What is it?”

What is he doing, grabbing my chin like that!?!? HIS FINGERS ARE SO COLD! Why can’t I stop to stare at his eyes? This is bad, so bad…!

“You are not afraid of me, are you?”

I TOTALLY AM! WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM? Why does he treat me like this! He has no right! 

Eh? Was that the bell?

“See you, Livestock.”

He… just… left….

Right…? The bell! I must go too! Gosh, this is terrible! I hope I won’t run into him anymore…

A sudden sound made Yuriko snap out of her thoughts. The bell!

The last class had just ended. She started to collect her things hastily, memories still floating through her mind. So many things had changed after the steel-blue eyes had pierced her for the first time. Judging by how they have met, it was so hard to believe where they had ended up. 

“Let us go, Yuriko,” the soft voice said as a hand picked up her school bag. When she rose from her chair, cool fingers entwined with hers, and Ruki pulled her with him. 

(( I guess this is a good time to mention (just in case someone else is reading this) that Rukiko story is separate from Yuriko’s canon story. That’s why this first meeting is different from what happened in her Dark. I haven’t written Ruki’s lines in this scene because I took them from an RP @ask-ruki-mukami and Yuriko have going on in private, so all credit for those goes to Ruki’s admin.

#answered asks #ask ruki mukami #ruki mukami #yuriko tsukino #rukiko

[soraenun-archive]

Like you said before, we are besties (4 lyfe) 💗 and what are besties for if not to help you when you're not feeling your best? I'll always manage to squeeze in a 5 minute hug session for you 😘 I'm gonna be on the lookout for any eat reblog from now so I can run to the rescue 💞

From what I've seen, you are FAR from being wrong. Also, we both know you know who I truly am. This game is more for fun than anything else ❤

Krystal & Suzy are definitely both my ults. Have been for a while now <3 Honestly, I could talk to you about them for hours. It's like when someone says their name, this particular part of my brain gets triggered and I can't help but overshare about them. However, I'm feeling a little tired rn so I'll let it slide for now. If you ever want to know a little more about them, please let me know and I'll gladly prepare a 150 slide presentation about them 💞 So sad they both decided to quit music (well, more like only krystal but suzy only drops new music once every 45 years 💔 but if that's what makes them happy then I'm happy too) because their voices are beautiful :(

Once again, you are absolutely correct! I do post a lot of red velvet, especially yeri & joy (bias line) 💓 I mean their music is fantastic and the girls are all beautiful. Now that you've told me, I think nct and shinee are the only boygroups I really like. Wait! I kinda fell into the txt hole last year. I won't say I'm a fan, more of a casual listener. I do enjoy some of their music. Apart from those, I don't listen to a lot of boygroups. Although, I did listen to be mine because you held me at gunpoint 🔫 literally! When I listened to it on spotify, I realized I already listened to kb's be free and enjoyed the song a lot! The only thing I know about both songs is they're sung by members of ooo but I don't know anything about the group so if you want to recommend some songs, I would love to listen to them. On a side note, will each member of the group release a solo song until the new album? Or is it some kind of side project?

To answer the ziont question, I associate you with the song 💖 the instrumental kinda fits the vibe of what I feel whenever I come here to talk to you 💟

Now that I've added a few details to your answers, here's the second round of questions! Are you excited?

Question #4: What is my mother language? I think you guessed it already but I figured I'll ask.

Question #5: What is my favorite rv song? (I have a few so you have a wide range of answers)

Question #6: What is my favorite color? (I know it's unfair but I choose to give you hard questions as well so this game can be fun :D)

Alright folks! That's all we have for today. I hope you enjoyed today's show. Stay tuned for another one next week :)

PLEASEEE you’re so sweet thank you i love you :( and i’m just glad i wasn’t wrong and i have been spared the embarrassment! but you’re right i really enjoy these fun little messages so you we can just keep it a secret for a bit longer <3

i know a little bit about suzy! i have seen a few of her dramas and there’s a few miss a songs that i like but i’m sure there’s a lot more you could tell me about her! same with kyrstal i never was a huge fan of f(x) so i don’t know her that well so i’d love to hear whatever you want to tell me about her too! 💕 i’m sorry they both don’t really make music anymore but i hope they’re still doing lots of other cool things so that you still get to see them and support them!

saying red velvet was probably cheating since we have already talked about them quite a bit but i needed to make sure i had at least one thing right! ah the txt hole… i’m familiar! i honestly never intended on being a fan of enhypen or txt but after hearing a couple of their songs i really started to like them (though enha’s lastest stuff hasn’t been my favourite if i’m honest) but txt have some really great songs and they’re a really fun group too! 

YOU LISTENED TO BE MINE BECAUSE OF ME??? i am honoured! honestly i’m pretty new to ooo as well i became a fan of them through vianey (@haramie) so if you want to know more about them she is ur girl! and sorry if this is way too many but if i could recommend some ooo songs i would say savanna, dora maar, sage, designer and angel! their latest album was really good too i would recommend pretty much every song on there (yes even skinz she’s controversial and not for everyone but i love her) and yes!! every member is gonna release a solo and then hopefully they will release a new group album! they’re such a sweet group and make really good music so i’m glad they seem to be gaining a bit more popularity these days! <3

AWWW no thats so cute :(( okay i love that actually! i wouldn’t have expected the song for some reason like i feel like it’s fun and upbeat i wouldn’t expect people to associate that with me but the fact u did and your reasoning is so sweet i love it 🥺💗

ooo i’m pretty sure it’s french? i could be wrong but i’m fairly confident on this one! i think you have mentioned it before or maybe i guessed it i’m not sure but yeah i think it’s french final answer 

oh nooo red velvets discography is hugeee there’s so many songs that could be your favourites! i remember when we were talking about the new album you really liked bamboleo but just saying that is probably cheating so based on that i think some similar songs you might like would be cool hot sweet love, something kinda crazy, ladies night, so good or body talk! hopefully naming that many isn’t cheating and at least one of those is a favourite of yours <3

i could be way off here but i want to say it’s blue? i noticed you have had blue themes pretty often so that’s why i’m guessing blue but i’m not totally sure! but if it is then that’s something else we have in common so i hope i’m right! 🥰

these questions were a little bit tougher i hope they dont get much harder because i need to win!! but thank you i had lots of fun playing this round! see u on the next episode hehe take care bestie!!! 💞💓

#anonymous #💌 #🐘💌

[sophiexteresa]

Thomas Sanders Instagram Q&A Transcript

From @thatsthat24’s Instagram story, 25/8/2020. Questions in bold. Text added to the story in (parenthesis/brackets), and descriptive info in *italics*. I tried uploading the video(s) too, but Tumblr is having issues, so here’s the transcript only! 

Thomas: I had some time this evening so I figured, hey, why not? Another lil’ Q an’ A, so if you want to ask a question *posh French voice* be my guest!

When approximately will the next sanders sides be out? Very good question! Uh, we are aiming this for a late September release, that’s what we’re all working towards.

Favourite musical you have been in or just favourite musical in general? This is really tough, I can’t decide. I’m between Rent where I was in the ensemble, Peter Pan where I played Slightly Soiled, which was just one of the lost boyos — boyos? Boys — and, uh, Into The Woods where I played Cinderella’s prince and that’s where Roman’s first costume came from.

Are you ever gonna due your hair purple again? I loved it! Yes! I miss the purple hair too.

Do you love me? *laughing* Yes of course! I do love me.

What would each of the sides’ reaction be to seeing the Grand Canyon? *speaking very quickly* Roman would be revelling that we made the journey, Patton would be marvelling at the memories being made, Logan would be telling you to look at these fascinating signs for important information, Virgil would be telling you to ‘get back from those cliffs!’, Janus would be telling you to take pictures to make it look like you’re next to the cliff, ‘for clout’, and Remus would be like *Remus voice* ‘you could push somebody and get away with it’.

Also when will we get more Picani, I miss him? You and me both, Bri, and honestly with the amount of amazing cartoons that have come out recently *sighs while smiling* yeah, I am a-hankering (?) to get back to Emile!

How have you been doing, like really? Mental health is important as you teach us: I feel like everybody’s kinda struggling with mental health right now, especially people in the USA with COVID. Uhm *clears throat* for me I continuously struggle with the balance between work and leisure time, um, social media makes that difficult, blurs the lines, and I’m working on it.

Do you have any tattoos? Umm, I don’t, uh, I struggle with the permanence of tattoos. And like do I, can I, make a decision that I like? But! There are tattoos that I might like. Where I’d put them, I have no idea, umm, but I think like, maybe like, little stars!

What rank of “Gay” are you? Big gay? What rank? *speechless pause* uh... General. You know? I wanna do my duty. Come back a hero. An all-American Queero *gets an idea* *roughly quoting Hamilton* Queer comes the General!

Can you please make Logan day something Patton would say? *Logan’s voice* Something Patton would say? Umm... please, I request more baked goods from the kitchen so that I can fill Thomas’s body with more trans-fats at 3 am. I don’t know, I don’t like this game.

Have you ever dated a girl? *awkward silence* I have. It was pretty uneventful.

Do you miss your friends? *laughs* Oh... *face crumples as if he’s about to cry*

What are you voice acting in or are you now allowed to say? Not until tomorrow.

When did you know you were gay? I think I answered this one on the last Q&A, but it was early. I was like, 9 or 10 at least.

When will we see Gavin? Gavin has started school! He’s back in his hometown, so I don’t know when I’m gonna see him. He’s still getting taller — I can actually include a picture of him that his mom sent me after he got a new little hairdo *insert photo of an awesome Gavin here*

Do you miss vine? For like, sentimental reasons, yes. Uh, I mean, technically it had its issues and I don’t miss being restricted to 6 seconds anymore *laughs*

What has been your favourite part of the day? My favourite part of today was actually... I came up with this last minute short video, and I got it done and I sent it to some friends and they really liked it. I have to save it until Thursday thought, but it’s just nice to come up with stuff that makes your friends laugh.

Janus acting like Remus? *Remus’ voice* Remus here! Looks like the Dukey just dropped in! *Remus’ laugh* *Takes a breath and snaps into Janus’ character* I spend a lot of time with him so I’ve had a lot of practise.

Why do I feel like we’re gonna have another angsty Virgil moment? When is Virgil not being angsty...?

Please can you say trans rights? Uh, heck yah trans rights! I, uh, this one was very simple but I wanted to say it!

Do you think Virgil would be into anime? Actually, if you remember from, uh, Accepting Anxiety, uh, part 2, there’s actually a Death Note poster in his room, so he definitely likes some anime.

Hi! Can you say hola to the Hispanic fanders in el vecindario fander? Please? We love you! Oh my gosh, *a very naturally american pronunciation* hola! that’s very kind of you guys. I appreciate all of the support you guys give, and I love all of you guys. 

STORYTIME! I love you: *upbeat voice* Storytime! I love you back.

How gay are you? Like, 15 gay! I rank General! 

How did you end up meeting and babysitting Gavin? Gavin is actually Leo’s nephew, so he would come up here, uh, during the holidays or during the summer, and alternate being baby-sat between me and Leo’s mom - his grandma.

What was the inspo for Janus’ outfit? Ooh, that’s a really good question, uh... Joan had a vision in their mind for almost kind of like this early 20th century or late 19th century kinda Jack the Ripper vibe.

Any advice for gaybies to fit in with society? Don’t apologise for being yourself. If people have an issue, that’s their issue that they have to work through. Do not apologise for being yourself. 

What type of gay are you? (Math gay, plant gay, caffine gay, etc): Wait, there’s such thing as a math gay? I am absolutely that, and I feel like I’m just gonna be naming traits about myself but I’m a trivia gay, a driving gay, apparently a math gay, a Disney gay *laughs* and a theatre gay.

Not a question but I’m glad to be alive at the same time as someone as great as you: Dude, this stuff is really sweet. *laughs* That’s really sweet, umm, trust me, I feel the same way about all of you. Honestly.

Why don’t you own a doggo yet? I... went to Petsmart today - I didn’t get an animal, but like... I’m thinking about it and this question is like... hmmm...

I’ve run out of cartoons to watch, any recommendations? Owl house! Owl house, owl house. I just tried it, and I immediately got hooked. Infinity train’s also a really good one, duck tales is amazing, and I’m getting ready to start Tangled: the animated series, so *shrugs*.

What is Patton’s opinion on rats? *adorable Patton voice, slowly zooming in on his face* They are tiny little squishy precious babies!!!

How do I ask people for their pronouns? I don’t know, I mean, I don’t think it’s like a big deal? I hope we could get to the point where we could just be like ‘what are your pronouns?’ and then they would tell you, and then you’d just, you know, carry on the rest of your conversation. 

A circle has no bounds and it’s the same with your beauty: This is really precious, and it of course came from Nash (?) who is a poet, he published a lot of wonderful, wonderful poems on twitter, they are are amazing, and you are once again far too sweet, Nash. 

Dream role? This is a pretty broad question, so maybe dream theatrical role would be Sweeny Todd, dream movie role would be anything in the marvel universe, uh, really just give me anything in any voice acting role, *smiling mischievously* egg rolls are also really good.

Can Remus please say ‘I am the sand guardian, guardian of the sand’? *Remus voice* I am the sand guardian, guardian of the sand! (love that vine)

Are there still plans for the Roman series? *nods* Oh, yeah, yeah, it was definitely hindered by COVID, uh, as was this Sanders Asides episode that’s coming up, which is why it’s taking longer in the editing stage, it is our, uh... strategy, for circumventing the obstacle, and we hope you like it.

Are we still getting an August playlist? Uh, heck yah you are! But honestly, actually, if you guys have any suggestions I should include in the playlist, lemme know! I’d be happy to get some suggestions - but yes. You will be definitely getting one.

May I please see your feet? *confused, slightly disgusted expression* *begins to move the camera away from his face* *holds up a tape measure, extended to 1 foot long* *grins*

Any shows on Netflix to recommend? Umbrella Academy is really good, Dragon Prince, uh, She-Ra, of course, umm The Hollow (?) is really cool, there’s a documentary about video games called High Score, that was really fun.

Roman, who would you say the gayest side is? *Roman’s voice* Oh, we’re all equally gay, okay? *chuckles* it’s a sexuality, not a personality trait. *takes a breath and speaks quickly* I’m just kidding it’s *sings* meeeeee!

If you were not a YouTuber, what would you see yourself doing and why? Uh, maybe putting my chemical engineering degree to some use. *laughs awkwardly* Uh, I went to school for 5 years for that one.

Like you literally make me so flipping happy: I’m glad! I don’t know what I’m doing to do that, but the feeling is absolutely mutual. 

Can we have Virgil saying “Falsehood”? *hair already over one eye, in Virgil’s voice* Uh, c’mon, okay, sure. *very quietly and unenthusiastically* falsehood. Is that good? Is that? I don’t know, I don’t wanna steal his bit.

Which Sanders Side do you feel you embody most? Ah, I would probably say it’s either Patton or Roman because Patton can be definitely me, all the time, just really enthusiastic about things and finding things cute, but Roman... Roman’s sensitivity, oh. That’s me. 

What was the first job you had? I actually worked as a page in a library! A- pages basically just kinda like, shelve books, check books out; it’s one of the chillest jobs I’ve ever had, one of my favourites, and my dad always had a lovely dad joke for it: ‘you’re working as a page, when do you get promoted to a book?’

How tall are you? I usually say 5ft 10, but I think I’m trying to be a little more realistic with myself. And I’m probably 5ft 9 and a half. *zooms in on his face, staring into the camera* I’m holding onto that half a foot for all dear life. 

DROP THE SKIN ROUTINE PLEASE! This is very sweet, uh, I, *laughs nervously*, uh, I use Curology? They’re very nice. Umm, just... different kinds of lotion, I guess. (I suppose I should write down what I do lol)

Can we get a FALSEHOOD? *is standing* *clears throat* *points upwards from his eyeline* FALSEHOOD! 

Do you have a boyfriend if not are you planning on dating soon? I do not, uh, dating is kinda difficult right now midst COVID, you know, kinda tough... love... in the time of Corona... umm, but, you know, option’s open.

When was your first kiss? I’m sure I’ve answered this somewhere, it was in high school, I might have been 15 or 16. It was with a girl. *Shakes head* And all I can remember is hitting teeth. A lot.

Can we get a super super vague hint about the new Asides episode?  Alright, I’m getting ready to end the Q&A, so this, you know, if you’ve made it so far you deserve this super vague answer, umm... it includes a side that was not in the last episode. (This isn’t much, I apologise lol)

Thomas: And that is it for this evening! Thank you so much, you guys, for watching. I know some of you are still over in Europe watching and it’s like 4 in the morning, and I need to go to bed so thank you all so much for your questions - I gotta do this more often ‘cause I really enjoy it. Love you guys, gals, and non-binary pals. Peace out!

#edit: if you want to see the video(s) then please feel free to ask and i’ll try to send it to you! thanks so much #WOAH #This took me literaly hours to write up #probably 5 or so hours #i've been at it all day #anyhow tags! #thomas sanders #sanders sides #tss #tssides #ts roman #ts patton #ts logan #ts janus #ts remus #ts virgil #ts #if there's any corrections i need to make please tell me since i'm too tired to re-read

[carlsainz]

𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 – 𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒅𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔

summary: in a post win party, you end up drunk and confessing your feelings for your best friend, ethan.

pairing: ethan edwards x reader

requested: yes.

a/n: it's me againnn babies, this one was a request and i don't know if i like it but i hope y'all like this imagine <3

once again, english is not my first language so please lmk if you see any mistake so i can correct it. also, my requests are open, so take a look at my masterlist !!

warnings: underage drinking (i'm not condoning it!), swearing.

word count: 2,6k

lowercase intended.

after winning a tough game, all everyone needed was a good party to celebrate. that’s why you’re entering god knows who’s house with both arms intertwined with your two best friends, nick blankenburg and ethan edwards.

taking a look around, you saw that the party was already at full force, with a lot of drunk people, along with the ones making out, dancing or just chatting. you could bet that they were already playing beer pong in the backyard too. the music was so loud that you could feel it in your heart, but in your current state of pure happiness, you couldn't care less.

"nicky, let's go get a drink," you shouted at blanks' ear so he could hear you.

he nodded and dragged you and eddy to the kitchen, where they were keeping all the drinks. the place was messy but luckily nearly empty. you leaned back against the counter while nick started setting your favorite drink, which consisted of a mix of vodka, lemon, sugar and ice.

"are you drinking today, eddy?," blanks asked.

"not today bud, i'm gonna take care of y/n/n and drive her home when she's tired," he answered, putting his arm around your shoulders.

"i really need to drink after this game, i swear to god i almost had a heart attack today," you said, leaning against eddy's side.

"but we won and that's all that matters for now," nick said, handing you your drink.

"thank you captain, you're the best in the entire world," you slipped out of eddy's arm and hugged blanks.

"you're welcome, bug," he smiled at you, "since eddy's going to take care of you today, i won't give you a lecture about how you shouldn't drink too much, but take care ok?"

"okay cap, everything's gonna be alright," you patted him on the head.

"eddy, take care of her," nick said and, after ethan nodded, he said he was going to find someone and left the kitchen.

"what are we going to do right now?," you asked, sipping your drink.

"let's go find the boys," he said, smiling at you.

you would never admit it out loud, but you had a soft spot for eddy's smile. ok, it was more than a soft spot. he was just so stunning and his smile should be considered one of the seven wonders of the world for sure. how could someone be so pretty? you'd never know the answer.

"let's go, dollface," you teased him.

"not this stupid nickname again, y/n," he said, rolling his eyes at you.

you just smiled at him and he took your hand, heading to the center of the party to try to find your friends. you felt shivers at the feeling of his calloused hand on yours.

after a few minutes, he spotted some of them and dragged you behind him. now you could see bords, owen, kent and luke.

"hi boys, congrats for the winning today!," you said enthusiastically, hugging everyone.

they all said thank yous and you started chatting about someone's life until brendan appeared in your small circle.

"'sup, y/n," he said, looking very happy and kissing your cheek.

"brenbren!," you hugged him very tight.

"wanna play beer pong with me?," he asked.

"of course i want, we are a dynamic duo," you smiled at him, "eddy, you can stay here talking to the boys, i'll be alright"

"are you sure?"

"yes boo, don't worry," you kissed his cheek and he felt butterflies in his belly, "and if you see something, remember to tell me all the gossip later."

"okay, now go with briss."

you quickly finished your drink and said bye to the boys and followed your other friend to the place in the backyard where they were playing. you and briss usually were very good playing together but today something seemed wrong and you were losing almost everything.

after less than half an hour, you two were already drunk and giggling at the wind, while waiting for your time to play again.

"when are you gonna tell eddy that you're in love with him?," bren asked out of nowhere.

"oh my god, shut up you little shit," you slapped his arm.

"ouch!"

"never talk it out loud again," you told him, "and the answer is never, he doesn't feel the same and i don't want to lost my best friend."

"how could you know what he feels if you never asked?," he asked, smoothing his arm where you slapped him.

"my spidey sense just tells me he doesn't like me," you said, sounding really serious.

"i don't know if you're joking or not but you should really talk to him, you know"

"no briss, i don't know," you said, feeling frustrated.

sometimes it was pretty obvious that you had different feelings for one of your best friends, the same thing happening with him, but you two were so blind that you just couldn't see it.

after playing another round with briss, you were even drunker than before, giggling all the time and hugging briss because you're the type of drunk who's clingy. he wasn't far from you, but managed to carry you to eddy, who was alone, and then disappeared again.

"eddyyyyyyyyy," you said, truly happy to see him.

"how much did you drink?," he asked, sounding concerned.

"just a little bit," you said, trying to show him with your hands how much you drink. when you failed and almost lost your balance, you laughed and said "oopsie."

he held you, once again putting his arm around your shoulders to prevent you from falling.

"i'm gonna kill briss."

"that's not his fault lovey, we were playing pretty bad tonight."

"you're done drinking today, y/n/n," he said, looking serious.

"ok buddy, no problem," you smiled with your eyes closed, looking so fucking adorable that ethan felt his heart doing what looked like a backwards flip.

at this point, the party was more empty than when you arrived and the dj was playing slower songs for the couples.

"let's find you a bottle of–"

"eddy, let's dance!," you interrupted him very excitedly when you heard the first seconds of wicked game playing.

he was pretty tired but took your hand and headed to the dance floor with you. he placed his hands at your waist and you put your arms around his neck, closing your eyes and resting your head on his chest.

he slowly swayed you at the rhythm of the music, resting his chin on the top of your head. he was so happy that he even forgot how tired he was.

you felt safe in his embrace, enjoying the moment until the last second. when the music ended, he kissed your head and took your hand to try to find a bottle of water for you and somewhere to sit.

he grabbed a bottle of water at the kitchen and somehow managed to find an empty big chair that was perfect for the two of you. you leaned against the chair, drinking your water after eddy opened the bottle and with your eyes closed.

it was so good to just be by his side, you wish you could stay like this for the rest of your life. when you were almost finishing your water, i will always love you started playing and you immediately felt your eyes filling with water.

not this fucking song right now, you thought. you always have a breakdown while listening to it and it would be even worse today because you were already drunk as hell.

"y/n, why are you crying?," you didn't even realize that the tears were already streaming down your face.

you didn't say anything, just leaning against eddy's chest, hugging his waist and crying against his shirt. he was worried but waited until you stopped crying, caressing your back. and yes, you cried for the whole length of the music.

ethan really waited until you were just sniffing to ask you why you were crying.

"could you please tell me now what happened, bug?," he asked very softly close to your ear just so you could hear him.

you felt shivers running through your spine but ignored it.

"eddy teddy, do you think someone will ever love me?," you asked, sniffling while he wiped your tears away with his thumbs, "and also, sorry for making your shirt wet."

"that's ok, don't worry," he said, "and you're already loved boo, what makes you think otherwise?"

"no silly, i know i'm loved by my family and friends, i'm talking about like romantic love, you know?," you mumbled, with your tongue loose because of your drunken state.

"i love you like this," he muttered under his breath.

"what?," you couldn't hear him.

"i said that yes, you're gonna be very loved someday, don't worry."

"sometimes i just think i'm unlovable," you sniffled again.

"no no no no, don't you ever think of it again love, you're very easy to love, actually."

"you think so?," you looked up at him through your eyelashes, still with your head on his chest.

he felt his heart aching seeing the sad look in your eyes. i'm gonna tell her about my feelings soon, to hell with this shit about ruining our friendship, he thought to himself.

"yeah, i'm sure of what I'm saying," he placed a kiss on the top of your head once again.

you hummed more relaxed and closed your eyes again, adjusting yourself on his chest.

ethan and blanks exchanged looks from across the room and nick already knew what you needed. stay there, he managed to say to eddy, who just nodded and continued to caress your back.

while waiting for nick to come back, he started to think about the day when he realized he was head over heels for you.

it was just an ordinary day off in the weekend for the team, so everyone, including you, were at bordy's house to play videogames and just chill.

per usual, you were reading a book while everyone else played or teased each other. ethan couldn't understand how you managed to find concentration to read in these conditions but you always did it.

he loved observing you whenever you were doing anything, but his favorite moment was when you were reading because of your facial expressions. you’re always very expressive, especially when you’re reading, and he finds it lovely and curious.

that day, you were reading “from lukov, with love”, a gift from eddy, and you were almost finishing it. when it was someone else’s turn to play, he sat on a chair and started to looking at you, currently laying on the bed with your book.

you were smiling at whatever you were reading and suddenly you started to blush very much but still smiling. after the end of the scene in the book, you lifted your eyes and found ethan already looking at you. then, you made a funny grimace just to make him smile and that was the moment that he knew he was completely, absolutely and irremediably in love with you.

you, his best friend, who was always there for him for whatever he needed. you, who was always telling your silly jokes to everyone and taking care of his teammates as if you were their mother. but above all, you always cared for ethan in a way only his family cared before, making everything to make him happy and feeling loved.

see, it wasn’t anything extraordinary, but from that day on, ethan realized that his feelings for you started showing up long before he noticed it. but for him, you’d never like him back the same way, so he stayed silent because he didn’t want to ruin your friendship.

ethan came back to reality when he felt a hand on his shoulder. it was nick, with your favorite burger and fries, along with a soda.

“can you wake her up?,” nick asked, sitting on the arm of the big chair with your food.

“sure.”

he started shaking you lightly, whispering “wake up” in your ear and it didn’t take long to open for you to open your eyes. yawning, you sat straight on the chair and looked at nick.

“hi bug, can you eat this for me?”

“nicky i’m tired,” you said in a low voice.

“i know, but you need to eat first so eddy can take you home.”

“okay, give me the food,” you said, a little more awake.

nick gave you the sandwich and kept holding your soda. you were already feeling less drunk because of the water ethan gave to you, but still were far from your normal state. while you ate silently, the boys started a conversation even with the loud music. you felt ethan's fingers threading through your hair and somehow that made you feel like a pet. this thought made you giggle and the boys knew it was useless to ask why you were laughing.

when you finished your food, nick gave you the coke and you happily sipped everything.

“thanks nicky, i love you so much,” you said to the smiley boy, giving him the bag with the food’s leftovers.

“i love you too, call me tomorrow when you’re feeling better.”

“okay captain, night night.”

“good night, boo,” he kissed your head, said goodbye and went back to the rest of his friends.

when you were once again alone with ethan, you turned to him and took a deep breath, holding onto your liquid courage.

“eddy, there’s something i need to tell you.”

“go ahead.”

“i don’t wanna be your friend–”

“what do you mean, y/n/n?” he interrupted you, suddenly feeling nervous as hell.

“buddy, just let me finish,” you grinned at his face, “i don’t wanna be your friend, i wanna kiss your neck like the 1975 said. why won’t you love me, eddy teddy?”

“y/n i–”

you could feel your eyes filling up with tears again at his lack of reaction and ethan felt desperate.

“shhh, please don’t cry,” he hugged you very tight.

his head was a mess along with yours and he didn't know what to do now. the love of his life just drunkenly confessed her feelings and he just wanted to tell every single person at this party, but he couldn’t do it with you crying.

after a few minutes, feeling more calm, you looked at his face and he was looking at you with the most loving eyes in the entire world.

“can we talk about it tomorrow when you’re sober?,” he asked.

“fine.”

“please don’t be mad at me, y/n/n.”

“i’m not mad, don’t worry,” you tried to give him a smile.

“you probably won’t remember it but i’ll tell you again tomorrow,” he said, “i love you, i don’t think it’s even possible to express how much i love you.”

“i love you too, silly”

you hugged your boy again and he made you get up from the chair after that.

“let’s go get you home.”

the drive to your dorm was quiet with some music softly playing in the background but it wasn’t a strange silence. ethan pulled over and helped you get out of his car. he followed you to make sure you were ok and waited until you took a shower to sleep. when you were in your bed, he adjusted your blankets and looked down at you.

“i’m going to my dorm but you can call me anytime if you need something.”

“okay, thanks for taking care of me,” you smiled.

“i’ll always take care of you, lovey.”

“i love you.”

“i love you too, don’t you ever forget,” he said, bending down to kiss your nose, “good night, y/n/n.”

“good night, eddy.”

after he left, you slept and it was your best sleeping night in months after taking the weight of this revelation out of your shoulders. the same thing happened to ethan, who was absolutely happy knowing that you love him the same way he loves you.

#ethan edwards #michigan hockey #umich hockey #michigan wolverines #gabs writes #ethan edwards x reader #ethan edwards imagine

[mod-ibuki]

Hi! Could I please request Sayaka, Ibuki, Chiaki, Kyoko, and Kaede getting a short queer haircut from their gf?

"to the salon!" || wives x reader

the feels: fluff?

PAIRINGS: SAYAKA MAIZONO X READER, IBUKI MIODA X READER, CHIAKI NANAMI X READER, KYOKO KIRIGIRI X READER, KAEDE AKAMATSU X READER

warnings: swearing

A/N: tell me if i got anything wrong, i noticed that you said gf so i made the reader female! have a good day, anon!!

quick note: i just realized i had the opportunity to make you the ultimate hairdresser or something, and i only realized that at kaede's part, but i'm too lazy to edit the others. fml 😭

SAYAKA MAIZONO

🎤 my 2nd beloved okay, she'd most likely do it for a concert or something. she loves her long hair, but is perfectly content with having shorter hair, since her long hair can get tiring to take care of every day.

🎤 so, she had to cut her hair, and you offered. she was hesitant at first, she didn't think you really knew how to do it, but you assured her plenty of times that you knew what you were doing.

🎤 "i don't know, S/O.. are you sure you know how to cut hair?" she was worried, but you just grinned and nodded. "totally. this popstars girlfriend knows what she's doing!" sayaka knows she can rely on you, but she does really want this to look good for her fans.

🎤 she wanted to get a haircut from a professional, but she decided against it in the end. she wanted hers to be unique, to be from her beloved! "alright, fine." she sees how you just burst into excitement, and doesn't regret her decision.

🎤 so, after you grabbed the correct things you need for this very important operation, you prepare her for it. you do the usual things, and then ask her to sit down. and here, it begins!

🎤 she's waiting for the result, and she really can't stop smiling. she's excited to see the outcome and what you've done! you're cutting her hair, shaving some off, she isn't sure what you're doing, but she has some faith.

🎤 once you're done, you don't allow her to look into a mirror at first. this, of course, has her confused and conflicted. did it look bad? did you accidentally harm her? she didn't ask any questions though, just waited until you gave her a mirror.

🎤 "shit. wait, let me get a mirror." you ran out of the room, and she was left to swim in her thoughts. how did it look like? was it okay? after about two minutes, you had finally found a mirror. you sprinted back to the room where sayaka was, and by the time you were back, you were sweating and panting. you were thankful for your ponytail/short hair, or else you would've been melting by now.

🎤 despite being obviously exhausted, you walked to the popstar seated in the chair, who had her eyes closed. she had heard you come back, and immediately asked you a question. "um.. does it look good, S/O?"

🎤 you didn't respond, only giving her the mirror, and sprinted out of the room once more to get a broom. you found a broom right away, but didn't go back into the room yet, you just waited to hear a reaction from her. she would like it, hopefully.

🎤 and just as you were begin to think she disliked it, you heard a squeal, followed by a loud noise, as if something had fallen over. you assumed it was the chair, and not the equipment you used. "this is great! my fans will surely love this!" her smile had just gotten wider, and she couldn't stop looking into the mirror.

🎤 you slowly crept into the room, wearing a nervous smile. "uh.. i'm guessing you like it..?" you stood up straight once she slowly turned her head to look at you. jesus christ, she was absolutely stunning! it was a good idea to give her this type of haircut, but did she like it? you could assume the sound you heard earlier was a squeal, but what if you misheard it? what if it was actually a shriek? a shriek of horror or something?!

🎤 you didn't notice you were sweating more than you already were. she did though, and raised an eyebrow but her smile remained, "yeah, definitely! it's amazing, i'm sure everyone's gonna love it." she went up to you with the biggest smile you've ever seen, and you smiled back, except less wider.

🎤 :)

IBUKI MIODA

🎸 my 1st wife we all know how unique this lady is, honestly. she probably got really bored of her current hairstyle, and wanted a surprise. "S/O, lovely!! ibuki wants a new hairstyle and wants it to be a surprise!"

🎸 she was a bundle of sunshine, and since she was so eager to get a new haircut from you, you obliged. "okay, darling! let me just get the things i need."

🎸 after all the preparations, she sat down. although she kept moving, you managed to keep her tame and cut her hair properly. after all the cutting, shaving, etc. you were very focused. suddenly, you felt ibuki pinch your arm. you pulled back, surprised.

🎸 "ibuki, what the-?!" she laughed, and you just stood there, still in surprise. you snickered a little soon after, and sighed, "geez, ibuki. you're so random." she hummed, "ibuki was bored!" it was an excuse that she often used, but you didn't mind.

🎸 you rolled your eyes playfully and smiled, but continued to style her hair properly. then, her phone vibrated, and you stopped doing her hair so she could grab her phone.

🎸 she grabbed her phone, and began texting in a group chat with her classmates, you didn't see what they were talking about, but she was telling everyone about how her girlfriend was giving her a haircut. was she flexing?

🎸 you had a lot of time to cut her hair perfectly, and make it the style you feel she'd like. after about an hour of doing her hair, you were finally done. "ibuki, darling, i'm finished!" you set down the scissors on the cart beside you where you got everything else, and went out the get a mirror and broom.

🎸 she felt her hair, and made an "ooh" sound, she was satisfied with how it felt, so she was very excited to see the final result. she told everyone in the groupchat about how her girlfriend was done with her hair, most of them said to take a picture, and she actually did.

🎸 she examined her hair, humming some of her songs while having a dorky smile on her face. she loved it, she turned her head to see each side, and was very happy with how it turned out. she took a photo with a peace sign, and sent it to the groupchat. your footsteps were approaching, and she put down the phone.

🎸 you brought out the mirror and handed it to her, but she just set it down. you were confused of course, since you didn't know she had already seen what she looked like. "ibuki knows what she looks like, and ibuki applauds you!"

🎸 she looks at you with a bright smile, and you widen your eyes. "you looked at it?" then you groaned and put your face in your hands. "c'mon, man! ibuki, whyyy?" she giggled, and sat up from the seat, and hugged you.

🎸 "ibuki couldn't resist, ibuki was too excited." "of course you were."

🎸 :D

CHIAKI NANAMI

🎮 chiaki >>> kazuichi you requested it. "chiaki, would you like to try this hairstyle?" although it wasn't a surprise, spoiler alert, i can say she liked it. when you suggested it, she thought, why not? after all, the hairstyle seemed nice and she saw no problem getting it.

🎮 she didn't think that you would do it for her though, so imagine how her eyes widen when she realized you're going to cut her hair for her. though chiaki doesn't mind you cutting her hair and stuff, she'd rather a professional do it. just in case she or you would get hurt, but you told her that you could do it!

🎮 it didn't really take much convincing, just promising that you would be extremely careful when doing this. "S/O, please be cautious when you're cutting my hair.. i don't wanna get injured." you nod, putting your hands on your hips. "don't you worry, sweetheart! i'd never do anything to harm you."

🎮 you sweatdropped and turned your head so she couldn't hear you, and whispered, "maybe on accident, but never on purpose."

🎮 she sat down on the chair, and wore the black garbage bag you gave her. you clipped it so it wouldn't fall, and begin to cut her hair. chiaki would most likely sleep while the process is happening, so you have to lift her head and turn her head manually, since you don't really want to disturb her while she's asleep.

🎮 you hear her light snoring, and you smile to yourself. man, she's adorable. anyway, you continue doing your thing, and focus completely. you wouldn't want to mess this up, so you had to be focused.

🎮 she's still sleeping by the time you're done, and you wait a few minutes until you shake chiaki awake. she slowly lifts her head, and yawns. she looks down at the floor, and sees her hair, she's not surprised, it seemed that this haircut would require to get rid of most of her hair.

🎮 not that she minded of course, so she looked at you and yawned again, slowly closing her eyes as if she was about to sleep. but, you nervously laughed, and shaked her awake, but this time with less force. "chiakiii, don't fall asleep on me. you need to see yourself! you look great!"

🎮 she woke up instantly, and blushed. she smiled at you, and you gave her a mirror from the cart. "here you go!"

🎮 she examined herself for a few minutes, and her face was neutral. the pink tint she had on her cheeks had disappeared, and that worried you. "chiaki, is it okay?" she looked up from the mirror, and directly into your e/c eyes. her light pink eyes had literal sparkles in them.

🎮 "S/O, this is wonderful."

🎮 <3

KYOKO KIRIGIRI

🔎 honestly i think she'd be hot af with this type of hairstyle lmao she's raising an eyebrow once you suggest it, and at first declines. why would she need to do that? her hair right now was fine.

🔎 that is, until you showed her what haircut you were giving her. kyoko thought it looked.. great, although she wouldn't admit it. after you showed her how it looked like, she nodded. "it looks fine, i suppose i could try it out."

🔎 she suspected you'd do it yourself, she didn't know why, but she had a feeling. and her gut was correct, you were doing it yourself. she didn't object, but she did tell you to be cautious when you're shaving the side of her head and cutting her hair.

🔎 you just nodded throughout her lecturing, and playfully groaned a few times. kyoko seemed to be very serious about safety, so you took her lecture to heart, but you'd rather die than admit that. "fineee, i'll follow your rules, mom." she stared at you with a blank face, and then it turned into a "are you kidding me" face.

🔎 she walked to the chair, and sat down on it. she then looked at you, "are you going to give me an apron?" you blinked, and then realized what she meant, scrambling to get a black apron and asked her to put it on. she did, and you clipped it.

🔎 "huh, your hair is long." she sighed, but slightly smiled, unfortunately though, you couldn't see it. "you don't say, S/O." you ignored that, went straight to brushing her hair and just generally preparing for when you were going to permanently cut her hair.

🔎 you paused for a minute, and gave her, her phone. "naegi messaged you," she took the phone, and read the lucky student's message. it was something along the lines of "kiri hellp togami is gonnaa kill me", and kyoko just responded with, "deal with him, i am at a very important meeting." naegi replied, "HOW AM I SUPPSED TO DELA WITH TOGAMJ AND HOW IMPORTANT IS THS TMEETING", she left him on read and set the phone down, and her phone kept vibrating with notifications from naegi.

🔎 yeah.. he's probably missing the day you come back the next day. anyway, you're done doing her hair, and rubbed your hands together. "agh- wait, i need to go to the bathroom," you left the room to go to the bathroom, leaving kyoko to think about what it looked like on her. did you think it looked good? i mean, did it look good?

🔎 she got up from the chair, looked around for a mirror, and looked at her reflection. to be honest, she looked absolutely amazing. the hairstyle fit her, and she really wouldn't mind looking like this for the rest of her life. kyoko continued to examining herself and the haircut you gave her, then made a hum of approval.

🔎 you came back a few minutes after, "kyoko! sorry, i just realized i didn't-" you stopped your sentence once you saw kyoko and the mirror. she turned around, saw you, and nodded. "this haircut is pleasant." your mind crashed, then you later on let out a sigh of relief. "phew, thank Atua."

🔎 sorry hers is so short omg c:

KAEDE AKAMATSU

🎼 honestly she'd suggest it and you'd be forced to agree bc she makes those little puppy eyes if you decline lmao

🎼 but ofc, you don't decline and gladly accept. "S/O, can you try doing this haircut for me? please?" you blink, surprised at the sudden suggestion. you asked to see what it looked like, and kaede happily nodded. she showed you what it looked like on her phone, and scrolled through a few examples until you could get an idea of what you were doing.

🎼 "i can do this, nothing too much for the ultimate hairdresser!" you proudly said, which made kaede more excited than she already was. she squealed, jumping around and celebrating.

🎼 after a few minutes later, you were ready to style her hair the way she wanted it. so, you went into your "greatest room", as you call it, and organize everything in there before you called kaede in to officially cut her hair.

🎼 "alright piano woman! come in!" you yelled out for her, and she peeked through the door with an eyebrow raised. "c'mon, S/O! i told you not to call me piano woman.." she face palmed, and walked into the room, observing everything. "huh, this is oddly clean," your girlfriend looked at you with a grin, "i'm surprised." you gasped dramatically, clearly over exaggerating. "rude!"

🎼 "get onto the chair or i won't cut your hair," your demeanor immediately changed, seeming smug instead of offended. kaede rolled her eyes, and sat onto the chair, "i can't deny that i'm fairly excited about this." she admitted, giggling. you take it as a compliment.

🎼 you're doing preparations, and both of you hear a doorbell. you groaned, "dang it," you told kaede that you'd be back after you answered the door. you walked to the door, and looked through the peephole. oh, it was just saihara.

🎼 what the fuck was saihara doing here.

🎼 you open the door with a face that was just screaming "wtf", but disappointingly, the detective didn't notice. "u-um.. hello, akamatsu is here, right..?" he's timid, and he's literally shaking. you didn't know why, you're not intimidating. or maybe because he's an introvert, and he's not used to being around other people.

🎼 "she is, saihara. but we're actually doing something, i was about to cut her hair." you explain, and saihara's eyes widened. "oh- i-i'm sorry, i was just visiting.." he was apologetic as always, and you just awkwardly smiled, "you can come inside and watch me cut kaede's hair, i'm sure she won't mind."

🎼 so you lead him to the room, and you bring him an extra chair to sit on. he watched as you shaved some hair off, cut some hair off, and all that hairdresser shit. then, you were finished. you turned to the detective, who was avoiding eye contact. "saihara, could you fetch me the broom in the kitchen? thank you." he nodded, sprinting out of the room (and nearly tripping, somehow) to get what you had asked him for.

🎼 kaede looked down and played with her fingers. "fetch? really, S/O?" you sweatdropped, "yeah, i'm not sure why i used that word either, trust me." she quietly laughed, and then asked for a mirror. you thought about it, but declined, saying that sweeping the floor was important (priorities, yes) than showing herself how she looked like.

🎼 she pouted, disappointed that you wouldn't let her see how cool she looked. "S/O, let me see! i need to know!" she exclaimed, but you still denied. eventually, kaede gave up on trying to persuade you to give her a mirror.

🎼 saihara had come back with the broom, so you thanked him, and swept the floor. saihara, when he saw kaede's hair, was shocked. he wouldn't admit that in front of the person who literally had scissors near her and was kaede's girlfriend, but kaede was gorgeous (not that she wasn't already gorgeous)! he means that in a platonic way, of course.

🎼 she's stunned to silence once she sees herself, she looks.. great. she looks up with you with a surprised expression, mouth agape, eyes widened, all that stuff. this made you chuckle, "geez, kaede. it's not that big of a deal."

🎼 her eyes twitch, "how is it not that big of a deal!? this is amazing!!" she's absolutely happy with the outcome, and she's definitely going to flex her hair to her classmates, mostly unintentionally.

🎼 ♡

A/N: i forgot kaede's wasnt shuichi's lmao (was fr about to make the reader flirt w sushi help) also, tell me if you want anything changed, anon! hopefully this wasn't too repetitive or anything..

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #triggerhappyhavoc #goodbye despair #killing harmony #kaede akamatsu x reader #sayaka maizono x reader #ibuki mioda x reader #kyoko kirigiri x reader #chiaki nanami x reader #triggerhappyhavoc x reader #goodbye despair x reader #killing harmony x reader #dr1 #sdr2 #v3

[papergirllife]

Lee Jeno

'You ease Jeno's frustrations during a late night recording session."

Warnings : unprotected sex, cockwarming, generally quite fluffy.

Word count : 1.8k

You were in your pajamas at 1 a.m. in the morning, still in the company because your boyfriend is trying to record the best version of his verse in the recording booth a few feet away, his black denim jacket draped across your chest to shield you from the cold.

You were going through your own lyrics, making a few changes here and there to make sure the flow of the song suits you, working in a low volume to avoid disturbing Jeno, who was already getting antsy from this certain verse.

When you were done, you placed the pencil on the desk and got up from your seat, walking to the booth where Jeno had his handsome face in a frown.

“You okay, Jeno? Aren’t you cold in here?” you asked as you took his jacket off of you, draping it back onto his broad shoulders.

“I'm feeling fine, you should use it,” Jeno said shortly before he takes it off, putting it onto you again.

“But you're just in a tank, and you have to perform on stages very soon, you can't catch a cold,” you argued before trying to take it off once more, only to be stopped by Jeno’s hands.

“I'm fine, you're the one who's sensitive to the cold, I don't want you to get sick because of me, I didn't ask for you to be here with me, and still you showered and came back here to be with me, I'm sorry for eating up our time, I know I promised to have a night in with you,” Jeno said with a sad tinge to his usually cheerful eyes before reaching out for you, embracing you into his warmth.

“I know how important this comeback is for you, I wanted to stay here with you because I'm stubborn and that's on me, not you,” you said before turning your body to tuck yourself closer into Jeno, giving his bicep a quick peck before burying your head into his neck, the familiar scent of cologne filling your lungs.

Jeno let's out a chuckle at this odd but familiar action, you started doing this since the day Jeno had started working out on his arms more, every little thing he does you’d always be proud of it, which is why you're so different from everyone else, Jeno feels safe with you, the fact that the both of you absolutely adore each other irks his members out, but he doesn’t care, not when he only has eyes for you.

“I love you,” Jeno said without hesitation, it's always been like this for the two of you, saying these three words whenever you felt like it, communication between the two of you has always been good, though it hasn't always been like this.

There was a time at the beginning of the relationship where Jeno only knew how to show his love through actions, fearing that it may seem too pushy if he constantly speaks up about his emotions, being a guy and all, but your reassurance of loving to hear everything he has to say, as well as those doe eyes of yours that always have a hundred percent focus on him, had given him a sense of comfort, and so he now speaks whatever that comes to mind when he's with you, most often 'I love yous', it could be in the morning when you wake up, or moments like this where there are uncertainties in his head, you’re his rock.

“I love you too, Jeno,” you said it back before pulling away slightly to kiss him, pulling him closer again by looping your hands around his nape, playing with the strands of hair there as you bit on his bottom lip gently before feeling a sudden grip on your hip, a gasp falling from your lips just to give Jeno the opportunity to dominate the kiss, getting you right where he wanted you to be, under his control.

Jeno tasted like the chocolate mint balls he was having just now, a mixture of sweet chocolate and invigorating mint clouding your senses, the taste so addictive that you licked at his tongue just to taste more, but soon Jeno pulled away, noticing that you were running out of breath, your forehead lolled against his, a sign that he was all too familiar with.

“Slow down, baby, what's got you so worked up?” Jeno asked as he peppers kisses down your neck sloppily, he knows he can't mark you without your manager lecturing you, so he'll just have to manoeuvre himself to the valley of your breasts, popping open the buttons of your pajamas to reveal that you've worn a set that had no padding, the tips of your nipples would've been obvious it weren't for how loose your shirt was.

“Remember the last time we fucked in here? You had a writer’s block for stronger and 119, I want to be your muse again, Jen,” you reminded him as you trailed your hand at the hem of his tank, palming his abs that you go crazy over, you must be the luckiest girl ever, to find a guy who’s as hot as he’s talented in his career, not to mention the sinful things he does with those dancer hips.

Jeno chuckled at that fond memory, recalling Jaemin’s horrid expression when he found the two of you in such a state.

“You do know that this is ANL right?” gesturing at the lyrics on the stand.

“Which is a highly suggestive yet quite a fluffy song, we have to set the mood in order for you to actually gain some inspiration, no?” you said before you pulled off his shirt, throwing it somewhere behind you.

“Greedy aren't you?” Jeno said as he tips your chin higher to get a good look at you in the dim lights, admiring your swollen lips and the lust in your eyes, all because of him.

“Well, you can't pen my name down for these songs, the least you can do is give me a good fuck to remember it by,” you said with those seductive eyes of yours looking into his hooded ones before reaching down his pants, a jolt from his cock at your freezing hands.

“Whatever my baby wants, whatever she gets am I right?” Jeno said before manoeuvring you to your back facing his, letting your ass feel his hard on.

You placed your hands on the stool that Jeno previously sat in, arching your back for him to easily access the situation.

Jeno pulls your sweats and panties down hanging them onto the stand, you purse your lips at the sight, hoping that none of your arousal gets onto the surface, but before you could make up your mind whether to tell Jeno to place your clothing somewhere else, Jeno had spread your folds with two fingers, a hand coming up to swipe at your slit teasingly before pinching your clit lightly in between his thumb and index finger, combing a moan out of you, legs jolting at the sudden pleasure, you were always sensitive there.

“Fuck, baby, I barely touched you and you’re dripping wet, didn't know you were this worked up,” Jeno said by your ear, his voice a few octaves lower.

Jeno enters two fingers in one go, making you buckle your knees at the sudden intrusion, not expecting it so soon, the feeling of his rough finger pads reaching deep into you, searching for that one spot, and when he found it, it felt like the first taste of heaven, a whimper falling from your lips as you held onto the stool harder, preparing for what's to come.

Jeno thrusted his fingers in a moderate pace before sliding in a third, making a scissoring motion to open you up for his large cock.

When he deemed that you were wet enough, Jeno shoved his pants and boxers down to his knees, impatient for the warmth in between your legs.

Jeno positioned himself at your entrance, pushing in an inch before slamming himself into you.

“Fuck, Jeno!” you could feel how full you were now, and how he fits perfectly inside you, his tip dangerously close to your sweet spot, you just need him to move.

“Jeno, you can move now, please,” you begged, breathless as your mind is still registering the feeling of this euphoria.

Jeno clenches his jaw in concentration before pulling out of your sweet pussy slightly, before thrusting back in, starting a quick and shallow pace, the way your warm walls were clenching onto him was making him lightheaded from the immense pleasure, but he knows he has to get his shit together if he wants to actually finish up recording tonight.

Jeno grips onto your hips as he builds up his pace, pistoning his dick inside of you hard and fast as he hears your screams of pleasure, the sound echoing in this small booth, encouraging him to go faster as he gets addicted to this sweet melody.

You held onto the stool for your dear life as you felt the knot in your abdomen slowly unwinding, a sign that you’re nearing your edge.

“I'm gonna cum, Jen, cum with me, please,” you said before purposely clenching onto his dick.

“Fuck, baby, I’m not gonna last any longer if you keep doing that,” Jeno said in one breath, before focusing back onto chasing both your highs, a hand moving to your breasts to pinch your nipples with the perfect amount of pain, he knows how much of a pain slut you are for him, and that was exactly what pushed you over the edge.

You felt your body convulsing as you orgasmed, the knot snapping free as the screams of Jeno’s name tumble from your lips as you let Jeno continue.

Jeno came only a few sloppy thrusts, after you, biting onto your shoulder as he came, giving a few hard thrusts to ride out both your highs, and just so he could bury his cum inside you, letting both your juices mix.

When both of you were done, Jeno moved your limp body expertly on top of his as he took a seat onto the stool, him still inside of you, your head tucked by his left shoulder, picking up where he had left off just now.

“You're right baby, you really are my muse,” Jeno said before humming a tune, then correcting some errors on the sheet.

“Well, good to know I was helpful, now if you'll excuse me, I need to clean up,” you said before trying to get up.

Jeno's left hand grips onto your hips, restricting you from leaving.

“Stay for a bit, I'm finishing up soon, then I'll clean you up, I'm sure you’re too tired to walk now, get some rest,” Jeno said as he pats your head gently, something he does that oddly lulls you to sleep.

“Okay, just don't overwork yourself,” you said before drifting off to sleep on your boyfriend’s shoulder, your very own human pillow.

#nct smut #nct fluff #nct #nct dream #jeno #jeno smut #jeno fluff #lee jeno #nct 127 #wayv #jaemin

[edna-skiffens]

The Best Medicine

Summary: You are in the hospital, but you can never sleep in hospitals. Good thing you have a very attractive night shift nurse who is willing to help out.

Word Count: 4.5K

Warnings: hospitals, light med talk, bad medical writing, fluff

A/N: Please ignore the plot holes or the fact that this isn’t the most realistic and also I know this isn’t how discharge works at the hospital.. It’s called fiction for a reason, darling. Also, I left the reason the reader is in the hospital open ended bc some of us may have medical conditions/reasons that we can attach to this, but if not I tried to keep it vague enough on purpose so that you can imagine whatever. Also if you like Nurse!Tom and have requests for him lmk bc i’m happy to write for him.

Toss and turn. Toss and turn. The routine was getting old. This was your third night in the hospital and sleep just wasn’t coming to you.

Maybe it was the medicine they had you on. Maybe it was the constant symphony of sounds and people passing in the hallway. Maybe it was because you weren’t at home in your own bed.

Maybe it was just because you were in the hospital.

You couldn’t be sure. What you were sure of is that you weren’t falling asleep anytime soon.

Feeling another presence in the room, you looked from the ceiling to the doorway where you saw Tom, one of the night shift nurses, standing cautiously.

“I didn’t wake you did I?” He asked as he eased his way inside.

“Nope.”

“So no sleep again, huh?”

“Nope.”

“Sorry darling. Let’s go ahead and get these vitals over with.” He took your blood pressure, oxygen levels, temperature and wrote it down in your chart. Putting the clipboard back on its hook at the end of the bed, he looked up at your tired face. “Okay. So now about that sleep. What do you think will help?”

“Not being in the hospital.”

He chuckled lightly while walking back towards your bedside.

“I know. You hate it here. You’ve made that very clear and I try not to take too much offense to it.” You let out a slight laugh and held back the fact that he was the best part of this whole experience. He almost made it worth it. “I’m sorry we can’t give you any sleeping medication. Do you think it’ll help if I talk to you?”

“You mean tell me bedtime stories?” You couldn’t help but tease him at the adorable suggestion, though it sent a swarm of butterflies off in your stomach.

“I was thinking more like bore you ‘till you fell asleep. But whatever works.”

“You’re the nurse. If you think it’ll help.” You both sat there smirking at each other for a moment. Something unspoken floating in the air between you two.

“Well, I need to finish my round of vitals first. I’ll come check on you when I’m done and if you’re still up we’ll see about those stories.”

“I’ll be here.”

About fifteen or twenty minutes later you heard a light tap on your door followed by “Still awake?”

“Always.”

“You up for a chat?” Tom asked as he made his way to the stool then rolled slightly closer to your bed.

“Got nothing better to do.” You teased again.

“Okay. Well you should probably lay down.”

“Oh. It’s going to be that kind of story, huh?” His laugh was so beautiful and you were happy you were the cause of it.

“No.” He corrected in between laughs “The goal is to get you to sleep. So sitting up won’t help.”

“Right. Right.”

“Well.. anything in particular you’d like to talk about?”

“Why did you choose to become a nurse?”

“Ahhh. Good question. So I actually went to an art school.” You couldn’t help the brief expression of surprise that crossed your face. “I know. Shocking. I did training specifically in dance and gymnastics and I loved it.”

“Wait, so what happened?” You asked, turning on your side to face him more comfortably.

“Well one day we were rehearsing for a show and I fell. Ruined my knee. Had to do physical therapy for months. I tried to get back into it, but it just wasn’t the same. However, through that process I learned a lot about medicine and the health side of things. It really turned me on to it. And when my Plan A got a bit messed up I thought ‘hey, this could work’. So far it’s treated me pretty well.”

You smiled at Tom, admiring his passion for his career and the determination he had to keep pushing after his accident. You enjoyed hearing him talk about it too. If you didn’t know any better you would say it was helping you relax.

“My story that boring?”

“Obviously.”

“Your sarcasm has no end.”

“Oh… goodness.. you thought that was sarcasm?”

Tom only laughed and shook his head the way he often did with you.

You may just have been his patient and he may have just been your nurse, but you both bonded. He kept you company and gave you comfort. In return, you kept him entertained during the quiet night shifts.

“I’m not going to sleep. I'm just resting my eyes. But still listening.” You told him as you nestled further into the hospital bed, trying to find a position that would make it comfortable.

“Okay, darling.” He grinned at you.

“Tell me more. What kind of-” You had to stop to yawn, “What kind of art stuff did you do?”

“Oh. Well, I was in a few musicals. I really enjoyed dancing. I did ballet ever since I was young and I love the control I have over my body. The tricks I can do with gymnastics or the turns and leaps. I mean I can’t do them to that level anymore, but I try to stay active.” He glanced up and noticed you hadn’t moved, “Are you still with me?”

“Mhm.” You barely respond.

“Okay. Well it was a performing arts school so we really were trained in many areas. We had classes in acting, singing, dancing, all of it. It was a lot of fun and I met my best friends there.”

Tom began telling stories about his time at school. Before he knew it, he lost himself and track of time. He looked back at you, quiet and still.

“Y/N?” You were finally asleep. “Goodnight, darling.” He whispered as he gently made his exit.

Because Tom worked the night shift, you never saw him when you woke in the morning. Instead, Tanya, a sweet nurse that felt like a big sister, or Linda, Nurse Ratched in the flesh, came in for morning vitals and meds.

You counted down the days until your release. Life in the hospital was pretty uneventful with the limit on visitors and limited activity. There’s only so many sitcoms one can take in a given timespan. The only thing that you really looked forward to each night was when Tom clocked in.

“Hi Y/N.”

“Hi Tom.” You would smile at each other.

“How are we feeling today?”

“Better. Ready to get out of here.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear you are feeling better and still ready to jailbreak.” He smiled while writing something down on your chart. “They should be bringing up your dinner tray soon and then I’ll bring by your evening meds after that.”

“Okay.”

“If you need me you know what to do.” He called to you before walking out the door.

You were disappointed when Shelley brought your evening meds by later. She was a nice enough nurse. She just wasn’t Tom.

You’d grown accustomed to mainly having him as your nurse during the evening shift. At first you weren’t sure if it was coincidence or on purpose, but after a few nights of staying up and talking, you grew closer to him. You saw less of the other nursing staff and more of Tom.

You tried not to build anything up in your head. You were sure everything he was doing was in his job description and a part of being a good nurse.

He would sneak you extra pudding cups from the cafeteria and bring you an extra heated blanket because you could never stay warm. If you needed a new IV, he held your hand to ease the anxiety. He kept you company and made you feel less alone in such a sterile and intimidating place. And when he noticed you had trouble sleeping he chose to sit with you to help you fall asleep. You couldn’t help the butterflies that built in your stomach.

It became a sort of routine. He checked on you during evening vitals, even if someone else was doing them, and you were always still awake. He would then come and sit with you and chat for a bit, telling you different stories until you eventually fell asleep.

Some nights when you were extra restless he would help you walk the halls.

“The doctors have to see you’re stable enough before you can be discharged. Plus, maybe it’ll tire you out.” He suggested.

He would help get your IV pole ready so you could walk with it. He helped you into your slippers and eased you out of bed after passing you your robe.

Walking the hall slowly, Tom knew he had to remain professional, yet he found a few excuses to graze his hand across your back to ‘steady you’ when you turned corners or he thought you were looking tired.

“It might take me a while to get back to my usual jogs in the park, huh?” You laughed in spite of yourself.

“You’ll get there. Baby steps.” He encouraged, as you turned around the Nurse’s Station. You missed the faces the other night shift nurses were giving you both, but Tom was sure to subtly flick them off. “So, do you like running?” He asked as you headed back towards your room.

Throughout your late nights together, he told you of his three younger brothers and his dog named Tessa. You spoke about what you would do when you were out of hospital. He talked about his friends and flatmates and the adventures they had. He told you many stories, but each morning when you woke up he was clocked out and the day shift nurses were there.

Tonight was your last night. You’re set to be discharged tomorrow and while you are ecstatic to go home, you’re going to miss one thing about this place.

“I bet you’re too excited to sleep tonight. I don’t know if my stories will even help.” Tom said as he sat down next to you.

You smiled up to him sweetly.

“What are you looking forward to the most once you get out of here?”

“Sleeping in my own bed.”

“Well that’s no surprise.” Tom laughed, a contagious sound making you giggle as well. “Isn’t there anything you’ll miss about this place?”

“Yeah.” He smiled “There’s one thing.”

“What’s that?” He asks.

“The pudding cups.”

“Ahh the pudding cups of course.” You giggled while fiddling with the IV line.

“They just don’t taste the same in the outside world.”

His smile grew wider as you giggled.

“No, but really. As much as I give this place grief and say I’m ready to get out of here - which I am,” You gave him a pointed look to which he held his hands up in mock surrender, fully believing you, “it hasn’t been too terribly awful I guess.”

“Oh, well, I’m glad we could make your stay not too terribly awful.. I guess.” He teased. “Do you have anything exciting to look forward to once you’re a free woman?”

“Nothing huge planned, really. The doctors did say to take it easy.”

“That’d be wise.”

“Yeah. I’ll just lay low for a while. My sister said she may try to come visit me though so that would be nice.”

“Oh that would be nice. She’s your older sister right?”

“Right. She moved away last year to be closer to her boyfriend.”

“Ah. Do you like him?”

“Sorry?”

“This boyfriend. Do you like him?”

“He’s alright, I suppose. He makes her happy.” Tom nodded along.

“And do you have a boyfriend that makes you happy?”

“N-No. No I don’t. Not at the moment.” You began fiddling with the IV cord again.

“No boyfriend or not a boyfriend that makes you happy?” He asked.

“Neither.”

“Well that’s a shame.” If the heart monitor was connected you would’ve been screwed. “I just mean someone needs to look after you once you get home. I hope this sister comes through for a visit. You’ve got to take it easy.”

“Oh I’ll be fine.”

“I’m sure you will be.” He smiled.

“How has your shift been tonight? Busy?” You asked, fighting back a yawn.

“A bit busier than usual. There was a slight emergency earlier which is why Shelley handed out meds tonight. Sorry I didn’t come around.”

“It’s alright. I know you have other patients.”

“Yeah, but none like you.” You were sure he said that to all of his patients. After all, you’ve heard similar lines ever since you went to the pediatrician as a child. But it still gave you butterflies.

“Are you getting sleepy?”

“A little. But it’s okay.” He gave you a pointed look but continued to talk anyway. “It’s the last night. One final request for storytime. Make it a good one.”

You thought for a moment before asking your question.

“Do you ever wish that life turned out differently? That you never had your accident and you could’ve followed your dreams to be a dancer?” You asked while turning on your side and getting more comfortable.

“Sometimes. At least, I used to. But I think I’ve accepted it now. And I really can’t see myself doing anything but this.” You nodded taking in his answer “I look at it this way. If it wasn’t for my injury then I never would’ve changed my career path and found my love for medicine. I never would have made so many of the friends I’ve made or the memories I’ve made. I never would have met you.” He finishes with a sweet smile.

“That’s a very positive way of looking at it.” You told him. “Be honest, are you a therapist during the day?” He laughed out loud.

“No. I’m not. I guess I’m a big believer in ‘everything happens for a reason’.” You nodded while covering a yawn.

“So I’ve been curious to ask you,” He began, “Do you usually have this much trouble sleeping? Because you can get help for that you know?” You smiled at him.

“What? I thought a night nurse talking to you was the cure?” Tom smirked and shook his head. “I’m kidding. No, I normally don’t. It’s just the stiff sheets and hospital sounds I think.”

“Darn hospital.” He rolled his eyes and joked. “So this time tomorrow you’ll be sound asleep in your own bed then?”

You knew it was meant to be a happy statement, but you were a little sad at the thought of not having any more late night chats with Tom.

“Yes. Thank God.” You forced a smile.

You felt another yawn coming and tried to hold it back. It was already past the usual time that you fell asleep.

Tom could tell you were exhausted so he launched into a story from nursing school, hoping to lull you to sleep.

You yawned your way through listening, trying to soak up every last moment with Tom. In the morning he wouldn’t be here. You’d leave and likely never see him again.

When he finished, your eyes were half open and he wondered how you were still awake. Or maybe why.

“Why are you fighting it? The point is to sleep. Give in.” He told you gently after another yawn.

You looked up at him, half asleep and rubbing your eyes, not finding the confidence to tell him the true reason you were trying to stay awake.

“I’m happy right now.”

He smiled down at you.

“I am too. But you need your sleep, darling.” You weren’t sure what to say and you didn’t have much energy left in you anyway. “How about this. I’ve probably been in here too long as it is. Let me go check in at the Nurse’s Station and then I’ll come back and check on you soon and see if you’re still awake okay?”

The thought that he was leaving gave you a sad feeling in your stomach. You tried to remind yourself that he was just your nurse. Nothing more.

“Okay.” You smiled at him, sleepily, while settling further into the bed.

He stood up and instead of walking towards the door he walked closer to you. He grabbed the thin, white hospital blanket and pulled it closer around your shoulders.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He whispered before he walked to the door.

“Tom?” You called out just before he opened it. He turned around with an expectant look, “Thanks for everything.”

Even though the room was dim you could see his smile.

“You’re welcome, Y/N. Get some sleep.”

You don’t remember much after that. You don’t know if Tom came back to check on you. You just remember falling asleep with a smile on your face.

When you woke up the following morning it felt like any other morning in the hospital.

The hallways were much louder. Beeps, chatter, and phones were constant. The lights were brighter.

But you were quickly reminded that it wasn’t any other morning. You were going home today.

The door creaked open and Tanya, one of your regular daytime nurses, poked her head in.

“Oh good you’re up.” She made her way inside and over to the gloves. “How’d you sleep?”

“Pretty good. Thanks.” She gave you a smile, something hidden behind it.

“I’m sure.” She said quietly to herself. You gave her a questioning look. “Oh I just mean I’m sure you’re excited to get out of here.”

You nodded as she took your vitals one last time.

“Everything looks good. What do you say about getting this IV out?”

“I say that sounds amazing.”

She took it out and bandaged up your arm while informing you of how the morning would go.

“Dr. McCoy is making rounds now then he’ll be by soon to go over your discharge. You can get dressed whenever you’re ready. If you need help, buzz me. You’ll still have a breakfast tray come, but you don’t have to eat it.” She gave you a wink while taking off her gloves.

“Thanks Tanya.”

“Of course, sweetie. And in case I don’t see you before you go, you’ve been a wonderful patient. Take care of yourself.” You smiled at her as she left you to change into some leggings and a sweatshirt.

You were packing your remaining things into your bag when your doctor walked in.

“Y/N! How are we doing today?”

“We’re doing great because we’re going home.” You smiled while taking a seat to rest for a few minutes.

“I know you’re excited.” He laughed before explaining the conditions of your discharge. You had medicines to take, a follow up appointment, and strict instructions to rest for the next few weeks. After signing some forms he left you with a stack of papers. “Is someone coming to pick you up?”

“Yeah my neighbor should be here within an hour.”

“Sounds good. Don’t hesitate to call us or come back in if you have any trouble or questions.”

“Will do. Thanks.”

A few minutes after he left a nurse brought in your breakfast tray. There wasn’t much of a point for it but since your discharge wasn’t technically until 10:30 am you were still a patient during breakfast.

You took the pudding cup that you requested with every meal off the tray before sliding it away. Smiling to yourself, you tucked it away in your bag. All you had left to do was wait for 10:30.

Tanya came in to check on you again and told you to buzz the Nurse’s Station when you knew your ride was here. At 10:27 you had a text from your neighbor that they were out front in the pickup zone. So you hit the call button.

“Yes?” Linda, the scariest dayshift nurse, answered.

“Um hi. Tanya told me to buzz in when my ride was here so I could go down.”

“Okay we’ll be right in.”

Not even a minute later you heard your door open. Expecting to see Tanya or maybe even Linda you looked up.

An audible gasp left your lips when Tom stood in your doorway with a wheelchair.

“I hear someone needs a ride?” He smiled as he made his way closer to the bed.

“Tom. What are you still doing here?”

“I pulled a double.” You wanted to ask why, but decided against it. You were still in a little bit of shock from seeing him again. “If you’d rather I can go get Linda to walk you down?” He pointed back towards your door.

“No! No.. I’m just surprised s’all.”

“Well come on. I thought you’d be running out of this place once the clock hit 10:30.” Glancing up you saw it was now 10:34. Your neighbor is probably tired of waiting already.

You grabbed your discharge papers and reached for your bag when you heard, “I got it.” Smiling at him, you sat down in the wheelchair. Tom placed the bag around his shoulder and kicked the brakes off the chair. “Ready?” You nodded up at him.

He rolled you out of the room that felt so small for a final time. You passed the Nurse’s Station and waved bye to the staff. He turned by the elevators and when you looked up at him in question, he read your mind. Looked down at you he said, “We’re taking the staff elevators.”

When you made it there he hit the button, turning you around and backing you in once the doors opened. He hit the button for the Lobby and leaned up against the wall of the elevator, briefly glancing at you, as you rode down together.

“Well you made it. You’re a free woman.” He smiled shyly.

“Yippee.” He met your eyes for a moment before looking back to the floor. The dynamics felt different. It wasn’t like your late night talks together.

“Listen, Y/N.” Tom began as he stood up from the wall and faced you. He was about to continue when the elevator ding cut him off, signaling you had reached your destination.

Maybe that was what was different. You had reached your destination.

You had a fun time talking with Tom and entertaining each other when you were both up late at night. He was fun to get to know and you enjoyed having someone care for you. He was easy to banter with and certainly easy on the eyes. But your time at the hospital was up. You knew it would be eventually. You wanted it to be.

Tom was a nurse. He was just doing his job. He was helping take care of you. He was being nice. He was trying to make your stay more comfortable. There was nothing to read into.

Your time being his patient was up and your time with him was up.

You tried to remain realistic, but the sadness still crept up as he rolled you closer to the door.

Once outside, you saw your neighbor exit the car and wave you over. Tom steered in the direction and slowed before rolling to a stop and hitting the brake locks on the wheels.

“Hi, I’m Taylor.”

“Tom.” They shook hands as Tom passed off your bag for Taylor to put in the backseat.

“I’m sorry for the circumstances, but it really has been a pleasure having you as a patient and getting to know you, Y/N.” Tom admitted as he walked around to face you. He grabbed the papers from your lap. “Take care of yourself, okay?” You had shared many smiles with Tom, but this one felt sadder.

“I will. Thank you for everything, Tom. I mean it.” You reached up and squeezed his hand. He gave you a light squeeze back while smiling down at you. Taylor returned from the backseat of the car and Tom turned to them.

“These are her important papers about follow up appointments, medications, what to do at home, all of that so please make sure she doesn’t lose any of them.” He emphasized the point.

“Got it. Thanks.” Taylor held onto the stack while Tom turned back to you.

“If I can’t handle a few papers on my own, then maybe I shouldn’t be going home yet, Tom.” You laughed.

“I know, I just wanted to make sure they made it home with you.” He walked closer. “You ready to get in?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. He helped you up, supporting you just as a precaution. Once seated, you took a moment to catch your breath as you pulled the seatbelt down. He met your hand, taking it from you to buckle you in.

“You good?”

You nodded with a smile, “Just a little tired. No biggie.”

He looked you over before returning your smile, though his didn’t quite reach his eyes, “If you need us, call us. Otherwise go home and rest.”

This was it. This was goodbye.

“Thanks, Tom.”

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

He shut the door. He walked back to the wheelchair, released the brake locks and headed inside. He looked back only when your car was driving away.

“Here’s those papers that are so important.” Taylor handed you the stack after they got in.

“Thanks.”

“So how are you feeling?”

“Better. Thanks.” You felt them looking at you as they joined traffic.

“You sure? You sound like you feel awful.”

You try to remind yourself to forget the sweet and attractive nurse and start moving forward.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m okay.” You decide to distract yourself by reading through your discharge paperwork, when something caught your eye. On top was a sticky note with the hospital’s letterhead. You were sure it wasn’t there before. Looking closer it read,

Y/N,

In case you need someone to talk to when you can’t sleep.

555-5555

P. S. I have a connection to some pretty good pudding cups too.

Tom

The smile that grew on your face was undeniable. All the feelings you suppressed came flooding in. He wasn’t just being nice. He actually liked you.

One thing you knew for sure was that even though you would be in your own bed tonight, you still would be up, talking to a very special nurse.

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[cozymoko]

hii may I ask for a yandere Sasuke and Kakashi with a s/o who's kind of a big rebel. like she doesn't to wanna give up so she fights, and answers back you know? like she just doesn't want to leave her life behind so she tries to make it hard for them. And how they'd react like what would they do about it. Also if you only write one character per request please choose whoever you prefer.

SASUKE UCHIHA

🍙 I've always mentioned how Sasuke doesn't want a nonchalant lover, as he is relatively vacant himself. It's like fighting fire with fire, he frankly needs someone who declares what's on their mind. Who isn't too timid to oppose his actions. But a rebel wasn't what he had in mind.

❂——"You're something else indeed, I'm surprised you have even a little bit of will left."

🍙 You not leaving your new life behind is acceptable, Sasuke hasn't either. Although if it causes you to rebel against him it won't mean anything to him. He's greedy as an adult or juvenile, but not outwardly once he matured.

🍙 Sasuke isn't a kind man, overall, at least not in his days of youth. Your advances are nothing more than a setback that he'll ultimately overcome. It may take a while but he anticipated nothing less.

❂——"Why do you insist on fighting so much? We both know the outcome will be the same."

🍙 As violent as he can be that doesn't mean he doesn't at least enjoy watching your chaotic nature. You undoubtedly keep him on his toes, in more ways than one. In all honesty, he prefers it, you remind him of Naruto in numerous aspects. You stir a fire in him in ways that only Naruto was capable of, Sasuke was right when he deemed you special.

🍙 In the end, Sasuke might just manipulate you as that's what he does best. He'll make you want to abide with him, he'll make you believe he has overall reasonable intentions. He'll compel you to see it through his eyes, see through his trauma. Telling you his reasons are nothing but pure!

❂——"I'm not asking you to leave your family, am I? I'm asking for you to love me, am I really the selfish one, {Name}?"

KAKASHI HATAKE

📚 Any challenge is appreciated and Kakashi won't give in that easily. If you want a fight, he'll give you one and there's no backing out from it. He'll turn it into a game, which will make him impossible to deal with.

📕——"This is a challenge, huh? What hardships will I face by your 'almighty' hands?" He joked, lending you his signature closed eye smile.

📚 I believe Kakashi to be a very family-oriented man, despite not getting to experience a family of his own. But if he has his eyes set on you he'll be damned if he lets you go. After everything he's been through in life he can be selfish for once, right?

📚 This man can outsmart you without a doubt. With every step you take he five more ahead of you, he honestly wants to see how long it'll last, how long until you give in, and trust me, he can wait pretty damn long. Kakashi doesn't take you too seriously. If you'd like to test it he's got all day.

📕——"Ah, mind games? You didn't actually think this could get me, right {Name}? For such a high-ranked ninja I thought you'd think smarter."

📚 With him, he won't let you slip through his fingers of course, but he won't necessarily force you to stay put. He's always watching, no doubt, though he'll show you that you "need" him and he's not doing this for his selfishness. If you're capable to protect yourself or not he'll always end up saving you over and over again.

📚 In the end, he's more of a person to wait, to tire you out into his arms. He's thinking about the long-term effects of just forcing you, Kakashi would rather not give you a reason to blame him. Therefore he'll just let you fully come to him and accept your fate since he technically didn't "force you." He's playing this game just as much as you are.

📕——"Ah, Ah, Ah, Not so fast, If my memory is correct it was you who wanted to be together. What's wrong, cat got your tongue? That's a new one."

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[takamishinko]

karasuno and nekoma scenario + headcanons for ftm reader

pronouns: he/him

warnings: dead naming, slight harassment and tranphobic comments like using the wrong pronouns.

a/n: this was a request from @mi-ts i hope you enjoy this and this is what you're looking for :) i added in some headcanons of my own as well. pls tell me if i said anything offensive in there by accident, i was also super tired when i wrote this so pls excuse me for any mistakes :'D

karasuno:

i feel like the entire team is pretty supportive and definitely not transphobic

the only person that i could possibly think of that doesn't understand transitioning would be tanaka but even then he'll still support you in whatever decision you make

let's start off with the first years

hinata and kageyama definitely uses correct pronouns though i feel like kageyama might forget sometimes but he'll just use they instead

tsuki doesn't care much and i don't think he cares a lot about anything other than maybe yamaguchi

yamaguchi would be really sweet about it, correct pronouns 100%, no mistakes or mess ups. he'll probably pay more attention to you and help you with whatever you need

kinoshita and narita are both super supportive people so they wouldn't care that much but they would definitely use right pronouns and all that

ennoshita is kind of the leader of the group right? i feel like he would advocate your pronouns only if ur comfortable with it though

alright third years

suga.

supportive supportive supportive super supportive

makes sure your absolutely 120% comfortable with your surroundings and if there are people bothering you he's not scared to get asahi and daichi to square up with them

daichi is pretty lowk about it. respectful of course. always tries to help you with suga but doesn't end up helping a lot but that's ok

lastly asahi would be…

pretty nervous about making sure he doesn't use the wrong pronouns or make you uncomfortable

like overly cautious but you find it funny and adorable

__________

"yo y/n! what took you so long? practice started 10min ago." tanaka shouted from across the gym.

"sorry…i got caught up with something." you replied with a sad tone in your voice.

the team immediately noticed something wrong. you were usually a pretty cheerful person and sulking like that didn't seem right to them. 

"woah woah, you good man?" noya said while tapping you shoulder.

"yah i'm fine guys, thanks." you lied.

"even a dumbass like hinata and king over there would know you're not fine, what's wrong." said tsuki.

"hey we heard that! but seriously y/n-kun, is everything ok?" hinata said while walking over with kageyama. 

"it's nothing much really… some second years called me uhh… "baby girl" today and asked me if i had anything to do after school. they wouldn't let me go either even after i told them i had somewhere else to be…. and the fact that i'm not a girl anymore." 

"they fucking what now?" suga said with an incredibly hostile smile on his face. 

"do you know their names?" daichi asked.

"yah its f/n l/n and f/n and l/n…" 

"those two sons of bitches??" tanaka and noya screamed in unison. 

"yah do you guys know them or something?" 

"they're in the class beside ours, we don't know much about them except that they're annoying as fuck. they've been making girls uncomfortable all year long." noya replied.

"oh… they must've thought i was a girl since i didn't wear a… y'know." 

"that's still no reason to do that to you y/n. first of all you weren't comfortable with them flirting with you, second of all you also told them that you're a guy and they still called you that." asahi said 

"yah that's true." daichi said with the rest of the team nodding their heads in agreement.

"don't worry y/n, we all know it's not your fault the binders don't work. no matter what you wear or how you look, the team will always see you as who you want to be!" suga said with a bright smile on his face this time.

a smile appeared on your face with warm thoughts entering your mind. knowing you have friends that care about you this much is truly a blessing you don't want to lose. 

"on a side note, suga and i know those 2 as well. in fact we know their homeroom teacher too, i'll go report to their teacher tomorrow. he loved suga and i, we were his best students." 

a small giggle came out of you and so did some happy tears. 

"thanks guys! it really means a lot." you said to all of your friends.

the rest of the practice was filled with joy and laughter. a few days later you received a handwritten apology from the two assholes you were talking about.

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nekoma:

same as karasuno i'm almost 100% sure none of them are transphobic and they would all be supportive. same case of tanaka with yamamoto though if anything

after you came out kuroo just gave you his signature smirk and a big thumbs up and continued to do his chemistry.

kai.

omg don't even get me started

he is SO supportive and just the nicest person possible

he's not aggressively supportive like suga but he's literally just always there for you. before you even realize you need something he already has it.

water, food, whatever it is.

yaku (personal nekoma fav), super chill about it

"oh cool, just let me go tell lev so he doesn't mess up your pronouns."

"lev for the last fucking time it's y/n and he/him it's not that hard to remember."

bonks lev everytime he messes up but he eventually got it

fukunaga just goes: 

":3 👍" 

so precious, never messes up your pronouns and names

kenma definitely doesn't mess up, remembers it well and i think he would just be like:

"cool, make sure you let the team know. especially lev…"

yamamoto would maybe mess up but he's trying his best

inuoka and shibayama:

i love these 2 so much btw^

inuoka would be excited cuz this is the first time someone ever came out as trans to them.

shibayama is just beside inuoka also being excited and nodding his head agreeing with everything he says

in conclusion these 2 are baby

__________

"hey guys what's up!" 

"ah y/ns here." kai said with s bright smile on his face, greeting you to practice.

"yo! what's up we're just getting started can you help me set up the net?" yaku said while waving over to you.

"yah i'm on my way give me a sec." 

"kenma go help yaku-san get off your game." kuroo said while poking at kenma.

"give me a sec. I'm almost finished." 

inuoka and shibayama were on the side listening to yamamoto talk about something. you and shōhei rushed over to help yaku with the net. 

"there, all done. thanks guys. kuroo let's start practice." yaku yelled

"yah everyone get ready-" 

just as kuroo said that, two boys entered the gym. they didn't look like they were up to anything good so kuroo stepped up and asked them what they're here for. 

"how can i help you two?" 

"we're just here to find d/n, oh there she is. hey~ you haven't answered our question yet, you free this weekend sweetheart?" one of the boys said as he attempted to move closer to you.

kuroo lost his shit immediately and pushed them away from you. 

"first of all his name is y/n, second of all it's he. lastly if you don't have anything else to say, please leave, our practice is about to start." 

"chill captain~ we just wanted to talk to this beautiful lady over here." 

"for the last fucking time you bastards it's-" yaku cut off kuroo before he could finish.

"leave it to me. you, tall one on the left, f/n l/n from c/n right?" yaku asked.

“y-yah why?” 

“your chemistry mark, 53% and you didn’t pass the test you took on thursday.”

“w-what ??! i don’t even know my mark yet how do you-”

“and you, the stick on the right, f/n l/n. you’re even worse, 49% as your total and your test? i’d embarrassed for you.”

“what the fuck?? w-who are you?!”

“yaku morisuke, 3rd year. the assistant for your chemistry teacher. now if you don’t want your marks leaked to the entire school i suggest you leave y/n here alone and get out.”

“tch yeah whatever !” the 2 boys said as they scurried away. 

“yaku-san!! that was so cool!!” everyone said.

“don’t worry about it! it’s what y/n deserves” he said with a huge thumbs up.

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[skipps-writes-for-gojo-satoru]

I'm not sure Gojo has ever even shown an interest to any girls.

He calls Utahime weak and teases her by making fun of her, essentially- which she hates. Mei Mei is incredibly strong and beautiful, and Gojo acknowledges her skill but that's it. I also noticed that in the anime (the manga doesn't have honorifics, so please correct me if I'm wrong) but he calls her Mei-san rather than Mei Mei. Therefore, I don't think he ever tried to get much closer to her than the interactions we've seen. When she asks him if he'd comfort her if she cried, he tells her that's she strong- she wouldn't cry. I thought it was interesting that while Mei Mei's question was slightly flirty, Gojo answered so simply, without any teasing.

He calls Shoko by her first name, which is understandable since they spend more time together being in the same grade. He realizes that her ability is rare and useful, but like with Utahime and Mei Mei he doesn't go any further than that. He mostly speaks to her about work related things and doesn't flirt or tease much at all.

Honestly, I think Gojo actually respects his female colleagues and mostly pokes fun at Utahime because she's so uptight and strict. Shoko and Mei Mei are more relaxed and self-assured, and Gojo recognizes their skills and compliments them for it rather than teasing them. I doubt Gojo really thinks Utahime is truly weak more than he just loves riling her up. Other than that, Gojo's pretty respectful.

Also, in the Hidden Inventory arc, Gojo was bombarded with screaming from all the girls excited to see him. Other than pulling his shades down so they could see his face- after they asked him to, btw- he didn't really do much else. He didn't even react much to the teacher giving him her phone number. His only comment was "what a fun school," and it's interesting to see that while lots of girls do appreciate his looks, he acts only mildly amused.

Other than that one model as his wallpaper, we don't really see Gojo flirt or show interest with anyone. He only really teases Utahime to piss her off- I suspect he hates how much she follows the rules like Nanami does, who he teases often as well. He likely just enjoys annoying people so stern because rules just don't sit well with him (especially because of what those "rules" had done to Geto).

It's just a possibility, but he could be one of those guys who's more interested in work than pleasure- I know, he's handsome, but not all handsome people are players and cheaters. I think that's a horrible stigma and a lot of attractive people irl are judged and criticized solely for their looks. People make too many assumptions on someone just based on their genes, and I think it's pretty shallow to think Gojo's a womanizer just because he's attractive. And he knows he's attractive- but when did being confident in yourself make you a philanderer? Gojo has never used his looks manipulatively at all.

It's definitely a possibility that he would be a womanizer, but I'd say it's unlikely based in what we've seen. To sum it all up, Gojo doesn't show interest in anyone. He teases Utahime often, likely for the same reason be teases Nanami- they're too uptight. Shoko and Mei Mei are both incredibly skilled and beautiful sorcerers, and he does acknowledge and compliment them for it, but he doesn't tease or flirt with them. He's respectful, and he works with them as his colleagues. He didn't get distracted by the teen girls fawning over him either, or suddenly get overtly cocky or show off, only sliding his glasses down so they could see his face, and even then he acted only mildly amused. Also, when Miwa asked him for a picture, he didn't even stay and chat with her or anything (I know she's a minor, but if he truly was a womanizer, he would have at least stayed to hear her compliment him or anything to feed his ego) Maybe ask her "Oh, you want a picture with me? The strongest? How cute~" A flirty comment, a joke, something to fuel his own ego, but he doesn't do that. He doesn't act in a way that conveys he openly pursues attention from women. He just takes the picture with her and walks off casually.

Therefore, other than the fact that he's handsome- and I know many people who would assume things about someone based on their attractiveness, which is a terrible stereotype- Gojo doesn't show much interest in flirting at all. He could be the type of guy who works more than plays- and there's plenty of guys who are handsome but aren't super interested in playing around. Being handsome doesn't automatically mean he's the type to sneak around and have affairs here and there. It's completely realistic for a handsome man to be uninterested in any kind of relationships- not all men are sex crazed, and being a tease to his friends doesn't make Gojo a flirt either. Teasing your friends is perfectly normal.

Therefore, Gojo being a 28 year old virgin is totally possible- not everyone's a sex crazed teen who only thinks about what's between their legs, and basing it on what normal Japanese teens do is unfair. Neither Gojo or his lifestyle is exactly normal, and there's definitely barriers when it comes to experiencing normal youth activities for Gojo's generation- especially Gojo's generation. Yuji's generation definitely has more freedom to do fun things because of what Gojo has done to give the youth more freedom- things he hasn't been able to experience himself in his youth, like playing baseball during the exchange event. That was the first time they ever did something different to tradition, and that was only because of Gojo's consideration.

Gojo's youth was filled with blood, exorcising, and choosing between life and death. The deaths Yuji and co. witnessed were what Gojo experienced as well, if not worse. Gojo's task in his youth was to protect the weak, and he found that burdensome. At least, until Geto betrayed them, and Gojo realized the new burden he had to bear in changing the Jujutsu world because of what it had done to his only best friend.

There are definitely more important things in Gojo's mind than just losing his virginity, like saving people and choosing who to save, whether he should kill or not kill.

Gojo is the strongest, but he also bears the biggest burden- and that burden is something he chose to bear, and being the strongest is something he chose to be. Because before Geto left, it was "We are the Strongest." Now, Gojo worked tirelessly so that he could say "I am the Strongest."

And that's not something you can do while sleeping around. I think a lot of people fail to recognize just how hard Gojo works for himself and others. They just think, oh he's the strongest, so it should be easy for him. But it's really, really not that simple, is it? Especially when you have to do it on your own, and even then Gojo realizes that his strength alone isn't enough to save people. He can't save everyone by himself- It's not enough for just him to be the Strongest, so he works diligently to build and inspire his students to stand with him.

He's actually a very deep and emotional man who cares about his students and especially, even now, his best friend. Everything he does is for their sake- he sacrifices the normal life he could have lived, like Nanami had done, for their sake. And he fights with the higher ups, takes the brunt of their ire, and laughs it off, acting as if he fine, like a dad pretending he's superman for his kid's sake. But Gojo is burdened, and he's tired, and he hardly sleeps, and he has the most missions- he's the Strongest, which means everyone needs him, and he bears it.

Sorry for ranting again tho. I think I went into two different topics lol oops- 🤔

OUR SAVIOR 🤔 EDUCATING PEOPLE pay attention ya'll another thing I've noticed in the latest episode is that in his phone contacts he actually writes Utahime's name properly like formally no emojis or teasing shit he actually sees them as his colleagues people he can rely on his field of work and yes about the whole thing when he bursted into riko's class man was absolutely clueless just silent as a teacher tries to give him his number. I'm pretty sure as a child Gojo wasn't allowed to attend public schools due him being in danger or putting others in danger so he doesn't know much about public schools or normal people in general since he spends all his time with people from the jujutsu society.

That is definitely true just because someone is good looking that doesnt mean he's some cheap womanizer. I see a lot of people shipping him and Utahime together which is understandable ship who you like but I don't think Gojo as any ulterior motives like wooing Utahime by teasing her he just is plainly teasing ya know like friends do but in this case Utahime hates his guts and he doesnt know. I mean it takes some amount of hate to try to throw hot tea at someone 😂

While certainly I agree Gojo's teen like wasn't the best it was like he literally had a full time job at that age but who's to stay he didn't go messing around one time? I'm sure during his teen days he wanted to experience things he didnt get to to but now could because he lives on his own now. But maybe he didnt at all who knows? Which also raises another question, I wonder if he has any romantic experiences? And this was all before what happened in the hidden inventory arc after that I can see him more becoming invested in his duty and with what happened with geto as well would of definitely had a huge impact on him to try harder even though hes the strongest so that the next generation wouldn't have to experience the things he went through.

It's really sad if you really think about it what hes been through and what he has to shoulder all while keeping the facade that he's okay, I bet there were times he cursed his powers and his life....but he bears with it anyways because everyone is counting on him....

And don't be sorry at all! I am actually really learning alot about Gojo from you. Please continue to tell us your thoughts and feelings. I don't mind at all ❤ and thank you for taking the time to write 💕

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