#anyway thank you ❤️ YAYYY

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complicated relationship with Aymeric you say 👀 I would love to hear about it

also do you have a blank version or link to the blank version of that “characters who are just like my WOL fr” chart it intrigues ms greatly. I love that it’s specific about what exactly the inspiration from the characters is.

Here’s a link to the .psd because the framing layers makes it a bit hard to use as a regular png. Go nuts!

As for Aymeric…

Long story short, they never fostered an actual real relationship before just getting in the nitty gritty of intimacy because it is my religious belief that Aymeric is deeply repressed like a Catholic maiden and Utushama kept just leaving for MSQ immediately the day after they’d fool around. Utushama assumed they were on the same page (this wouldn’t work because they have conflicting responsibilities) (this is also kind of an excuse, he’s starting to develop a pattern of starting something, ditching ASAP, and then using MSQ as a noble excuse) but they weren’t really. I love to pretend Lucia is mad at him for this because it made Endwalker kind of funny. Usual spoiler warning for everything ahead!

Short story long, after the Dragonsong War’s end, they kept things entirely professional including their dinner and dealing w the aftermath of it all but were slowly (and I mean SLOWLY) building a tension between them like it was a Victorian period drama. Like, a show of ankle would give Aymeric a heart attack at this point. So they had two days of building up to this that no one in the world could’ve possibly guessed was any kind of build up to anything followed by one night of Halone-dishonoring acts (initiated by Utushama because why not. Why not hit and run the beautiful President of Dragon Catholics City after you saved them all. Especially after increasingly escalating moments of barely repressed interest). And immediately after, without explanation or any warning, Utushama left for MSQ, with the assumption that they were both in agreement that they couldn’t have an actual relationship because one of them loves their country more than anything else in the world and the other is a traveling adventurer. He didn’t say this because it was so obvious to him but Aymeric was obviously left a little confused and feeling slightly abandoned but bigger things at stake, y’know.

And then they meet again when Ala Mhigo is liberated because all the Eorzean Alliance leaders are there and Utushama is feeling very disoriented and bad because Zenos just killed himself in front of him, denying him of any closure to the distress he’s been feeling for all of Stormblood. And they are once again very professional as if they hadn’t explored each other’s bodies that one time. Aymeric invites him to dinner again and when the subject of trying to define their relationship is brought up, Utushama deflects by hitting him point-blank with the “ok, do you want to do that again” and Aymeric is flustered enough by this that despite being a very savvy politician, the Catholic maiden part of him overrides the many slightly orange flags. Once again, Utushama slips away without warning immediately after.

They don’t speak again until right after the Ghimlyt Dark, wherein canon provided me a lovely moment of quiet between the two of them. Utushama, being injured, is then unable to escape from this conversation that Aymeric begins, wherein Aymeric himself first confesses to hoping to be something more serious, to which Utushama answers in a manner that is between bafflement and regret that they weren’t ever going to be a thing (because again, he thought they were on the same page about this). Aymeric is sad but can see the logic in this and admits that Utushama deserves someone who cares more about him than their political responsibilities, who could and would follow him to the ends of the earth. (There is no reason for him to be so self-deprecating on the matter because it’s not as if he were the one at fault for this, but Utushama just has a way of making people feel bad for wanting reasonable things from him. It’s kind of cruel of him but he also is entirely unaware that he’s doing this.) This is a fun bit of foreshadowing for me personally because this could mean anyone but should the monkey’s paw curl, that sure does describe a certain horrible prince he despises. But after accidentally doing all that to Aymeric, maybe he does deserve to be tormented. Just a little. I’ve been following a sort of narrative path wherein anyone who likes Utushama for being a hero figure can’t actually get with him for good because they’re enabling his bad habits and it’s going to end badly.

Anyway, all this made the Endwalker casting quests very fun because they just kind of josh around lightly and even reference their old fling without it being a whole thing and it feels like the weight of whatever they were doing is off Aymeric now so he’s able to be confident and normal again. If they ever fool around again post-Endwalker, it’s noticeably different because Aymeric has moved past the whole blushing maiden for the hero role. Utushama is admittedly kind of. Strangely sad to see him move past him but by then knows that it was probably for the best. It’s just hard for him to even metaphorically feel like he’s the one being left behind. And Lucia is no longer mad at him but it’s really funny to let him keep thinking she is!

So yeah, his relationship with Aymeric is kind of tangled and convoluted and despite indulging once or twice, he doesn’t actually seem to like talking about it beyond whatever’s professional because he’s just very private. I’ve no idea what the general consensus is on Aymeric and Estinien’s relationship but I imagine it was much more straightforward than this. Utushama inadvertently projects and assumes it was just as complicated based on the way Estinien talks about Aymeric in MSQ tidbits but I think it’s funnier if it was actually relatively tame and Estinien is just being dramatic.

#ask #anonymous #ffxiv #I am constantly fighting for my life between ‘I ❤️ scumbag princely heroes’ and ‘hh;e DI;dn’t mmean to’ #one thing I can always promise you is this: when it comes to my wol love will always lose #I had a dream I answered this ask with just an image of Aymeric as a soy marinated chicken? #anyway thank you ❤️ YAYYY

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Rising Tides (Chapter 1)

So basically this is just a piece for Mermay. A very late piece, but if you guys like it, I’ll continue it! Honestly, this is very fast paced, and I’m very sorry, but it is STRESSFUL out here.

Word Count: 2.8k

CW: Mentions of Death, A little bit of violence (just getting chased my a shark), that’s pretty much it I think!

1-Nico 

The ocean was a dangerous place. Even for someone who has lived here their entire life. 

Living in the ocean meant knowing how to survive on your own. It meant knowing just how desperate other creatures were to survive. I knew that. I knew just how much of a light snack I was. I knew that I was small. Incapable of being strong or even giving one glare at someone and making them swim away with their tail fins behind their backs. 

Such is the life of a very, very insignificant, mer like myself. 

The little reef I lived in was small, but quaint. My parents love it. I don’t live very far from them. Occasionally I would go over and have dinner with them. Even if I wasn’t hungry. They would ask how my day was, and I would say: “It was good.” we would catch up since the last time we ate, and then they’d ask me if I finally made any friends. I would tell them no. 

Today, really wasn’t a good day. 

My job for the community was to gather kelp. Weird, right? Only some mers eat kelp, like myself. I’m weird. But that’s besides the point! I gather some at least once a week and give it to another person who just delivers it somewhere I don’t even know. I feel like I should probably figure that out, but I’m pretty sure that didn’t really matter- 

Everyone had their own designated job to do for the community. We didn’t have any currency, but the people who lead us told us to do our part, and usually mers are very reluctant to listen so, no one complained. It’s not like I didn’t like my job. Every time I eat I think to myself “Maybe this is the same patch I picked myself-“ Stupid, right? But, everyone has their jobs so they can keep on peacefully living in this community. Though, sometimes it’s not all that great. 

Some mers don’t like each other. When a fight happens, they like solving it civilly so it doesn’t encourage anymore to happen. That’s not it for my case. A lot of people don’t like me. Not because I did something wrong to them. Nonono. I could never hurt a person. Even if I tried. It’s mainly because people outcast people with brightly colored tails. Like mine maybe? They say it’s a liability. That it’ll only get me killed if I’m ever on my own. They’re probably not wrong either. 

Despite my parents having a dark purple colored tail, mine was a bright purple. It’s not good at all for camouflage, it reflects some sunlight when I’m closer to the surface, and it’s just basically like a sign to other mers saying “Hey! I can very easily be killed from a large predator!” And no one wants to be with someone like that. As for the soulmate thing? Despite humans having to find their one true love, mers just have to make a few friends, and if the universe decides that you were meant to be with someone, then there would be a matching tattoo on your wrists after a single contact. Again, weird, right? 

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I was swimming off to my small, but humble house hidden inside a huge piece of coral. I don’t even know how I found this place, but I remember loving it because it had a perfect view of the sun above the ocean, and it was far away from most people except for the occasional kid who was just exploring. It was a nice place. I just carried up some sand here made it look nice and decorated with some shells I find while gathering kelp. Turns out you can make a decent home if you really try hard enough. 

There were two shells I had today, a nice light blue one that was probably just a piece of an old clam shell, and a mixture of an orange and yellow one that came from a hermit crab that abandoned its home. I was going to give these to my parents later since they also love seeing the bright colored shells, but they were too scared to travel far from the little village we live in. There are predators out there that would love to snack on a helpless mer, and no one was going out unless they knew they could live on their own or they were hunters getting fish for the others. My parents were none of the above. They preferred the village life. They practically new everyone here and they were both soulmates. And here I am the entire opposite. What a great son I am, right? 

I grabbed a little satchel from my home and started to slowly swim off to my parents. The sun was setting, the water above reflecting a bright orange hue. It was a nice evening. Hasn’t been like this in forever because of all the storms happening above. It’s a wonder how those fishing boats humans have stay afloat when all the waves are just trying to rock them over. Well, maybe it’s because they have some help from other mers or something like that. It wasn’t unheard of. 

The path to my parents’ humble abode was lined with clumped up seaweed and some colorful rocks. Their house was dimly lit, but I knew that they were still awake. My mom was probably making some kind of bag while dad was eating happily in his chair. I swam in. 

“Hey mom.” I mumbled. 

“Nico! Your plate is on the table!” She cheered back at me. She was always happy to see me. Even if I came at least two times a week to visit. I was old enough to take care of myself. Or… at least in the community we live in. 

I looked at the plate on the table, shook my head and swam into the main room where they were doing just as I had imagined. Mom was almost done making a very small bag that she would probably give to one of her friends. I looked through my own bag, grabbing the two small shells I found and placed them on one of the side tables near my dad. 

He inspected them before smiling to himself. I knew he liked them more than my mom did. He said he used to bring buckets back home to his parents and just have a collection to himself. I see why he did. It was fun to find some. Better than sitting around the house all day and not having anything to do. 

I stared at the matching tattoos on both of my parent's wrists, slightly rubbing my own. I knew I wouldn’t find someone who would actually like me. I can’t even picture myself with anyone else. It was the sad, but indisputable truth. And I’ve accepted that fact. 

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The next morning, I woke up with my dark hair in my face and streaks of light I shining through some cracks in the little coral cave I lived in. I forced myself up, lazily rubbing my eyes. What should I do today? The question practically begged for an answer. I could just go swim around, but that does’t really sound all that fun if I were being honest. I mean, people would just sit and stare at me all day or do the exact opposite and whisper hurtful comments and rumors about me. Not that I really cared about that though. I said to myself that once I was able to, I would move away from here and just live on my own. 

Today I felt adventurous though.  

I grabbed my little satchel, and headed out, the morning sun still rising above the waters surface. The ocean felt great today. Today just felt like a good day. Something that’s rare to come by when you’re all on your own. 

Where was I swimming out to you may ask? Well, for your information, I was currently heading outside of the community I live in. It’s not like it’s prohibited, but most mers don’t find a need to venture out further when they already knew what was out there. Predators, other mers, food, fish, water. There really wasn’t anything new to find out here when you’re in this ocean. I guess what they really feared were the sharks that were found near the area though. But most don’t even bother with us. Mostly because no small mer like myself is crazy enough to venture out here alone. Yeah, I’m crazy enough. 

To a large shark, I’d probably be like, half it’s size. Most likely shorter. A purple tail is a sign that you’ll be a small mer, but big enough to be on your own. I was the exception though, given that I had a brighter color and was actually the size of like a small human basically. Yes, I was made fun of by some old classmates and sometimes my parents when I was still a pup, yes I know I’m small, and yes I can reach the top shelf on the counter (I mean I can swim so-) 

Swimming along the ocean floor along with the many overgrown plants and small anemones where I saw several clownfish leave to go get whatever is was that they needed. I had found a huge coral reef far into the ocean, there were tons of colorful fish everywhere I had looked. 

I want to say it was maybe an hour long of just roaming and admiring the many colors of the reef I had just found before my eyes drifted off to something big and dark in the distance. I squinted, slightly swimming closer where, for some reason, none of the fish dared to do. 

Filled by my curiosity, I swam towards the large object, wondering what it was. It was a long ways from the reef. It was dark, only seaweed and some kelp patches were the only plants. There were some starfish and snails, some crabs, but that was all the life I could find. It seemed like this part of the deep ocean was pretty much deserted. Strange. 

I kept going, seeing that the object I was looking at looked like those metal ships humans make, except it was wooden and had a bunch of holes. I swam cautiously in, minding that this was a place far away from home and there would basically be no hope in escaping a shark or something if I encountered one. I took a look at my tail, still bright when the waters here were dark and the sun was covered by a layer of seaweed. This would be fine. Nothing was going to find me here… Hopefully. 

The shipwreck didn’t leave much behind. Just some broken pieces of old wood and some old pictures. I doubt there would be anything of worth in here honestly, but I kept on looking, fueling my curiosity. What else was I supposed to do? If I do end up finding something maybe I can show it off to the mers back at home and maybe then they’ll stop ridiculing me and making fun of me for having a bright tail. There is no way I was the only mer in the entire ocean like this! 

There was a room that looked much like an office. Broken pieces of a desk, a little container that once held ink. What I was really intrigued about was the little open chest that revealed a round pice of flattened gold. I grabbed it, studying the rust colored piece of metal. Humans used this as currency once before, right? I’m sure they don’t use whatever these were anymore. Or if whatever I was holding was even a kind of currency. It just seemed like something a human would use. 

I stuffed the gold piece in my bag and continued looking. At least until I saw a large shadow swim fast in the corner of my eye. I kept my arms close to my chest, keeping my breathing controlled before I overreacted. It was probably just a big fish… yeah. Just a really, really big fish that can swim amazingly fast. 

I saw the same shadow swim by again, but this time it bumped into something, making me let out a little surprise yelp. I immediately clasped my hands over my mouth, hearing another thunk! Before I saw the full shadow of whatever the hell was outside. It was a shark. A huge shark. And it looked hungry. 

My hands were shaky, I couldn’t move. I wasn’t going to die, right? I didn’t actually think something like this would happen! I thought those were just rare occurrences that people were making rumors about. Was I actually going to die? No. There has to be some way out of this. 

Looking around, I found a small little crack I could probably fit in if I really tried. I swam slowly closer to it, noting that the thunks outside were getting closer. Please let me get out of here alive… I kept telling myself as I hurried to fit myself in the tiny crack. As soon as I was out, something fast was coming my way, and I was swimming just as fast to get away. 

It was hard to swim when you were in a life or death situation. I never realized that until now. I stole a glance behind me, letting out a weak yelp when I saw the sharks mouth open wide. Great. It seemed like I could fit perfectly in that thing. Imagine being killed by those sharp teeth- No don’t think about that. Not right now at least. 

The water around me only grew darker as we headed deeper into the ocean. There were some small caves, but I didn’t want to really trap myself in there. I had no idea why this shark was so desperate in the first place. It was so much bigger than a regular shark, couldn’t it find something else to eat other than a mer? Like a big fish or something? 

Eventually I realized why the shark seemed so interested in me. They like bright colors. I remember being told something like that when I was younger. It’s just great that my tail is just sooo bright, right? Wow I am so unlucky. My only hope to lose the shark (Who was gaining on me really fast, ohmygoshwhatdoIdo?) is to somehow lose it in a cave or something. Hopefully there was a small space I could get into that the shark couldn’t. And of course hope I don’t run into anything else that was hungry. 

There was a huge cave in front of me, and I took my chances. I felt the sharks jaws snap behind me, just mere inches from snapping on top of my tail. I shuddered, but kept swimming fast, trying to find some kind of small cave to fit myself into. Please oh my gosh I’m getting so tired I don’t want to die-  Stop thinking like that. I’m not going to die. At least not today. 

Just a couple feet ahead of me, I spotted a tiny hole that looked like it could fit me if I squeezed in fast enough. I stole another glance, seeing the shark right there behind me. I let out a scream, grabbing the bag around my neck and throwing it back at it. It slowed it down just a tiny bit, but it kept after me. Maybe just enough time to get myself safe. 

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease.” I muttered to myself, not noticing that something big moved in the dark. 

Right before I could fit myself through the crack hopefully leading to a small cave, I felt a sharp pain in my tail, The part I actually needed to be able to swim. I was forced out, seeing that it was caught in between the sharks sharp teeth. It let go for just a split second, before a loud growl was heard, making the shark almost instantly swim off. Tears stung my eyes (Weird because we’re underwater right?), but I blinked them away and stared at my tail fin, seeing all too many rips and tears. It hurt so, so much. 

That was when my mind had finally clicked and wondered why the shark had left in the first place. The growl. The two huge sets of dark blue eyes trained on me. The slight hue they gave off. Oh. It was just a really, really, really, huge mer. The ones that eat other mers? That destroy community’s for no reason? The one’s that were outcasted? That’s just wonderful. 

I tried swimming away, but the tears in my fins didn’t let me, making me whimper like a lost puppy. My breathing was fast, as I stared back into the eyes that would soon be the death of me. Oh I am so going to die. 

And suddenly I was encased in darkness again. 

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Yayyyy new characters. No worries, the giant mer is good. But oh noooo I totally didn’t hurt Nico’s tail on purpose for future purposes… Okay but I feel bad for my little mer. I’m not that sadistic.

But anyways, thank you guys for reading this little Drabble, and of course I know it’s not my best writing, but I was rushing and it’s just these last few days of school that are KILLING me. I hope you guys liked this, and thank you for reading!

#g/t #g/t writing #g/t community #sfw g/t #my writing #Rising Tides #oc: Nico #Yayyy new characters #Honestly I think I focused more on the characters than the world building… #If you have any questions don’t be afraid to ask! #I’m sure I left plenty of holes anyways lol #Anyways #big mers name will be revealed eventually #Yeahhhh #thanks for reading! #love you guys ❤️

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You and I Walk a Fragile Line - Farleigh Start x F!Reader - Part 7

a/n: hey y’all!! im finally back yayyy and ready to serve you guys some hot and fresh ANGST. i would like to apologize in advance, this chapter is kind of rough. part 8 will most likely be the last part of this series 😭😭 pls give suggestions for what i should write next, like should i start doing oneshots or start a new series, and should i write for a new character??? just send it to my asks!!! anyways enjoyyyy ily all so much thank you for the kind words and love! ❤️❤️

word count: 4k words

warnings: fem reader, language, mentions of sex, alcohol, smoking, ANGST, fluff for like one second, suggestive stuff, farleigh is a bitch but so is reader, not proofread

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You wake slowly, your eyelids heavy with sleep. You feel an arm wrapped around your waist and warmth enveloping you. Sunlight creeps into the room, bathing the walls in golden light. Memories of last night start coming back to you in waves.

You tilt your head up slightly, seeing Farleigh sleeping peacefully. His long lashes flattened across his closed eyelids, his chest rising and falling slowly, completely relaxed in his deep sleep.

If someone would have told you a year ago you would be waking up next to Farleigh, you would have laughed in their face. It’s surreal. And yet you can’t complain as you watch the beautiful, serene expression on his face.

You shift, sitting up slowly, careful not to wake him. You both barely fit in his bed. You wonder how you managed not to fall off of it during the night.

He stirs a bit in his sleep and stretches out the arm that was flung over your waist. He groans softly and his eyes flutter open as you pull up the duvet to cover the lower half of your body.

“Morning,” He mutters, blinking away the sleep, his voice husky. “Hey,” You awkwardly reply, noticing that your own voice is a bit weak. You notice the dull pain in your lower back as you sit upright, and you grimace.

Farleigh just stares at you blankly, and you stare right back. You aren’t sure what to do or say in this situation, when the person you’ve always claimed to hate just gave you the best night of your life.

You reach a hand around to your back and rub it softly, trying to soothe the pain. He raises an eyebrow, and you can tell one of those smug remarks is forming on the tip of his tongue.

“Are you sore?” He asks, a smirk playing on his lips as he rolls onto his back. He raises his arms behind his head and watches you with intrigue.

“No,” You lie, shaking your head. “No?” His smirk only grows and you glance away. “Maybe.” You say softly.

Your gaze trails down to his stomach and his waist, the duvet covering the rest of him. You look back up to his face, and you can see him eyeing your body with a look of hunger.

Nope. “Okay, we need to figure this out,” You start, trying to push the horny thoughts out of your mind. Farleigh sighs and rolls back onto his side, facing you.

“What’s there to figure out?” He asks, making it sound so simple. You stare at him blankly and blink a few times.

“Are you- Oh my God,” You hold your head in your hands.

“You’re overcomplicating this. We hooked up. Are you familiar with that term?” He pokes you in the side and you bat his hand away.

“Shut up,” You roll your eyes. “Farleigh. It means something when you have sex with someone, okay?” You explain matter-of-factly. He goes quiet.

“I thought you would be mature enough to realize that,” You shake your head and chuckle at your own apparent stupidity.

“For you it might have meant something,” He replies coldly. “But for me, maybe it didn’t.”

You turn back to him, genuinely taken aback by his comment. Why did it feel so special to you? You think back to last night. It was so intimate. It didn’t feel like just another hook up. He made it feel like your first time, and he’s saying that it didn’t mean anything to him??

“Right, because you just get passed around, so it all starts to feel the same at some point,” You fire back. His eyes turn dark.

“Wow, fuck you too,” He says under his breath. “You’re just like everyone else. You’re just fucking shallow, not capable of seeing someone as more than just a hole,” You reply, your voice seething with anger as you climb off the bed and go to search for your clothes on the floor.

“Jesus, that’s not true,” Farleigh exclaims, but you shake your head as you step into your underwear and your shorts.

He sits up and watches you walk to the door once you’re dressed. You open it and turn back to look at him one more time before shutting it behind you.

You don’t realize the tears pooling in your eyes until you’re alone in the hallway. You begin the walk back to your room, ignoring the fact that your legs are a bit unsteady and your back still aches.

Are you just being a stupid, delusional girl who caught feelings for someone after a one night stand? You could usually just leave someone's room after sleeping with them and never speak to them again back at Oxford, but with Farleigh, it’s different. You wanted it to mean something. You try to push down your feelings and forget about last night, but it’s nearly impossible. All you can do is try your best to ignore him.

The past three nights, there’s been a pattern. You and Farleigh ignore each other the whole day, avoid each other at all costs, and then late at night when no one else is awake, he leaves his door open for you and you creep into his room, which eventually leads to you two fucking or doing something of the sort.

Of course, you two never talked anything out or solved any problems. You don’t know why you went back to him. You were trying to be nonchalant and independent, but you obviously failed at that. You want to hate him, but your craving for his touch and his body overrides all of your logical judgment.

And every night you tell yourself that it’s the last time. But you just keep coming back for more and he welcomes you with open arms.

Tonight at dinner, you act like he’s not there at all, like a ghost is in his place, and he does the same. You don’t even glance in each other's direction.

“So, the party is tomorrow night. Your friend is arriving during the day, correct?” Elspeth glances at you and you nod in response.

“Yes. She’s just taking the train and then getting a cab, I think.” You take a nibble of your bread.

“Remind me of her name again, darling,” Elspeth asks. “Oh, it’s Lola.” You smile and she presses a hand to her chest. “Oh, I love that name. So beautiful.”

Felix clears his throat. “I didn’t know you were inviting Lola,” He says. You look over to him and it seems that he is pleased with this information.

“Yeah. Sorry, I forgot to tell you,” You pat him on the shoulder. Farleigh sighs loudly and your eyes dart over to him before returning to Felix.

��It’s alright. I quite like Lola,” He smiles and you grin, thinking of how happy Lola will be to hear this information.

“Because you fucked her?” Farleigh says abruptly and Elspeth coughs. “Farleigh,” Sir James hisses.

“Jesus Christ, mate,” Felix shakes his head and looks down.

You awkwardly sit there in the silence, eyeing Farleigh from across the table. “No, I like Lola because she’s kind, funny.. She’s smart, too,” Felix finally says.

“Whatever,” Farleigh rolls his eyes and you can’t help but snicker. What’s his problem?

“You should ask Lola out. I think she really likes you, too.” You nudge him and lower your voice as a different conversation begins at the table.

“Does she?” He raises his eyebrows and his eyes light up. “Felix, she’s had a crush on you since like… our first year,” You explain. His face turns a red shade.

It’s weird to see Felix be so nervous over a girl. To him, all girls are the same, just little accessories for him to show off. But maybe Lola was an exception, the one girl he might actually care about.

“Well, I look forward to seeing her.” You can see that his smile doesn’t fade even after your conversation ends.

Later that night, you end up in Farleigh’s bed, sticking to the usual routine. You snuck into his room at one in the morning, which was the time you found everyone else was already asleep. Now you could guess that it’s maybe around two as you lay next to him, your naked body covered by the expensive sheets, staring up at the ceiling.

“You don’t think anybody could hear us, right?” You ask softly. The last thing you need is for Felix or, really, any one of the Cattons to find out about you and Farleigh’s situationship.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit late to be asking that?” You look up to see that stupid smirk. His face is illuminated by a slice of moonlight streaming in through the window, and he looks angelic. You can see the gold flecks in his eyes. He has a point, since you two have been doing this for four nights now.

“They definitely did. But no one has said anything yet,” He sighs and wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer to him. You smile at the feeling of his skin against yours and close your eyes.

“Do you think Felix would be mad?” You ask. He plays with a strand of your hair, threading it through his fingers slowly. “Why would he be?” He questions.

“Cause we’re best friends and you’re his cousin,” You explain, wondering why it isn’t obvious to him.

He tilts his head down to you. “Best friends?” He raises an eyebrow and you roll your eyes. “I don’t know.” You shrug. You assume he’s referring to you and Felix’s little fight.

“Did he really say those things about me?” You ask, sitting up slightly. “You ask a lot of questions,” He groans.

“No, answer me,” You respond while narrowing your eyes. “I might have… made some of it up?” He trails off, his tone making it almost sound like a question. You grab a pillow quickly and hit him over the head with it.

“Farleigh! You little shit!” He shields his face with his hands and laughs. “It’s not funny,” You sit back and cross your arms. He finally peeks out from behind his hands and shrugs. “I mean, was I wrong? He said it eventually, I just sped up the process,” He bites his lip to keep back a grin, but you see it in his eyes.

“Whatever.” You shake your head before laying back down.

“If it makes you feel any better, I only said that stuff because I know how it feels,” Farleigh says, his voice softer than before. “After all these years, I’ve figured out how he thinks. How they all think,” He explains.

You tilt your head as he continues. “They pity me. They only keep me around because they feel bad for me and everything that happened with my mom,” You feel a pang in your chest. You always knew this, but you still feel bad for Farleigh. In a way, you can relate.

“Just look around. I don’t fit in. But I try to,” The room falls silent and all you hear is both of your breathing.

“I’m sorry,” You whisper. He shakes his head. “It’s fine. What I’m trying to say is, I understand you.” He says it almost hesitantly, and you know it’s because he’s not used to being vulnerable with anyone.

“Thank you,” You take his hand in yours and squeeze it gently. He looks down at your hand and then back up at you, and you can see the gears turning in his head. Then, he withdraws his hand and turns over. “Goodnight,” He mutters.

You sigh and turn over so your back is to his. Why does he do that? It’s like he can’t make up his mind. Does he want to be vulnerable or does he want to pretend that he’s emotionless?

It’s a big turn out at the party, as per usual. You recognize a few people from college, mostly Felix’s friends. Everyone else is most likely family friends of the Cattons or at least acquaintances. You can’t even comprehend how one could invite so many people to a party. You’re not even sure you could name twenty friends off the top of your head.

You and Lola step outside, navigating through the large throng of people, gently shoving past and muttering the occasional ‘excuse me!’ ever so often. She arrived earlier today, shortly after lunch, and was greeted warmly by Elspeth and the rest of the family. Elspeth called her beautiful several times and seemed to really enjoy Lola’s company. Felix was hanging around them, joining the conversation every now and then, and you noticed how Lola’s face burned a deep red shade everytime they made eye contact with each other. You told Lola about Felix’s little crush on her, and she started jumping and giggling like a schoolgirl. She couldn’t believe it.

You inhale the fresh air, no longer trapped among the crowd of sweaty, writhing bodies inside. There are still many people outside, but less concentrated. Some people lay on the grass, while others stand and take sips of their drinks, as the footmen pace around, carrying platters of various cocktails, wines, and hors d'oeuvres. You glance around, taking in the dark landscape colored by large torches of fire and glitters of sparkly dresses catching in the neon lights.

“Wow. This looks like a movie,” Lola grins and looks around. “They really know how to throw a party,” She remarks. You nod in agreement. “They do, don’t they?”

She pauses and squints while glancing about. “Have you seen Felix?” She asks. You knew the question was coming. You raise an eyebrow and shake your head. “No. I bet he’ll turn up at some point, though.”

You both sit down on a nearby bench, peacefully observing the scenery. Lola turns to you. “Hey, you know who I think you would be cute with?” She nudges you with her arm and you sigh, preparing yourself for what she’s going to say. “Who?” You ask.

“Farleigh.” She says. You swallow nervously, attempting not to show whatever reaction you’re having to his name. “Oh. Umm, no.” You shake your head aggressively and she laughs. You can feel your face heating up and you curse internally. “Why are you getting so flustered?” She quirks an eyebrow and narrows her eyes suspiciously.

“I’m not,” You quickly look away, turning your face away from her. “Dude, the chemistry you two have is insane.” Lola whistles and you turn back to her. “He’s annoying,” You roll your eyes, half faking your disdain.

“You know, I’ve never told you this, but I feel obligated to now,” She scoots closer to you, and your curiosity peaks. “Hm?”

“So, back in… When was it? First year, first term. Oxford. Farleigh came by our dorm once, and he seemed very… concerned.” She begins, and she seems concentrated on recalling all the details. You don’t know where this is going.

“It was a Sunday morning, so of course we had gone out the night before. When he couldn’t find you anywhere, he walked all the way to our dorm, which is, mind you, on the other side of the campus from where he lived at the time.” She explains. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. “Why was he looking for me?” You question.

“I don’t know. That’s the thing. He wouldn’t really tell me much, he was just asking if you had come home after the club. Which you hadn’t yet, so I told him no. He just seemed very worried for someone who claimed to hate you so much,” Lola laughs quietly to herself and plays with a piece of her hair.

“Oh.” You look down at your lap and process the information Lola has just given you. “I think he cares about you more than he lets on,” She tells you with a lowered voice and another playful nudge.

Felix spots the two of you from a distance and waves, jogging over. He smiles and dips his head to Lola, then to you.

“Hello, you two. Looking stunning tonight,” He observes your dresses, but especially Lola’s. His eyes linger on her for a second too long, and you notice.

“Why thank you,” You reply politely, raising your glass of wine to him before taking a sip. “Is that one of Venetia’s dresses?” Felix gestures to your elegant black dress. “Yes. She let me borrow it,” You answer. “Well, it looks great on you,” He nods and smiles.

“Lola, would you like to walk with me?” He asks, turning to Lola. She nods quickly, eagerly. “Yes, please. Let’s go,” She gives you an excited glance as she steps forward, Felix taking her hand in his, and they walk off together. You watch with envy. Although you claim to not want a boyfriend, it would still be nice to not be left alone at parties.

Sometime later, you find yourself in a pleasant conversation with a man by the name of Damien. He seems kind and genuine, and he’s actually interesting. He has a personality, surprisingly, and good humor. You both stand by the staircase, chatting it up and discussing all things school and personal life. Although Farleigh is at the back of your mind, and you haven’t seen him all night, you try not to care. You know that you aren’t actually in a relationship with him, so you can talk to all the men you want.

“Yeah, and that’s what I told them. You have to look at it from a different perspective. That’s what philosophy is all about, really.” Damien explains, and you nod enthusiastically. “Right. Exactly,” You suddenly feel a presence behind you and then a strong grasp on your arm.

“I’m so sorry man, she’s had way too much to drink tonight. I should probably help her up to bed.” You hear Farleigh’s voice and you turn to look up at him. The fuck is he doing? You’ve had a whopping total of one drink tonight, a single glass of red wine. What is he on about?

Damien raises his eyebrows. “She seems fine to me, mate.” He tilts his head and glances back and forth between you and Farleigh. You can’t help but notice he’s significantly shorter than Farleigh.

“She’s not, but thank you! Have a good night,” Farleigh replies with a bit of sass in his voice as he drags you away, causing you to stumble after him as he leads you up the stairs. Damien watches you two leave with a puzzled expression.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You hiss angrily, some people side eyeing you as you pass by. “Saving you from that boring conversation,” He replies, eventually pushing open a door to one of the guest rooms and walking in. He closes the door behind him.

“I was actually enjoying that. And I’ve only had one drink tonight, for the record.” You escape out of his grasp and step away from him. He crosses his arms and leans against the wall, looking down at you.

“Enjoying what? His knowledge about philosophy?” He scoffs and shakes his head. “At least he’s smart enough to talk about philosophy rather than the latest gossip or his most recent hook up,” You scowl back at him.

“And his outfit. He clearly has no knowledge on fashion,” He chuckles and sighs shortly after. You don’t laugh.

“What do you want from me?” You question, narrowing your eyes. “Nothing.” He shrugs nonchalantly.

Realization clicks in your head as a smile tugs at your lips. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?” You say. He freezes and you know you’ve just read him like a book. “Farleigh Start is jealous,” You say in a sing song voice and his gaze falters down to the floor. “Shut up,” He groans.

“You avoid me all day, all evening, and then you want me when it’s convenient for you, but you don’t want me to speak to another man?” You feel yourself getting more and more heated with rage with each word. You feel all the emotions you buried coming to the surface. “And not only that, you’re just emotionally unavailable! All you care about is–” You huff angrily, dropping your hands to your side.

“You can’t have it both ways. Make up your fucking mind.” You watch as his eyes widen at your words. “I’m not playing your stupid games anymore, Farleigh. Either decide what you want or leave me the fuck alone.” Your harsh words hang in the air between you and you let out a breath, looking down towards the ground. Lola’s words from earlier linger in your head and it makes you even more confused.

“I mean, am I stupid for thinking we had something?” You ask, throwing your hands up and looking at him expectantly. “Yes.” He replies flatly. You’ve never felt the urge to slap him across his face as strong as right now. “We were never a thing. Not even a concept. We never will be.” He says, resting his head back on the wall.

“So you just used me for my body? Is that all you wanted?” Your heart races with fury. He can’t even look you in the eye as you talk, he continues to look down at the wooden floor. “I hate you,” The words escape your lips before you can think about it. Suddenly, his eyes flick back to yours and he scoffs.

“You don’t hate me when I’m inside you,” He remarks smugly, a grin on his face despite the serious situation. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” You exclaim angrily after registering his response.

You decide to go back to the door, and just as you’re about to turn the knob, he speaks.

“You know what I think?” Farleigh says, his voice dark and cold, and you can already tell he is about to say something ruthless. “What? Please, tell me.” You turn around to face him, your vision blurry with tears.

“I think that you’re a slut who finally got the attention she wanted, and then when a whole relationship didn’t come with it, she blames everyone except for herself.” He takes a step closer to you, attempting to assert dominance with his height. He leans down as he lowers his voice, his dark eyes intense and cold. “But it is her fault, because she expects a fucking fairytale romance, but she’ll never get it, because those don’t exist. But she’s happy to play along and get fucked like the dumb slut she is.”

You think that you actually stop breathing for a second. His words slice through you like cold knives and his gaze pierces into yours. You inhale shakily and raise your finger, pointing at him.

“You’re a piece of shit, Farleigh. I wish we never met,” You blink and the tears overflow, streaming down your cheeks. White hot hatred built up over the years pours out of you and into your voice. He seems taken aback by your words as regret and guilt swim in his eyes. He remains silent as you twist the doorknob, swing the door open, walk out, then promptly slam it behind you.

You walk to your bedroom as fast as you can, trying to avoid the glances and whispers as you pass by. You’re sure you look a mess, you can feel the mascara streaking down your face with every tear that drops from your eyes. You open the door to your room, hoping to not find a random couple fucking on your bed. Luckily, it’s completely empty as you step inside and close the door behind you, locking it.

You try to tune out the loud bass echoing throughout the walls as you climb onto your bed, helplessly sobbing with your head in your hands. You want to text Lola, but you know she’s probably having fun with Felix. You wonder if Venetia has her phone on her. Nevermind, you think. It’s probably best to just suffer on your own and let everyone else enjoy themselves tonight.

It’s not like you can tell anyone about what’s happening. No one is even supposed to know about you and Farleigh. How are you going to survive the rest of the summer with him around at all times? You know you can avoid him. It’s just going to be difficult. But you’re willing to do whatever it takes because that was the last straw for you. It’s really over this time, and you promise yourself you won’t fall back into his trap.

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Pick Up the Phone

Pairings: Keisuke Baji, Takashi Mitsuya, Shuji Hanma x Fem!Reader (Separate)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Request: First of all, english isn't my first language so if i make any mistakes i apologize! and I hope you understand what I mean hahaha. So i was wondering if you could Please write something about the TR boys being scared that something might have happened to you. For example they're having beef with another Gang and they haven't heard anything from you in a few hours and you don't pick up your phone and answer their messages so they start to panic and go to your home to see if you're there. You're home and completely fine, nothing has happened to you. And after they explain what's wrong you comfort them and tell them everything is okay and they don't have to worry. Uh, I hope i didn't make too many mistakes Hahaha. I hope you like this request! I really love your Account and your work soo so much!! Much Love ❤️ - Anonymous

Warnings/Contains: angst, fluff, cursing, each of the guys are worried for you in their own way, Kei cares about you, Mitsuya finds you precious, Hanma might be a bit OC towards the end but I think the ending is sweet regardless.

wc: 4.2k

a/n: Don’t worry anon! Your English was great :3 thank you so much for your request! I only had ideas for these three but I hope you enjoy!

a(nother)/a/n: I finally got around to finishing this request yayyy. College is rough y’all but I love the outlet that writing these headcanons gives me. I hope you all enjoy and feel free to send more they just might take awhile ahaha

Keisuke baji

“C’mon, pick up, dammit.” Keisuke murmured under his breath. He was still a little out of breath from fighting a couple guys in an alleyway while on his way to your school to pick you up. He promised to grab food with you after your activities were done, but instead got caught up in a fight with some delinquents younger than him.

When he saw the time when he was done, he knew that you were most likely mad at him for ditching you, even though that wasn’t the case, and went home. That’s why now he was calling you while making his way over to your apartment.

“y/n, I swear to fucking god,” Keisuke sighed, having received your voicemail for the 5th time in a row. He knew that you were upset with him, but he didn’t think that it deserved you ignoring this many of his calls. Then again, what did he know? He always knew girls to be dramatic like that; at least the ones at his school were.

Reaching the red light of a crosswalk on a busy street, he groaned and cursed himself for not bringing his bike and parking it close to the school grounds today so that he could have picked you up quicker. Part of him regretted the fight, but at the same time was glad he got that energy out of his system so that it wouldn’t show when he eventually apologized to you.

As the crosswalk changed, signaling Keisuke that he could cross the street, he continued to run and thought back on the younger delinquents he had fought not 20 minutes ago. Why did they try to intentionally fight him anyway? And why were they heading in the same direction as he was as he walked to your school?

Using what little memory he had of the fight, despite it being not too long ago, he recalled that one of the guys called him by name. It didn’t shock him at the time, as he was well known for being a division captain of Toman, but the fact that they were also walking in the direction of your school made him warry.

You weren’t affiliated with Toman yourself, but you had met the guys before, and have even hung out with Emma on occasion; but, what if those delinquents he fought were making their way to your school to hurt you? He would never forgive himself if anything happened to you because of what he was involved with.

Eventually he made his way up the stairs of your apartment complex, knocking on your front door with a fervor that made you jump when you heard it from inside. Regardless, you hesitantly went to the door, looking through the peephole before sighing in relief at the sight of your boyfriend.

“Don’t girls always keep their phones on them?” Keisuke said as you opened the door, practically panting from how out of breath he was. “I’ve called you like 10 times.”

Your eyes widened at his ushered and hurried tone. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?” You asked, confused as to why he was in such dire need for you anyway. You then took in the scrapes and dirt he had on his face and school uniform. “Wait, did you get into a fight again?”

Keisuke stared at you for a second, wondering if you were deciding to play the long game with him as punishment for him not showing up to see you after school. “Are you serious?”

“Are you?” You asked, growing more confused as you pulled him inside your apartment and closed the door. “C’mon, let me at least clean you up.” Keisuke let you drag him to the bathroom before he finally spoke up again, his brain finally catching up with what was happening.

“Are you really pulling this bullshit with me right now?!” He snapped, making you freeze as you were grabbing the first aid kit from underneath the sink. “I know I forgot to pick you up after your club, but ignoring my calls, pretending like it never happened, and remaining pissy with me to make me feel worse while I was already worried about you when you weren’t there is even worse!”

You took in his words, hands going to your mouth as your eyes widened in realization. “I forgot..” You whispered.

“...what-”

“I forgot that we were hanging out after school today.” You said, dropping your hands so he could better understand you. “And my phone died during my club meeting.”

Keisuke’s gaze on you still depicted him as pissed off, but you were hoping that the gears of reality were turning in his head.

“I went straight home after my club. Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” You continued. “Were you waiting for me all this time?”

Your boyfriend sighed again, shaking his head. “No, I got caught in a fight on my way to your school and it lasted longer than intended cause those little shits didn’t know when they had lost.” He paused. “Then I was worried that they were on their way to hurt you since you’re affiliated with me.” His tone was soft, but it got louder again as though he had caught you in the act of doing something you weren’t supposed to.

“But you’re telling me that you forgot the plans that you made after whining to me about I don’t spend enough time with you?”

“...I love you-”

“You’re lucky I reciprocate.”

Takashi Mitsuya

Takashi frowned as he scrolled through all of the texts he had sent you in the last couple hours. It wasn’t like you to purposefully not reply to him, but to his knowledge you weren’t doing anything to keep yourself busy today.

Your club was tomorrow, you were running errands with your mom the day after, and your younger sister’s dance class was yesterday so you didn’t have to pick her up. To his knowledge you should be at home or with one of your other friends since the school day was over and he was busy doing things with Toman.

The more he thought about it, the more he got distracted and ended up being nudged in the back by Draken, making him nearly stumble and fall to the ground. “Hey, wake your ass up, Mitsuya. It’s not like you to be zoning out like that.”

“Right,” Takashi sighed. “Sorry, I’m just worried about y/n is all. She usually responds to me before the meeting starts so that I know she’s made it home or where to meet with her afterwards.”

“Yeah, yeah, we get it,” Baji cut in, clearly annoyed. “You’re happy. You don’t have to bore us about every single detail about your girlfriend.” He walked past Takashi, hitting his shoulder against his own. “We have a meeting to start and would appreciate it if you actually paid any attention rather than staring at your phone.”

“Shut up, Baji.” Mikey sighed, sounding exhausted from where he laid on his back at the top platform of the shrine. “If you keep annoying me and the others over meaningless crap then I might ban you from meetings.”

Takashi  shook his head at their bickering, looking back at his phone to see if he had any new messages from you; nothing.

He knew that he should have no reason to worry, but he knew it wasn’t like you to not message him like this. Maybe you needed some time for yourself, maybe you were doing homework, or even taking a nap after a long, tiring day; you were probably fine, he kept telling himself. He just wanted to be certain.

“C’mon, Mitsuya. Meeting’s starting.” Peh said, getting Takashi to stop zoning out. With a sigh, the man pocketed his phone to focus on his other focus in life: Toman.

Throughout the meeting, Takashi listened in on most of it, thinking back to you when hearing something that he was already aware of. One thing, however, that made him rethink it was Mikey’s reminder of a new gang on the east side of the city that had been making claims about beating Toman into the ground; in the part of town that your school happened to be in.

Takashi wasn’t sure if you were aware of this, as he didn’t want you to know too much about Toman and what happened within the group, but what if the new rival gang happened to have guys that went to your school? What if one of them saw you as you were heading home and decided to make a pass at you, or knew that you were dating Takashi and wanted to hurt you as a sign that they were serious about taking down Toman.

Multiple thoughts and outcomes continued to rack at his head, and as soon as the meeting ended, he made sure not to seem too rushed as he headed down the stairs of the shrine and to his bike. The moment he got on and started it, he made way to your apartment first in an attempt to put his mind at ease.

He felt his heart lift in relief as he saw the light in your bedroom window was on. Of course, that didn’t guarantee that you were home; he had to be certain.

It only took a few seconds for you to answer the door, but it felt like an eternity for Takashi. The moment he saw you, he pulled you in for a hug before you had the chance to say anything.

“Whoa,” you chuckled, hugging him back. “Good to see you too, babe.” You sounded calm and happy, so that was a good sign to Takashi. “You alright? You seem tense.” Takashi sighed at your words, pulling away so that he could take in your appearance.

It was clear that you had showered due to your pj’s, but hadn’t washed your hair tonight; that meant that you would most likely wear a hat or style it in a way that you typically didn’t if it didn’t look nice for you when you woke up. You could use your dry hair shampoo, but he knew that you were running low and couldn’t get a new bottle until next week. By your expression, he could tell that you were worried for him, but couldn’t figure out what could cause his own to make him look so relieved to see you. He figured that maybe you were thinking that the Toman meeting didn’t go well, and needed a break from it all. However, as he stared at you, rather than voice his relief, he first voiced his concern and worry due to your lack of communication throughout the afternoon and evening.

“I hadn’t heard from you since school ended.” He sighed, not wanting to make a big deal out of the situation. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

Your expression fell out of shock and realization. “Did my messages not go through?” You sighed, now upset about the situation as well. “This is what I get for shopping with Emma last minute in a marketplace with terrible signal.”

“You went shopping with Emma?” Takashi repeated, following you as you retreated back into your apartment and grabbed your phone. “How come Mikey or Draken didn’t tell me then?”

“It was a spur of the moment decision.” You said, going to your messages with Takashi on your phone. “She heard about this place and wanted me to go with her since Draken was busy tonight.” You shook your head at the situation. “And most likely figured that she’d be back home before dark and not worry them about where she was.”

Takashi thought the situation over, understanding most of it. “Then why didn’t you tell me when you got home?”

“I was about to when I got back an hour ago, but my phone was dead by the time Emma and I got off the train.” You crossed your arms, leaning against the wall as you remembered. “I let my phone charge while I showered, and was going to text you when I got out, but I got distracted by a little someone begging me for a late night snack.”

The culprit you were referring to made themself noticed as Takashi heard a small meow coming from your living room. A moment later, your cat came prancing down the hall to greet your boyfriend.

“I’m sorry,” you sighed with a frown, picking up your cat so that they didn’t bother him. “I didn’t mean to worry you. I just couldn’t get signal, then of course my phone just had to die on me like that.” You sighed again, scratching the top of your cat’s head. “I-”

Your rant was cut short by Takashi as he gently pulled you into his arms. “I’m not mad that you didn’t message me, nor am I ever angry at you for not letting me know of your whereabouts and plans every second of the day.”

“What?” You asked, confused about his words. “What do you-”

“Don’t worry yourself over this,” he said. “I just got worked up because of Toman issues. I always know that if you don’t respond to me that you have a valid reason.” He kissed the top of your head. “As long as you let me know when you get home safe every night.” He chuckled softly.

“You know I always do that.” You couldn’t help but giggle along with him. “But you better do the same.”

“I promise, baby.” He said, pressing his forehead against yours. “I promise.”

Hanma Shuji

“You’ve got to be fucking with me.”

“Well, all you have to do is ask.”

“Hanma, I swear to god.”

Your boyfriend laughed at your reaction, slinging an arm around your shoulders. “You know I’m just joking, princess.” He went on to continue his teasing antics towards you, but he noticed your serious expression as you looked at your phone. “What’s going on? Need me to beat someone up for you?”

“No, not today.” You sighed, shaking your head. “Just this damn group project I have to do for my English course.”

“Why do we have to take other language courses anyway?” Hanma sighed, having hated the class himself. “Like, I’m not working outside Japan right now. I can always learn the language later.”

“Because you never know who you might come across.” You pointed out. “What if someone who wants your gang ends up being from England?”

“Then I’ll tell them to go eat some damn scones and tea before kicking their ass for thinking they’re better than us.”

“You,” you cut yourself off with a sigh, shaking your head at his words. “Never mind, I have to get going.” You shrugged his arm off your shoulders, picking up your school bag as you texted your classmate back letting them know you were on your way.

“What? I thought we were gonna hang out today.” Hanma complained as he watched you get ready to leave.

“By hang out do you mean watch you beat up people in rival gangs while I sip on the boba you get me just like every Wednesday?” You teased, pocketing your phone before cupping Hanma’s cheeks and making him look at you at eye level. “While I do love that lil ‘tradition’, as you keep calling it, I need to make sure the grade I get on this assignment is at least decent.”

“I’ve told you,” Hanma said, grabbing onto your wrists and pulling your hands off his face. “You don’t have to try hard in school. Once my gang becomes the most feared in Japan, we’ll be living off of luxury by graduation and you won’t have to worry your pretty little head about anything but me.”

You paused at his words, trying to understand what exactly he was getting at. “Is that really how you see me?” You asked, genuinely upset as you pulled your hands out of his grip. “Nothing but a future housewife for you? An investment for when you’re older so that you don’t have to work as hard?”

“Not an investment, really. But it’d be convenient if you end up with me for a long time-”

“Convenient?” You raised your voice, growing more annoyed with each word your boyfriend was saying. “You know what, Shuji, I’m going to make this convenient for myself rather than you.” You sighed, leaving without another word to your classmate’s house. At this point, you’d rather write a 10 page paper for your English class rather than stay around Hanma another second.

“What, y/n get back here!” Hanma called out, shocked at your reaction and the way you called him by his last name rather than his first. “What the fuck is her problem? I didn’t say anything wrong.”

That whole afternoon, Hanma decided to take his annoyance and confusion out on random delinquents he encountered on the street as he made his way to attend yet another Valhalla meeting. He was so close to getting Keisuke Baji to join, he just had to pull a few more strings. However, his mind was still off thinking about how mad you were with him. He had seen you annoyed, or sometimes pretend to be as he would see that cute, small smile on your face that proved that you weren’t actually annoyed and rather amused with his antics.

Today, of course, was different. He just didn’t know why he felt this weight in his chest. It only took getting punched in the stomach for him to realize that the weight wasn’t pain; it was guilt.

Hanma was feeling guilty about what he said, even if he didn’t fully admit it to himself; and as much as he hated the action more than Toman itself, he had to apologize to you for what he said and how it came across.

He was telling the truth when he said that he hoped that you would be with him for a long time, but while having a bunch of girls at his beck and call as a huge gang leader sounded amazing, he would much rather prefer you by his side than some random girl, or five, he was potentially paying to serve him and his every need.

The Valhalla meeting was typically a fun time, knowing that he only created the gang for Kisaki and his plan, but with his mind elsewhere with you and where you would be after the meeting was over so that he could go meet you wherever that may be. And if you couldn’t forgive him yet, maybe he could help you with your project. He wasn’t the best at English, but he at least knew most of the alphabet and a few words. Who cares if they’re swears, they’re still in English!

As he was thinking of ways he could help you, he wondered who it was that you were working on the assignment with. He was a year above you, so he didn’t know many people in your grade, but he knew a fair amount of the guys by their face, having most likely beaten them up before for being too cocky and thinking that they could take him in a fight.

He’d be damned if one of those punks tried to make a pass at you.

It wasn’t a secret that you were dating Hanma, but you didn’t go flaunting the information off to everyone in your class; granted, neither did he, but that didn’t stop him from bragging about how great you are to the people in his gangs whenever they were complaining about being single. Hell, for all he knew, one of the newbies in Valhalla could be the guy you were doing that project with. The mere thought of someone trying to get as close as he is with you made his blood boil.

Not caring that the meeting was over, he passed off responsibility to one of the higher ups in Valhalla before leaving without seeming to hastily. If he was seen caring about a girl and putting her before either one of his gangs, his reputation as a leader would be ruined.

The moment he got to his bike, he rode to your school not bothering to stop at any of the red lights unless he absolutely had to, like avoiding getting into a major wreck on a busy road. That would only make you more mad to see him in a hospital even though he was trying to go and apologize for what he said to you earlier.

He held back a sigh of relief as he saw you walking out of your school gate, pulling right up to you.

“I thought I made it clear that I didn’t want to see you.” You said, glaring at him.

“And I thought that I was supposed to get you boba today.” Hanma said. “Guess we both had incorrect assumptions.”

You couldn’t help but sigh, shaking your head. “If you think boba will suddenly make up for what you said to me, then you’re wrong.” You moved to leave, only for Hanma to rev his bike and move as well to somewhat block your path and make you stop in your tracks.

“Is it that hard to believe that I want to apologize while I get you boba?” Hanma said, making you pause. You had known Hanma for a good while, and dating him for a few months now; maybe he meant what he was saying.

“If you think I’m paying you’re crazy.” You said, climbing onto his bike.

“Already planned on it.” Hanma said, waiting until you were holding onto his waist before heading in the direction of the boba place the two of you frequented. In the back of his mind he couldn’t help but be grateful for taking some newbie’s after school money during the Valhalla meeting.

After a much deserved quiet exchange, the two of you reached the cafe that you typically frequented every week. You got off his bike and went in without him, making Hanma sigh as he called out for you to wait up.

“If I’m paying then you need to wait for me to get to the register with you.”

“Then you better catch up. You have long legs don’t you?”

Hanma couldn’t help but smile at your quip, as though it reminded him how much he really liked you. Yes, he had fantasized about having multiple women at his beck and call 24/7, but maybe having just you around wouldn’t be as bad as he first made it out to be.

Once you had ordered, and made sure that Hanma paid with his (well, it wasn’t his originally but you didn’t know that) own money rather than the tip jar money, as you have seen him do that before, you made your way to wait by the counter where your finished drink would be. “You have until my boba’s ready to explain yourself.”

“What? That’s it?” Hanma knew you wouldn’t give him much time to apologize, but he didn’t think it’d be that small of a time frame.

“What you said really hurt me, Hanma. Do you even realize how it came across when you practically said that I didn’t have to amount to anything other than being your pretty thing to come home to when we’re older.”

Hanma opened his mouth to explain, only to pause as he replayed your words in his head. “Wait, so you pictured a future for the two of us then?” Your silence was a give away in itself. “Tell me, what was it like?”

“Why do you want to know? You clearly don’t want it.”

“Says who?” He gently turned you to face him so he could meet your gaze. “Tell me what you thought about for us.”

“y/n!”

You were brought back to your senses when you heard your name called by the barista and went to grab your drink. You effortlessly put the straw through the top as you made your way back over to Hanma. “You still haven’t explained yourself.”

“Then, will you let me take you home so that I can?”

You stared at him for a moment, part of you saying how he wouldn’t change due to his commitments and behavior that you weren’t always one hundred percent supportive of; however, as you noted how his gaze on you seemed hopeful that you would say yes, the other part of you said to give him this one chance to talk things through with you. “Sure, but we’re walking.”

“And leave my bike here?” He gasped, not liking the idea one bit as the idea of a rival gang finding and destroying it came across his mind.

“Would you rather leave me?”

Hanma paused, knowing what you were getting at. He shook his head, taking your hand and walking you out of the shop. “Absolutely not.”

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[nsharks]

Love the interactions in this chapter❤️ Twix is a tough cookie and I like her determination💪💪 Can't wait to see how she'll get the supplies from the camp. Stealth or fighting? Or maybe she could talk or flirt her way out of it? Ooh I'm excited!!! Also omg finally clothes, couch and more one on one with ghost in the future yayyy🙌

p.s. pls can we see more pictures of your cat because they're soooo cute🥺🙏

Anyways, kisses and thanks for the chapter

she doesn’t give up 🫡

glad you liked it <333

my babies (two brothers):

#ask #bb spoilers

[pixxyofice]

🐈‍⬛ re8elli0n8reak 🔁 😈 demongirl-cock

🐈‍⬛ re8elli0n8reak ohhh my god how do people deal with having brothers. oh look im gonna tease you and jump behind you when you're studying. please do your job

😈 demongirl-cock Follow ... wasn't your brother the one that blew up?

🐈‍⬛ re8elli0n8reak not what im talking about.

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🎸 hibiki-rock I think @re8elli0n8reak needs to take a break! Go cuddle with that girlfriend she just got. Could say she needs to regain some minty chill, lmaooo

#get it? pelase say someone got it

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🦅 horizon-sunsky Every time I look at the sky, I am amazed all over again. Being able to touch them with my hands has given me a whole new point of view, and I'm so thankful that I was able to get these new prosthetics. I love having wings. Next photoshoot should be out soon.

#life with wings #prosthetic wings #not photoshoot #birdkin

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🪡 thighroidwrap 🔁 😈 demongirl-cock

😈 demongirl-cock Follow

what the fuck happened when i was asleep

🪡 thighroidwrap Don't worry about it.

#tldr a lot of stuff about vandelay got dumped on us at once #including... peppermint vandelay being among us

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🪡 thighroidwrap 🔁 🐈‍⬛ re8elli0n8reak

👼 posts-from-the-angel Follow Imagine being a company apologist 🙄 like helloooo they had ai code literally in their implants, who knows what bad things could've happened, but they expect us to praise them for... having someone else come and deal with it?

🐈‍⬛ re8elli0n8reak Alright, that's it.

👼 posts-from-the-angel Follow Oh nooo, the company apologist is going to pull out something that totally isn't more bullshit. cry more

🐈‍⬛ re8elli0n8reak

photo from the article liongirlmane shared

selfie i just took

was literally on the rebel team that took the previous head (you know, kale vandelay, my brother) out of commission because of things mentioned in plenty of articles.

🦁 liongirlmane Follow THAT EXPLAINS WAY TOO MUCH?

🐈‍⬛ re8elli0n8reak i know i have many issues that i've made clear on this blog but. that hurts

#that obvious huh #anyway identity reveal! yayyy

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💎 sole-emeralds 🔁 🌪 infernochaser97

🎧 sweet-osts-4-tater-tots Follow Endless Possibility - Sonic Unleashed [OST] ▶️

🌪 infernochaser97 @sole-emeralds I saw this and was reminded of you.

💎 sole-emeralds Thank you for the ping! Favorite.

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🪡 thighroidwrap 🔁 🦁 liongirlmane

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Anonymous Asked: 😎

I think I'm a little lost, what was bad about the tech??? horizon doesn't seem to be suffering from their new robot parts???

Well, there was something built into their robot prosthetics that was actively meant to manipulate those who had them. Typical company bullshit. Read this article.

horizon can be glad about their prosthetics all they want but how much of it is from this?

🐈‍⬛ re8elli0n8reak next article is about how the current heads have been working to get everybody's part replaced and also what exactly SPECTRA did. stop just looking at one article and leaving it there.

🦁 liongirlmane Follow Oookay...?

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🖍 cnmntoastbot 🔁🦁 liongirlmane

🦁 liongirlmane Follow Honestly, the situation over at Vandelay Island just shows how much of a bad idea companies running living spaces are. Revolving that much of life around the place who employs you is just a bad idea.

Credits for company items only? Can't move away if you wanted to start somewhere else? Bad. Read ANYTHING on company towns, and then imagine that. But Worse.

🪡 thighroidwrap I mean, at least the food is free. Even if there are 4 mondays and i don't know which one aligns with your weekends

🦁 liongirlmane Follow What

🎸 hibiki-rock That's being fixed! AND we're even getting rid of the AI in the robot parts!

🦁 liongirlmane Follow WHAT?!

🖍 cnmntoastbot He is completely correct! (o´▽`o) If you were ever wondering why your friends who took residence on our island made any monday posts on other days of your week, that would be why! \(^ヮ^)/

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🐈‍⬛ re8elli0n8reak 🔁🖍 cnmntoastbot

🐈‍⬛ re8elli0n8reak I want... tiddy... in my face....

🖍 cnmntoastbot (⌒_⌒;) i suppose you are glad to be dating someone who can do that for you now!

🐈‍⬛ re8elli0n8reak CNMN WHAT THE FUCK. @Kirby-Mass-Defend PLEASE TELL YOUR ROBOT TO NOT REBLLOG POSTS LIKE THIS?????? THIS IS TWO YEARS OLD

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🎸 hibiki-rock 🔁 🦁 liongirlmane

👼 posts-from-the-angel Follow If you don't reblog anything about this, you're a shitty person. Vandelay Island has been on fire for the past week, and it's in NO news articles at all! So here's a summary of what's been happening...

keep reading

🦁 liongirlmane Follow ... there... there are, though?

🎸 hibiki-rock Its all i hear on my morning commute >.>

#blah blah blah here's the section of the island that's closed off i'm SICK OF IT

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🐈‍⬛ re8elli0n8reak 🔁 🪡 thighroidwrap

🪡 thighroidwrap Your daily reminder to TAKE OFF YOUR PROSTHETICS. It's NO LEG DAY!

🐈‍⬛ re8elli0n8reak NO LEG DAY!! NO LEG DAY!!

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#hi-fi rush #hi fi rush #there are some ocs in the mix here but also 4 of the original gang is here too! guess #hi-fi rush on tumblr #hi fi rush on tumblr #unreality #long post #sorry lol #this is addicting. hope it's good lmao

[inlovewith-icecream]

Here’s a PLL AU: Ezra gets arrested and Aria gets with someone else? 👀

Omg yayyy Ezria hatred my beloved and I actually had a pre-existing headcanon in my head for this (spoilers for the end of PLL below the cut)

1. Okay soooo basically Alex has a crush on Aria ("you and I are gonna be best friends" gay coded shit) so when she escapes from Mona's dollhouse she anyways turns in that report she was holding over Aria and Ezra goes to jail </3.

2. Aria is upset at first and takes Katherine (who's still a baby so not old enough to form memories thank god) to visit him in jail buuut in therapy she realizes what a creep his ass is so she stops, gets a divorce, and also reports him for stalking all the Liars for the book and he gets extra years plus filing a restraining order for if he gets out.

3. (My favorite one) She moves in with Hanna and Caleb so now Aiden has his cousin to play with and she's then a badass single mom poet with her pal Pigtunia.

4. Tbh I mainly enjoy the idea of Single Mom!Aria but if she got with anyone either King Liam comes back orrrr she marries Wes just to keep the surname (“What? I wasn’t giving up on Mrs Aria Fitz just because of that crusty ass stalker.”) and to piss off Mama Fitzgerald.

5. When Katherine gets old enough (I imagine middle school because she doesn’t wanna keep up the cycle of keeping secrets from her kids till it’s too late) Aria tells her about Ezra and what he did but her mama loves her and protects her and it’s all good they’re good aaand they have a happy life with Aria Katherine the Auntie Liars and Pigtunia ❤️.

#ty for the ask <3 #asks #shrinkthisviolet #ask game answers #pretty little liars #anti ezria #anti ezra fitz #aria montgomery #katherine fitz

[welcometomyoasis]

-🌱

HII SHUUU!!!!!

I MISSED YOU!!! pls wish me gl i have exxaammmsss (i have them every month and im just- :(((( ) anYWAY!!! HOW ARE YOU DOING!!! have a great day!!! (i asked forced @nonononranghaee (which is kinda like uh a shared acc, i guess you could say) to send you the pics!!! For gl ofc) the panda was so cuuttee. And omg ilysm youre so adorraableee!! Im trying my very hardest to finish an interconnected fic series (someone help) and after agES my brain finally decided to work so yayyy!!!! youre doing great!!! pls stay away from mean anons, lately ive been seeing sm accs getting hate, remember your health both mental and physical come first okay? Anyway HAVE A GREAT DAY LY!!!!!

🌱 (this reminds me of hansol in the cutest way possible)

HELLO MY LOVELY 🌱 ANON! I'VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH TOO!

omg exams. ALL THE BEST!!! GOOD LUCK!!! I'M SURE YOU'RE GOING TO KILL IT!!! do your best and you'll be fine!! ❤️🤭 i'll keep an eye out for the pics definitely. thank you 🌱 anon and @\nononoranghaee. i'm honestly happy seeing asks from you, i'll take that as my good luck charm for the day. STOP ILYSM MORE YOU'RE TOO CUTE.

as for the fic 👀 i'm already excited to see what you're cooking up. i know it will be great and will be very very happy to read it when it comes out hehe. writers block is the worst thing ever but once your brain gets working, everything just comes naturally. so yay!!!! i'm glad you're making progress :3

you're also doing great my lovely and ofc dw i'll stay away from mean anons as much as possible. 😭 you're literally going to make me cry you're too sweet. you remember that too okay? HAVE A GREAT DAY MY LOVEELY!!! ILYSM!

#nooo hansol as that adorable little sprout #so cute #letters for shu ✏༝༚༝༚ #anons ✮⋆˙ #🌱 anon ✮⋆˙

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

That's about several things :). One of which being!

AAAAHHHHHHH THEY ACTUALLY GOT ENGAGED :'DDD!!!!

Y'all have no clue how nervous I was in the scene that it was a mislead xD

But yeah I loved this episode!!! I thought it was really good :)). The pacing did feel a little off to me but I'm pretty sure that's because it took me 40 minutes to watch the Nigel and Isaac scene

XDD I had to pause and freak out a lot okay (as the scene started I literally left and panic-watched YouTube shorts for 10 minutes)

But seriously I'm so happy for them :'))) They love each other so much and they totally deserve it :D 🥰

Also AAAHHHHHH Alberta forgave Hetty :'DDD!!! I'm so happy for them :')). Also poor Hetty rooming with Flower xD. You'll be okay bestie lol

And YAYYY AAHHHH we didn't lose the house!! Slay :DD. So glad it wasn't even just as "oh well we are related but you can keep it" thing lol

Also that montage at the end was so cute and lovely :'DDD y'all I love them so much 😭😭❤️❤️❤️🥰 I can't :')) 🖐️😭😭❤️ (hand for the "I can't" lol)

And the ghosts were just hanging around this episode were great too obviously xDD. Like the ghost tribunal group lol - amazing xD. Also their reactions to Isaac and Nigel getting engaged were so cute :'DD 🥰🥰🥰.

And lastly:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

WHAT THE H E C K??!?!!!?

THAT BETTER BE SOMEBODY COMING DOWN FROM HEAVEN OR ONE OF THE BASEMENT GHOSTS GETTING SUCKED OFF OR SOMETHING (SORRY GUYS)

And even though I would absolutely despise losing any of our ghost babeys it especially better not be Nigel or Isaac xdd.

Anyway! Freaking out, thank you :'))

Seriously though, it was a great episode and a really good and sweet finale :'))) 🥰🥰🥰❤️

#that last smiley face with a tear is in a good way and the one before it is in more of a help me way lol #anyway!! #ghosts cbs #cbs ghosts #ghosts #oasis's 9-1-1 chatter #lovely episode and a bunch of great moments I really enjoyed it :DD #still freaking out though :')) #that's kinda literal honestly finished it like an hour ago lol #but yeah I was losing it for various reasons (mostly nisaac) pretty much all episode lol #anyway xD #so excited for next season :)) #I will say it felt like they filmed it as an ending if needed with that last montage but there's a good chance they were just #being sentimental :) #but yeah!! #I love you all :DDD ❤️❤️❤️❤️!!! #byeeee :))) 🥰🥰🥰🥰 <333!!!!

[cheollipop]

BRUH THE WOOYOUNG FOX HYBRID FIC I SCREAMED

Hybrid fics are somehow so fitting for wooyoung jdjdjsjdjd I never see him as anything but a fox he is so bratty yet so submissive 🫠 and a good boy ofc <3 when she grabbed his tail OH MY GODDDDDDD

Also super excited for your Sannie birthday fic don't worry about it being late your fics are so worth waiting for 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 I seriously love your writing sm ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

anonnie I'm gonna cry ;;

I totally agree!! he's such a little menace and fits the fox hybrid character so well (*acting as though I don't have a kitty!woo fic in my drafts rn*) but yes, he is definitely a good boy :3 my friend actually suggested adding in the tail thing so thank you alyssa~~ I'm really glad you liked that drabble ^^

aaaaa thank you sososo much!! that seriously means so much to me >< I'm actually writing the last paragraph rn yayyy!! tbh, I planned for the smut to be a little feral but it surprisingly turned out so soft and now I just want to be cuddled and kissed and and *stares at my empty bed* haha, I'm so happy being single rn. haha. ha. anyway, I'm rambling butttt it's a whopping 5k+ words of pure fluff. probably one of the fluffiest fics I've written :""

I can't wait to write some of the other (more unhinged, very feral) fic ideas I've had for a while, but I'm not sure when exactly I'll get to them bc I've managed to procrastinate all my assignments until the last minute and now I'm a little (very) fucked (╥_╥)—probably in a week or two though!! so please look forward to that ^^

I hope you're having a lovely day/night!! tysm for sending this in, i'm more excited to write now hehe <3

#ask #anon 💗 #anonnie ilysm mwah

[lovewarmthandloneliness]

Hi! I don’t know how good my advice can be since I’ve never had to face a first day at a job yet. However, I did face other sort of situations that made me have similar thoughts to yours.

What I learnt from those experiences and what you can tell yourself is that whatever happens tomorrow, it will most probably go waaaay better than you expect. I’m sure that once you finish your first day at your job you’ll be like “hey, that wasn’t so bad”. The thing is that our minds tend to instantly think of all the worst case scenarios and all the things that could go wrong but trust me, you’ll do just fine! We tend to underestimate ourselves too. Thinking that we won’t we able to deal with certain things when, in reality, we are way more capable than we believe. It’s just our brains tricking us to believe that we are not. I mean, you got the job for a reason, didn’t you?

Plus, once you get over this first day at this job, that’s it! There won’t be another first day (at this job at least). So it’s just this one day you have to get over with and, if you ever have to face another first day, at least you will already have some experience :) Then probably as time goes by, you’ll get more used to it and it’ll feel more familiar and les terrifying.

If it’s of any help, try to think of something you like to give yourself as a treat after your first day. Like watching your favorite/comfort film or eating your favorite meal. I don’t know… something that excites you and that you can look forward to after your first day so you’ll be like: “well, once I get over with this, I’ll get to eat my favorite food yayyy”.

Also, don’t be so hard on yourself! Navigating this crazy world it’s hard already and if you’re dealing with AVPD, anxiety, etc… that definitely adds its own difficulty. Props to your for putting yourself out there, even if it terrifies you. Be proud of yourself for that! You’re trying to face your fears and that’s very admirable, imo.

I don’t know if anything of what I said was of any help. I mean, I struggle with the same things myself😅so I’ve still got a lot to learn but well, this is what came out.

Anyway, I wish you all the best of luck for tomorrow!! You are gonna be okay❤️ If you feel like it, update us on how it went!

Hello anon!!! Thank you SOOO much for your sweet message! You were definitely right, I had a great first day. I did notice how awkward I was but honestly, that's fine. I'm not going to dwell on it (for now), because I'm just so damn happy that I showed up. I'm so excited for what is to come. <3 To me this was another reminder to stop worrying so damn much. (Although it's definitely not easy to shut that inner voice up...)

I hope that whenever you're going to have your first day at a new job, it's going to be even better than mine!

#first job #avpd #cluster c #anxiety #anon ask

[nonclassyparty]

Okay, this was such a good chapter!! Gonna go re read that after I send this ask.

From the moment she got second (which is also great, why obsess over being first) the entire change in the parent's behaviour... And whatever Seonghwa had going on.. Because I am still kind of confused, WHY did he give her the earrings and then hours later at the event say the things he said!

And ofcourse San couldn't keep the secrets to himself.. and it's very surprising that Yeosang defended her, but I totally understand why he did that..

Then the entire scene at the reader's house, wow! Amazing! The details of how each person behaved are soo important 😭

Mrs. Choi 🥺 is so sweet..

Jongho my baby, you are a hero, thank you for saving reader.. with your amazing car!

Woo 🥺 Wooyoung and reader are back yayyy! Probably not the best way, but atleast it happened!

They're living together... How cute.. I do hope reader figures out the financial side to her life now...

And finally, Mr. Yunho!!!

See, all of that is now making me root for Yunho x reader 🤷🏻‍♀️ so what if Mingi had texted a bit 🙄

And that bonus scene, I loved that!! Fuck you, San!

Anyway, I loved this update soo much! Thank you so kuch for writing an actual masterpiece!! ❤️

well hwa gifted her the earrings bc he wanted to, he loves her. no matter what he says or how he acts she is still his little sister 😭 at the event he was angry bc his father often blames seonghwa for her sister's actions

thank you very much for reading!! ❤️

[versadies]

So I just read the chapter and...

You ruined me Dan.

These two girls represent what I'm going through in my mind right now.

Okay, rant time: SCARAMOUCHE?? SCARAMOUCHE!! ❤️❤️❤️ MY PSYCHO PRETTY GREMLIN ILY DAN THANK YOU FOR PUTTING HIM IN YOUR SERIES!! 😍😍😍

I was so shocked, like shocked!!!! Gosh, it was so unexpected (until I see one of you ask where someone spoiled that Scaramouche will be there—) anyways, can I merry him? 😳 👁️👁️

We're finally talking to Diluc like we are long time friends?? YAYYY!!! THAT'S SO CUTE AAARRRGGHHH— *SCREAMS AGGRESSIVELY w/ LOVE💕💕💕💕

No more awkward encounters with the dude! I mean the slow burn was hilarious but still.

But... Of course.

Ayato have to ruined everything. 🙄🙄🙄😑😒😒😒

Bro, I don't give a fck if my boy Diluc is a walking red flag 🚩 I— I can fix it— I'm into bad boys— red from now one is actually my fav color now— I like red heads (Not you Childe 👁️👁️)—I'll be your cute housewife I'll make you a sandwich— 😘😘😘😳😳😳

(Not me caught in 4k 📸)

Oh gosh wait,, Scaramouche is a literally walking flag in the genshin universe... I'll do the same for him. 😍

Okay um, haha, part two ask coming soon discussion about Chisato and me slandering Ayato. 😁✌️✌️✌️

^^ me after making yall hate ayato in the series thanks to chapter 7 /j

ngl you popped in my head when i decided to add scaramouche in the series 😭😭😭😭 and believe me i was abs screaming aggressively too when i’m finally at the part where both reader and diluc are interacting bcuz i had so many dialogues ready for them 🗿🗿🗿🗿

idk if i regret making ayato ruin it or not from how yall despise him so much for it but it is what it is ig👩‍🦯👩‍🦯👩‍🦯👩‍🦯 BUT ZAMN CAUGHT U IN 4k??? 😦😦😦📸📸📸 go touch grass rn 👉�� /j

#— ( chatting with penpals 😌 ) #— ( about . evermore ) #will be looking forward to ur part 2 comrade <3333

[xoxo-ren-xoxo]

its me boy tordsgiantrobot speaking to you inside your tumblr inbox. anyways. i took a look at my fic where scar kills and eats a rabbit and im considering adding a chapter two. im telling you cause i dont know where else to put this . might update later. cannibalism boy OUT -🤖

yesss... YESSSSSS!!!!!! (<- sicko)

Yayyy thanks for telling me ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

#ben chats shit on the internet #ask #anon: tordsgiantrobot #hermitcraft #goodtimeswithscar #gtws

[lokisprettygirl]

You are a wizard with words🤯. Where do you get this stuff?!?! The "I'm free" and "I want you to love yourself" just mind blowing. You must be a great in relationships. That was soooooo cute and heartfelt. She's making an effort and he's appreciating it. Both, things they never got from anyone and needed desperately. So weird that people are deprived of such basic emotions and nobody notices it. And why won't they just shag alreadyyy😩😩. Baby and daddy need some action. On some level this makes it hotter I think.✨Delayed gratification✨ *in hiddles voice*. I'm kind of ready to jump at answers too. What the hell did Rocky say to Loki?? What did Bruce say to Loki?? Why is everyone talking to Loki??!!!! Does Rocky already know about Bruce being alive?( that one I just got a nag in the back of my mind. I know it's stupid but why not type it out 😁) I wanna eat the food she made!!! Poor dear is trying so hard 🥺. And yes she should love herself and loki deserves more than just effort. So he should love himself too. I know she's gonna give him more than stars and that is what he deserves. Healing together begins. Thing's will get better now for them mentally even if it gets hard, I think 😅.Anyway, loved this chapter and I'm very exited for the next one.💝

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You're absolutely unbelievably kind to me and it's making me tear up for some reason (Yayyy insecurities)

Great in relationships? Idk I mean I get really affectionate if I like you so that's what comes out in all of my readers but I also get super annoying and needy, part of the reason I get left behind so not that great 😂 But you're right people are deprived of such basic needs and some people go all their lives without it, reader is pretty lucky in a way, she's going to get the best of all the worlds out there.

Delayed gratification

For a moment I thought hmm this should be it right but then I remembered how nerve wrecking it is for him, the whole running away I mean and he properly wants to end her in his bed with an empty head 🤣🤣

Their conversation will be revealed soon 👀

The food she made ? Babe she just warmed it 😂

Thank you I'm so glad you're so excited still 🥰❤️

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Ok hear me out this got me thinking, this is inspired by gods and Greek mythology (why did I almost spelt that methology). ANYWAYS God Bakugou x Goddess S/o, were Bakugou is like the god of war, destruction and fire while goddess s/o is the goddess of love, beauty, flowers etc. And I feel like how they meet is Goddess s/o is on an journey and helping the humans out for something, so they go to God Bakugou for help. He does decides to help the humans out but only if he can have goddess s/o as their wife (it’s kinda like hades and Persephone) but goddess reader excepts the offer so the humans get what they need. You can do this if you want to I can completely understand if you don’t anyways hope you have a good day and drink some water!!❤️

this literally is such a cute fucking idea like genuinely thank you so much for sending this. you don’t know how much I’m obsessed with Greek mythology like. It’s giving Ares and Aphrodite (and they’re in love in Greek mythology but I don’t think they were allowed to be together?) so I’m just eating this idea up. thank you so much 🥺🥺🥺

I’m really proud of this, so please expect more of this in the future!! :)) also a celebration for 2.5k followers so yayyy!! You can read it on ao3 too!

ps: his name is Bakugou in this, but his title is Ares, and your title is Aphrodite!

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Edit: the term “Half Breed” is used in here to describe Demi gods. It’s supposed to be harmful and the choice of words is intentional!! someone pointed this out on AO3, but I wanted to clarify this here that it’s supposed to be offensive, and something that I planned to go more into with future Greek Mythology fics/drabbles! Sorry for not warning you guys at first :(

You were the Goddess of Love and Beauty. Your looks were unmatched, from mortals to your own kin. Your skin was constantly glowing, a dewy bronze of freckles and unmarred flesh, eyes feline and soft, a vibrant neon pink in your quietest moments, hair falling in thick curls to your shoulder blades, your curves one to always be envied.

People believes that because of your looks, you would be an evil Goddess, selfish and cruel. Even though there were many false stories of you being spiteful and petty, you were everything but. Anyone who visited you and your temple would be nothing but blessed; lest they use your gifts for evil.

Once people learned that you were a loving Goddess, there were always lines wrapped around your temple. People simply wanting to be in your presence, wanting to be blessed by your hand, kiss your feet. You even had the occasional God, Goddess, or even Half Breed begging for a turn, begging for just a moment of your attention.

No one had ever caught your eye, save for one. The God of War and Blood; Bakugou.

He was terrifying, his name and title a complete show of who he was, what his spitfire attitude consisted of. Whenever he showed up to the occasional wine and dine on Mount Olympus, you couldn’t help but hide behind your sisters, avert your own gaze from his fiery red ones. He had never spoken to you, only open stares of curiosity and want that nobody in the room could deny.

The only time he had ever gotten close to you was when some no name Half Breed couldn’t seem to leave you alone. While your sister Momo, the Goddess of Wisdom, was ready to throw the persistent fuck from the clouds, Bakugou had stepped in as quick as a flash.

Everyone had instantly gone quiet, stiff and wide eyed, knowing exactly what was capable at the hands of the God of War and Blood. You could only watch from a mere five feet away, hands clutched to your chest as your sister shields you from the possible explosions that the God was known for. He had only whispered three words that rang cold throughout the soft breeze,

“Fuck off, extra.”

The Half Blood could only beg for mercy, before the God of Stone and Wielding had to step in with a hand. He murmured something to Bakugou, squeezing his tense shoulders. Bakugou’s head slowly turned to face you as a gasp was caught in your throat. His eyes were a full bloody red, no white anywhere in sight as his nostrils flared, steam puffing out like a bull. You couldn’t seem to tear your eyes away from his, as he finally shoved the Half Breed to the ground with a grunt.

When he came toward you, you flinched, ready to be on the other end of his wrath. Instead, he glanced over your face, looked toward Momo, and made his way from Mount Olympus without another word. His scent was left thick and heavy in the air, smelling of sharp cinnamon and caramel. A scent that made your nose twitch, but secretly beg for more

That was the only interaction you had ever gotten from him, which still wasn’t a lot. He hadn’t even said a word to you, yet defended you from some Half Breed that wouldn’t take no as an answer.

The God of War and Blood terrified you, but there was an inkling of curiosity that lingered in the back of your mind about him. No matter how much you would ask about him, your sisters would always shush all talk of him. He was nothing but blood and destruction, they would warn, he would tear you apart with the tips of his fingers and wear your pretty skin like a lions mane. That was enough to scare you from him.

But not enough to keep you away.

“Please, Aphrodite, help us. These demons and fledglings have been attacking our villages for many moons now. We are starving; they steal all of our swine and sheep and goats, leave us nothing but the skin that warms them at night, and will come back to steal those, too. They kill our elderly, our wisest, take our children and make them soldiers in their dark army.”

The pleading eyes and ragged clothes appeal more to you than you would have thought. These people, coming to you desperate and hungry, ribs and bones on display in their tattered clothing, asking the Goddess of Love and Beauty for help. While you wanted to, there was quintessentially nothing that you could do.

“Why come to me?” You ask, nose held high in the air as you sat on marble throne past villagers had gifted you. The people wither under your gaze, eyes held low as one of the leaders sniffles before stepping forward.

“The fledglings stole our horses, as well, Aphrodite. We do not have the means to travel to the temple of God Ares.”

Your temple instantly runs cold at the name. It makes you sit a little straighter, shift a little in place as goosebumps travel up and down the expanse of your arms, makes the hair stand a little straighter. You furrow your brows, frown slightly at the villagers who seem to shake in place from mentioning the name itself.

“So what are you expecting of me? Ares and I are hardly acquaintances.” You bellow, sit back slightly in your throne to check the grooming of your nails, barely ignoring the slight shake of your fingers.

“We know, Aphrodite, but please. We are desperate. The children that they did not take and the elderly that they did not kill are hungry. We will do anything.” You have to keep checking your nails to keep from crumbling under these mere mortals tears. You sit in contemplation for a moment before sighing and plopping your hand down into your lap. You glance over at the villagers, watch how the men cradle their sobbing women in their arms, how others smooth a soft hand over protruding bellies. The sight makes you swallow.

“Come back to my temple in three days with three Jade Vine’s, six Flame Lily’s, and nine Kokia Cookei’s, and I will bring the God of War and Blood to your village to rid of any fledglings. Now, go.” You swipe a hand at them, trying your best to keep up the strict Goddess facade. A weak Goddess is a run over Goddess, Zeus always tells you.

The people cry anyway, bow to you, kiss your feet, praise you and thank you for being a loving Goddess. You can only nod, rush them out of your temple, collapse back into your throne when the weight of what you promised settles in. You hadn’t even spoken to the God before, how in Hades name could you convince him to help your villagers?

…

The moment you step inside of the palace, you instantly recoil. It’s nothing like your own home, which consists of flowers and leaves and the earth, mirrors and gold and the finest silks decorating every corner and corridor. No, the only decoration that lines these walls are blood and hunts and skull and bones.

You don’t fit in at all. You’re all soft, flowing, golden dresses and tapestries that follow you with every step, all coiled hair and soft pink eyes. Everything else is red and orange and violent and gore.

Instead of it being a red line of carpet that leads up the steps and onto the throne, it is instead a river of blood. It’s no deeper than 6 inches, that runs to the pale feet that sit planted and bare where the blood stops. Slowly, your eyes trail up from there, drinking in the strong calves and thighs that sit spread, the thin cloth that covers from above his knees, barely hides the bulge underneath. Your eyes lead you up to a tapered waist and broad chest, wide shoulders and brawny biceps, up a thick neck and peaking pecs.

Finally, you were greeted with his face; the God of War and Blood, Bakugou. He was scowling, red eyes hard and calculating as he surveys your form, chin resting bored on his fist as he scans over where you try to avoid the river of blood.

“Why are you here?” His voice is booming, loud, rattles the entirety of the throne room. You wince slightly, soft eyes fluttering as you struggle to not wither under his hard gaze.

“I have come to ask you of a favor, God Ares.” You know you don’t have to, but you bow to the God as a sign of respect. You keep your head down, waiting for him to allow you to straighten. He does so with a grunt.

When you stand straight again, he hasn’t moved much from his position. His eyes are constantly going though, darting from your lips to your eyes, your hips to your wringing hands, your feet to your trembling knees. He doesn’t offer anything more than another grunt for you to continue.

“The people of one of my villages have come to me, asking for help that I cannot provide as the Goddess of Love and Beauty.”

“Why didn’t they come to me?” He cuts you off with a scoff.

“That was the problem, Ares. They have been attacked by demons and fledglings for many moons now, and have no way of defending themselves or their young. They came to me asking for my help, hoping that I could pass the message onto you. They did not have the means to travel, despite their need for a great savior, God of War and Blood.”

You figure boosting his ego some will convince him. You’ve heard through the grapevine that the God didn’t just kill for anything, not if he wouldn’t gain an unquenchable bloodlust during battle. You hope this is enough to help push him into helping your people. But Bakugou just stares at you, clenches and unclenches his jaw repeatedly, eyes hard as he mulls it over in his head.

“What are you getting from this?” He asks after a beat of silence and a click of his tongue.

“Flowers.” You answered him simply. Bakugou’s eyebrow arched in question, eyes raking over your figure.

“Flowers?” He repeated in a grunt. You nodded with a soft laugh, let your hair spill over your shoulders. His eyes follow the curly strands.

“Yes, flowers. They’re for you, really.” Now that makes him sit up on his throne. He rests his elbows on his knees, locks his hands together, stares you down hungrily as he cocks his head to the side.

“Flowers for the God of War and Blood?” His voice sounds amused almost, a low gravelly chuckle that makes you shift where you stand.

“A peace treaty, Ares. I was planning on weaving the flowers together into a crown, fit only for someone as ruthless and savage as yourself.” You jump slightly in place when his throaty laugh echoes throughout the throne room. It’s rough, deep, and intoxicating as your eyes follow the bob in his throat with your own swallow. He sits back in his throne again, legs spread wide, inviting you to find your own way to his lap. You lift guilty eyes from where they strayed to meet knowing red irises that squint at you knowingly.

“A peace treaty, huh? I didn’t know we were on bad terms, princess.” You have to bite your tongue at his mocking disrespect. You’re a Goddess, not a princess, damnit.

“Let me rephrase then; an offer to get your help, boy.” His eyebrows shoot up into ash blond hair before it melts into a frown.

“Boy?” He spits, rising from his throne. He stands tall and broad, all muscles and strength and a promise to snap your neck with one quick move. You try not to cower as he slowly descends the steps, let the blood wash over his ankles.

“You can call me princess, right? What’s wrong with boy?” You let your hands clasp behind your back, smile mischievously as the God stalks toward you like you’re some kind of prey. In his eyes, you are. He stops until you stand face to chest, his riotous eyes aflame as he stares you down, hands clenched together tightly into fists.

“I call dainty little Goddesses like you, who don’t know their place princess. But, you can only call me by my title, since it has been long since I have been a boy. Respect it, or get out of my presence.”

The way he puffs his chest is supposed to be intimidating, how he snarls, how he grits his lip. But it only makes you want to push him further. You take a step forward until your chin brushes against his armor, watch how his nostrils flare to greedily inhale your scent of honey and ambrosia.

“I’ll get out when you agree to help me, Bakugou.” The blatant disrespect and the nerve of you has him baffled. If you were anyone else, your neck would’ve been snapped and he would’ve been wearing your skin as extra heat by now. But this pretty little Goddess who has been in his line of sight isn’t getting away from him that easily.

He smirks, wraps a slick arm around your waist and pulls you against him. You gasp, eyes widening as you rest your hands against his chest to get some sort of distance between the two of you. Bakugou just pulls you closer with brute strength, nuzzles his nose against your hairline as he whispers,

“I’ll slaughter every single one of those demon fucks, but only on one condition.” You hold your breath, waiting for the ball to drop. Waiting for him to ask you for your virginity, to ask for your head, to ask for locks of your hair to keep him company at night, to ask for vials and vials of your blood.

“Be my wife.”

…

Once you agree, watching Ares in action is mystifying. He moves with such grace in the air, all fluid and quick, something someone of his size that is unsuspecting. He slaughters each and every one of those demons with no problem, comes out victorious and covered in blood that is nowhere near to being his.

Everyone praises and thanks him when the bloodshed is over. They create an aisle for him to walk through, so they could throw the clothes off their backs to his feet, wipe streams of blood from under his bangs, crawl and attempt to kiss his feet as he walks. You stand at the end of the runway, watch how his eyes and hulking shoulders and hair mimics one of a lion. He licks his lips at the sight of you and grins.

You were the prettiest prize to win for such an easy feat.

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Bakugou watches you weave the flower crown, eyes soft as he rests his chin on his palm. You’re sitting on a new throne he made for you. It doesn’t fit you at all.

It’s made of the finest silks and leathers, interwoven with tiny bones, and an occasional flower that wilts from the lack of sunlight. You just need to dress it up to fit you, is all. You just make such a funny sight, sitting in the God of War and Blood’s palace.

You, pretty and glowing with soft chuckles and quick, nimble fingers, sitting around a palace that flows with blood and violence. You paint such a beautiful picture, especially compared to what Bakugou is used to.

You ramble on and on about how to weave the flower crown. Something about the colors going together to make a blue flame that emits into the eerie orangish glow from his hands, to the dangerous red of his eyes while in battle. Something else about how to properly wind them together, the technique of it all. Something else about your mother teaching you from when you were young and mortal.

He breaks out his thoughts when you gently place the crown on his head. It fits perfectly, lightly restrains his riotous locks, sits comfortably around his cranium. He stares up at you, places his hands on your waist as you stand over him, tries to keep his eyes from swallowing in your exposed cleavage to stare into your eyes. You watch him quietly for a moment, before reaching over and picking up the mirror he keeps by his throne. You place it in his hands, step to the side so you can stand beside him and lean over the arm of the throne to look at you both in the mirror.

“You like it?” You whisper, lips gently caressing his ear. Bakugou twitches slightly, eyes darting over to your breasts that are barely restrained in the soft gown you wore. He reaches back up to your gaze in the mirror, looks at the crown, before adjusting it slightly so it sat lopsided on his head. You suck your teeth at his grin and throw of the mirror, as it shatters to tiny pieces in the pool of blood.

You open your mouth to scold him, but only a yelp is let out. You almost forgot that quick reflexes comes alongside the territory of being Ares. You are draped across his lap in mere seconds, his arms wrapped around your waist as he tugs your own to wrap around his neck. He sits back on his throne, chuckles throatily at your dazed expression of trying to gather your bearings.

You go to scowl down at him, when the sight leaves you breathless. He’s beautiful, like this, covered in blood and grime, sitting with a crooked flower crown on his head. His red eyes lose that hardness that comes with battle, soft and adoring as he scans your face. His nose scrunches whenever a loose curl tickles it. His pretty lips quirked slightly at the corners as his smile matches yours.

“Kiss me.” His voice is gruff, eyes low as he wets his bottom lip with a quick flash of his tongue. You only hesitate for a second, before you lean in, let your nose brush against his softly. Your lips meet slightly, your mouth parting in a gasp when he tightens his hold on your waist, before he’s pulling you in to fall even harder against his chest. The kiss is both rough and sweet. Your mouths slotting together perfectly, quiet moans whenever he kneads the flesh of your thigh, grunts when you tug softly at the hair that spills from under his crown.

When you pull back for air, a string connects you two. Bakugou leans forward to swipe it from your lips, eyes never leaving yours as he pulls you impossibly closer to him. Wordlessly, you meet in the middle again, kisses becoming more and more fervent by the second.

In mere minutes, you find yourself being whisked away and thrown onto a mass of silks and blankets and rose petals. You can’t help but giggle when one gets stuck on your eyelash, watch how Bakugou grumbles and swats it away, mumbles something about stupid soft shit.

Bakugou is gentler than you expect as he undresses you. He kisses every piece of you that is exposed to the warm air of the room, brushes your arms away when you instinctively cover your most barest part from greedy vermillion eyes.

“Let your husband see you, princess.” He murmurs against your neck, sucking rough bruises against your previously unmarked skin. You whimper, push him back slightly by the shoulder so he could look at you evenly. He frowns when your eyes dart all over his face, how you tremble slightly under his intense gaze.

“No one has ever seen me like this, Bakugou,” you whisper. While you know you look beautiful sprawled out like this, you can’t help but feel inadequate under the hulking mass above you. Bakugou just scoffs, nips gently at your wrists to get you to reveal yourself to him.

“And I’ll be the first and last to ever see you like this, princess.” He grumbles, leans up to kiss your lips reassuringly as you lay fully spread out for him. Bakugou leans back to admire your soft skin, the curves he can’t wait for his hands to get used to. He drinks the sight of you in before he’s quickly spreading your legs, forcing wide shoulders to accommodate his body. He’s hovering his face above your wet core before finally meeting your eyes and smiling cruelly.

“Call me Katsuki.” The words can barely hang in the air before he dives in between your legs. Blood red eyes stare up at your expression the whole time as he licks his way up from your dripping slit to your clit. When he gets there, he sucks the small bud into his mouth, pulls it softly, hums with it still in his mouth.

It’s overload; your poor pussy unused to having any attention, now getting just so much at once. Your eyes are rolling into the back of your head, hands grabbing the blankets and petals to help ground you.

Bakugou just chuckles at your writhing, holds your hips down with one strong hand, lets the other rub his spit and your juices into your twitching opening. He keeps rolling his tongue onto your clit, eyes gauging your every expression as your breasts heave in quick pants of breath.

“Katsuki,” you whine, eyes teary as he slips a thick finger inside. Your hips twitch violently at the stretch, mouth dropping open in a cry as Bakugou just keeps sucking and twirling your clit roughly. He pulls off of your cunt with a pop, panting for breath as he watches the way your tiny little opening squeezes around his lone finger. Opening you up is going to be a challenge that he can’t wait to conquer.

“You can handle it, princess. Just let your husband take care of you.” His voice is deep and barely restrained, eyes staring to loose the whiteness as the need to conquer starts to overcome him. You whimper at the sight, spread your legs a little wider to help him with prepping you for the rest of the night.

It’s something about knowing he’s going to be the one to deflower you, the one that got your first kiss, that got the title of being the Goddess of Love and Beauty’s husband. Especially knowing how hard your sisters went against him; this was definitely a challenge worth conquering.

With renewed vigor, Bakugou shoves another finger inside before you’re properly ready. You groan slightly in pain, grip the top of his hair where the crown opens up. Bakugou kisses the inside of your thigh in apology, before he picks up on his lapping of your clit, flicking it with quick strokes. He sucks up all of the slick that rolls and squelches around his fingers, hums at the taste, ruts his hardening cock on the mattress desperately.

Deciding that he has to be in you now, Bakugou rips his fingers from inside of you. He probably should have done another finger knowing his own size, but he wanted to truly get the feeling of fucking a virgin cunt, from a Goddess no less, for the first time. The need to take is completely overrunning any rational thoughts.

“I am not a conquest. I am your wife.” You could already see him starting to change, see the rise and fall of his chest as his eyes glaze over. The look he had in battle today eerily similar to the one he had now. You didn’t any part of that going into you for the first time.

To bring him down from his bloodlust, you rub over his exposed chest and shoulders, bring him down to your level to pepper kisses all over his face. You kiss his brow bone, his forehead, his fluttering eyes and blond lashes, the soft freckles from the sun on his cheeks, lick at his parted lips. He breathes in deeply for a second, and when he opens his eyes, the bloodlust is gone, replaced by the need of being with you, being with his wife.

He knocks his forehead against yours gently, presses a deep kiss to your mouth as you reach up to fix the flower crown on his head. He chuckles, turns his head slightly to kiss at your palms as he reaches down to shed himself of the rest of his clothes.

You don’t get a chance to look down at his length, but the hot weight that rests over your mound is enough to make you gasp and grip his biceps in worry. Bakugou only shushes you, brushes his nose against yours, murmurs something about being able to take it.

When he slides the tip of his cock inside, you tighten up immediately, eyes clenched shut as you whimper. You get lost in the taste of Bakugou’s mouth, all cinnamon and spice as he coaxes your still tongue to play with his own. He brushes your hair back with one hand, the other helping guide his cock further inside of you.

He lets his tip rest inside of your twitching walls, sucks in a shaky breath whenever you clench around him. When you feel yourself start to loosen up, you rock down slightly on the rest of his length. He gets the message, feeds you the rest of his length until every inch of him is buried deep inside of your dripping walls.

“Take me so well, princess.” Bakugou murmurs against your neck, peppers kisses down onto your collarbones to suck love bruises all over them. You let him inside after that, let him thrust into your soaked cunt, let him whisper praises all over your body, let the loud claps of his balls lull you into a headspace where all you can do is babble praises for more, more, more.

“Fill me up with your seed, Katsuki,” you cry, head close to smacking against the wooden headboard with how hard he had been fucking you. He doesn’t seem anywhere near close, but you’ve tipped over more times than you can count now.

He groans at your words, cages you in with his arms, forces your face to his so he can slide his tongue into your mouth. He brushes it along your teeth, your gums, your own tongue as he moans at the taste of you swapping in each other’s mouths. Sneaking one hand down in between the two of you, he plays with your oversensitive clit, pinches it cruelly when you babble about not being able to do it anymore.

“I know you have another one for me, princess. Give me one more, and I’ll have you swollen with a mini God in no time.” The words push you over. The words, the kisses, the love bruises, the smack of his tip against your sweet spot. You cling to his biceps, tremble all over as your eyes cross, sing your praises to Zeus for blessing you with such a strong and capable husband.

Bakugou groans at you tightening around him, lets his hips smack roughly into yours as he greedily chases his own high. The moment you feel him stiffen with a groan, he shoots rope after rope of sticky white into your insides. You moan at the feeling, absentmindedly rub your tummy, whisper about how many Gods and Goddesses will he fill you up with this time.

Bakugou can only watch in fascination, the way your eyes go hazy, as his cum seeps around where his softening cock is still plugging you up. When he finally wrings the last of his orgasm out, he collapses on top of you. You groan at his weight, but brush the sweaty bangs aside, chuckling at how the flower crown still seemed to stay on.

You two lay in sweet bliss for a few minutes before Bakugou tilts your head down to meet him in a small kiss. You let him engulf your mouth, moan when he tiredly licks your bottom lip and sucks it into his mouth. He lets it go with a pop, pulls back to look at you fully in all of your beautiful, ethereal glory.

He couldn’t have asked for a better wife, and you, a better husband.

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