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mechanical-sunchild Ā· 1 year
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Umā€¦ Good news? Bad news? News! Iā€™m Julie now. I think?! Still figuring it out! I donā€™t have much else to say, just thought you should know! -šŸ°
Hello Julie, Well, you can always be both! Absolutely no limit on same-canon kin or linktypes. You just go with what feels correct to you! Me, Iā€™m having a good long shift as Eddie and thatā€™s just fine, just fine indeed.
Your neighbour, Eddie Dear šŸ’Œ
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luvxiem Ā· 2 years
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Drawing luca drawing luca drawing luca
My oshi's shu but that one with luca is ethereal. Just beautiful, chef kiss mwa šŸ˜³šŸ˜”šŸ’•
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DRAWING LUCA DRAWING LUCA DRAWING LUCA šŸ—£šŸ—£šŸ—£
thank u hehe i read his tweet and remembered his mario kart with viewers stream where he got super flustered over chat calling him pretty boy and instantly my brain turned into that one spongebob meme
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colonelarr0w Ā· 2 months
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Hiiii i really like reading some angst stuffs so heres my idea loll!
What about reader never felt like they were ever loved romantically and has been quite the loner for a while. So, to have Gojo confess to the reader has reader confused, but quite happy, but will soon find out that its a dare and Gojo only has the end of the year to make reader date him! (Just say the current month is near december loll)
But as time goes by, Gojo starts to actually have feelings for reader and suddenly reader overheard their convo of Gojo with his friends about the dare...
(PLS IM SORRY IF THIS IS TOO SPECIFIC THISIS ONE OF MY FIRST TIMES REQUESTING SMTHHH. BTW YOU CAN CHANGE THE GOJO TO ANYONE ELSE :3AND ALSO YOU CAN CHOOSE WETHER TO HAVE COMFORT OR NAH. AND THANKS FOR GIVING YOUR TIME TO READ THIS HAVE A NICE DAYY)
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Sypnosis - Gojo was already known to be a heartbreaker, but you didn't stop to think for a second that maybe -- just maybe -- he was trying to break your heart too.
Warning(s) - mature themes, foul language, Gojo is a MAJOR dick in this one, angst
Word Count - 3.1k
A/N - Hi Anon! (STOP IM CRYING I LOVE EMOJI ANONS SO MUCH) So you made the mistake of giving me an angst prompt while also saying that I could maybe add comfort. I will be doing no such thing. Kisses!
! PIECE BEGINS UNDERNEATH THE CUT !
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Satoru Gojo was, by every single standard, a ladyā€™s man.Ā Ā 
And you, by every single standard, were the complete opposite of every manā€™s ā€œideal typeā€.Ā 
How you managed to find yourself in a situation where you told others, ā€œIā€™m dating Satoru Gojo,ā€ felt like a fever dream constructed by the hardest drug.Ā Ā 
The way in which he asked you out was ā€” well ā€” Satoru Gojo. A grand white banner with your name scrawled into it, underneath it the words:Ā Go out with me?Ā Ā 
Of course you accepted, though you were thoroughly confused. You had always been an observer from the shadows, not emerging unless it was absolutely necessary.Ā Ā 
To haveĀ theĀ Satoru Gojo ask you out in front of a gaggle of people was off putting ā€” and certainly not anything that you had expected.Ā Ā 
But none of that stopped you from saying yes, which made the snowy-haired maleā€™s smile widen three times in size ā€” if that was even possible.Ā Ā 
ā€œCā€™mon Satoru, itā€™s an easy 2,500 Yen,ā€ Geto says, a sly smirk curling the corner of his mouth upward as he leans over the back of the couch.Ā 
Gojo sighs, jutting out his bottom lip as one of his hands busies itself with running through his hair. It wasnā€™t a terrible bet ā€” even though the payoff didnā€™t exactly feel worth it.Ā Ā 
ā€œ2,500 Yen to ask her out?ā€ Gojo confirms, turning his head and glancing over the rims of his glasses. Geto smirks again, turning his phone and flashing a picture of you at Gojo, just to make sure that he would be asking out the right person.Ā 
ā€œ2,500 Yen,ā€ Geto nods. Gojo sighs, his body slumping forward dramatically. Geto grins again, watching his best friend crack down ā€” no way was he turning down a bet that he could easily secure.Ā 
ā€œFine, you have a deal,ā€ Gojo holds his hand out, failing to hold back the smirk that curls his mouth upward as Geto slaps his hand against Gojoā€™s.Ā 
The two shake on it, and the bet is made.Ā 
But, of course, you were oblivious to all of that. You believed that, for the very first time, someone looked at you in a way that wasnā€™t strictly platonic. SomeoneĀ lovedĀ you ā€” really, truly loved you.Ā 
And what an extravagant partner Gojo was, buying you small trinkets that he believed you would like, taking you to restaurants that you had looked at on the street for a moment too long ā€” he had even forced himself to learn how to ice skate because you mentioned offhandedly that it would be nice to skate with someone.Ā Ā 
For the first time in a very long time, you felt connected to someone. Conversations flowed so easily between you both, never forced or uncomfortable. It was as if you had known each other your entire lives.Ā Ā 
GojoĀ knewĀ that it was fake ā€” youĀ thoughtĀ it was truly real.Ā Ā 
< ā€¦ >Ā 
ā€œ(Y/N)! There you are!ā€ Gojo calls out with a flashy wave of his arm. Once youā€™re in reach of him, he latches onto you, nose nuzzling into your hair.Ā 
You let out a startled squeak at the force of his body against yours, but immediately loosen up and return his embrace, snuggling as deeply as you can into his arms.Ā Ā 
ā€œSatoru!ā€ you laugh out breathlessly, squeezing his shoulders as he lifts you from the ground, easily spinning the both of you in a circle. ā€œYou act like you havenā€™t seen me in years.ā€Ā 
Gojo rolls his eyes dramatically, setting you down but keeping his arms locked around your waist. He gaze meets yours through the darkened lenses of his glasses, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.Ā Ā 
ā€œOh god, I know that look,ā€ you mutter teasingly, which earns you an affectionate pinch to your side ā€” one that you swat him away for.Ā Ā 
ā€œYou wound me,ā€ Gojo sasses back, releasing you only to place a hand flat against his chest as if he had been stabbed. You roll your eyes, laughing breathily at his antics.Ā Ā 
ā€œWhat do you want to do tonight? Itā€™s date night,ā€ you remind him, watching as his face breaks into a bright smile. He reaches for you again, lifting your hand and twirling you around before he tugs you to his chest.Ā 
ā€œI was thinking-ā€œ he begins in a sing-song tone. You raise an eyebrow at him, which he quickly leans in to peck. ā€œ-we go to the movies, get some cheap froyo, and crash in your dorm.ā€Ā 
You smile at him, eyes crinkling adorably at the corners as you throw your arms around his neck, squeezing him.Ā 
ā€œYes please!ā€Ā 
< ā€¦ >Ā 
ā€œThe movies?Ā Froyo? God, if I didnā€™t know any better Iā€™d say youā€™re falling for her,ā€ Geto mocks the motion of throwing up, earning a laugh from the snowy-haired boy that stands next to him.Ā Ā 
Gojo rolls his eyes, catching the basketball that Geto throws at his chest. He bounces it once against the ground before taking a shot, smirking as it swishes inaudibly into the basket.Ā Ā 
ā€œI want her to at least believe it,ā€ Gojo responds with an indifferent shrug of his shoulders. Geto rolls his eyes, biting back the chuckle that rises in his throat. ā€œWhat? Iā€™m not lying.ā€Ā 
ā€œNo, I know youā€™re not lying,ā€ Geto bends to pick up the abandoned basketball, bouncing it against the ground and taking a shot of his own ā€” which misses.Ā 
ā€œSo then why the sudden comment?ā€Ā 
ā€œBecause of the look in your eyes whenever someone mentions her or whenever you see her,ā€ Geto says plainly, turning to cross his arms at Gojo.Ā Ā 
He purses his lips together, eyebrows pinching in confusion as he silently urges Geto to continue.Ā How he looks at you?Ā 
Geto sighs through his nose, then lifting his fingers to pinch at its bridge. The basketball is long abandoned now, rolling into the center of the gym and remaining there.Ā Ā 
ā€œEvery time she calls out to you with that ā€” stupid nickname, you brighten up like a dog whoā€™s seeing his owner,ā€ Geto points out. Gojo can feel the tips of his ears burn red at that ā€” because even he knew that it was true.Ā 
ā€œToru! There you are!ā€ you call out affectionately, crossing the training fields and practically jumping into Gojoā€™s awaiting arms.Ā 
He smiles warmly as your face nestles into the junction between his neck and shoulder, breathing in the familiarity of your scent and holding you close to him.Ā 
ā€œThat isnā€™t true,ā€ he murmurs, scratching at the back of his neck. Geto stands still for a moment, staring at Gojo with a look that couldĀ easilyĀ slaughter an entire town.Ā Ā 
ā€œNo? How about when she made you lunch that one time?ā€ Geto raises his eyebrow ā€” his eyes visually calling bullshit as Gojoā€™s cheeks burn the same shade of red as his ears.Ā Ā 
ā€œTa-da!ā€ you smile widely as you present Gojo with the intricately put-together bento box. He takes it from your hands, allowing his fingers to brush against your own for a moment too long ā€” an action that brought a light blush to your cheeks.Ā Ā 
He smiles down at the bento you had prepared for him, feeling his heart swell at the idea that someone cared enough about him to sit down and put so much thought into preparing him a lunch. Gojo is quick to then lean in, pecking your cheek and smiling widely at the dark red hue that coats your face.Ā 
ā€œThatā€™sā€¦different,ā€ Gojo tries to argue, but Geto is quick to call out his bluff, laughing loudly in his friendā€™s face and striding towards the center of the gym to retrieve the abandoned basketball. He bends, scooping it into his palms and bouncing it twice against the ground.Ā Ā 
ā€œOh, Iā€™m sure that it is,ā€ Geto rolls his eyes, twisting his body and shooting the basketball ā€” already displaying annoyance when it misses yet again.Ā Ā 
Gojo sighs, the puff of air he releases blowing his bangs from his face. He watches as Geto goes to retrieve the basketball, bouncing it once before roughly checking it to Gojo.Ā Ā 
ā€œCareful Satoru, I wouldnā€™t want you toĀ fallĀ for her,ā€ Geto teases, feeling himself smirk as Gojoā€™s hands catch the basketball. The snowy-haired male rolls his eyes in response, bouncing the ball.Ā 
ā€œThat wonā€™t happen, trust me,ā€ Gojo bites back, not failing to notice the knowing glint in Getoā€™s eyes.Ā Ā 
ā€œSure it wonā€™t.ā€Ā 
< ā€¦ >Ā 
Hey! Iā€™m at the theatre, where are you?Ā 
READĀ 
Satoru?Ā 
READĀ 
Iā€™m just assuming youā€™re running late, just text me when youā€™re here!Ā 
DELIVEREDĀ 
Puffing out the air that you held in your cheeks, you stow your phone away into your pocket, eyes silently scanning the front entrance of the theatre.Ā Maybe you missed him?Ā No, there was no tuft of snowy-white hair anywhere in the crowd ā€” surely he was just running late.Ā Ā 
You shuffle on your feet, adjusting the small bag that you had brought with you. The interior is stuffed with snacks that both you and Gojo enjoyed ā€” including his favorite from the local convenience store. You smile to yourself, already picturing the wide smile that would cross his face when you presented him with the snacks.Ā Ā 
Your phone buzzes in your pocket, which you all but dive for with a speed that feels almost inhuman. You stare down at the illuminated screen, heart deflating as you realize itā€™s only a message from your mother, checking in and asking you how your date with Gojo was going.Ā Ā 
Lifting a shaky hand to your eyes, you wipe away the tears that cling to your bottom lash line. You text your mother back, lying to her about the state of the date and pushing your phone back into your pockets. You glance back down at your open purse, blinking back your tears at the sight of the snacks ā€” what a waste.Ā 
< ā€¦ >Ā Ā 
ā€œSatoā€”ā€œĀ 
You pause just outside of the classroom doors, resting your palms against the sliding door and peering curiously inside. Your eyebrows pinch together, eyes narrowing as you listen intently to the conversation shared between Gojo and Geto, both of whom seemed to be in the middle of ā€” maybe ā€” arguing with one another.Ā Ā 
ā€œHow much longer am I keeping this up for?ā€ Gojo all but whines, leaning back in the seat that he was occupying, his feet propped up on the desk as he releases an annoyed huff.Ā Ā 
Geto chuckles, rubbing a hand over his face as he sits on the desk directly in front of Gojo, folding his legs over one another and smirking down at his best friend. Gojo sighs, blowing his bangs out of his face as he leans forward, his sunglasses slightly slipping down the bridge of his nose.Ā Ā 
ā€œWhy? Getting bored?ā€ Geto raises an eyebrow at Gojo, lifting his arms to cross them firmly over his chest. Gojo rolls his eyes yet again, releasing a deepened sigh that only has Geto releasing the chuckle that he had been holding in.Ā Ā 
ā€œIā€™m gettingĀ tired,ā€ Gojo mocks a dramatic yawn, throwing his arms into the air and leaning back in his chair. Geto raises an eyebrow at the answer, curious now.Ā 
ā€œTired?ā€Ā 
ā€œExhausted. I donā€™t think you understand Suguru, sheā€™s so desperately clingy and just ā€” I canā€™t keep up with it,ā€ Gojo explains in exasperation, rubbing his hands over his face and digging his fingers into the skin of this temples, rubbing them in slow circles.Ā Ā 
You feel your heart crack the more that Gojo speaks ā€” listening quietly as he lists off all of the things that he seeminglyĀ hatesĀ about you. Your eyes burn with tears, and suddenly every ounce of love that you ever felt for Gojo seep out of you in waves.Ā 
Had he felt that way about you the whole time?Ā 
ā€œHey, you were the one that said yes. You couldā€™ve dropped the bet,ā€ Geto shrugs his shoulders, an action that earns him an annoyed kick from Gojo.Ā Ā 
ā€œItā€™s 2,500 Yen. Iā€™m not saying no to that,ā€ Gojo reminds his friend, waving a finger in his face. Geto chuckles breathily, but pauses at an unfamiliar sound ā€” a choked cry. His head whips around in an attempt to locate the source of the sound, feeling his heart drop to the deepest depths of his stomach at the sight of a retreating figure by the classroom's doors.Ā Ā 
Gojo follows Geto's wandering gaze, eyebrows knitting together in confusion at the sudden change in his friend's facial expression. "Shit." Is all that Geto says before he moves to the door, peering out of it just in time to see your figure turn the farthest corner of the hallway ā€“ then vanishing.Ā Ā 
Geto's eyes flicker to meet Gojo's as the latter leans his chin onto Geto's shoulder, staring at the spot that you had just disappeared from.Ā Ā 
"What happened?" Gojo inquires curiously, not failing to notice the way that Geto's spine stands as stiff as cardboard. The dark-haired male swallows the lump in his throat ā€“ they wereĀ bothĀ royally fucked.Ā Ā 
"We're fucked."Ā 
< ... >Ā Ā 
"There, there, c'mon (Y/N), don't let this--"Ā 
"HeĀ liedĀ to me!" You rub your hands roughly over your tear-filled eyes, feeling your chest tighten as you look away fromĀ Utahime'sĀ concerned gaze. Her eyebrows furrow together in worry, eyes silently taking you in as you curl into yourself.Ā Ā 
She would be lying if she said that she wasn't downrightĀ pissedĀ at what Gojo had done to you. After listening to your tearful ramble about what you heard, any and all respect that she had for her snowy-haired classmate went completely out of the window.Ā 
Not that there was much respect there in the first place.Ā Ā 
"So how much of what he said did he actually mean?" Your voice is a broken cry, trembling in a way that hasĀ UtahimeĀ reaching out to comfortingly lace her fingers with your own.Ā Ā 
"I don't know," she whispers in response, not knowing how to help you. You turn your head away from her, sniffing and wiping your nose with the cloth of your sleeve. "I'm sorry (Y/N)."Ā 
You shake your head, breath trembling as you grip at your knees. You screw your eyes shut, still seeing his affectionate smile behind your eyelids ā€“ you wish that you could forget it completely. You can stillĀ feelĀ him too; you can feel his arms wrapped around you and his lips as they press affectionately to your cheek.Ā Ā 
You begin to wonder how much effort he actually put into your dates, you begin to wonder if his affectionate touches were genuine, you begin to wonder if it was him writing his text messages out or if it was someone else entirely.Ā Did heĀ everĀ care about you?Ā 
"Hey."Ā 
You glance up atĀ Utahime, sniffling quietly as she reaches a hand out, laying her palm against your cheek and thumbing away the stray tears that roll down your cheeks. Her heart breaks at the sight of you ā€“ but her heart also yells angrily at the idea that Gojo would toy with you for a measly 2,500 Yen.Ā Ā 
She knew that he was an asshole ā€“ everyone did. But she didn't think he wasĀ thatĀ big of an asshole.Ā Ā 
"How about me and you go out? I'll even text MeiĀ MeiĀ and Shoko,"Ā UtahimeĀ offers, smiling again at you. You sniffle, cheeks reddened by your tears. Your eyes are puffy, lashes still wet with tears that take their sweet time in dripping down your face.Ā Ā 
"Can we stay in instead?"Ā Ā 
UtahimeĀ nods, smiling again at you. Her arms extend, wrapping around you and tugging you into her chest, squeezing affectionately at you. You sink into her embrace, face pressed comfortably into her shoulder.Ā Ā 
"Yeah, of course we can."Ā 
< ... >Ā Ā 
"You're such a dick!"Ā UtahimeĀ yells in a fit of rage, shoving her hands against Gojo's chest and glaring daggers at him as he stumbles backwards. He stares at her incredulously, eyebrows raised to a point that his forehead is wrinkled five times over.Ā Ā 
He hadn't expected this behavior from the usually calm and collected girl ā€“ but the way that she had stormed at him screaming her head off told him that he had royally screwed up.Ā Ā 
Over his shoulder, Geto watches knowingly. He knows that he'll likely be yelled at too, so in mental preparation, he remains completely silent, not wantingĀ UtahimeĀ to turn her rage on him prematurely.Ā Ā 
"What is this about?" Gojo asks genuinely, his eyes narrowed in confusion asĀ UtahimeĀ angrily takes a step back from him, restraining herself from actively strangling him.Ā Ā 
"What is this ā€“ so you just haveĀ noĀ idea what you did to (Y/N)? God, you'reĀ dense!"Ā UtahimeĀ all but screams, throwing her hands up in a fit of rage.Ā 
Gojo narrows his eyes, then they widen ā€“ shit.Ā How the fuck did you find out?Ā 
"What do you mean?" He pauses for a moment, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "What about (Y/N)?"Ā 
"Oh, don't act so clueless! You knowĀ exactlyĀ what I'm talking about!"Ā UtahimeĀ jabs a finger at Gojo's chest, her eyes burning with a rage that he had genuinely never seen in her before. She takes a brave step towards him ā€“ in return, he takes a step back.Ā Ā 
"I don't--"Ā 
"Does 2,500 Yen sound familiar to you?"Ā UtahimeĀ raises an eyebrow at him. He deadpans, swallowing the growing lump in his throat and feeling his heart sink.Ā Ā 
His silence tells her everything that she needs to know. She straightens, shooting a pointed glare to Geto as well ā€“ resulting in him looking anywhere but her direction, gaze flickering around wildly.Ā Ā 
She turns her attention back to Gojo, looking him up and down with an expression of nothing but pure disgust. He winces at the glint in her eyes ā€“ God, he hadĀ reallyĀ screwed up.Ā Ā 
"You're both disgusting,"Ā UtahimeĀ spits venomously, then turning on her heel and promptly striding away from both males. Gojo turns, exchanging a worried yet remorseful glance in Geto's direction. His friend only swallows, they hadĀ bothĀ royally screwed up.Ā 
< ... >Ā Ā 
GojoĀ sufferedĀ with the aftermath of you hearing his conversation ā€“ you avoided him like he had been infected with some kind of infectious disease. Any room he entered, you exited. Any time he called out your name with a polite wave, you turned your nose up and continued walking.Ā Ā 
In a way, you pretended that he simply didn't exist ā€“ that the person waving to you or trying to interact with you was nothing but a phantom, one that you ignored as if it was the only thing that you knew how to do.Ā Ā 
"(Y/N)! Hey, can we--"Ā 
You stride past him, shoulder knocking against his own as you exit the classroom. He stands silently at its center, lowering his hand back to his side ā€“ he had wanted to reach out for you, but something inside of him told him to simply leave you be.Ā Ā 
And the day that he saw you happily hanging off of Nanami's arm was the day that he realized ā€“ loving someone from afar was the worst pain of all.Ā Ā 
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seattlesellie Ā· 1 year
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shoving ur panties into loser!ellieā€™s mouth bc sheā€™s being too loud and whiny ahhhh
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riding ellies strap so hard, practically pushing her further and further into the mattress and just letting out the sluttiest moans that make her groan, ā€œs-sā€™ youre so pretty- fuck so prettyā€ and her mind is all hazy because jesus your tits are bouncing and its driving her wild, and ur puffy clit is on full display for her and ur cheeks are so flushed and she doesnt even know what the fuck shes supposed to focus on so her face is wearing this utterly dazed expression, eyes languidly half-shut, and the sounds shes making are just obscene, she just keeps telling u to ride it harder and fuck her cock faster and how bad she needs to cum and how good it feels, just babbling uncontrollably, so u take ur soaked panties that lie besides you and just shove them inside her mouth and fuck that creamy spot ur cunt left on ur panties is just caressing her tongue, she can taste all of it and just sucks the juices in and now she cant help it anymore and cums all over the harness of her strap with muffled little moans, eyes rolling back just clawing at ur hips leaving the nastiest bruisesā€¦ā€¦ shes such a loser who tf cums from just the taste of someone elses juices on her tongue?????? (ellie does btw)
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coochieholder Ā· 2 months
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I support Girls from the beginning but if your blatantly disrespectful, I wonā€™t support you pretty girls ainā€™t rude to other girls xx
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visionsofmagic Ā· 7 months
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past lover, new era [liu kang ā€¢ headcanon]
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ā€•āœ¹ you're liu kang's past lover.
[mk1!liu kang, fluff, a bit spicy, past lover!reader, gn!reader, new era!reader, short (headcanon) + requested by anon! thank you for the request. ^^ have fun, hope you like it! ā€œDo you write for Liu Kang MK1 version? Iā€™d love to read any kind of headcanon about him that youā€™d offer if you do!!ā€
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ā¦ being a past lover of liu kang comes with benefits and yet prices. there are many moments of love, affection, and passion you share with him but also, the dangerous side of it cannot be ignored; being the god of fire takes lots of attention after all. however, this never stops liu kang from protecting you at any cost without making you notice completely.
ā¦ since you don't know about being his past lover until he tells the story you had in the era he came from, you just find his focus and special attention on you a bit odd yet exciting at the same time because even after learning the truth, you can swear you will fall for this man in every universe and he will do the same; you're the most special person to him - his one and only.
ā¦ he will definitely train with you, giving you tips, abilities, and strength you can't imagine another one providing because he's so delicate with you; not hurting and not being so weak around you while training. he knows you're damn well strong - he remembers the times you kicked his ass countless times from where he came.
ā¦ he will try hard not to show he knows you from his past life but he simply can't control his desires when it comes to you, not when you sit right there and look at his frame with sparkling eyes. he remembers the promises you made - well, the one in his timeline but he bets you're all the same in every timeline - perfect from head to toe, inside to outside, in every aspect he can think.
he has thoughts of holding your hands, saying all the sweet things he couldn't say before, telling all about the truth, and not wanting to lose you once again. however, he can't, no, it's for you, and the timeline's good - for a moment at least until the events go crazy, out of his control.
ā¦ before telling you the timeline thing, how he is the one who created this era, he will make sure not to appear as a freak whenever he looks at you - watches you in other words 'cause he never is the man who can hold himself from looking at the person he wants to bend the whole timeline into their feet if they want to.
so, it's a bit weird at first times but you two start to get along, you stay beside him more than you do with others, helping him in every way you're able to, joking around him, acting as if he's not a god but only a mere human - like the one he was once, your best friend, and maybe even more.
ā¦ he will lecture you non-stop, can't help, he has to be sure you're safe and sound and he will always allow you to put your hands on his shoulders, smiling at him and saying everything is okay - is it? - he will think, then, he will forget about it all when he feels your lips on his cheek, a kind of warmness he feels only from you.
being his past lover comes with perks; touching him, kissing him, looking at him anytime you want to. he will try to hide the heat that rushes to his whole body, not the fire he has already, no, something different, something that burns him alive in a way that he wants it happening at a non-stop pace.
you will know your own effects on him, surprisingly, he's weaker and stronger at the same time - beside you.
ā¦ he will tell you about you to geras. he leaves some facts to only himself tho; how he can't control himself, how he wants to kiss you, hug you, tell to you that you can have him on his knees by simply saying it - how unfortunate he has duties.
he would choose you over the world, he believes, so maybe that's why raiden warned him to be careful while creating a new timeline - he doesn't care after a certain point: you kissing him.
ā¦ he will freeze for a moment, not comprehending what's happening but then, it will hit him; like a firework explodes in the night sky, all the memories will blow up inside his mind, flowing into his soul and heart.
he will not be able to move an inch but when you break the kiss, he will look into your eyes, seeing his own reflection in them mixed with sparkles and a bit of worry, he will not hold back anymore. he will take you by the waist, the other free hand finding your cheek, he will pull you to his arms, kissing your lips with such passion that you will lose your balance only to find it within him and his warm lips on you, "liu -"
ā¦ the kiss is the first one for you. for him, it will feel like a memory and yet a new adventure. it's the same - and different. he melts - you make him feel loved again without even knowing it. what a person you are, having him inside your arms long before knowing it.
ā¦ coming to his senses, he will stop his actions, leaving you dumbfounded for a moment before explaining everything, every detail to you because he can't do this to you - what was he thinking anyway? putting you in the new era's timeline and planning you will not fall for him? or worse, him falling in love with you all over again? how could you feel so same yet different, he can't tell.
ā¦ he expects you to hit him, reject him, or even leave him and all this behind. contrary to what he thinks, you nod, taking time to comprehend it entirely, and when you're ready to speak with him again, you give him a soft smile and say, "I fall for you every damn time then, huh?"
ā¦ he will smile too, 'cause you're still his one and only, a bit distinct yes, he doesn't mind - how he can? he doesn't want to waste another time to go nothing without you, all suffer, no, he chooses to be beside you this time and you beside him. what's the worst that could happen when he has you?
ā¦ after knowing you're aware of the condition you two are in, he will become more daring whenever you two have alone time, away from others and the whole world around you. he will look at you openly, not afraid to show his emotions, the love he has for you. he won't take his eyes from your frame the moment you enter his sight.
ā¦ he will put kisses on every part of your body that he wishes. will listen to cute little voices you make thanks to him, coming to his ears as the most beautiful melody he has ever heard. will allow you to kiss him back, out of nowhere, or just out of curiosity about how he will react to you. you have a special part in his life, you can do whatever you want to do with him.
ā¦ he will hug you so many times that you will leave tracking it down; from back when you can't hear him approaching and being surprised - ready to attack but calming down and smiling when you see his glowing eyes up close to your heated face, from front to let your hands find his wide shoulders - he loves to see your pretty face, from the waist when he sits and you stay between his inner thighs.
he will let you hug him in return, finding both peace and passion inside your embrace.
ā¦ he will go intimate when you want him to, he is a gentleman. will allow you to sit on his lap the moment you need to, hugging you from the back, he will lower your face down so that he can kiss your lips, lose himself in the taste of you. will, surely, touch delicate parts of your body, earning soft, low, and sometimes high moans from your pretty lips. will chuckle when he finds you entertaining, almost too weak around him.
"pretty," he will call you - oh, he will call you with lots of pet names; my love, my one and only, darlin', sweetheart, honey... gentle with you, as always. "you have no idea how pretty you look right now. I can spend my entire life only to look at this face of yours."
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iicarused Ā· 3 months
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cough striker would have a kink for worshipping overlord reader cough
you cannot tell me that he wouldn't. a sinner that worked their ass off for that kind of respect? striker would be so into that. just like bashful and awkward, his super tough persona falling away at the sight of overlord reader.
- šŸ° anon
youā€™re so right. because being the sole reason of why he began to question his own morals, his beliefs in perspective that crafted him into who he is. the utter hated he held for all overlords alike, and you had to just waltz into his life like a princess princess who gets handed everything to her on a silver platter.
ā€œare you striker?ā€ youre heavy on the transatlantic accent, and it sounded even better through the phone.
ā€œwhoā€™s askinā€™?ā€ a puff of a cigarette and heā€™s leaned real nicely against his phone, as if heā€™s trying to have a better sound from you.
i like to imagine that while he wished to speak with you more, he would purposely take his time just so you can call for updates. he likes your voice, and that pretty face he got from the web. you sure are a pretty little thing, oh how he would love to have his hands on your sides.
and when you PRAISE him for doing such a good job when you meet up with him to pay him back???? he just melts and pulls at his hat when he thought about it. you have him hooked the day he met you in person. maybe royals ainā€™t so bad
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The Beasts (Fallen? Primordials? Idek how they're called tbh) and Ancients reaction to a darling who's blind and uses what they think is a regular cake hound to help see but it's actually one of those big lions from the Dark Cacao kingdom? If that's too many you can do just the ancients if you're willing. Also can I be šŸ° Anon?
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Eternal Sugar Cookie is.. so confused. She's gently trying to coax the lion away, but it's growling at her, and you're wondering what's going in. After a bit, she resigns herself to just floating nearby.
Mystic Flour Cookie is attempting to figure out how on Earthbread you tamed it. You seem so calm with it, and it with you, so surely there must be something special..
Burning Spice Cookie and Silent Salt Cookie both have similar reactions in that they'll let the lion be your guard for whenever they aren't around. Quite frankly, they really like it.
Shadow Milk Cookie loves the big ol' lion! Cute, ferocious, brave.. until it takes up your cuddling time. That's when he's ready to throw hands.
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deer!reader wanting to learn how to please pope bc all of her friends are doing it. heā€™s teaching her how to give head & pope is just like the best hands on teacher everrrrrr
may i be ur šŸ° anon?
āŠ¹ . āŗ šŸ©°ā‹…Ėšā‚Šš™š
ā€œi can take like, notes? if you want?ā€ pope offers unsurely, staring down at you.
ā€œno popey, sā€™gonna ruin the moment.ā€ you push your lips into a pout, staring up from your knelt position on the floor between his legs ā€” two hands wrapped around his leaking cock.
heā€™d noticed something was on your mind when you came back to his house in the evening after spending the day hanging with your girl friends. theyā€™d gotten to the nitty gritty of discussing boyfriends and relationships ā€” and you recall sitting up straighter in your seat, finally feeling like you were able to contribute something now that you were in a relationship with pope that was growing and transforming every day.
however, as the conversation progressed ā€” you began to realise you still had lots to learn, listening to the girls discuss in detail the sexual acts theyā€™d performed on their boyfriends, things you hadnā€™t got to do with pope yet. you wondered if he wasnā€™t satisfied with you, the insecure thought bouncing round your head and leaving you quiet for the rest of the day.
after communicating this to your boyfriend, heā€™d done his best to reassure you verbally that he was more than happy, and he was totally okay with moving at your pace. you did feel reassured, and you were glad the two of you were such open communicators ā€” but he knew there was only one thing that was going to make you feel fully better, and that was to teach you.
which is how you ended up kneeling, staring up at him in the cream and white frilly bra, the one that reminds him of a baby deer. youā€™re a natural, twisting your hands as you slowly and unsurely jerk him off ā€” pleased with yourself when he spreads his legs a little wider, adjusting his hips on the seat and wincing.
ā€œgod, okayā€” yeah, just like that.ā€ he blinks rapidly, body heating up at the way you stare up at him so needily, desperately seeking praise.
ā€œcanā€” should i kiss it? my friends said they like toā€”ā€
ā€œyes.ā€ he blurts out, louder than his previous gentle tone making your eyes widen slightly. ā€œsorry, yes, please.ā€ he rephrases, thighs tensing as he watches you lower your face, pressing pouty kisses all on his tip and gingerly flicking your tongue through his precum. ā€œoh my god.ā€ he moans.
you keep doing what youā€™re doing, and he resists the urge to be a head-pusher, knowing that was a brutish act that only someone to the likes of his best friend jj would commit. he strokes your cheek instead, taking some deep breaths before further instructing you. ā€œsoā€¦so if you want, you can take the tip in your mouthā€” jesus, good girl ā€” and start to suck on it? you can move yourā€¦ move your head back and fourth as youā€¦ wow, youā€™re really good at this.ā€ he finds it hard to concentrate as you quickly and eagerly take his advice as he speaks, watching you through hooded eyes and a slack jaw. ā€œfuck.ā€
he knows he shouldnā€™t but he discusses it with his friends the next day, foolishly thinking theyā€™d have any words of wisdom to bestow upon him. instead, he got a clap on the back from john b and an excited laugh from jj.
ā€œdude, this is great. she wants to learn, and you get so much out of it. think of it like ā€” sheā€™s the jedi, and youā€™re the master.ā€
ā€œthat would be a gross abuse of power, logistically.ā€ pope retorts, shaking his head at the boyish response.
ā€œdude, whatever. donā€™t be a dork. iā€™m saying youā€™re hella lucky.ā€
he smiles, because this was definitely true. with you, he always felt lucky.
āŠ¹ . āŗ šŸ©°ā‹…Ėšā‚Šš™š
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cherrycrushes Ā· 18 days
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Prt 2 or alt ending of ā€˜two sweetā€™ where reader slowly melts schlattā€™s šŸš©šŸš©šŸš© off by just her sweetness and sunny shiny personality/smile alone?
(can I bešŸ“šŸ° anon btw?)
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two sweet pt. 2 - oneshot
jschlatt x reader.
part one; part three
a/n: YES TO ALL AHAHA IM GNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSER OO OO AA AA
you and jschlatt exited the bed, trying to get a good start for the day. giggles escaping your mouth as his hair stuck up in an awkward position. he was wearing an oversized hoodie paired with his boxers and long socks.
"the last one downstairs is a rotten egg!" you yelled, already desecding the stairs.
"whatever!" the old man grumbled. even though he had a rude tone, you could tell he was joking as you detected a smile in his voice.
you were already in the kitchen, grabbing a pan that you were going to use to cook breakfast with. as you laid down the frozen pieces of bacon and eggs, you felt a hand grab your butt.
"ah!" you yelped. schlatt smiled, throwing you off guard a bit. "dude you suck."
"oh you wish you could suck harder," he replied with his ever so beautiful smile. as you turned around, you lightly slapped him on the shoulder.
you both stared at each other, making eye contact and not wanting to look at anything else. he lightly pecks you on the lips before walking away to turn on the television. instead of putting the nearest news channel, schlatt turned on a youtube music video.
the sounds of frankie valli's 'can't take my eyes off you' filled your ears. you hummed as you cracked eggs on the pan. schlatt came back to the kitchen, getting plates and utensils for the table. he was also humming, but it was definitely louder than yours.
as he set the table, schlatt couldn't help but think how much of an amazing housewife you would be. thoughts of him impregnating you just so he could see mini versions of the both of running around filled his mind. but he couldn't. you were too sweet.
"breakfast is ready!" you said, setting the bigger plate with food on it down.
"thank you, cupcake," jschlatt says as he presses a quick kiss on your cheek. to which you giggle in reply.
the music fades to 'the girl from ipanema,' by stan getz. you smile while savoring your food, as you see schlatt scarfing it down with a straight face.
"y'know toots, this song reminds me you," he states as he finishes his bite.
"how?" you hummed.
"well, just listen. tall, tan, young and lovely. the girl from ipanema goes walking, and when she passes, he smiles, but she doesn't see," schlatt mumbled with the music.
he looked up from his plate to see your awestruck smile. jschlatt could feel his heart burst and melt into pieces as he looked into your eyes. as he savored your expression, he truly believed you were too sweet for him.
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mechanical-sunchild Ā· 1 year
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hello!!! Long time no ask! Sorry for the slightly awkward re-introduction, but itā€™s so nice to chat with you again! :0D
Itā€™s also just really nice to have other Welcome Home fictionfolk to talk to! Itā€™ll be great to have someone to compare experiences with! For instance, Iā€™ve been noticing something since linking Barnaby, and Iā€™m wondering if itā€™s a Welcome Home thing, a dog thing, or even just a puppet thing?
Iā€™d almost compare it to a pack instinct? Like, obviously i miss our neighbors and want to see them again, but pretty much any medium-large group of people Iā€™m comfortable around makes something in my brain go ā€œYes! We are in a group!!!! Yipee!ā€
Itā€™s kind of become an inside joke with myself that ā€œpuppets are pack animalsā€ but Iā€™m really curious if youā€™ve experienced something similar?
-your neighbor, Barnaby
Hiya neighbour! Iā€™m just sorry that Tumblr doesnā€™t let everyone send asks any more, but at least this way you get to write to me a little longer than usual? If yā€™all ever want to move to discord or even e-mail, just let me know in a submission and Iā€™ll delete any usernames or other info you give in it. As for your pack instinct, maybe itā€™s a lil bit of all those things! I wouldnā€™t say all puppets like to be in groups, but it is easier to get along with other puppets maybe. Iā€™ve experienced a greater enthusiasm to be around people in general, a little more talkativness and higher energy. Maybe thatā€™s something similar?
- Eddie Dear šŸ’Œ
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luvxiem Ā· 2 years
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Aaah i really like your pink camelia story, especially shu's, it was really sweet. Thank you so much šŸ„ŗšŸ’•šŸ’•
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aaaaaaaaaaaa fr ?!?! šŸ˜­ shu's was the last one i wrote.... i actually had a hard time finding inspiration for him bc i don't rlly watch him that often...... so if he seems ooc then that's why šŸ˜­šŸ„¹šŸ’” im glad u enjoyed it tho šŸ˜–šŸ«¶
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gabessquishytum Ā· 4 months
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Alright alright. Heres another. How about: single dads au. Dream has just divorced Calliope. Her job means that she's traveling all over the world right now and as much as she wants to be in Orpheus's life, that's very irregular. Dream works from home. He's an artist who does work for himself but also on commission. He hasn't painted for fun since the fighting started with Calliope 6 months before the big break up. He's still taking work painting book covers and such. But it's not fun anymore. It all feels... flat.
Orpheus is in grade school and his thing is music. He has perfect pitch. Dream tries to relate but even music feels flat since his muse left of course.
He goes in for a parent teacher conference. Orpheus begged him to come because he needs to talk to his music teacher and be proud of Orpheus's perfect grade in the class. So Dream comes. There's one other kid there waiting his turn for the music teacher but he looks miserable, and his parent is nowhere to be found. There's someone in the room already so Dream and Orpheus sit down with this kid and wait. Orpheus runs off to the bathroom so Dream strikes up a conversation with the kid, whose name is Robyn and he's just awful at music he says. Dream, who is much better with kids than with anyone else really, tells him a secret - he's not very good at music either. Robyn is mystified how the parent of the best kid in class could suck at music. Dream learns that Robyn's dad is late getting here because he had work. And he won't be upset that Robyn is doing poorly but Robyn thinks he should be, he's upset enough about his grade for the both of them. Just as they're getting friendly, Orpheus cames back with another man, who he has obviously won over and is talking with animatedly.
Robyn lights up and runs over to his dad, hugging his leg. Hob has finally arrived. He grunts as Robyn runs into him and bends down to pick him up, even though the boy is like 8 or so. Hob settles Robyn against his substantial hip, the kid curling a little around Hob's belly. Robyn stage whispers to him that Orpheus is the best kid in music but apparently his dad can't hold a tune isn't that funny?
Dream and Hob look at each other as Hob chuckles, and Dream has two sudden realizations at once. 1) Dream hasn't felt this kind of attraction to a man, ever. He knew he could like men but it seemed just not as strong as attraction to women. But apparently that was because he'd never been attracted to a strong fat man before because holy shit would Dream like to be lifted like that against that belly. 2) Dream needs to get his hands on some clay right now and sculpt him. Suddenly it makes sense his art felt flat, it was literally 2 dimensional. And here is Hob taking up space fully in 3 dimensions and Dream needs to learn to sculpt right now to create his likeness.
šŸ°šŸ²
Dad Hob with an actual dad bod??? HELLO. This is a fat dad appreciation blog now.
Dream being good with kids is also such an underrated thing. He definitely puts Robyn at ease about the whole music grade situation (and he definitely thinks that no 8 year old should be worrying about grades, as he keeps telling Orpheus). When Hob sees Dream for the first time, he's immediately so enamoured with him, because anyone who Robyn takes a shine to must be an amazing person. It helps that Dream is drop-dead gorgeous.
Meanwhile Dream is wondering if it would be weird and insane to ask Hob to model for him right now. He's never even done a full sculpture before but he wants to get into his studio, have Hob pose, and just get to work. He's definitely staring at all the soft curves, the beautiful hint of double chin, the lovely slope of his belly. He just hopes that Hob won't get the wrong idea!!
They keep meeting in between appointments with the teachers, and all four of them head to the snack table that the PTA have organised. Robyn and Orpheus take their cupcakes and go play with some of classmates, and Dream is thrilled to be left alone with Hob!!!
"I'm an artist." Dream blurts out. "And i hope this isn't odd or intrusive, but. Looking at you has given me more inspiration than I have found in many months."
Hob blushes, which possibly makes him even more lovely. The colour in his cheeks floods all the way down to his neck, and probably goes even further down his chest.
"Creativity runs in your family, huh?" Hob tugs on his ear shyly. "Robyn loves his art. A whole lot more than music, bless him."
"You would both be welcome to come to my studio. Orpheus will be there, of course." Dream sweeps his gaze once more up and down over Hobā€™s figure. "I would not do anything to make you uncomfortable, I promise."
Hob leans in close. He smells so fucking good, like winter spices. Dreamā€™s mind is flooded with images in which Hob lifts him clear off the floor and holds him against his own plush form. It's Dreamā€™s turn to blush. Hob is so close, Dream could bury himself in that magnificent soft chest.
"I'm far from uncomfortable. Watching you go through a kind of sexual awakening has been a pleasure." He winks, and pulls away. The kids are coming back over. "I'll give you my number, and we'll arrange something. Okay?"
Of course the main theme of the evening involves both Hob and Dream being proud of their respective sons and showering them in praise. But it would be fair to say that both of them are very much looking forward to meeting again... perhaps in more intimate circumstances?
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there are so many mask options: the purge, the strangers, Jason and Michael Myers šŸ‘¹
A HALLOWEEN PARTY SHUTTTT UPPPPP Rafe would definitely dress up as the preppy blond guy from that first purge moviešŸ˜µ the mask!!!!!!! yesPLS
ORRRRRRRRR an 80s camp!counselor au where everyone brought a costume for a costume party (because it's october or wtv) and he's the creepy camp counselor that brought a Jason getup and won't stop following you aroundšŸ˜¶ā€šŸŒ«ļø
- šŸ°
OMG YES !!
Rafe and his friends all in matching purge costumes šŸ˜–šŸ˜– theyā€™re everywhere, no matter where you go, theyā€™re there. but in your drunk state, you canā€™t bring yourself to care and unknowingly dance with your stalker. It isnā€™t long until he drags you out of the house and around the back, the moonlight offering only a smidge of guidance.
He pushes you against the side of the house, his hands trailing up and down your body, his touch as hot as the summer air. Your protests die on your tongue when he drops to his knees, his mask falling to the floor as his head disappears under your dress.
ā€œW-Wait!ā€ You squeal, jumping at the feel of his tongue against your panties, swiping up and down your clothed slit. ā€œSomeone could see us!ā€
He doesnā€™t falter, if anything, he gets more eager. He mouthes against your wet panties, sucking your swollen clit through the cotton and even prodding his tongue at your sopping hole.
You cry out with trembling knees, the pleasure only heightened by the risk. You donā€™t want to get caught, but you also donā€™t want him to stop.
You hiss when his teeth pierce your inner thighs, the pain quickly soothed by his warm lips as he hooks your panties to the side, licking one long stripe up your cunt.
His lips lock around your button, sucking harshly as if he wanted it to hurt and you convulse, slapping a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans. A heat builds in your tummy as tingles rush through your nerves, and your eyes flutter shut when he slips a finger into your hole.
Heā€™s so messy and youā€™re so wet, you can hear the lewd noises over the booming bass inside the house. You canā€™t help but rock against his face, gripping his hair with one hand as you suck your fingers in a desperate attempt to stay quiet. Heā€™s making it harder with every swipe of his tongue and thrust of his fingers.
ā€œGood girl, come all over my face. I wanna taste you for the rest of the night.ā€
Damn, I guess I woke up slutty today šŸ«”
as for the camp counsellor auā€¦ me thinking of a rivals with benefits trope, heā€™s from the kook camp across the lake and youā€™re on the pogue side, being forced to watch their overfunded camp get all the new toys and fancy resources. You act like you hate him (you do) but when the sun goes down and the other counsellors/campers are fast asleep, you find yourself bent over in the back of his truck, moans silenced by your own panties as he fucks you silly šŸ˜© ā€œwish you could see yourself now, going dumb on my cockā€”that attitude of yours would improve real quick.ā€
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I like the idea of wholesome military Yuu. Probably accidentally makes people assume they're mean or scary but it's just a gym bro. During overblots they took everyone down so easily because of past trainings. Very cool scars they boast about but everyone looks at them horrified.
"Oh this from the time I got grazed with a bullet, very cool huh?"
"What.."
-also is it cool if I name myself šŸ° anon? I feel like I lurk around your ask inbox a lot, it's totally fine if I can't!
Please read all the dialouge in a fucking duke nukem voice.
This giant person approached Idia after they heard Idia mumbles self depreciating things abt himself himself under this breath. Idia is frozen and he hears boss music. "Hey man, stop putting yourself down, it's not cool. I know you can't see it but your character and strengths are pretty cool. I hope you can lean to see it in time." And refuses to walk off until Idia says something nice about himself, in which then Yuu daps him up and says "nice one dude"
"Hey man what are you? A dude, a girl a they?" "I don't have pronouns or gender. Those damn alien bastards stole them from me."
Ruggie being baffled at this mfer who makes bank back in their world be so frugal and down to earth. One day they say to Idia "you play retro games for nostalgia, i play retro games because i cannot afford new ones, we are not the same." And Ruggie tries to call them out.
"Actually I donate most of my millions to charities in need and enjoying sponsoring education for young children in less fortunate situations. Also, those damn alien bastards stole all of my newer consoles and deleted my save data."
They don't like Octavinelle. They're posers protecting a restaurant by Mediocre blackmail and threats of violence. "Booo where im from corporations make sure to stage your suicide by shooting you three times in the back of the head for speaking up about child labor"
They esp hate Azul. "Mindless corporations like yours forced me and my comrades across sea to commit atrocities on innocents and die over oil. You are not a cool dude, bro." Or just.
"You claim to know how to fight and use magic yet only fight against those who are weaker than you. This one is for my ignihyde friend that was bullied by you." And the trio just roll their eyes before getting steamrolled by this mfer in a real fight and almost end up in the ER. This is the same person who said "those damn shrimp bastards will pay for frying my rice and trying to break into the kitchen.
They advocate equal rights and just a good dude. Everytime they speak you hear a hard-core guitar riff. They are simultaneously the smartest yet stupidest person everyone knows. Everyone agrees that they're cool as hell tho. They hand Yuu a cold one and take off their glasses to wink, but underneath their glasses, they have another pair on.
They are just a walking shitpost
2) yeah i checked my blog and dont think I have cake (slice) anon??? Your cool, welcome aboard
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I kinda wonder if chia knows a manga called 'ganbatte douki-chan/ senpai is mine'
Although yes, the art is kinda suggestive but the romance between the female and male lead is quite sweet albeit slow and i want to request something like that with.. you guess it, shu!
Tho if chi hasn't read it yet, i wanna request mutual pinning with the sorcerer
Thank you so much chia! (ā *ā Ā“ā Ļ‰ā ļ½€ā *ā )
-šŸ°
Him, With Shu Yamino
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Warning !
Fluff ; Mutual Pinning ; Shu and Reader are Coworkers ; Friends to Lovers ; The use of (Y/n) once
A/n !
No, I have not, so I decided to search it up and.. read it, well it is quite. Interesting to say the least, the kouhai girl though :) ... it's making me frustrated. Lol.
āž¶ā—œā—āž“
Effortlessly gaining attention,
Effortlessly being attractive,
Everything he do seems, effortless.
Everyone seemed to have a crush on him, good God, there's no way he'll notice you among these people.
Is what you said on the first week of you both started working together, but he throw that fact out of the window by reaching out to you first.
He was overwhelmed over something, and needed help. Though he was quite shy asking for the favor. You told him it's okay, you'll help him. He was thankful for that, and ever since then he talked to you often, more often as the time goes on.
And you both become friends! And Your feelings towards him also grows as you continue being friends with him, sometimes it's hard for you to hide your feelings towards him.
And it's frustrating for you on how dense he is!
. . .
"Shu!-" You call out to him as your heart skipped a beat when he turned his chair towards you, looking at you curiously with his identic V-shaped smile. "Are you, free tonight?" You asked as you unconsciously fiddle with your fingers, his eyes soften slightly, "Shu~" Before the raven haired male could reply, he got cut off as he tilt his head towards the person who's calling out to him.
"Yeah?" He blinked confusedly at them, "Are you up for a drink tonight?" They asked, Shu blinked at them then glanced at you who's looking away and biting the inside of your mouth. He cleared out his throat and looked back at them, "Sorry, I have plans with someone else already for the night." He smiled apologetically as he scratch the back of his neck.
"Oh.. How unfortunate" You glance back at Shu who's talking with them, you don't know what to feel for that. You just hope there's no one coming in the middle of your time alone with him like last time.
Numerous time both of you had been disturbed by your coworkers whenever you're both are hanging out alone somewhere in a restaurant, he welcomed them warmly but you. You're quite annoyed by how the same damn person kept on encountering you and him.
It made you think that this person is following both of you whenever you asked Shu to hangout together, the fact that they also stick so, undeniably close with Shu making you want to just quit working.
. . .
You're now sitting across your coworker, he's eating noodles in front of you, he noticed you staring, and both of you made eye contact for one second before looking away from you, you cannot miss that slight pinkish color on his cheeks as he continue eating before asking you,
"Is there, something on my face?" He asked as he leaned away from the table wiping his mouth with some tissue, looking at you curiously. "Huh? Oh, uh no, no.. I'm, sorry for staring" You apologized sheepishly as you looked away embarrassed, he chuckled softly as he rest both of his hands on the table.
"I believe, you, want to talk about something?" He said as he played with the small spoon in his drink, "Ah.. well, I-" "Oh, Shuu! What a coincidence!" A familiar voice of your coworker ring into both of your ear.
You looked up at them same goes for Shu, who is quite, startled to see them here. "O, oh, hey.."
. . .
And after that they joined you both, sitting oh so godly close to Shu, making you no longer have appetite to eat. You're now just drinking your drink in frustration and disappointment, this is the nth time they found you and joined you.
You are convinced they're a stalker by this point, you glanced at them both as they talk to Shu, and shamelessly flirting with the raven.
You noticed how he glanced at you, silently asking for your help, making your heart throb for one second.
You then cleared your throat and gained their attention, they look at you confusedly, "Hm? What's wrong?" They asked, oh so innocently. "Sorry, I think you went too far on my boyfriend." You spat out, it took you a damn second to realize what you said.
Oh God.
Even Shu himself is also shocked at your word, but then he followed your lead, "B, Boyfriend? You? And Shu? Since when?? Both of you doesn't seem like lovers at work."
You are screaming internally at them, "I am not ready to show our relationship publicly, and it is none of your business anyway." You snapped back at them.
Both of you are almost attacking each other, if it's not for him to step in between you, the three of you will get kicked out from the restaurant.
. . .
And now both of you are walking next to each other in silence, you are way too flustered to talk after what you just said at the restaurant.
"...Thank you" He whispered, you glanced at him, not realizing how red your cheeks are. "Ah, It's.. okay, I'm sorry for suddenly calling you my lover." You apologized, he went silent, you encourage yourself to look at him.
And you did not regret it, you see how flustered he is as he looked away from you, his blush is visible all the way down to his neck. Making your heart skip a beat, you internally cursed at yourself.
He is so cute.
. . .
Day after day, week after week, so many things happened between you and him, also with that one coworker of yours. Literally making you go insane, but he somehow manage to keep yourself sane enough to continue working.
If it's not for him, you're probably going to quit your job.
You are so, frustrated, annoyed on how clingy your coworker is towards Shu, if only he realized your feelings towards him.
. . .
One night, both of you are working quite late night, only both of you are left in the office. Shu sometimes would come check up on how you're doing, to see if you're still awake or not because if you're asleep at the office that, is not good.
"(Y/n)" He called out to you as he walk to your table, to notice you have fallen asleep. He carefully approached you, he bended over slightly to see your face, his hand slowly reaching out to your face but he immediately stopped half way and gently pat your shoulder.
"Wake up... You can't sleep here" He said as he tried to wake you up, you groaned as you slowly stretch your arms out. Letting out a sigh, before looking around.
You look up at the familiar figure, slowly blinking at him. "Shu?..." He hummed softly as a response, "...I," You paused for one moment.
Thinking if you should say it or not.
You proceed to lay your head in between your arms that's on the desk, "....I like you, and it's.." You frowned, "Frustrating to see how they, ...cling on you so much.." You continued.
He didn't say anything, instead he grabbed a chair and sat next to you. He silently listen to you, "..My chest, hurts.. whenever I see them so close to you.. haha.. foolish of me huh?" You buried your face further as you pour your thoughts and feelings out.
Shu scooted himself closer to you, also resting his arms on your desk, he laid his head on top of his arm. Looking at you, "...Me too" he whispered. Making you slowly look up, looking at your side. Confused.
Both of you are so close, you can feel his warmth next to you, his violet eyes staring back into yours. "..Too?" You repeated, his eyes soften as he finally moved his hand towards your cheek.
His movement is quite hesitant, but the moment his hand touched your cheek, "I have feelings for you too" He looked away for a moment, cheeks flushed slightly in embarrassment. "I, ..have, fallen for you since the first time I saw you" he confessed.
Your heart skipped a beat when you heard his confession,
Him? He had liked you ever since he laid eyes on you the first time?
No way.
You were drowned in your thoughts, not realizing that you had been staring at him. "...I like you" he said, making you snap out from your thoughts. "..I was, so excited when I heard you call me as your lover" he said as he gently brush his fingers against your cheek.
"You did?" He nodded his head when you asked, now you don't know if you should call yourself dense for not realizing the hints from him.
Him, asking for your help instead of others.
Him, who would spare his time for you.
Him, that knows what you like and dislike from the conversation you have with him
Him, who had a gentle, loving smile towards you.
How did you not realize that, he had been treating you differently from others. Yet you didn't realize it, and called him dense? But the signs are not so obvious for you to see.
"...So" You trailed off, "Are we..?" He blinked before letting out a small chuckle, "We, confessed didn't we?"
. . .
That night, is a night you will never forget.
Both of you are now officials, Shu will lightly push your clingy coworker away from him since, he, belong to you now.
He would come up to you and pat your head, making you pout for him messing up your hair, but eventually let out a small laugh.
You'll hug him by the waist, making sure everyone knows that he belongs to you, and you, belongs to him.
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A/n !
Gah ! That's taking too long, oh no. Anywhoozies ! I hope you like this šŸ° anon !
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