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nabulsi · 1 year

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hi!! what about 28. "your smile brings me so much joy " for Naz & Morgan pls? 💖

hhhh i had so much fun with this. Thank you darling! <3 here's some gay fluff to feed ur soul

Rating: G Pairing: Nayzak Sarhan x Morgan Word Count: 607

The softness of dark oak tresses caress Nayzak’s arm as she inhales the scent of the ocean blanketing the horizon. Her legs dangle over the cliff’s edge. There is not a sound but the waves lapping the rocks below.

Morgan shivers and leans closer into Nayzak’s body, burrowing so deep into her wool cardigan that she is practically wearing it herself. Nevertheless, not a complaint leaves her lips. She is content to rest her head on Nayzak’s shoulder, keeping her breathing deep and steady. Her hands find their way to a freckled wrist, sliding down the milky skin to intertwine their fingers.

“Do you see why this is my favorite place in Wayhaven?” Nayzak’s voice vibrates against her chest, sending a thrill of warmth through Morgan.

The white noise sucks the poisons of the day out of Nayzak, replacing them with sweet rosewater—and it is all the sweeter with Morgan by her side. She watches the horizon blur into a kaleidoscope of blues in her unfocused gaze. The sky begins to grow dimmer as the sun sets behind them.

Morgan hums and turns her head to place a kiss against Nayzak’s shoulder. “Thank you for bringing me here.”

The sound of her voice melts against Nayzak’s senses. She feels the heat rise into her cheeks and the corners of her lips rise in a smile. Her heart skips against Morgan’s cheek.

“Thank you for coming.”

“Anything for you, cupcake.”

Nayzak bows her head in pastel embarrassment, her heartbeats rippling in her chest.

“I don’t tell you enough how much I appreciate that you like to do my silly things, even though they don’t always bring you much joy.”

Morgan shifts against her shoulder. “Who says I’m not finding any joy?”

Nayzak gives her a curious look, arching her neck down at her.

“The silly shit makes you smile,” she murmurs. If Nayzak didn’t know any better, she’d have thought that Morgan was falling asleep—a mental image that only makes it harder to form coherent thoughts. “And that brings me so much joy.”

If Nayzak’s smile could grow any bigger, it would breach the confines of her face and spill into the damp earth beneath them. She swivels around and moves to wrap her arms around her girlfriend. In the process, she knocks Morgan over, her back hitting the soft grass. She pins the vampire down with her own body and presses her lips to Morgan’s cheek.

Rising just enough to catch a glimpse of the incredulous look on Morgan’s face, a giggle bubbles out of her. “You’re adorable.”

Morgan, whose body had tensed for the briefest moment, relaxes into the ground, and gives Nayzak a defeated look. The shadow of a smile hides in the corner of her mouth.

“Naz,” she cautions.

“You love me,” Nayzak teases. “You really love me.”

Morgan reaches up, her knuckles brushing against the side of Nayzak’s face, leaving fairy kisses in their wake as her hand descends to settle behind her ear. She lifts herself off the grass, her face hovering close enough to Naz to make her breaths catch in her throat. The sound brings a self-satisfied grin to Morgan’s face.

“Y’know what else I love?”

Her breath is hot against Nayzak’s cheek.

Nayzak swallows heavily, eyes fluttering shut in anticipation. “What?”

Morgan’s arms securely encircle her. She feels their positions change.

“Staying dry.”

Before Nayzak can respond, she is lifted into the air. She opens her eyes to Morgan walking the both of them back through the trees towards her car.

“Killjoy!”

Morgan snorts, squeezing her gently. “You love me.”

And she does. She really loves Morgan.

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mblue-art · 10 months

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Happy birthday! My brain is like a boiled potato, so the quality isn't perfect, but I tried my best to write you a little birthday gift! May you have a lovely day!! 💖

Gifts and words of congratulations had been exchanged with laughter and joy as the day passed much too quickly, and yet as the first stars of the night began to twinkle in the sky, you found yourself swept away as Lust took your hands and twirled his way out of the room; you kept close as giggles erupted between you both.

He’d been an absolute delight throughout the whole day, greeting you with breakfast on the bed in the morning, a lunch at your favourite café at noon, a wonderful dinner picnic held atop the hill overlooking the ocean, and finally, a superior evening with friends where cakes of all types had been served. Truly, Lust had done his best to assure that this day had been the most wonderful for you yet, and you couldn’t see how it could become any better than this.

As you walked onto the balcony with him, you came eye to eye light with Cross, who stood nervously beneath the fairy lights. He’d been working to ensure the day had been perfect as well, though he’d preferred to stay in the background whilst Lust took the reins. However, now, when it was just you three, he regained some confidence as he relaxed his shoulders and allowed his eye lights to roam over your body.

“You look stunning,” he said, and although he might have mentioned it earlier today, it still made you blush.

“Thank you, Cross. You look quite handsome yourself,” you said, though laughed a little as Lust gave you a pouty but cute glance. “And so do you.”

Lust grinned as he pulled you further along, stopping only once the three of you were together. Cross brought your hand up to kiss your knuckles, and as he pulled you and Lust in for a warm embrace, he kissed the both of you softly, lovingly. And once it ended, Lust did the exact same thing, causing butterflies to form in your stomach as both of these silly skeletons didn’t spare any expense to shower you with love.

“Happy birthday, my love,” Lust said, giving your cheek an extra little kiss as he nuzzled in against Cross’s broad chest together with you once you all settled down onto the outdoor sofa.

“Happy birthday, my heart,” Cross added, kissing the top of your head before getting comfortable against the pillows cushioning his back.

Your throat felt tight as you laid with them both, comfortable and warm by their side as the day slowly came to an end. Their arms were around you and keeping you safe, and as your eyelids felt heavy with sleep, you finally allowed yourself a moment to relax and fall into a blissful sleep; knowing you’d wake up with either Cross or Lust carrying you inside and towards bed.

WH WH VALACRE HI!!! 🥺⁉️‼️ valacre wrote thing,, for Me,, ,??

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lusttt 🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕💜💜💜 // awh hes so sweet!!!

!!whZHDBWHSHCCROSS IS ALSO HERE // WWWAAAA THEY WORKED TOGETHER IM-!!! 🥺💜💙💜💘💘💘

AAAUGH THEYRE BOTH CUTE WWAITTTT 😭😭😭

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WWRAUGHHH MAHAL KOOO MI CORAZONNN /WAILS/ 💘💘💘 // (i dont think im ever going to recover from C calling me that, ohmylord /lh)

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Valacre this is very lovely, thank you,, 🥺🥺🥺 you took ur time to write this for me and i appreciate it lots thank u thank youuuu

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#hope u have a lovely day as well valacre!! 💙#ask #mblue talks #valacre #scenarios #hbd mb #gift #lmc

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flushedmusings · 4 months

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sometimes my eyes water and i think about how gingerly you hold my heart.

you hold it so gently in your hands, to keep me away from the truth, you don’t like me like i like you.

but what would you say if i showed you these poems?

the endless stream of playlists, letters, every morsel of time and energy that i poured into you.

what would you say if i stood atop a roof and lost my voice just yelling about you, and your calamitous hold on my heart.

so delicate, so fake. you hold it to protect me, not to love me.

what would you think if i just deserted you and spent my life in a self-induced solitude.

how could i release your chokehold on my soul? could i hide from your radiant sun, away from the burn of my cheeks and back into the cool rain from my own eyes?

could i stay in that cave and watch you from afar? admire your radiance away from the burn?

would you notice if i stayed locked in this cold tomb of my construction?

or would you still be so fixated on him?

he who i can’t resent due to the joy he brings you, but i cant exactly enjoy his company either. he who you brag about while i string these together about you.

what if i were to rip my heart out of your hands? and squish it myself, watch my hopes and delusions spill out on the carpet. because you won’t.

why don’t you watch me? watch my love for you leak out of my eyes and ruin the ink on the pages i filled in your honor. wouldn’t it be romantic? to watch me free myself from your ginger grasp on my heart?

could you stand it? stand to know how long i’ve been burning in your gentle warmth? how long i’ve waited for you? how many tears i’ve perspired in your name? i certainly can’t.

and sometimes my eyes water when i think about that.

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this one is more of a true journal entry than actual girlfailure poetry™️

it’s a bit manic and disorganized sorry, but hey at least you get some silly lore ?? idk man i’m loosing it:3

anywhosies i hope ur doing better than me and i love you guys have a great day 💯

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#love poem #original poem #poems on tumblr #poetry #cherry’s journal (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞!#love letters

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atlcscp · 1 year

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📌✨💢 for the hyperfixation asks ^_^

YIPPEEE THANK U GUYS FOR THE ASKS :3 LOVE AND PEAACE <33

📌How did you find your hyperfixation?

WELLL this is a little sillay story ^_^ for spiderman I had an entire character arc because I was introduced to it by my friend who was a huge fan of mcu spidey in 2018 and for SOME reason I decided it was cringe to ask more abt spiderman (I lost all my whimsy in 2018-2019) so I would deny liking spiderman WHILE dropping the least subtle hints that I wanted her to keep telling me more abt spidey. And well that did nawt work out</3 BUT BOOM !! NOW I AM SILLY AND WHIMSICAL AND I CONSUME LOTS OF SPIDEY CONTENT AND LOOVE TO TALK ABT IT ^_^ !!

if I could go back in time and tell my 2018 self 1 thing it would be to get some freaking whimsy and be silly with ur love for mlp and spiderman and whatever the hell and consume more content by urself<3 I am much happier now since I've embraced the silly :3 ALSO PLOT TWIST that friend only ever liked mcu spidey and after she dropped that interest I became the spidey friend for all my friendgroups so ! How the tables turn ^_^ ! And that's about it for interesting stuff </3 everythang else was cuz I consumed it from a young age :3

✨ what draws you towards your hyperfixation? what is interesting about it?

OHH YIPPEEE BABYYY I LOOVE SPIDERMAN FOR SO SO MANY REASONS ^_^ ONE OF THE LOVELIEST IN MY EYES IS THE COMMUNITY!! ofc firstly it's about what the character represents :3 how everybady has the power to help others and make a great impact in their own communities and can also do so just by being themselves <33 The community of fans all really love this idea and it is SO NICEYS !!! because they will show their love for the character by BEING NICEYS !! BEING KIND TO THEMSELVES AND OTHERS !!! like u know those people who dress up as spiderman and go to events to cheer people up and maybe even raise money for charity :] that's so everythang to me cuz its about helping others.. making others happy anonymously and getting joy from seeing others smile.. bwuh..

Personally Spiderman inspires me to keep my whimsy strong and to be the most niceys I can be to others :3 and their stories (ESPECIALLY E-1048 THE PLAYSTATION GAMDS) always make me smile cuz the in game communities and people are so loving and caring... and I think thats why It's one of my longest standing hyperfixes bcoz spideys are so so lovely and niceys which makes me happy and inspires me to be like that to make others happy too :]

Plus the diversity of spider people is so dear to me bcoz.. That's literally the manifestation of everyone around the world being like. Ohh I can be a hero and help people !! Just like spida man !! And it keeps that idea going stronger too cuz yeah peter parker already makes me wanna be niceys and help others but when i saw SILK... babygirl i dont even know u that well but oh my gosh... u look like me... THAT is insane it really hammers home that idea :3 ditto with most spideys having wildly different backgrounds, which is also cool and interesting bcoz u get to learn abt other cultures and other peoples stories thru spidermen ^_^ the character gives me so much joy and curiosity for the world and for others it's insane!!! Peace and love in the world :D

ALSO I GOTTA MENTION THE ART AND CREATIVE IMPACT FROM THIS COMMUNITY LIKE !! HAVE U SEEEN SPIDERVERSE !! HAVE U SEEN SPIDERMAN PS4 AND PS5 ... HAVE U HEAARD THE SOUNDTRACKS FOR BOTH!! Literally some of the most inspiring and incredible and just soul lifting art has come out of this community and inspired the rest of the world to keep its whimsy strong :] seriously the soundtrack esp for miles morales focused stuff is insane.. makes me feel so happy and inspired everytime ^_^ BOOM I COULD GO ON BUT YAA THATS WHY SPIDERMAN STAYS CLOSE TO MY HEART FOREVERR AND INSPIRES ME!!

💢 What do you NOT like about your hyperfixation? is there something you would want to change about it?

GONNA BE SO HONEST IM JUST A LITTLE GUY AND I LOVE EVERYTHING!! plus my hyperfixes are pretty niceys ,,, spidey, mlpfim, adventure time etc u really cannot go wrong ^_^ the only things I don't like abt them r the things purposely designed to make me dislike them. Like zephyr breeze and King of ooo, and even then it's cool cuz they do serve a purpose and tell important stories :3

Something I would have wanted to change abt mlpfim tho would be seeing chrysalis reform cuz honestly she was . Just being a mom :( she loved her hive and just needed to learn to accept that they really were healthier and happier when they evolved</3 Sawtooth waves on YouTube has an awesome video or two abt this and it's so real. Thorax was way too quick to try to convert all the changelings to adopt pony culture and i think chrysalis would have been a good mom and leader and an important piece of changeling culture if she reformed ^_^ bcoz all the other species have such cool cultures and changelings.. didn't really have any. Which makes sense but yknow !! A girl can dream :3

#I LOOVE TO SAY WHATEVER THE HELL !!!^_^#i could say more abt specifically e1048 spideys or abt mlp but :3 i wanted to talk abt thheese ^_^#and it is silly that my number 1 special interest originally started out with me finding it cringe </3 #litetally GROW UP AND BE SILLYY!!!#so glad i am not my 2018 self anymore im sure she would be glad to know i have so much fun with my fav fictional blorbos in my head #ask game #isa rambles #also also ik spiderman has a few issues people dislike esp in the comics and some movies but !! i gen have no idea whats going on at any t #i am just here for the silly spider man go thwip thwip freindly neighbourhood and do a flip

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kedsandtubesocks · 5 months

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erika!! i come here with a jar of honey 🍯 for no reason other than i find the emoji so cute 🥺 but i also have a little note for you!!! 💌

i am so thankful for you oh gawsh 🥺 i’ve mentioned a lot of it before already so i will keep this short!! but your presence is always such a delight 🥺 how you’re so welcoming, always so excited, sharing your ideas 🥺 your love for pedro is also so adorable!!! i smile wide every time i see him on one of your rbs 🥹 ur writing always leaves me gobsmacked & i am so happy you share it here w us 🥹

since this is gratitude themed, i also want to ask you!! what’s something you’re thankful for right now? 🥹 i hope this weekend is wonderful to you!! 🫶🏻

SEL MY ANGEL!!! Oh the honey you brought is absolutely PRECIOUS and I LOVE honey with some good fig jam and brie cheese and I’m so grateful you brought some cause of course I brought all the lovely snacks we can enjoy together 🥺🍇🧀🥖✨

This message feels like the first bite of thanksgiving dinner when your entire being just get so warm and happy to be eating such delicious food and in good company (well most of the time but with you it’s the BEST company)

Also you putting up with my Pedro feralness and calling it adorable, you deserve a medal LOL

But truly what I’m thankful for right now more than ever is YOU!!! To have someone as special and sweet as you just dropping by not just with messages like these but having you in my life is such an honor and blessing and I mean it 🥺

How you go out of your way to be so kind to everyone just makes me so grateful to know you and that we’re FRIENDS is LIKE!! INDESCRIBABLE!! Even for my little writer heart it’s just a feeling I can barely describe that so warm and bubbly it fills my little soul up with so much joy!!!! 😭🥹♥️💕

So I don’t care if I’ll sound silly repeating myself but I mean it when I say - thank you so very much Sel, for sharing your heart with us and with me from the bottom of my little gremlin heart I LOVE YOU!! 💝

Now I hope you stay warm and treat yourself to something sweet today got it?! 🥹💖✨

#I’m hugging you so impossibly tight Sel!!!#also the honeh emoji really is so cute and underrated thank you for reminding me of her BEAUTY AND GRACE!!!#i hope you have the most magical and beautifully kind rest of your day honey 🩷#Sel’s tag 🍭✨#sweet things 🌻#asks and such things 💌

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lxvebun · 2 years

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light of his life

request Hii! How are u doing ?? Hope u feel good! I really love ur blog! It’s sooo cute and lovely!! I really love soft sukuna (I’m melting😩) so could I request him baking with his s/o (neutral gender pls) like cookies or cakes and after cuddling. You can take off things if it’s too much! Take ur time and stay safe!!

buns notes: hi, angel! Thank you! Also thank you for requesting. its been a while since I have written for Sukuna and I really like him so I may went a little overboard but everything you mentioned should still be in here! I hope you enjoy this, angel!♡

content: Sukuna x GN!reader. Fluff. Little description of violence in the beginning (not towards reader) food. Sukuna is very in love <3. English is not my first language. Not entirely proofread. Around 500 words.

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No one would believe you if you told them the terrifying king of curses, the god who rips apart sorcerers without a second thought, would be able to hold love in his almost blacked-out heart. That tiny little light that's still in there is you, and despite the fact that he wants to be feared, and even though he can be cruel, he will never hurt you, and will make sure that tiny little light keeps glowing. To be honest, keeping that light glowing won't take much effort. He's already completely enamored with you, having any other emotions than love and joy towards you is out of the question. He'll stay with you for as long as you let him, and truly hopes that you'll have him forever.

It's impossible for him to cause you any harm, he's even afraid of holding you too tightly when cuddling. It is kinda a funny sight to see such a big, intimidating man press the softest kisses to your face to wake you up and to see him get a little whiny when you slip out of his arms. If someone told Sukuna thousands of years ago he would be behaving like this, he'd burst out laughing before giving out punishment as he sees fit, he's the king of curses! He doesn't have time nor interest in silly little mortal beings! Until he met you that is. Suddenly his heart started beating a little faster, the stars shone a little brighter, the air was cleaner and the morning sun shining on him felt more pleasant and warm, you made him feel alive and all those silly little mortal stories about love romance, and soulmates started to make sense and he couldn't imagine a future without you by his side.

He loves the life he has built with you now, Waking up to your kisses in the early hours of the morning before going to the kitchen together to bake cookies for breakfast while recounting stories from thousands of years ago, and getting sidetracked because you look so beautiful in the morning light, he can't resist pulling you into him for more kisses and cuddles; he blames it on being a king and greediness comes naturally to him. The sound of your alarm pulling both of you out of your little moment, and with a lot of bribing from you to Sukuna (extra kisses before bed), he'll let go of you and take the cookies out of the oven for you so he doesn't have to worry about you accidentally burning yourself. After letting the cookies cool a little, he prepares coffee and (your favorite drink) while you put the cookies on a plate and bring them with you to the garden that's full of roses and decorated with fairy lights. Enjoying the morning and eating desserts as breakfast while watching the sunrise. He wouldn't trade it for the world.

Thank you for reading bunnies!<3

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kimetsu-no-imagines · 3 years

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submission request

its ur bf write me rengoku porn rn before i kiss you in electrical- u know what i want 😩 ——————————————————————————- a/n : !!!!!! anything for u babe!!!!! a request from my bf,,,,,,,how special,,,,especially when haven’t written on here in forever,,,,,, warnings ; mugen train spoilers!!!!!!!!!! s o m a n y!!!!!! mentions of rengoku/akaza fight, alternate universe where rengoku lives it’s what we all want anyway, pre-established relationship/rengoku is your husband, breeding/pregnancy kink, rengoku living and dying (figuratively) between your legs, “dirty” talk but rengoku is such a loving man i don’t think it should even be called that here, uhhhh body worship but with his eyes? its very vague but it is there, boy just loves you okay, also none of this is proof read or anything if that matters word count ; 2,728

I’m Home

When you first hear about it, of course, like his fellow pillars, you’re terrified-thankful, naturally, that your husband at least hasn’t died, but the crow sent to inform you of the events of his mission, of his injuries, doesn’t exactly try to sugar coat anything, not even for you, his spouse.

Skull fractures from dodging the punch that would have smashed his eye completely, broken ribs from dodging yet another hit that, if he hadn’t moved back fast enough, would have gone through him and killed him-the details were gruesome, they were bone-chilling, it wasn’t as if you or anyone particularly enjoyed hearing about it, but one thing was for certain-you were relieved not to have lost him to this, to have lost anyone. Tanjiro and the others were so strong, so hard-working, and they were so young, with so much to live for-you couldn’t imagine how you’d feel if anything had happened to them, either.

There’s so much about it that pains you-not being able to have your husband home with you after he’d already been so busy with this mission and the ones before it, knowing how injured he was and how long it’d take him to recover at the Butterfly Estate, it was all… Torture. Not that you couldn’t go see him, of course-but Shinobu urged you to stay home and relax, you wouldn’t want to see him in the state that he was in, she promised you that much. Her crow did come by to personally update you on his condition every day or so, though-that was at least some amount of relief.

… Or, it would have been. You hadn’t seen any crow come by in a week or so, to the day-and yes, you kept track, because of course you did, you were an anxious wreck, and it’d already been months of your husband steadily recovering, or so you thought. Had he died from his injuries? Did something happen to the estate, were more people hurt? … Well. You supposed that was a silly thought, she lived so close to the Master’s own residence-no demon could get close enough to hurt them, with all the wisteria around both places.

You were so used to having your husband around to calm you when you thought about the worst things, like this-your heart hurt with anxiety and worry. What could you do but stand outside by the door, every day, for hours, just waiting for some sign, of a crow, of Shinobu herself, of anything?

It was another day that had gone by just like that-your feet and legs ached from keeping yourself up for so long, dried tear trails staining the sides of your face-you knew it was silly of you, you knew you should have tried to be at least a little stronger, for him if no one else, but… You just couldn’t help it. You hated this. You just wanted your husband back.

A dejected sigh leaves you as you watch the sun set for just one more moment before turning to go back inside, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes again-maybe tomorrow you’ll go up to Shinobu’s estate yourself. You couldn’t stand this for another–

“Hahaha! Now isn’t this strange! You’re running away from me!”

Your heart stops, and you freeze in place. What?

You feel him before you can turn to see him-chest pressed against your back, though soon you’re spun around and pulled up into a crushing hug anyway, and it’s all you can do to immediately start sobbing into your husband’s brightly-colored hair as you’re held.

“… Hello, my sweet,” His voice is no longer booming and jovial like it was a moment ago, but soft, gentle and meant only for you, as he squeezes you to him-you want to worry about the injuries he was supposed to be recovering from still, but you don’t want this to end, either. You suppose, he must have just been coming around the corner and through the gate when you turned to go inside-not that it mattered, all that did matter was that he was… Here, holding you.

“You must have missed me terribly!” All hearty, he laughs with you again, even if all you can do is cry in his arms while he rubs soothingly at your back, “But of course I missed you terribly too! I tried many times to sneak out and come home to you, but Shinobu or one of the other girls always caught me-”

You missed his voice dearly, you did-and you were still crying, but you couldn’t help but lean up and kiss him. It was something you usually did to quiet him, for sure, but right now you just… Needed him. And he didn’t seem to mind, hands happily and readily sliding down to hoist you up into his arms, never breaking from you as he carried you into your home.

“… Such a beautiful shouldn’t have quite so many tears upon it, you know,”He mumbles gently against your lips, and you sniffle as you finally reach up to start wiping at them, “I-I just missed you so much, Kyojuro, I was so scared-you were almost-you could have-”

“But I didn’t, and I won’t.” He interrupts you sweetly, but firmly nonetheless, shaking his head at you, “I am fine. I am healed, my love. I am still here to fulfill my duties-and I always will be. That includes my duties to you as your husband.”

“I…” It doesn’t feel like you should believe it-after what you’d heard of his battle, knowing he’d even just encountered an Upper Moon demon, this felt too good to be real or true, and yet… There’s such certainty and finality blazing in his eyes as he stares at you, all you can do is nod.

“… Alright.”

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… Really, all you had intended to do this evening, now that you had your husband home with you, was cook him his favorite meal and go to sleep with him, in his arms, for the first time in who knew how long, at this point. Truthfully, that had been your only goal. You wanted him to rest, no matter how many times he told you just how fully recovered he was through the mouthfuls of sweet potato you so lovingly prepared for him-and yet… And yet…

Well, you suppose you simply didn’t account for him wanting… Dessert.

“It’s been so long,” The words are mumbled around you, your flesh, as he greedily, really voraciously eats and licks you up from between your legs-you’d already known him to be feral when presented with the sweet treat only you could provide him with, but this was something else entirely, “-it’s been too long, my love, don’t you understand how very hungry I am?”

You don’t, but by no means are you going to let that stop either of you. You missed his mouth just as much as he missed your taste.

“K-Kyojuro-Kyojuro, I’m-Kyo–”

… He’s never been one to tease or deny you. And yet just as you’re about to cum, so close to the edge you could have tasted it yourself, he’s pulling away from you. His lips and chin and… Well, his face, in general, are so shiny with you-you easily forget your frustration and get lost in the blissful look in his eyes as he cleans himself with his tongue. “While you certainly are the most delicious thing in this world, my sweet,” He crawls up the length of your body so quickly, so desperate to smash his lips to your own, “-as I’ve told you, it’s been far too long. I want to feel you cum around my cock this evening. But I’m sure you have no complaint either way?” Any other day, you’d want to hit him, to get that cheeky look off of his face, but… You also can’t say you don’t want that. Maybe you really don’t have any complaints either way. “… You’re awful,” You huff up at him, but you nod, “… But alright.” … And yet he stays still. It would be so easy-you’re properly soaked, and the pair of you are completely naked, and yet your infuriating husband is just… Sitting there, hovering over you with a smile on his face. It’s a soft, loving smile-but you’ve known him so long, you don’t miss the mischief in his eyes. “… Can I not admire you, my beautiful spouse? Even for a moment, after I’ve been gone from you for so very long?” It’s not a crime for him to stare at you so adoringly-really, you’d love it if you weren’t as damn horny as you were. But... It has been a long time. He’s teasing, but as much as that’s true, you know he’s being earnest, too-his eyes flicker all over your form so carefully, meticulously re-memorizing every tiny detail about you. “... Even more beautiful then before I left you, dear one,” The way he murmurs it, so absently, it’s almost more like he’s saying it to himself, but his eyes raised to bore back into yours after a minute-clearly, he wants you to hear every word of what he’s saying, absent or not. “... Would you like to know something I thought about while I was away?” His love renders you breathless, speechless-it’s all you can do to nod up at him. “During the brief hours of respite I would get, I would think to myself... What would it be like to come back to you, our home... How would it feel, the joy of it all... And then, another thought had started to occur to me,” A sharp gasp tears through you as you feel a few fingers suddenly and swiftly beginning their work at stretching you out-sneaky man, he’d distracted you from his hands with his voice, and even then, he kept talking like he hadn’t done anything, “... What would it be like if I could come home to the sight of you all swollen and glowing with our child...?” Those words rob you of whatever meager amount of breath you had managed to regain. With your child...? “... Oh, my love, you squeezed my fingers so nicely just now,” He marvels at the sight, the feeling of you, worrying his lip between his teeth-you’re so pretty like this, is what he wants to say, but his mind is suddenly consumed by the thought he’d put into both your heads a moment ago. You, glowing with the product of your love in your stomach. You don’t fail to notice the twitching of his cock where it hangs all hard between his legs. “Do you like the sound of that, then...? Do you want to carry my children, our children, my dear one? I’ll give it to you if you just say the word-after all, what poor excuse of a husband would I be if I didn’t?” His fingers move in and out of you faster, frantic and eager to prepare you for him, now, as he almost rambles on like that-his words set your body, your insides, on fire. You do want it, you realize-it’s not something you’d given much thought to before, but here, like this, right now after spending so much time worrying about losing him? You really do want nothing more. “P-p-please, please Kyojuro, I want-please give me your children, I want it, I want you, please make me pregnant, my husband, please-” It’s not meant to egg him on, truly it isn’t-you just can’t help but beg with how badly you want it yourself. But that doesn’t mean you don’t delight in the way he seems to snap, just the slightest bit, above you, quickly removing his fingers from you to replace them with his cock-what you’d been waiting for since he laid you down in bed earlier. That felt like an eternity ago right now, though. The stretch isn’t an uncomfortable one, with the care he’d still taken to prepare you-you missed it, if anything, you missed him. And it’s clear that he feels the same-he’s gone so tense above you, arms trembling on either side of you with the restraint it takes not to move. Somehow, he still manages to keep up that bright smile of his, too. “Do tell me when I can move, my love. This is a bit unbearable with how lovely you feel!” ... As hazy as your mind was with pleasure, you couldn’t help but giggle. Even now, your husband was so... Endearing. So cute. Your bring your hands up to hold his face as you nod your head eagerly, over and over, “Please, Kyojuro-please, I want it,” You can see that he wants to worry about you, wants to ask you again to make sure-but he can’t, his body betrays him, his hips instantly slotting themselves against your own, pulling back only to quickly bring themselves back down, his cock pressing and rubbing against every bit of your insides as it moves in and out of you, over and over and over, so fast-and your husband hardly even breaks a sweat. ... His being a demon slayer, and a pillar, at that, had its perks, you supposed. His stamina was one of them. But he seemed to already be losing his composure, too, with just how long it’d been since you’d gotten to be so close. “This-this is embarrassing, haha-I feel like I could burst at any moment already-just-just thinking about how-utterly perfect you’d look, ah-” His hips stutter, and he stills for a second, to keep his own pleasure at bay for a moment-though he makes up for it with the hand that shoots down to rub and stroke at what his cock isn’t already touching, “-goodness gracious-how perfect you’d look, pregnant, my love-” As if you aren’t ready to burst, yourself. Did he suddenly forget about denying you mere minutes ago...? “M-my husband-my husband, Kyojuro, please, m-me too, just go ahead, please-please give me your child, give it to me, please-” “You’re really as difficult as you are beautiful!” The very wind is knocked out of you as you find your legs suddenly on either side of your head, as he fucks into you with a very renewed, fittingly fiery sense of vigor and passion, grunting freely every time he feels you wrap around him again and again, “I truly did want to take my time with you this evening, my sweet-how irresistible you are like this-I’ll have to savor you another time-” This position, the wildness in his eyes, the feeling and the sight of him-yes, the sight of him, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t see the bulge appearing and disappearing from your stomach-fucking into you desperately, all of it is far too much for you, far too overwhelming, but of course he revels above you in the way you clamp down on him and make a sudden, abrupt mess all over the pair of you, not to mention the futon underneath you. “So beautiful-so beautiful like this, my love-I-just the sight of you, you’re going to make me-goodness-” He leans over you and folds you in half even further, nose brushing against your neck, “I-I’m going to-I’m going to give it to you now, alright? I swear it, my love, my dear one, I’ll-I’ll get you pregnant, I promise, I promise, I--” It’s so intense, he almost roars as it washes over him, as he fills you up so completely it leaks out of you, with how long its been since either of you had any form of... Release. Your legs are released, and they flop numbly down against the plush futon beneath you-your husband can barely keep himself up, but he at least tries to be careful as he collapses against you, chuckling so happily against your shoulder while you can hardly keep your eyes open, let alone say anything. You wish you had the sense what was apparently so... Funny, right now. “... I love you, _____.” The biggest wave of tranquility falls over you, hearing those words. You can’t quite say much of anything still, but he knows-he sees it in your eyes when he looks up at your face. You love him too. Right now, that’s all he needs. “I really am so happy to be home, dear one.”

#demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #demon slayer imagines #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku x reader #rengoku smut #demon slayer smut #submission

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tothemeadow · 3 years

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I'm the pregnancy anon. I meant like while she was pregnant. Not necessarily the before, like she would already be nice and plump. That's why I considered it a hard ask. If it too much no worries. And I hope you feel better babe. ♥

yaaaay requests r open!! i adore your writing so so much !! maaam i have been missing your tanjirou content and would love breeding kink tanjiro but with a more subby tanjirou? not to say the other one wasnt good (it was FANTASTIC and i re read it all the time .///.) i would just really like to see ur take on subby tanjirou getting overwhelmed by the idea of his wife bearing his child 🥺🥺

Since these two requests are similar, I’ve decided to pair them together!

‘lucent’ / Kamado T. x Reader

warnings: NSFW, pregnant sex

words: 1,426

(a/n): Tanjiro is 18+ in this!

Sweet, sweet, sweet, such soft, supple skin…

You’re just so big, brilliantly so, and it’s all Tanjiro’s doing. His face flushes with the mere thought and a smile grows on his face. You’re going to have twins, aren’t you? That’s why your belly is so ripe, skin swollen and glistening.

Feet propped on his lap, you hum in contentment, your eyes scanning over the printed text of your book. It’s some raggedy old thing, leather bound with yellowing pages, but to you, it’s a treasure. Urokodaki was kind enough to give it to you, and Tanjiro can still envision the expression that played on your face when the older man gifted it to you. Tanjiro absentmindedly massages your feet, his eyes lingering on your tummy.

Gods, you’re breathtaking.

If he could stay in this moment forever, he would. Tanjiro’s so helplessly in love with you, nearly obsessed with all the finer details. You’re his, and he’s yours in return. Even better, there’s a tiny human growing inside of you, a symbol of the love the two of you share. And to think, soon you’ll be cradling that little bundle of joy, singing soft tunes and looking utterly ethereal.

“Tanjiro?” you ask, voice gentle. Glancing up, Tanjiro notices your eyes are on him rather than your book. “Is everything alright?”

“Things couldn’t better,” he responds, his blush darkening. Reaching for your hand, he snatches it in his hold and brings it to his lips, placing a kiss to the backs of your knuckles. “I’m just excited for the future is going to bring,” he says, placing both of your hands on your belly.

“I am too.” You beam at him and close your book. “You’ll be a wonderful father, Tanjiro. I couldn’t ask for any else to do a better job.”

Tanjiro’s heart flutters at the word “father.” It still feels like a dream, one that he could only hope to grasp, yet here it is, the very proof sitting underneath his hand. Subconsciously, he begins to rub his hand back and forth, warmth blooming is his chest and spreading across his entire being. This is what pure joy feels like. Tanjiro must be the luckiest man on Earth to have you as his wife, and now that you’re pregnant…

“I can’t wait to have a family with you,” he confesses. “Imagining all these little children crowding around you makes me excited.”

“I think that just means you want to take me to bed every night,” you tease.

Tanjiro bites back a smile. It’s not you’re wrong, not in the very least, but you don’t have to outright expose him like that. “I’m not arguing against that,” he murmurs.

“Ever the charmer,” you tell him. Placing a hand at his nape, you softly scratch his scalp. “That’s what you want, huh? To pump me full of kids until I can’t walk anymore?” At that, Tanjiro gulps, the pleasant warmth in his body shooting southwards. “You know what? If you play your cards right, I just might let you,” you purr, leaning forward.

Slanting your mouth over his, you kiss him slowly, deeply. Tanjiro’s hands shake lightly as you run your fingers through his hair, scraping his scalp. Your touch is too enticing, the flick of your tongue over his bottom lip nearly sending his eyes rolling towards the back of his head. Oh gods, you taste so sweet, and the flowery scent sticking to your glowing skin sets Tanjiro’s heart ablaze. But wait – no, that’s not it. He can smell the dampness collecting between your thighs. If he wasn’t already half hard before, this surely does the trick.

“Tanjiro,” you purr, tugging him closer. “Be a good boy and fuck me, won’t you?”

He can’t deny you when you’re like this. Your voice drips with honey, the saccharine sweetness making him dizzy. Oh, but the thought of him leaning over your swollen body and fucking you slowly nearly hurts.

“I… I might lose control,” Tanjiro admits, his eyelashes fluttering.

“I’m not made of glass, Tanjiro,” you say, caressing his cheek. “I’ve noticed you staring at me more so than usual. Honey, do you have a thing for pregnant women?”

“Only if it’s you involved,” he says, voice dry.

Leaning back, you pull him with you. Now flat on your back, your hands roam his body, tracing the hard lines of muscle through his yukata and gripping his ass. Tanjiro sighs as he kisses you, a large, rough hand kneading your thigh.

“Ah-ah-ah,” you breathe, pulling away from the kiss. “I don’t think I gave you permission to touch me like this.”

“Please, baby,” Tanjiro nearly whines, his tone borderline desperate. “You’re just so sweet and soft and fuck I want to make you feel good.”

“You always babble when things get to be too much…” A hint of a smile plays on your features. “You wanna fuck me, right? Stuff me with that fat cock until I’m crying out your name?”

Tanjiro’s cock twitches at your filthy words. Of course he wants to fuck you silly, to have you cream around his cock. You’d look so beautiful coming undone, swollen body covered in sweat and cum-

“Ah, shit,” Tanjiro gasps as you grasp his cock. “When did you-“

“You think too much,” you tease, slipping your hand over his exposed chest. Your hands are surely deft, having undone his yukata without him even noticing. Oh, but your touch is magical, brushing over his abs, the swell of his pectorals. His breath hitches as you pinch a hardened nipple; licking your lips, you guide his hands to your own yukata. Tanjiro wastes not another moment, tugging your yukata open and nearly drooling over the sight of your smooth flesh.

Somehow, exposed like this, you look even bigger. He’s the one who got you all pretty and large like this, and he’d be lying if his heart didn’t pick up its pace at the thought. You’re having his baby, you’re having his baby, holy shit-

“Can I fuck you?” Tanjiro nearly pants. “Please? You’re so gorgeous, all swollen like this; I really, really want to fuck you,” he babbles. “Please, baby, please.”

Dropping his hips, he grinds his cock against your sopping pussy, a breathy moan slipping from his throat. Fuck he needs this so, so bad. Don’t tease him, please, he needs to fuck you until you’re feeling as dizzy as he is-

“Show me what you got, honey,” you purr, bringing his head to rest on your shoulder.

A throaty grunt fills your ear as Tanjiro pushes in, your velvety walls clamping down around his cock and sucking him in greedily. He doesn’t know how, but you feel even tighter than before. The smell of your slick has him panting wildly, your warmth and silky skin beckoning him to fuck you. Mouthing at your neck, he sets a steady pace, cock driving in deep. You have to become as desperate as he feels, beg him for another child, for a whole fucking family. He’ll answer to your every beck and call if it means you’ll humor him, shower him with love in and outside of the bedroom.

“Baby,” he murmurs, a pleading lilt to his tone, “you’re gonna make me cum so hard. Mmph – yeah, move your hips just like that. Keep squeezing…”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” you murmur, clenching even harder around his thick cock.

Tanjiro whimpers, his hair tickling your cheek and neck as he nods his head. “Please let me cum,” he says, thrusts quickening, becoming more desperate. Dropping his head, he mouths at your swollen breasts, tongue flicking over a nipple. A hand slips between your legs, fingers expertly locating your clit and rubbing furiously at it, eager to have you cum alongside him.

“Please,” Tanjiro cries, “lemme cum, lemme cum, cream around my cock, baby, ohhh-“

Choking on a gasp, his movements turn frantic as he bucks into you. Before long, his orgasm rips through his body, leaving him moaning your name as his cum fills you to the brim. Still, his fingers continue on; you are going to cum, whether you want to it or not. Your nails sink into the meat of his shoulders as you convulse around him, a breathless noise erupting from your chest as you arch into him.

“Tanjiro…”

“I got you, baby,” Tanjiro coos, hands trembling lightly as he clutches your face. With a small smile, he kisses you, the flush on his cheeks unbearably warm. “I’ll be here, always. I’m not going anywhere.”

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer x reader #tanjiro kamado x reader #kamado tanjiro x reader #tanjiro kamado #kamado tanjiro #request

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lordabovehelpme · 3 years

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hi um i luv ur stuff it's so cute! I was wondering if you could do a cute blurb where the reader LOVES to star gaze and mando wakes up one night and gets worried about where they went, but he goes outside and sees that they are sitting on top of the razorcrest and he joins them, then they fall asleep on him and he takes them down and it just ends in cuddles? Sorry if that was too specific BUT I LOVE YOUR WORK 🤩🥺

Stargazing- Din Djarin x Reader

Summary: the mandalorian catches you watching the stars.

A/n: wait okay this is literally the cutest ask! I love this idea, and no, it is not to specific. I stopped everything to sit down and write this, haha. Thank you for this! Also I am so flattered! I am so happy that you are able to find joy in my writing. That is all I could ever ask for! :)

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The soft breaths of the mandalorian flow through the ship signifying his slumber. The child is asleep in his pod, clutching the metal ball from the cockpit. It’s the middle of the night on some deserted planet that Mando had decided was safe enough for you all to stay for a couple days.

You grab one of his old cloaks and wrap it around yourself. Slowly and quietly moving through the ship you make way for the outdoors. Climbing to the top of the Razor Crest, you lay down and stare up at the stars, peace instantly filling your soul.

He awoke when he heard shuffling from your bunk. Sitting up he watches as you make way for the door. Worry fills his chest, wondering where you were going. Were you leaving him? His heart clenches at the thought of never being able to see you again. Silently, he stands and follows you.

When he walks outside he can’t see you. Fear fills his body when his visor can’t pick up any heat signatures on the horizon. His heart stops and his mind works a mile per minute, creating scenario after scenario of where you are and why you left him. It all comes to a halt when he hears a soft clang above his head.

There you are!

He climbs up the ladder on the side of the Crest. “Why are you up here?”

You squeak and jump off the ground about two feet, shooting up into a sitting position; he chuckles. “I- I couldn’t sleep.” Warmth rises to your cheeks as you clutch your heart.

The mandalorian doesn’t say anything, urging you to continue. Unbeknownst to you, but he is filled with relief.

“Um. Whenever I can’t sleep I like to stargaze. It always calms me.” You play with the hem of his old cloak that is wrapped around your body. “Do you want to join me?” It’s a whisper but his helmet easily picks up your inquiry.

He climbs up the rest of the ladder and sits down next to you, before falling back and laying just as you were. You look at him before laying back down yourself.

It’s quiet but you can almost hear the sparks of tension between the mandalorian and yourself.

“It’s pretty.” His voice is still husky with sleep, it snaps you out of your thoughts.

“Oh...um...yeah.” You exhale. “It has always fascinated me, the stars.”

He turns his head to face you, the reflection of the orbs twinkle in your eyes. You look ethereal.

“It’s so amazing how we can see so many worlds at once. Like maybe on that planet,” you point to a random light in the sky, “maybe someone is getting married.” A smile works its way onto your face. “Or on that one a child just had its first word.” Giggling at the thought, you continue. “So many people are going through so many different things, it's really astonishing. Like there are galaxies and universes out there that no one has discovered yet. Worlds completely the opposite of the one we are used to. So many untold stories lurk out there!”

He can not only see the passion you hold, but also hear it in your voice.

“My mother used to criticize me for stargazing. She said I romanticized the cruel world too much and that it would eventually bite me in the butt. I don’t know though... It’s also just so cool how they are giant balls of energy and life! I mean like how can you not romanticize them?” You huff at the memory of your mother lecturing you on how you need to focus more on life than on silly stars. “Sorry, I’m rambling.” Realizing you’ve gotten carried away again.

“No! No, I like it. I’ve never thought of it like that before.” The mandalorian assures you. “The beauty of the stars is something I’ve taken for granted.”

You turn to him and smile at the intimacy and vulnerability at this moment.

“When you’re someone like me, you really just go through the motions of life.” Longing fills his voice. “I’ve never stopped to really appreciate anything.”

A cold wind rushes over your body and you shiver, clutching his old cloak closer to your body. A strong arm wraps around you and pulls you closer to him.

“Come here, cyar’ika. I’ll keep you warm. I want to hear more about them from you.”

You snuggle into his side and look back up into the sky. Security and comfort washes over you in his arms.

“I like to believe that our destiny is written within these lights, that everything happens for a reason and that the stars guide us to where we are supposed to be. In fact, when I was little I would try and actually find words in constellations.” You chuckle at the memory before yawning. “One time I swore I saw the word, love, written out.”

The mandalorian smiles to himself at your memories, running his fingertips over your arm in a steady rhythm. “I guess I should thank the stars then.” He hears you murmur out why but he can tell you are on the cusp of sleep.

Before he answers, he listens to the steady flow of your breaths. Warmth fills his body becuase you fell asleep in his arms. The fact that you trust him so much holds more power over him than he will ever admit.

He sighs and presses his head ontop of yours, his way of kissing you with his helmet on.

“Because they brought you to me.”

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I hope this is what you were looking for! I’m sorry it is kinda short but I am just really happy with where it ended. Thanks again love! Please never hesitate to send anything else in! :)

Love, Lordy.

#din djarin #din djarin x you #din djarin x reader #soft!din #mando #the mandalorian #mando x reader #mandalorian x reader #organiclemonade

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littlelovelyspiderling · 2 years

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OMG UR LATEST SPIDERMAN FIC WAS SO CUTE

I kid u not, I actually cried when the Peters had the talk about coping with a loss. I had lost my mother not too long ago; going on 3 yrs in November, and I wasn't myself for a long while; even some of my school bullies were concerned about me. But then I remembered Psalms 30:5, "weeping may stay for the night, but joy always comes in the morning"

Now, whenever I talk about my mother, I do it with a smile on my face. It still hurts, but not as bad as it did in the beginning.

Ur fic really touched me in a way that I never knew I needed, and I can guarantee u that I'm not the only 1 it touched.

Keep up the amazing work! I can't wait to see what other NWH u have it store🙏🏾🥰😊

omg 🥺🥺🥺 this both broke & warmed my heart. i’m so sorry you’ve suffered such a devastating loss, but i’m glad my writing brought you some comfort 💕 i know my stories are mostly silly & fun, but i do try to imbue them with some earnest moments that i hope resonate with the characters & my readers.

thank u for sharing, ur such a strong person 🤍 i hope my stories continue to bring happiness to you and anyone else out there who reads them!!

#asks #kind reader friends

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scarletemeterio-thesecond · 4 years

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hey there!! could i possibly get a sokka x beifong reader where the reader is tophs older sister and she’s also a earth bender? i’d just think i’d be interesting!! as for plot i’ll leave that up to u!! (pls have some angst in it tho i’m a sucker for angst) i love ur writing btw!! 💖💖

Omg!! My first Sokka request!!! Thank you so much for requesting and for your nice words! 😊 I hope you like it!

A/N: Reader is an earthbender but I just couldn't put any situation that involved bending or fighting.

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Trying Again (Sokka x Beifong!Reader)

Warnings: mentions of death.

Genre: Angst, a bit of fluff.

Fandom: Avatar, The Last Airbender.

Summary: Reader has had her heart broken before and is scared to fall in love again.

Word Count: 2097

Your life changed completely the moment you and your sister decided to join the Avatar. You knew your sister was meant to do great things and the fact that she wanted you by her side filled you with joy; and this was also a great opportunity for you to finally try to let go of your past, but it would obviously take time.

To say that you'd had your heart broken before was an understatement, and you didn't want to go through all that hurt again. So even though you liked Sokka, you promised yourself that nothing would happen between the two of you.

The boy, on the other hand, tried from the very beginning to get closer to you. So at first, you were just some really close friends, you complemented each other perfectly. And that was all you were for a while, best friends who were always there when the other needed it, but soon it was evident that you were starting to develop feelings for each other.

When you realized, you nearly panicked, and your first reaction was to try to put some distance between you two. Of course, it didn't really work. You hated to admit it, but he had become a really important part of your life, and the thought of not being by his side, or hearing his laugh, or feeling his arms around you whenever you felt sad, was just too much for you. So you decided to just constantly remind yourself that you were just friends while still spending almost every waking moment with him.

This went on for months, and you even thought that you liking Sokka was just in the past, some silly crush that ended up fading away. But it was the little things that showed you that he was more than just some crush. The first time you saw him in his Fire Nation clothes, you couldn't help but think that he looked really cute; you didn't pay much attention to it, though. However, when you were forced to spend time without Sokka since he was with his master, you realized that you didn't just like him, but that possibly, you were even in love with him. That was when you decided that it was enough, that no matter how much it hurt you, you just couldn't let yourself go through all the pain you'd experienced in the past.

So you started avoiding him. Of course, your behavior didn't go unnoticed, but whenever he tried to talk to you about it, you just changed the subject. But on the day of the invasion, you almost confessed your feelings. It was just a difficult situation and the thought of possibly losing not only him but also the rest of your friends really frightened you. Even though you didn't actually say anything about your feelings, you did let your guard down a bit, and Sokka thought that maybe whatever had made you act so different around him was gone, but he was wrong. When you got to the Western Air Temple, everything remained the same between you two.

He truly began thinking if he had done something wrong, and he began asking for advice from everyone, even Zuko once he joined you. Everyone said different things, but they all seemed to agree on something: he had to talk to you. The question now was how? How would he talk to you if you didn't even look at him? He still tried, though. He tried to catch you by yourself so you wouldn't have any chance to avoid him, and sadly for you, he succeeded.

You were washing your clothes with Katara when she went to her room to look for something. That's when her brother showed up and it was impossible for you to run away.

"Can we finally talk, (Y/N)?" He asked as he kneeled next to you.

"I don't see why we should," you answered without looking at him.

"Are you kidding me? You've been avoiding me for, like, weeks!" He sounded desperate, even you were aware of that, and for a moment it made you feel bad, but you quickly brushed that thought away. "On the day of the invasion I finally thought that we would go back to the way we used to be, but things got even worse. What happened, (Y/N)?"

"What happened before the invasion was a mistake," you explained. "We were practically between life and death, and whatever I said wasn't true."

"(Y/N), but-."

"But what, Sokka? What do you want me to say?" You snapped. "You want me to say that I'm sorry? Well, the only thing I'm sorry for is becoming friends with you," you regretted your words as soon as they left your mouth, but at the same time, there was a bit of truth in them. If you hadn't become friends with Sokka, you wouldn't have fallen in love with him, and none of this would be happening. He looked at you with a sad expression on his face, and he got up.

"I can tell something's wrong and that something's hurting you, but I don't think is fair to avoid me like that," he began walking away but stopped for a moment to look at you again. "I just hope we can fix things between us, (Y/N)," he said loud enough for you to hear him. He finally left and you let your tears fall from your eyes, you never thought that while trying to protect your own heart, you would end up breaking it more.

Right after Sokka left, you heard some footsteps behind you.

"I don't know who you are but, please, leave," you asked whilst in tears. You realized that they had paid no attention to you and approached you anyways.

"What's wrong, (Y/N)?" You heard your sister ask.

"Toph!" You exclaimed, surprised, trying to get rid of your tears. "What do you mean? Nothing's wrong!"

"You were crying," she said. "And in case you forgot, I can also tell you're lying." She sat by your side, where Sokka was just a few moments ago. "I'm not leaving until you tell me."

"It's nothing, Toph, really. You don't have to worry about me."

"(Y/N), you're my sister, of course I worry about you," she placed a hand on your shoulder. "Now, who do I have to fight?" You let out a soft giggle right before feeling tears in your eyes once again.

"You should fight me because I keep messing everything up," you mumbled.

"Let me guess, is this about Sokka?" You looked at her with surprise in your eyes. "I don't know why you're so surprised, you seem to forget I know you like the palm of my hand."

"Then you already know this is about him."

"What's about who?" You heard Katara ask a few meters away from you. When she was close enough, she saw that you'd been crying and suddenly everything made sense to her. "Oh, you've already talked to Sokka, haven't you?" You looked at her completely confused as to how she knew you'd talked to him. "He told me to leave you alone for a few minutes, he wanted to talk to you."

"Yeah, well, we talked."

"I'm assuming things didn't go very well," she commented. "What happened?"

"We fought, okay?" You yelled. "And I totally ruined everything."

"What are you talking about?" Katara questioned as she sat on the floor.

"I basically said that I hoped I'd never met him, and I hate myself for it."

"But why? What happened? I thought it was pretty obvious that you liked him!"

"Toph!" You desperately looked at Katara and she slowly waved her hand.

"It's okay, I already knew," she said. "We all did."

You groaned in frustration and lay on your back. "I just don't want to get hurt again," you mumbled.

"(Y/N), I know you're scared, but you can't live in constant fear," said Katara in a comforting way. "I don't know what happened to you in the past, but you can't avoid love forever, it will only end up hurting you more."

"She's right, (Y/N), and you know it," mentioned your sister. It was true, you knew Katara was right, but you didn't know if you were brave enough to face your fear.

A few days went by and everyone could tell there was a lot of tension in the air, but no one said anything. Sokka didn't even look at you anymore, and you thought that maybe he already hated you. You'd had trouble sleeping the last few nights, and you knew that today would be no different. You had already finished dinner and were walking towards your room. You lay down and tried to sleep. You managed to, finally, but you woke up thanks to a nightmare. You stayed there for a while, thinking about the mess you'd got yourself into. Since there was no way for you to go back to sleep, you got up while letting out a groan and decided to just walk around for a bit.

You were a bit surprised when you realized that the fire was still shining bright and you saw someone sitting next to it.

"I know you're there, (Y/N)." Sokka's voice scared you and you cleared your throat before speaking.

"I was just leaving, don't worry."

"Wait, stay here," his voice was calm, and the only reason you heard him was because it was just the two of you. He got up to look at you, you walked up to him, and stood next to him.

"How did you know it was me?" You whispered.

"Who else would be awake in the middle of the night?" He questioned. "I also saw your shadow."

"I thought you hated me, why do you want me here?"

"Well, I'm not your biggest fan right now, but I could never hate you. And to be honest, I miss your company."

There was a brief silence between you, and you couldn't help but feel guilty about what you'd said the other day.

"I miss you too, Sokka, and I know I'm a jerk, but I just want you to know that I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I forgive you," he said.

"How could you forgive me so easily? I truly don't deserve you," you whispered.

"Because, as I said, I know you're hurting. I don't know why, but I know you well enough to see that you're not okay," he looked at you with a sweet and sad expression in his eyes.

"Could you hug me, please?" You started crying as soon as you said that, and you buried your face in his chest. "I don't want to get hurt again, Sokka."

"What do you mean, (Y/N)?"

"I fell in love once and it didn't end well, so that's why I started avoiding you, but I realized that my own actions were hurting me too."

"Hey, look at me," you pulled away a bit and he cupped your face with one of his hands while he placed the other on one of your shoulders. "I would never do anything to hurt you, (Y/N)."

"How can you be so sure about that? How do you know we wouldn't hurt each other?"

"I can't, (Y/N), the future is uncertain. But if there's one thing I'm sure of is that I love you and that I don't want to be away from you anymore."

"I really want to be with you, Sokka, but I feel like there's a battle between my heart and my brain. I'm scared," you admitted.

"I'm scared, too, (Y/N), but we'll never know what could happen if we don't try." You placed your hand above the one he had on your face and you finally looked at him in the eye. You didn't want to live controlled by fear anymore, and you realized that what he said was true.

"I love you, too, Sokka," you whispered. You put one of your hands on his face, cupping his cheek. You two got closer together and finally, you felt your lips against his. Your other hand went to the other side of his face and his arms wrapped around your waist. You two pulled away and placed your foreheads together.

"I promise I'll do my best to make you happy," he mumbled.

"Me, too, Sokka," you hugged again and stayed there for a while, never wanting let go of each other, hoping that moment could last forever.

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EEEK I WAS SO EXCITED TO JOIN UR CELEBRATION i knew it wouldnt be long til u post it🦋

can i get 🌷 im a female she/her, ravenclaw, im easily bored n a perfectionist idk if being easily bored is a personality or not lol facts abt me: im using a baby towel as my towel, im using a baby lotion, i love to collect anything that has simba from the lion king in it bcs my fav animal is lion n my fav movie is the lion king n i like to bake😋 ship me w whoever give me the wildcard!

i wrote 4 facts hshdhshs but i hope thats okay congratulations again my love😘

my sweet naila 🥺 thank you, my popcorn 🍿i really hope you like it!

✨ 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝟓𝟎𝟎 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ✨

and because i know you, i ship you with...

draco malfoy

Hakuna Matata?

note: just an alternate universe where draco doesn’t become a death eater

On a spring afternoon, Draco told you:

"You're wrong, you know?"

Your eyebrow arched. "Why do you say that?"

"Because it's true" he chuckled.

"Draco" you turn your body so you can face your Slytherin boyfriend "I'm sure we spoke for the first time in Hogsmeade."

"You're wrong" he repeated, still with a presumptuous and funny tone.

You huffed. "So, will you tell me when we first spoke?"

"Professor Slughorn had just passed us an assignment on Everlasting Elixirs..." Draco smothered a laugh when he saw your eyes widen.

"Oh no..."

"Oh yes"

And in fact, Draco was right.

The first time you spoke was after a Potions class during your sixth year. You had stayed in the classroom to ask some questions to Professor Slughorn about the assignment you were supposed to do, and for this reason, you were late for your next class.

You ran down the corridors to get to the Charms classroom, but you always were a little clumsy and stumbled on your own feet. For your luck - very lucky - you find something to hold on to: the platinum blond boy's robes in front of you.

Draco is pulled back when he feels something grabbing on his Slytherin robe. "Hey, be more careful" he said angry and when he turned to find out who had dared to do such a thing, he sees you and, for a moment, he is lacking of words.

The Slytherin boy kinda knows you.

"The Ravenclaw girl that smells like baby lotion and vanilla. What is her name...?"

But he didn’t have time to ask you anything because the second you two run into each other, you start saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." and quickly pick up your stuff that fell to the ground before running back to your next class.

He realized that you missed your quill. Unwittingly, Draco opened a smile and picked up the object, keeping it in his pocket.

"You stole my quill!" you exclaimed, pointing a finger in the direction of your boyfriend. "I've been looking for it for days!"

"In my defense, I wanted to give it back to you," Draco explains, "but you always ran away from me.

Once again, he was right: you, in fact, tried your best to avoid any contact with Slytherin boy; this was because you were aware of his arrogant fame and didn't want to hear any unpleasant words, but this never happened.

"Here" Draco extends to you the quill.

A surprised look appears on your face when you take the familiar object in your hands. "Have you kept it all this time?" you ask with curiosity.

He shrugs. "I was waiting for an opportunity to give it back to you, but..."

"But?" you insist.

"We met at Three Broomsticks... so I decided to keep it to myself."

Months after that first "conversation", you and Draco met again.

You were entering the pub at the same instant he was leaving; and for the second time, you bumped into each other.

"Can you tell me if this will become an annoying habit?" the blond asked in irritation.

But you ignored him completely, your neck rising up and looking around the place, searching for something; apparently your friends hadn't finished their shopping at Honeydukes yet.

Draco snapped his fingers in front of you, catching your attention - hating to be ignored.

"Ah" you gasped, remembering the Slytherin boy’s presence "I'm sorry, I thought I was late and...".

"Is that why you're still wearing a towel?" he questioned amusingly, pointing towards your neck.

To your horror, you still carried your Lion King towel over your shoulders and thought you would regret for all eternity to embarrass yourself in front of Draco freaking Malfoy, but fate had a funny way of executing its plans.

"But what's this weird thing?" was the question that started your relationship with Draco.

The second time you talked was much longer than the first; you sat at a table at Three Broomsticks and drank butterbeer while you told Slytherin boy the story of Simba.

Draco hadn't found the story super interesting, but he had definitely loved being able to feel your baby lotion and vanilla perfume more. He had loved to hear the sound of your voice. He hadn't been able to take his eyes off you while you made exaggerated gestures with your hands trying to describe scenes from the children's movie - he thought you looked beautiful, very beautiful.

You said goodbye to each other when your friends showed up next to your table holding Honeydukes' bags. And you thought you would never talk to Draco Malfoy again, but you were wrong, because, that night, he went to sleep thinking about you.

The third time you talked was the next day when Draco kicked out your partner from Potions to sit next to you. Professor Slughorn couldn't care less about the exchange of partners and gave you an assignment to do in pairs.

As you continued talking with him, you realized that the blond Slytherin boy might not be so unpleasant.

The first time your heart beat faster when you were in Draco's presence was when he held your hand when you were about to add an ingredient to the potion you should prepare together.

"Silly girl" he had said with a smile "you have to prick it first.

Then, one afternoon you were in Hogwarts library, researching in several books what you could include in the Potions report that you should write in pairs.

"We should put this" Draco pointed to a line on the book's page.

It took you a few seconds to read what was written and you shook your head. "No, no."

"Why not?" The blond frowned.

"Because it's too obvious!" you huffed. "I bet everyone will write the same thing."

"Maybe because it's right?" he said almost incredulous.

"Writing something right, but still different is what will make us stand out," you winked.

And it was on that day that Draco Malfoy realized that he might be in love with you.

Your first kiss was a few days before the end of the school year, after a hard exams period, you were sharing a couch on Slytherin's common room and a chocolate frog.

"I got dirty?" you asked after licking the chocolate leftovers from your fingers, turning to Draco. Unconsciously, you tilted your head to the side and your lips curved up in a little smile - at that moment, Draco thought you had never looked so cute, but at the same time, so irresistible.

Without answering your question, he brought his face close to yours, connecting your lips in a sweet kiss.

You and Draco were together, but you were not dating.

During the summer, you exchanged letters almost every day. You had gotten used to Draco's presence, it was weird not being with him.

When September arrived again, you didn't waste any time and got in the train, looking for the platinum blond who occupied your thoughts the whole time, but it was him who found you.

You two shared a cabin - and nobody dared to join you.

"Ah" you extended a bag that you were carrying in Draco's direction "this is for you".

The Slytherin boy looked at you surprised - and a little terrified.

"Is that a gift? I didn't even buy her a gift... did I have to buy a gift? Will she be upset? What if she...", but his thoughts were interrupted when you said, "It's just some cookies. I promise it's not poison or anything" with a playful smile on your face.

Draco didn't know you could bake, but he was pleasantly surprised to find out - especially since your cookie was delicious.

And that was the day he was sure that he fell in love with you.

He asked you to be his girlfriend on a Christmas morning in Hogwarts right after giving you a nice necklace as a gift.

And since then, you had brought Draco a joy he had never felt before - and which he never thought he could feel.

Your favorite pastime was to go to Three Broomsticks and drink butterbeer together while you talked about the most diverse subjects.

And Draco still loved to hear you talking about Lion King.

That same spring afternoon, you and Draco were in Slytherin's common room; he was sitting on an armchair and you were on his lap.

"You know, I still think you should watch Lion King with me," you say, your fingers brushing through your boyfriend's platinum blond wires.

"I rather hearing you telling the story to me" Draco answers with a smile, giving a kiss in the corner of your mouth. "Besides, we need to finish that Potions assignment."

"Oh no, let's stay like this a little bit longer."

"But that's for two days from now."

"Hakuna Matata, Draco. Hakuna Matata."

"Hakuna Matata?"

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goldafterglow · 4 years

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I'm so sorry about this but can you share some angsty headcanons about Ezra dealing with heartbreak? Maybe he's been left by someone he thought was it for him?

A/N: boy do i have a lot of wips but i think i haven’t broken y’alls hearts in a while and i miss ppl telling me they hate me affectionately. also ur just a special baby and you sound like you need catharsis :)

Word Count: 628

Warnings: angst!, graphic visual depictions, a gender neutral lover (bc you know i know we all know it) and no reader, a little bit of fluff perhaps at the end bc i’m a simp

When Ezra is in love, he is in love. He’s made a bad, horrible habit of pouring his sweet caramel soul into the cup of his love, even if it’s not reciprocated. His feelings take him like the rip current, violent and dangerous, and smash him against the jagged rocks of the shore. He is helpless.

If he’s in a long-standing romance, he will be anchored to this person. He will share his darkest thoughts, share his poetry, his tears and joy with this person. This man doesn’t know how to hold back, can’t show any restraint if he thinks he’s safe. It’s so easy to tear his walls down, especially if it’s by someone who loves him as much as he loves them - not that that’s possible.

A breakup will tear him apart.

That anchor will be ripped from his throat, his walls left damaged like a bomb has detonated inside his chest and the raw, open edges of his wounds are being stomped on by pins and toothpicks.

He will do a lot of begging - he’s not beyond getting on his knees. But he can’t tie anybody to him, can’t keep them sewed to him if they don’t want to be, so he lets them leave. He has to. He knows that.

He lets them pick up his love, take his light and his trust and his faith and take it. He’ll never get it back.

He sobs a lot. Ezra feels his emotions in a very physical way, and his lungs have never ached more, his eyes having never been drier and yet they’re always so wet. He sits on the floor and trembles into his hands like he is a molecule l in the vast void of the universe, more empty inside than the space that surrounds him.

I think I’ve said before that he likes to place meaning into inanimate objects, so almost everything around him reminds him of his pain. His cot where he used to hold his lover, the pilot’s seat where he used to hold them in his lap, the drawer compartments where he’d press them up against, the spoons that used to feed him when he was feeling ill. Nothing feels sacred anymore, everything boiling to the touch and yet simultaneously too frozen to hold. Everything feels ruined; he feels ruined.

This is a moment where he truly need solitude. He is not ready to interact with people again, not prepared for the intense exertion of greeting prospectors and forming partnerships and just saying “hello.” It’s too hard.

So he stays cooped up in his habitat for a while, letting the days drag by like time has no meaning because why should anything have meaning when he can’t share it?

A lot of writing. When he’s not talking, he’s writing, and these are the thoughts that he has to throw onto paper because they are far too dangerous for him to let them fester in his head like rotting meat, maggots crawling over them as they begin to deteriorate his mind into some dead, numb shell.

Ezra’s heart and soul are not nonrenewable; the isolation is healing and his love for people and things is a sensitive but persistent creature. So no, he will never regain what he has lost, but his heart is a flower garden and with time he will grow new buds that bloom in his cheeks and float on his hair.

Ezra does not forget, and he would be a fool to not learn from his mistakes.

But love makes Ezra do silly things, like trust. So over and over again in his lifetime Ezra will let himself get hurt, hurt himself, because it’s the moments in between that make it all worth it.

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fumiko nodded, walking over to the stuttering detective and taking the plushey from his hands softly. she looked at it in silence, almost pouting as she stared at the black and white object.

“i can... keep it?” she confirmed, looking up at shuichi. her expression changed from almost being sad to overwhelming joy as she hugged the whale. she buried her face in the soft material and just stood there for at least 15 seconds before lifting her head out to reveal her wet, red face. maybe it was because she couldn’t remember the last time she had a stuffed animal, maybe it was because it came from shuichi, or perhaps it was her lack of sleep; regardless, she was standing in front of shuichi, hugging a stuffed killer whale, and sobbing.

“it’s- so- cute— i- thank you! thank you, thank you, thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou—” she ran into shuichi’s arms, putting her forehead on his chest and continued to cry with the gift in hers. more words kept falling out of her mouth, but it was all muffled, unintelligible noise. a few minutes pass before she pulls herself together, sniffling as she stepped back a bit.

“...yeah.” she said, eyeing the caramels he had in his hand. fumiko didn’t want to take them if it meant letting go of the other gift he’d given her. she didn’t specify which dorm she was going to, shuichi’s was just her default.

on the way back to his room, fumiko stood so close to shuichi that she’d unintentionally caused him to put his arm around her neck. as soon as she felt the air from outside hit her skin, she remembered that she still needed to shower. squeezing the plush a little tighter, she spoke up, “shuichi?”

once she had his attention and they stopped, her face flushed a bit, “um- i’ve gotta take a shower still and- i mean, i-if you want me to i’ll do it in my room but, uh,” she paused for a moment, embarrassed about what she hadn’t even said yet, “i was wonder- i was wondering if i could use yours instead...? it’s just that- well, with everything i-i’m... i’mscared...” the last part came out as more of a weird squeak than anything comprehensible, and she looked down at the pavement they stood on, skin getting redder for no apparent reason.

“i was also wondering if i could- if you’d let me— i-if you’d be, um, okay with...” she took a deep breath and started again, “ificouldsleepinyourclothesagain— theywerejustreallycomfy a-and soft and—”

fumiko continued to mumble things into her stuffed animal, unintentionally muffling her voice. when she finally stopped talking, she peeked up at shuichi to see his reaction— she wasn’t sure what to expect, it wasn’t like she found herself in this situation very often. well, before her life at this school began, since she seemed to get herself into these types of situations with shuichi all the time now.

(WAAAAAA IM SORRY ITS SO SHORT BUT I HAD FUN WITH IT TOO FHEJFNFNWHGT AND DONT WORRY ABOUT THE WAIT UR GOOD SHDNNSHFBRH)

Somehow, by some incredible statistic, Shuichi had managed to catch everything Fumiko had said, despite it being an unbelievably difficult thing to do.

Shuichi's eyes widened as his face flushed simultaneously, whatever he had been expecting her to say, that had been the last thing on his mind.

"U- um, my clothes?" He spoke as if there was someone else she could've been talking to, but there really wasn't, and there really couldn't be; thank god for that. Everyone had already been asleep, and despite the school not having a single clock on its walls, it was obvious that it had been late enough for no one to be awake at that hour.

He never really thought his clothes would be something Fumiko would actually prefer sleeping in, he had never thought of his uniform as exceedingly soft or comfortable, but maybe that was because he had been living in them for the duration of their stay in the killing game.

"Of- of course!" Backpedal, Shuichi! You sound too eager!

"Um, I mean," He lowered his voice subconsciously, eyes darting all over her face before settling on the plushey (yeah we just spelling it like that now-). "I can't see exactly why, but, yeah, sure...! I just.. Want you to be comfortable." That, and the fact that Shuichi had adored the way she looked in his clothes.

Shuichi had still been extremely flustered and nervous about the usage of his shower, from Fumiko — it's not like he hated it, why would he hate it? Did he like it? Well-

Yes- Maybe- No, it was because he was a stupid little virgin emo boy who had no idea how to manage his feelings —

"Y- Yeah, you can- you can shower in my room, it's- it's just a shower after all, haha..." It was much more than that, well, to Shuichi at least.

Shuichi paused for a second, a nervous smile faltering off his face as his heart-eyes lingered on her from the side of his peripheral vision. Is it really okay to be that criminally cute? A small, silly part of him felt like she was guilty of a dangerous crime and should be arrested.

What was the crime you ask?

Calling him stinky- Stealing his heart.

After forcefully pulling himself out of his daze, Shuichi suddenly stammered over his words, feeling as though it had been hidden in a large pile of wet sand. "U- Um, oh, we're here!" Shuichi hadn't noticed how quickly they had got there, probably because he had been daydreaming of Fumiko- tired.

Shuichi fumbled with the doorknob, gasping silently to himself as he realized he left the door unlocked. Thank god everyone had been sleeping, he thought to himself in relief.

As he brought out another goddamn replica of his signature uniform, he called out as he occupied his hands. "I... Feel like this may be a bit backhanded to say, but please don't hurt yourself in the shower...!" Shuichi wouldn't be able to do anything if she did— well, technically speaking, he could, but he shouldn't.

Shuichi opened his bathroom door, attentive eyes scanning the bathroom for any nasties or secrets that he may have left in there for Fumiko to see, setting the clothes down on the sink table(what is it called-) as he thankfully hadn't caught any.

"Um, I can take the toy for you as you sh-" Just say it, you coward. "Shower. If you want." He held his hand out to take it from her.

#mod chia #rp #teapot anon #WHY AM I SO DAMN SLOW #IM SO SORRY AGAIN #auSDFUBHJKFBJHBDSBF

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