#anyway let's go back on potato mode

[weekend-whip]

Under what circumstances/what characters would this happen with (I’m a sucker for this thing)

In her youth, Nya's only ever felt comfortable falling asleep in the presence of her brother, especially when huddled under a blanket beside their workshop's hearth. But over time her body grows a tendency to fall weary while studying with Zane, sharing headphones with Cole, stealing a mid-class nap with Antonia, or in the throes of the past, when she and Olivia would spend school afternoons upon the rooftop where the clouds aimlessly drifted by just as their conversations did. Yet she needs no excuse to rest her head upon Jay's shoulder as he works himself into the night, knowing he'll carry her to bed, should he not fall asleep first.

Kai would never be so foolish as to let down his guard so vulnerably—he can't afford to—so it scares him at first when he jolts up from being against Cole as the Bounty lazily sails across the provinces, when he finds himself in Zane's lap as the Nindroid tends to a wound otherwise gone unnoticed, when Jay's got a supportive arm around him as he drags Kai's battle-weary body to safety. It takes months for the ingrained hesitation to chip away, to let his walls down brick by brick, to open up just enough to have his arms wide open when Skylor trips, stumbles, and crashes into his life, seeking a solace of her own.

Cole is the same way, mainly offering a shoulder for others yet rarely seeking a perch for himself—unless that perch is Zane, in which he embraces it readily and easily, until such a comfort is reserved for another. He hates to ask or assume otherwise for anyone else—tries to bury it out of his mind—too afraid of being seen as needy, clingy, constantly wanting that grounding physical contact—until he finds a familiar, comforting hand slipped into his, as it always has been, and something shifts. He falls under the magic of Jesse's presence; he lets go, head supported by the other's shorter stature, and sleeps.

Zane's guard does not drop readily for the sake of slumber—there's a time and place for resting, and alas, the demands of a ninja do not allow for many such moments. He also knows how... uncomfortable it might be to support a metal shell of a soul, or to be supported by such, and thus does not indulge often. It's only at times when his world is torn apart, or it is him that is rendered asunder, that his loved ones will pick his pieces off of concrete, desert, and city streets—and only then does he find himself cradled gently while in the midst of sleep mode.

Jay jokingly calls the others his "Starcatchers", for the only times when he's not sparking around the skies is when he's falling from them in exhaustion. He's no stranger to waking up being carried upon Cole or Zane's backs, or in Nya's arms, or strewn over Kai's shoulders like a sack of potatoes. When he's pushed to the limits of his electrical reserves, he'll keep staggering step after step, and it rarely matters who comes to bottle his lightning–he'll crash right into them unprompted, and pass out regardless.

Trust already does not come easily to Olivia, nor does she give it freely—only to those she deems worthy or have impressed her. Seldom may there be a moment where she isn't seeking opportunity or hitting the pavement anyway, but there's a few wisps of memories—when things were slightly more right in the world—when she spent an afternoon with her best friend out by the sea and found herself serenely at peace, enough to lay sprawled out on a beach using Nya's lap as her personal pillow. Day by day she dreads never being able to feel so free to feel free to do so ever again...but, "never" is a bold sentiment to cling to.

When the world is at its simplest and most predictable is when Jesse's eyelids will start to droop, his body will sink to the side, and he'll plop into the lap of another—as he sits with Miranda indulging in Saturday morning cartoons, as he curls around a bowl of popcorn on Antonia's couch for movie night, as Harumi calls him over to be reminded the world can't be as bad as she believes, as he shamelessly plunges into Cole's arms during another of their countless stolen moments and tells himself for the umpteenth time "Ah, maybe just this once"—and in slumber becomes unshackled from the threads of constant paranoia and anticipation and simply...lets the moment lie.

Lloyd Garmadon only ever finds peace in the presence of the Elements; in the warmth of a campfire, in the vastness of the ocean, in the spectacle of a stormy sky, in the comfort of a blanket of snow, in the foundation of the ground, in the creation of the universe, in the destructive heat death of it all, in the motherly absence of any Element at all, in the eternal churning of amber, in the neutralizing embrace of a crystal, and in the miracles brought upon by life itself, and they all will always welcome him with open arms should he seek solace—he need only ask. He rarely ever does, for energy does not rest; energy does not sleep. And, most certainly, the energy never dies.

Thus, inversely...no one can ever truly rest easy in the presence of Lloyd Garmadon.

#only doing the (current) main eight im sleeby #ninjago #the lego ninjago movie #tlnm #the ninja legacy whip #legacyverse #kai smith #jay walker #cole brookstone #zane julien #nya smith #lloyd garmadon #oc: olivia omar #oc: jesse marvell #asks from nice people #k1ng boo #long post

[rollo-rolls]

Get to Know Me ⭐ Sims Edition

I was tagged by @descendantdragfi @sim-songs @satellite-sims and @kazuaru Thank you, lovelies! ^^

What's your favourite Sims death?

I usually don't kill my sims, but long time ago I had a family of weirdos for a silly gameplay. One of them was killed by a meteor. That's something that could totally happen to me.

Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

Alpha! But MM in rare TS4 sessions.

Do you cheat your sims weight?

Nope, never did, never will.

Do you use move objects?

Of course! I use it for moving around sims for photoshoots and sparingly when decorating.

Favourite Mod?

Master Controller (and all the addons) and Pose Player.

First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack?

Word Adventures, got it shortly after the premiere.

Do you pronounce live mode or aLIVE or LiVing?

Umm, definitely aLIVE.

Whos your favourite sim that you've made?

Prakseda. She is just like I imagined her. She is the one that makes want to actually play that game.

Have you made a simself?

Twice, in TS2 and TS4, it wasn't fun xD

Which is your favourite EA hair colour?

I like the dark red one. From all the ea colors, this one looks decent to me.

Favourite EA hair?

The Sitcom Style. It's so gorg. I can't find use for it right now but I love it!

Favourite life stage?

Young Adult.

Are you a builder or are you in it for gameplay?

Neither for now :< Just sitting in CAS and taking pics. BUT I want to play and no, I'm not going to build anything. Just decorate in my shitty style.

Are you a CC creator?

Does converting counts as "cc creator"?

Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad?

I'm not very talktive but I have some poeple that I really like. I won't name them because I'm scared some of them will think something like "wtf, we don't even talk" xDDD

Do you have any sims merch?

That's what is left of it :<

How has your ''Sims Style'' changed throughout your years of playing?

Omg, let's not talk about "before simblr" era... They were just potatoes with photoskinned clothes (that was the only cc for Sims 3 back then, okay?) Anyway, I always aimed for realistic looks, as close to real people as I could get (sometimes it was getting really obsessive). After I realized I can't make a clone of a real human in Sims, I slowed down and got the today's style. Realistic style with a slightly cartoon touch. At least I think it looks like that, lol.

Whats your Origin ID?

I'm the person with Sims 3 on CDs (the old ones).

Who's your favourite CC creator?

@gruesim @satellite-sims @smallsimmer @pleaseputnamehere @sim-songs @joojconverts @sourlemonsimblr @annoyinglydarkblaze and probably many more, love you all ♥

How long have you had simblr?

September 2013. I migrated from Garden Of Shadows because they didn't like TS3 too much...

How do you edit your pictures?

I use GShade and then some delicate edit in PS.

What expansion/ stuff pack is your favourite?

Pets, Seasons and World Adventures!

Tagging: @aspensims @happy-lemon @camisulsul @pixelbots @papermint-airplane @silverspringsimmer @elvgreen @johziii

#tag game #text post #non sims

[fightabear]

I am pretty sure the Weiss's whole speech in dirge was recorded from Nero and Hojo due to collecting data and he did not care about Omega. Even in Opera Omnia he does never mention the Omega thing. Just a power that makes him strong.

yeah sorry! let me clarify what i meant.

weiss' speech is definitely a pre-recorded message, but given that it reappears during remake i feel it's just - kind of up in the air as to which of them says it? like we've got three different weisses running amok now.

(was it weiss, or was it it an early attempt at possession from ai!hojo? or now given the introduction of ai weiss it raises the question as to whether or not it was ai weiss being hacked by hojo and that's why that weiss has the flash forward because his data was what was used to make the speech ) i just wonder if it was meant to be something else. i truly don't think nero would be okay with hojo using his brother's image and constructing something from it, so ig it's possible that hojo is playing some really fucked up 5d chess by using ai!weiss to fuck with nero's head even harder.

but knowing them, and honestly even how it's kind of worded, it's also entirely possible that the dalmation duo decided that they were going to film a super edgy speech declaring their intention to wage war on shinra and the surface itself. like it's just vaguely worded enough that i could see that. and then it languished because a goddamn building fell on them and it ruined their christmas massacre plans. and then shinra fell in on itself.

it just falls into that same ???? when did this happen and for what purpose ??? nero did you really need to play this speech on all wavelengths and make your brother the most wanted man on gaia? and it slides back into the question of what the tsviet's overall plan and motivation was before, yknow............ a building fell on them and trapped them.

i have a lot of lingering questions. such as why weiss opted to act when he didn't have a plan to save himself. how did he plan to lead deepground once he was out? what we see of him as a character runs so weirdly counter to the speech that he gives. he kind of goes out of his way to spare people if he doesn't have to harm them and keeps his eyes locked firmly on deserving targets.

my best assumption again comes down to what little remains from online mode + some cut lines. like... nero being kept in absolutely abysmal conditions and seeming to be nearing his breaking point was probably a motivator, and the opportunity to get nero out presented itself and weiss took it without considering that nero is fucking insane and literally can't survive without him and can, would, and does spit in the face of his sacrifice to bring him back from death because he and lucrecia have those strong desperation parallels.

and the brothers of them just started playing hot potato with death.

anyway, tl;dr - i mostly say that i don't know for sure what weiss' intentions were because it's possible he got an elevator pitch of the plan (nero being like okay nii-san i've GOT A PLAN TO SAVE YOU and then not telling him shit about that plan beyond what he needs weiss to do to make it work because nero excels at lying by omission ) but i think hojo was the ultimate mastermind, nero was the fucking unhinged nightmare goblin desperate enough to make it work, and weiss was just along for the ride and is now wandering the final fantasy multiverse and is very concerned that nero is either very dead or is running around loose and has no babysitter.

#nero the sable #weiss the immaculate

[nanaosaki3940]

Gojo Sensei & Hokkaido (Part 3)

Pairing: Satoru Gojo X OC

Warning: Age-gap romance (no smut), long post, JJK manga spoiler.

Genre: Romance, fluff, angst.

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen. 

A/N: I know this is an xOC fic but you can read it as a self-insert if you like. And this is a small snippet of my JJK fanfic ‘Lovely & Deadly’ posted on Quotev and Wattpad.

Part 1 - The Warmth Of A Cruel Beauty

Part 2 - His Rival

Nana's POV (A day in Hokkaido)

It was just after the maid cafe incident that I was appointed to go on a mission in Hokkaido all on my own. Usually, they would send us 1st years to the missions as a group, but this time around it was different. It was only me and no one else. 

Or that was what I thought it would be. 

"Nana-chan~, let’s do a Hokkaido quiz!" Gojo sensei's cute yet obnoxious voice spoke from beside me as we both walked down the busy street of Hokkaido.

"Do that alone please." I stated in a bored-monotone voice, my eyebrows twitched in annoyance. 

Why was he here again? Wasn't this supposed to be my solo mission? Not to mention my very first solo mission?!

Last night, I arrived at Hokkaido from Tokyo with peace in my mind that I would be completing this solo mission diligently all by myself, without any disruption. I didn't know what happened but the first thing I came face to face with after waking up this morning and walking out of my hotel room was this 28-year-old eccentric sensei of mine named Satoru Gojo.  

"Okay! First question! What is the famous confectionery of my favorite Hokkaido sweet, Sanpo Roku?" he asked. 

"This isn’t a quiz." I deadpanned at him. 

"Then let’s do a baked potato with butter game!" he sang out in his usual cheery, loud tone which contrasted with my quiet, bored tone. "The person who loves baked potato with butter the most wins… and I won!! I’m the second man in Japan who loves baked potato with butter!" 

"Who’s the first?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. 

"Matsuyama Chiharu (Japanese folk singer and songwriter)..." he replied, now in a serious deep tone. 

"You lie more than you breathe, don't you?" I grumbled out, narrowing my eyes at him. 

"It reduces carbon dioxide…" sensei grinned at me innocently, looking all amused at the same time. "It will completely solve global warming!" 

To me, Gojo sensei's obsession with global warming was such a random but hilarious character trait though, to be honest.

"The carbon dioxide from my sighs makes it even..." I responded back before letting out a heavy sigh as we stopped walking for a moment, halting in our spots and I turned to look over at him, my arms crossing over my chest. "I came all the way to Hokkaido for a solo mission. What's sad is that my idiotic sensei has followed me all the way." 

"It’s fine! This is like a reality TV show." he tried to cheer me up. 

"Where in the world does a boring reality show like this exists?" I scoffed, but sensei ignored me and pulled out his map. 

"The townscape of Sapporo is near the fountain." he pointed out in a thoughtful voice. "Although this map doesn’t cover everything. It’s easy to set up a route to tour around the spots."

"What even is that map?" I asked skeptically.   

"Oi, oi, Nana-chan, oi, oi, oi, oiiii~" sensei started to wave his map in front of my face. 

"That’s very annoying!" I snapped, swatting his hands away. 

"Get ahold of yourself, Nana-chan! What other map is there other than Satoru Gojo’s sweet map?" he asked and I scoffed at him again. 

"As I said, please do that alone..." I replied. 

"It’s not worth trying to be sensei-like around you, huh?" he questioned, letting out a disheartened heavy sigh. 

"Unlike my friends, I respect you, sensei, but even so... The way you act and behave, sometimes I feel like you're not worthy of getting a sensei-like respect." I pointed out, causing him to pout at me like a child. "Why did you even come anyway? This case doesn't require two sorcerers. Not to mention-"

"Not to mention..." he cut me off, now going back to his serious mode as he shoved his hands into his pockets. "It's not something the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, Satoru Gojo to take this case, right? I probably don't have to worry about you. Although this is a solo investigation, they appointed you because you can diligently finish the job."

"Then why did you come along?" I repeated my previous question. 

"To turn this case from 'probably nothing to worry about' into a case that 'there's absolutely nothing to worry about'. This is a case for first-grade jujutsu sorcerers, right? It could involve an evil curse user or I heard it’s something along those lines…" he stated. 

"You’re saying that it could involve a first-grade or special-grade curse user?" I asked. 

"Hypothetically speaking." he shrugged.

"You’re not the type of person to go out with a vague possibility, aren’t you?" I asked. 

"For right now, let's keep it at that, okay? Maybe I wanted to come here for a vacation..." he added with a grin before we started to walk again.

"The fact that you say that means it’s not likely the case." I sighed again.

"But why did you choose to go on to this solo mission, Nana-chan?" he asked me in a concerned tone. "You're a second-grade sorcerer and this is a first-grade mission. This isn't for you." 

"I'm trying to level up myself and get stronger." I replied in a determined tone and this caused sensei to give me an amused look. 

"Desperate much?" he smirked at me playfully before his gaze trailed over to somewhere else. "Ah, Nana-chan, look over there. There!"

"Please listen to me. Although there’s no point in telling you…" I sighed at his hyper-activeness and followed the line of his sight where I noticed a food stand on the side of the road. "Baked potato with butter…"

"Now that I think about it, baked potato with butter booth sounds pretty intense." sensei muttered out in a thoughtful tone. "They bake the potato, put butter on top, and then sell it. Making that at home isn't too hard!"

"They're similar to stone-baked sweet potatoes..." I added as we started to walk towards the food stand. 

"It is similar, now that you mention it. As expected from Nana-chan. You have a good eye." he stated, giving me a thumbs up. 

"Yes, unlike you." I responded back and hearing this, sensei pouted at me. 

"You're so mean, Nana-chan!" he cried out in a whiny tone but I rolled my eyes at him, ignoring him completely. "By the way, Nana-chan, what is the 'jyaga' in 'jyagaimo' (potato)?"

"There’s a theory that it was imported from Jakarta's port to Japan." I replied. 

"How did you answer so quickly? Scary!" he gasped out in surprise and I gave him a weird look. 

"How come you don't know that, the second man in Japan who loves baked potato with butter?" I deadpanned at him as we stood in front of the food stand. 

"I’m only second place after all…" sensei chuckled out before looking over to the food vendor. "Captain! One baked potato with butter, please!"

"You're gonna eat one?" I asked in confusion. 

"Of course! I'm the second man after all." he grinned at me. 

"We came here to work, though." I sighed, slightly shaking my head at his childishness. 

"Then you don't have to eat one." he replied as he deadpanned at me, pursing his lips. "I’m gonna enjoy Hokkaido alone!" 

But somehow after seeing Gojo sensei buying this delicious baked potato with butter, I ended up buying one for myself as well. It was just that I couldn't help myself. It smelled and looked so mouth-watering.

"You're eating one after all…" sensei pointed out, looking over at me from the corner of his eyes. 

"I was going to eat one..." I muttered out shyly, taking a small bite from my food. 

Gojo sensei let out a chuckle upon hearing my response before taking a big bite of his baked potato. 

"Hm~" he hummed out in satisfaction, his lips curling up into a huge grin. "Yummy! It's steaming hot! Really steaming hot!" 

"It won’t be like this if you make one at home." I stated with a small smile. 

"I was underestimating this baked potato with butter!" he added, finally coming to a realization. 

"This makes me want to drink beer…" I sighed out, causing sensei to look at me with wide eyes in shock. "As I thought, we should have eaten this after work." 

"Beer?!" he roared out in horror and I looked up at him with furrowed eyebrows. "What do you mean beer, Nana-chan?! When did you start drinking?!" 

"Not so long ago..." I replied nonchalantly with a shrug. 

"Who taught you?!" he questioned again. 

"Who could it be?" I asked back and sensei frowned at me. 

"Shoko..." he muttered out upon realization before giving me a stern look through his dark blindfold. "Nana-chan, you're still underaged. You shouldn't be drinking now. Also, alcohol is bad for your health." 

"Sensei, just chill. It's not that bad." I sighed before speaking up in a reassuring tone. "I just drank a few times before with Shoko sensei. I don't drink on regular basis, trust me. Unlike you, sensei, I'm a heavyweight and can surprisingly handle my liquor. So, don't worry about me. I know what I'm doing, sensei. Besides, didn't Shoko sensei start to smoke and drink when she was in high school? And she's your best friend though. You never seem to have any problem with her underaged smoking and drinking habit..." 

"But that's different! You're my precious little Nana-chan! I can't have you be tainted! You should remain prime and proper!" he cried out. 

"Shut up, sensei. You're going too far now." I scoffed at him with disgust. 

"I can't believe this. Shoko, that woman..." sensei muttered under his breath in disbelief, slightly shaking his head. "But how did this all happen? When did it all start?" 

"A few months back, I caught Shoko sensei and Nanami-san drinking together in the teacher's room one evening and for some reason, I don't know why, but curiosity got the best of me. I just wanted to know what alcohol tastes like... So I told them that I wanted to try and they permitted me to join them for one drink. And the rest is history." I replied, recalling the moment I took my first sip of alcohol. 

"And where was I back then when it happened?" he asked. 

"You're were out of town for some mission I think..." I replied, causing sensei to let out a heavy sigh. 

"Damn Nanamin was also involved in it? Unbelievable!" he grumbled out, furrowing his eyebrows again. "And besides, why do you wanna drink beer with a baked potato with butter, huh?" 

And in response, I simply just shrugged at him, causing sensei to sigh again.

"I don’t get why you would drink beer with something tasty like this..." he commented before his eyes trailed over to my baked potato. "Huh? Doesn't your baked potato with butter look different than mine?"

"I put shiokara (salted fermented seafood paste) on it. It’s delicious. I’m not going to give it to you though." I replied and he huffed in response. 

"No, I don’t want it. It looks like the cursed spirit I recently exorcised..." he mumbled out while scrunching his nose and I furrowed my eyebrows at him, scoffing in response before we both continued to walk down the busy street of Hokkaido once again. "So, what kind of curse user are we investigating today? Although it’s obscure if it’s a curse user or not."

"You came here with uncertainty?" I asked as we bought ourselves some ice cream from a nearby stall after finishing our baked potatoes. 

"You’re the one who’s gonna handle it after all..." he replied nonchalantly with a shrug. 

"You sure can eat ice cream after eating something filling." I pointed out. 

"No. you’re eating one too." he pointed back. 

"I have a second stomach for this..." I muttered out shyly to which sensei flashed out a small playful smirk at me before I changed the topic again. "Anyway, speaking of this case, it all started with a website called, Yomotsu Hirasaka (the underworld in Japanese mythology)." 

"What an amazing way to name it." sensei commented in amusement as we both continued to eat our ice cream. 

"You can’t access the website via the search bar. It seems like it’s only available from independent servers. But Ijichi-san found it." I added. 

"He’s an excellent guy." sensei praised and I gave him a skeptical look. 

"You used Ijichi-san to know my whereabouts, didn’t you?" I asked, but sensei ignored my question, because of course, he asked Ijichi for my location.  

"So, what's the evil website's motives for establishing? It’s not like you can watch funny videos or something, right?" he asked with hilarity in his tone.

"The website was simple. For someone who's in their late 20s, you'll probably find it nostalgic, sensei." I responded. 

"Is it like reporting after you hit the kiriban?" he asked. 

To those who don't know what Kiriban is - it was an old Japanese website counter. If you visit a website and hit a certain number for example 10,000, you receive a special prize. Those things existed back in the days when Gojo sensei was a teenager himself, but nowadays in our modern time, websites like these weren't there anymore. 

"Something like that..." I replied, slightly nodding my head. 

"Ah, I hate the feeling of this nostalgia." sensei scoffed in response. 

"Apparently that website is an access to contact the curse user." I added. 

"An access?" he raised an eyebrow in confusion. 

"If you submit a request in the form, an address for the registered mail will pop up, allowing you to purchase their product." I replied. 

"An analog again?" he let out a small amused chuckle. 

"The address is a property of a small real estate agent designated as a certain property in a prefecture in Hokkaido. It’s a shared house between two tatami mats." I went on. 

"What is there to share?" sensei deadpanned at my words. 

"There were twenty mailboxes. It seems like a suspicious group is using it as a simple PO box." I informed. 

"Their tactics are of a yakuza front. Not something a curse user would think of doing." sensei hummed out thoughtfully. 

"They probably won’t think of that idea if they have a family history of jujutsu sorcerers." I pointed out. 

"In the end, what were they selling?" sensei asked as we threw away our ice cream wrappers in a nearby trash bin. "If it’s a stray curse user, they probably sell some ripoff cursed tool to dispel a cursed spirit like a fly-head or make a small profit by cursing people. But they won’t send you to deal with such an opponent?" 

"What an excellent guess..." I mumbled out sarcastically, rolling my eyes at him. 

"Even though you’re the one who got sent, they didn’t inform me about the details. The higher-ups probably wanted to hide it from me." he added, causing me to give him an unimpressed look.

"I always think about this but, I would like for you to do the research on your own if you can think that much, sensei." I scoffed at him again. 

"Using your student for bothersome tasks is the most efficient way." he grinned cheekily at him, causing my eyebrows to twitch in annoyance. 

"It is the resurrection of the dead." I spoke up and sensei immediately dead silent on his spot for a moment. 

"Pardon?" he asked in disbelief. 

"What the site sells is a black vessel that can call back a soul of the dead. They seem to call it the 'resurrection doll'." I explained to him further.

"What is this, another senseless joke?" sensei questioned, still in surprise and disbelief. 

"It’s probably 90% fake. However…" I trailed off. 

"No, I understand. If it's true, in a worst-case scenario, this isn't something we can ignore..." he stated with a scoff, furrowing his eyebrows and I nodded my head at him in response. "Ever since that Yuji incident, the higher-ups have been keeping a lot of things secret from me. No wonder they didn’t want me to know. For the lot who wants to kill Sukuna for sure."

"It seems that you understand." I sighed softly, crossing my arms over my chest. 

"They are underestimating me, huh? Do they think I would fall for something like that?" sensei asked through his gritted teeth; he was beyond pissed.

"Crushing the possibility of 1% or less, that's how the higher-ups continue to reign power, isn't it?" I asked. 

"Even if it's probably 100% fake." sensei stated. 

"Probably so. If they could do something like that…" I trailed off in a concerned tone. 

"This world is beyond over." sensei finished my words, clenching his hands to the sides. 

"Additionally, this suspicious business is limited to just resurrecting babies. I believe the chance of it being real is slim." I stated my thoughts.

"Babies? What is it this time?" sensei asked in confusion. 

"That’s all there is to it. Further research in regards to that is my job." I replied. 

"Hm~. So, the person who sells the dolls… uh, let’s call him 'Puppeteer'. You already know about his whereabouts, right, Nana-chan? Where should we head to?" he questioned me again, getting a bit excited about the mission. 

"We already passed it. Because a certain someone keeps walking around." I replied, giving him an annoyed look from the corner of my eyes. 

"Eh? It’s my fault?" sensei asked as he pointed at himself in an innocent manner, completely clueless and this caused me to give him another stern look. 

30 minutes later 

"I see... It’s an underground market, huh?" Gojo sensei stated as he looked around our surroundings and the people walking past us. 

The underground market area didn't look sketchy as I thought it would be. Rather it looked quite normal from my point of view and didn't feel like anything out of ordinary. 

"We made quite the detour thanks to a certain someone..." I grumbled again, giving him a venomous look but sensei ignored my words completely. 

"It’s spacious and fashionable. They have skylights even though this is underground!" sensei pointed out in surprise and amusement. 

"There are even convenience stores, bookstores, terraces, library windows along with cosmeticians and fortune-tellers. If they have this much, surely the puppeteer is somewhere around here." I added as we walked through the crowded market. 

"We should have just gone underground in the first place!" sensei complained. 

"I was planning on going underground in the first place. But there was someone who won’t listen to me and ate a baked potato with butter instead." I hissed at him in annoyance. 

"You serious~?! If I find them, I’ll give them a warning!" sensei teased me with an innocent smile, causing an anime tick mark to form on my forehead in irritation.   

"If it’s a mirror, you can find them in the bathroom, sensei." I responded back through gritted teeth. 

"For real though… this place is fashionable after all." sensei pointed out, changing the conversation, his voice became serious again. "There are events going on, not to mention, performers too. There are more people here underground than above the ground. The stores are pretty diverse too so anything is possible. This is all pretty bad, right?"

"You’re right. The people’s chaotic feelings are all concentrated here underground." I added, narrowing my eyes in response.

"Well, it’s thanks to that we’ll spot the fishy direction." sensei agreed with a smirk. 

"Yes. It's obvious we can sense an ominous presence." I pointed out. 

"It's a little further, right?~" he suggested. 

As Gojo sensei and I walked further into the underground city, we both began to sense an ominous presence coming from our surroundings. 

"Seems like the city’s atmosphere changed." sensei pointed out again.

"There was a new and improved subdivision until recently. Here, it's an old subdivision." I stated and sensei's facial expression went a quite serious right at that moment. 

"Nana-chan." sensei pointed in a certain direction and I nodded my head in response. 

"Yes. That’s probably a lead." I added before sensei and I made our way into a dark narrow alleyway. 

There we saw a woman probably in her early 30s scolding a little boy standing beside her who apparently seemed to be her child while she was carrying a baby in her arms. No, let me rephrase that. Not an actual living baby, but a corpse baby, a cursed doll. 

"Come on, Akito. How come you don’t understand?" the woman scolded her son. 

"No! Mommy, don’t bring that thing! No! No!" the little boy named Akito cried out while glancing at the cursed doll in fear.

"He’s your brother, so don’t whine." the woman stated before the doll began to cry in her arms. "Ah, see, Natsuki is crying again."

"No! No!!! He’s not my brother!!!" the boy screamed out, flopping down on the ground and that was when the woman started to lose her patience. 

"How could you say that?! He’s your brother! Don’t you feel sorry for him?!" the woman screamed back. 

"He’s not my brother!!!" the boy fired again. 

"Akito!!! You-" 

Just as the woman was about to raise her hand on her child, I stepped in and quickly grabbed her arm, stopping her right then and there.

"Please calm down." I stated in a calming yet stern voice. 

"Who are you?! Coming in all of a sudden?!" the woman snapped, frowning at me deeply in irritation. "Please let me go! This is a problem between the parent and the child!"

"I can’t let you do that. Do you have any idea what you're carrying in your arms?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows a bit while the doll in her arms kept on crying and wailing. 

"What do you mean…" the woman trailed off and just then Gojo sensei walked over at her, causing her to give him a confused look. "What?"

"Hmm? I see… It’s a doll. It’s made well at first glance. I wondered what it was going to be but this is it, to call this a resurrection and sell it is just a huge scam." sensei stated in amusement as he reached out to touch the doll. 

"Please stop!! Don’t touch Natsuki!!" the woman cried out, stepping away from him. 

"Heh. That thing is that important to you? More than that child crying right beside your feet?" sensei taunted her. 

"Of course! I also gave birth to this child!" she snapped at him in anger. 

"You bought it, didn’t you?" I asked, pointing at the doll and the woman froze on the spot in shock. 

After that sensei and I explained to her the whole situation, convincing her that the thing in her arms wasn't her child, but rather was a cursed doll. 

"A cursed corpse?" she muttered out in confusion, looking down at the doll in her arms. 

"Yes. Cursed doll is perhaps easier to understand." I let out a heavy sigh, crossing my arms over my chest. 

"D-Doll… but this child is so…" she began to stutter out with tears forming in her eyes as she stared helplessly at me. 

"It’s made very well, isn’t it?" I questioned her back. "A normal human probably won’t notice the difference from a real baby." 

"But this child is real!" she cried out again. 

"Won’t you know the truth since you’re the one who bought it?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, giving her a scrutinized look. 

"N-No way…" she trailed off again in shock.

"There aren’t a ton of jujutsu sorcerers who can create a human-like cursed corpse. I’m just guessing but, you paid money in order for them to make the doll along with something else?" I questioned her again. 

"Eh?" she asked in confusion. 

"Presumably…" I started but was cut off by sensei. 

"They wanted your baby’s corpse you were wanting to revive." Gojo sensei chimed in. 

"Gojo sensei…" I warned him in a whispered tone for the lack of delicacy in his words.

"No wonder it’s limited to babies. It’s not like they can carry around an adult corpse. Although it looks alive at first glance. In truth, it's not much different from a pet robot that's programmed to move. That thing." sensei went on, giving her a judging look. 

"That’s a lie! I heard them properly!" she cried out when she suddenly noticed the doll stopped crying and moving in her arms. "Huh? They told me Natsuki would come back… That’s why I paid money…"

"You would know since you’re the parent? Your own child's intricate habits, their facial expressions when they are expressing feelings… there is no living presence in that doll." I noted out in a calming tone. 

"That’s not…"

"Furthermore, Akito-kun seems to understand. That an unknown entity is trying to steal his mother’s heart." I added, glancing over at the sobbing little boy beside her. 

"Mommy…" Akito sobbed out, wiping his tears away. 

"That’s…"

"The truth is different from person to person. If you choose the truth of 'I have not lost any children right now', then there is no reason for me to say anything. But the reality is the fact that you are turning your eyes away from 'the present of your child who is worried about you'." I concluded and this resulted in the woman breaking down into tears after she realized her mistakes while sensei and I simply stared at her with pity and sympathy. 

An hour later (Still in the underground city)

"Is there a sunset outside?" Gojo sensei asked me in a soft tone as we were making our way to catch the real culprit; the puppeteer. 

"Yes… We took quite a while." I replied with a sigh. "But it doesn't make sense to use much force unless they are willing to let it go."

"Exorcising a human’s regret is harder than exorcising a cursed spirit, huh?" he asked in amusement, causing me to look up at him. 

"Thank you for carrying the bags, sensei." I smiled sweetly at him.

"You’re the one making me carry it." he scoffed with a pout as he repositioned the bag on his back, letting out a groan in the process. "But speaking of this cursed corpse, putting it in this handbag is a little heavy!"

"We can’t throw it away nonchalantly, can we?" I sighed at his childishness. "Not to mention, it's an important clue. If we compare the cursed energy inside the puppet, we can go after the maker with the smallest residuals."

"That’s true." sensei sighed as well, nodding his head at me in response. "It seems like the person who sold the dolls meant to hide their trace. But this person is unqualified after all. There is a limit to being sloppy."

"Yes. Seriously…" I trailed off before we stood in front of a small shabby house. 

"Speaking of… it’s here, huh?" sensei asked, furrowing his eyebrows a bit. 

"An old shared house, huh? The pub’s tenant? It seems like it’s been out of business." I pointed out.

"This place isn’t suited for a proper business. It’s the perfect place for a fishy business's headquarters. Heh, there’s even a curse technique activated so no one can see." sensei added. 

"Although it’s not hidden..." I muttered out, frowning. 

"This makes me realize that we lack jujutsu sorcerers. They readily set up a third-party base. To think that it was just left like this…" sensei stated, unamused. 

"Curses become stronger the closer they are to the city. It’s obvious that jujutsu sorcerers would be nearby. Our guard tends to be dull in rural areas." I stated in a serious tone. 

"Well, if the evil jujutsu sorcerer is only about to this extent, they probably won’t do much even if we left it alone." sensei responded back and I shook my head at him.

"However, if they cause damage like that…" I trailed off, causing a smirk to form on sensei's lips. 

"As expected, we have to crush them!" he stated, getting amused again. 

And with that, we walked towards the small house before Gojo sensei kicked the door wide open with ease. In there we saw a middle-aged man standing beside a table filled with cursed dolls. The man's eyes went wide open in shock as soon as sensei and I stepped into the scene. 

"Wh-Who… are you guys?!" the man stuttered out in panic. 

"If we look like customers to you, then go to an ophthalmologist, you small fry." sensei taunted him. 

"We are jujutsu sorcerers. Proper ones." I stated, furrowing my eyebrows at the unknown man. 

"We’re different from you though." sensei added. 

"J-Jujutsu sorcerers?!" the man gasped out, his voice sounding frantic. "I-I see! You guys are jujutsu sorcerers as well!"

"Don’t put any wasteful resistance against us. It’s exhausting to hold back." sensei scoffed. 

"Hel... Hel-hel..." the man began to stutter out before crying out as he rushed over to us and fell to the ground, pleading to us. "Help me!!!"

"Huh? What?" sensei and I asked him in unison, shocked and confused as we stared at the man who seemed to have lost his mind in our point of view. 

"Thank goodness! I wanted to find you guys myself!! Real jujutsu sorcerers! Help! If it’s money, I saved some up!! So, please! Please!!" the man went on crying. 

"Nana-chan…" sensei trailed off. 

"Yes… You can’t use jujutsu, can you?" I asked the man. "To think that you were cursing people, but turns out you are the one being cursed..." 

And just then, as soon as I said those words, the dolls started to surround the man before they began to attack him in the process.

"Huh?!" the man cried out in confusion. 

The dolls started to consume his whole body, almost like tearing him apart and this caused the man to scream out at the top of his lungs in pain and agony.

"Would you look at that? His body is doing amazing things!" sensei stated in amusement. 

"Yes. A combination of a human and a doll... No… the doll is eating the human’s body." I pointed out. 

"He-Help!! Money!! If it’s money, I have it!! Please exorcise it!!" the man pleaded and as we were about to step in to help the man, more bugs started to attack him. 

"If you don't exorcise it- look! The bugs are moving!" sensei gasped out. 

"It seems like it’s a swarm of curses..." I noted. "With the puppeteer’s body and the doll's corpse in hand, they are multiplying by eating the flesh. It’s a curse corpse that serves as a production factory and a cursed corpse that can self-proliferate."

"It hurts! This thing! Get away! Get away! Get away!" the man cried out again. 

"Although he used the corpses, how did this man create a successful cursed corpse?" I questioned. "This was a dubious question, however…"

"For the most part, the shadow from an old jujutsu sorcerer’s family dug out a cursed tool from the bottom of the warehouse, or rather, a runaway cursed object, probably." sensei pointed out. 

"From a business standpoint, making money must have been its pure purpose at first but… It’s that thing that not only devours corpses but living people too." I added. "It’s unsatisfied with the babies’ corpses, so it feeds on the puppeteer’s body. We can’t hold onto this loosely, can we?" 

"You’re right, Nana-chan." sensei agreed with me. 

"You’re not going to help me?" the man gasped out in horror as he stared at us with widened eyes while coughing out some blood from his mouth.

"Nope. No way. You already know, don’t you?" sensei responded back with no ounce of sympathy in his tone. 

"Shoko sensei probably could have surgically removed it by chance..." I muttered out thoughtfully. 

"Wh-What the heck is that?!" the man cried out as the cursed dolls were taking over his body. "Wh-What are you saying?" 

"Although it’s pitiful to see you in this state..." I trailed off in a monotone voice before igniting my hands with my blue Hellflames cursed technique. "It’s evident that your intention was to use your dangerous cursed technique to make money..."

"H-Hey… you've got to be kidding me! I’m a human being! What are you… trying to do to a human?!" the man screamed out, his body and appearance started to change and disfigure. 

"That body is already too late." sensei pointed out from beside me, his hands shoved into his pockets. 

"Eh?! No!! No!! No!! No!!" the man cried out again. "I resurrect the dead! I saved them!! The people's hearts!! I saved them!! but still… I face this…"

"His speech and consciousness are already in jeopardy. Moreover, you are a curse yourself since you sprinkled curses on others." I stated, getting ready to launch an attack and the man completely lost his body to the curse before turning into a curse himself. 

"I’ll kill you!!!" the curse screamed out, dashing towards me. 

"If you’re an adult, please take your responsibilities..." I stated before shooting out a blast of blue fire from my hands at my desired target, scorching and vaporizing them within a matter of seconds.

"Good work, Nana-chan!" sensei cheered as soon as I finished exorcising the curse.

"It would have been easier if you just did it..." I stated and sensei chuckled out in response.

"Your curse technique is more well suited, Nana-chan! The human body and doll, thanks to you who exorcised it cleanly, he was able to die as a human." sensei responded back with a bright smile.

"Aren’t you just saying that in a positive way?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow while sensei simply shrugged in response. 

"Let’s just leave this to the others..." he stated as he started to walk away. "Disposing of a corpse is too much to handle."

"You really didn’t do anything this time, did you?" I let out a heavy sigh, shaking my head at his childish antics. "Then what's the point of you coming to Hokkaido anyway?" 

A few hours later (At a bar/restaurant)

Later that evening, after completing the mission for the day, sensei and I went to a nearby restaurant to grab some dinner for ourselves. I let out a heavy sigh after taking a long sip from my beer while Gojo sensei gave me an amused look from the opposite side of the table we were sitting at. I wasn't supposed to be drinking alcohol right now as sensei was strongly against it, but after hours of nagging and begging like the brat I was, he finally gave in to my request and allowed me to drink only one glass of beer. 

"To 'heal thyself' seems like it, huh?" he asked and I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Is this about the puppeteer?" I asked back.  

"I’m talking about jujutsu sorcerers as a whole. To deal with curses means there's going to be an increase in jobs where we can feel bad." sensei stated. 

"You mean, 'it’s like the dangers of accumulating curses within yourself'?" I questioned. 

"Even if we are accustomed to it, it doesn't feel good, does it?" he asked me with a smile, his icy-blue eyes trailed over to my beer glass. "Makes me want to be drunk." 

"Aren’t you a non-alcoholic, sensei?" I pointed out.

"I don’t need to be drunk since I didn’t do anything this time." he chuckled out in response.

"Please don’t say that so confidently." I sighed, rolling my eyes at him before taking another sip from my beer. 

"Nana-chan, you're actually really compassionate, aren't you?" sensei grinned at me cheekily. 

"What are you saying all of a sudden?" I asked in confusion, narrowing my eyes at him. 

"Even if you can burn it, it doesn’t mean you’re okay, right?" he asked, softening his gaze at me with a warm smile on his lips. "A friction being born from that event makes you be able to handle it as a young adult which is why alcohol is the heart’s remedy." 

"I learned how to harden my heart after Junpei's death because after all, it was I who killed him..." I pointed out with a heavy sigh, placing my chin on the palm of my hand. "Besides, this isn’t a very interesting story but are you going to continue?"

"I’m not teasing you! As long as humans give birth to curses, the students I’m taking in charge of, including you, will one day face-off with a shitty evil human being." sensei replied. 

"We are jujutsu sorcerers, after all..." I mumbled out, looking down at the beer glass in my hand.

"People like me and the other adults know how to spit out the poison circling around our hearts. However, the youngsters like you who are still growing are different. Just one poison could break your hearts..." Gojo sensei pointed out. 

"Isn’t it the job of an adult like you to dispose of the remaining poison within a child like me?" I asked, giving him a skeptical look. "You are aware of that since you’re our teacher, right?"

"I know that, which is why I came to talk to you." sensei replied with a bright smile before looking over at the waiter at the counter. "Master! Cinderella for two!"

"You must be joking." I chuckled out softly in amusement, my lips curling up into a small smirk. 

"It’s good to taste other alcohols besides cocktails, hm?" sensei smirked back at me. 

"A Cinderella is a non-alcoholic beverage." I pointed out, causing sensei to chuckle again. 

"I know... Besides, I must say I'm impressed. You can actually handle your liquor, Nana-chan." sensei noted out in amusement. 

"As I said earlier... I'm heavyweight, unlike you, sensei..." I teased him. "Also, I know how to take my own responsibilities, so you don't need to worry about me too much, sensei." 

"I know that because I've known you ever since you were born, Nana-chan, meaning I’ve known you for the longest than anyone else. That’s why I’m handing this responsibility only to you." sensei responded back with a warm smile.

"Why me?" I asked in confusion, raising an eyebrow.

"It’s because I trust you more than anyone else I ever have. I know what type of person you are..." he replied in a soft tone before letting out a heavy sigh. "Yuji is really an honest kid. He has the determination and courage even the decisiveness needed for a battle. Even so, there are times when he’s too straightforward. For kids like him, I get worried when their heart gets broken just once."

"But sensei, I’m not as mentally and emotionally strong as you think I am. I’m not like Megumi." I countered back. 

"Maybe not. But you’re still stronger than Yuji. I can’t be always around to take care of his mental growth. So that’s why I want you to take care of him when I’m not around. For someone like you who is the same age as Yuji, who can understand people's pain…" sensei explained. 

"And you came all the way to Hokkaido just to say those sugarcoated words?" I deadpanned, causing him to let out another hearty soft chuckle. 

"No, I came here just to spend some alone quality time with you, Nana-chan, that's all..." he replied, his glossy pink lips curling up into another breathtaking smile, his icy-blue eyes twinkled at me mischievously. "Because of our busy schedules, I miss having you around..." 

"Is that so, huh..." I trailed off in a quiet soft tone, locking my gaze with his own one. 

As I stared at him intently from the opposite side of the table, I couldn't help but wonder how much Gojo sensei had changed within these past 10 years. For someone who was arrogant and selfish back in the days, he sure had become very kind and generous indeed. And more I noticed these changes in him, the more I started to see him differently. 

What was sensei to me? 

A parental figure? No. Sensei was 12 years older than me; not too old to be my parental figure, to be honest. And besides, my Mom was like a motherly figure to him while he was growing up, so there was no way in hell I saw Gojo sensei like a parent in my own life. 

A big brother figure? Sorry, but sensei didn't have any attributes of a responsible big brother. 

A friend? Sure, I could say that. To be fair, sensei did feel or behaved more like a friend than he did as a parent or big brother. 

Gojo sensei as my friend, huh... 

"What are you thinking?" sensei asked me all of a sudden, snapping his fingers in front of my face, eventually pulling me out of the trance. 

"Huh? Oh, nothing important..." I replied with a small sheepish chuckle, shaking my head at him before the waiter brought a new drink to our table; Cinderella. 

"You already knew I have a sweet tooth, right?" sensei let out another chuckle as he watched me staring at the new drink with curiosity. 

"I’m not good with sweets though…" I mumbled out before taking a small sip of Cinderella from my glass, my nerves tingled at the taste of it. "Too sweet!" 

Gojo sensei giggled out loudly upon hearing my response as a small smirk curled up to his lips once again, his eyes bored into my brownish amber ones, making it way too difficult for me to look away from his intense gaze. 

"Delicious, isn’t it?" 

To read the whole fanfic, check it out on Quotev and Wattpad - 

On Quotev - https://www.quotev.com/story/14002073/Lovely-Deadly-Jujutsu-Kaisen

On Wattpad - https://www.wattpad.com/story/281634331-lovely-deadly-jujutsu-kaisen

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[dis--parity]

In the penthouse apartment looming above the bustling night streets of Fort Greene, Brooklyn, another year has passed.

The entire room was once vibrant with music, and in the reaches of midnight, merely a few traces of mess remain from high-life guests so recently entertained. A phone, overflowing with well-wishes and text messages, sits unchecked and unread on the silk covering of white bedsheets.

A single text from a distant family member, replied to first thing in the morning, fades into blackness as the phone goes into sleep mode.

One room over, the body stands. All blinds drawn over the apartment except for one, peering over the sprawling lightshow that was their neighbourhood. Half-empty bottles of champagne lay discarded on the coffee table, their own glass still as full as it was when the night stared. Balloons deflate and glide gently to the floor in the weight of the atmosphere settling into serenity.

Behind blue eyes that once shone in celebratory mood, a somberness lies in the northward gaze xe holds on the horizon.

Wishes that the day could have been given to them extrapolate to a plea for control of xir life. That if xir rest was never to be granted to xem, that xe could at least do everything in xir power to have earned it anyway.

Another year has passed without that distant dream being fulfilled. Another strike of the hammer to further fasten the nail into it’s coffin.

Xe can’t interrupt their joy forever, though. Perhaps xe never will have a convenient moment for the occasion to be turned on xem; but so long as xe is here, so long as that spark is kept alive, a wildfire of coincidence and catastrophe may yet turn the coffin to char.

The blind shuts on the outside world at last. They won’t want to wake up to all this.

In the ground-floor apartment, close to the quietening streets of South Cambie, Vancouver, another year has passed.

The smell of freshly-burned dragon’s blood incense, with its sweet amber aroma, still lingers in the air around the bedroom. The door remains locked, the handle gathering the thinnest layer of dust from lack of use throughout the day - only the most recent of fingerprints lay upon the surface.

On the desk, the wrapping for a burger lays discarded; naught but a crumb remaining of the meal that once sat there, a double cheeseburger with all the fixings. The woman who called it her dinner still struggles to stomach it; a side dish of potato wedges lays neglected to the side, perhaps for her to call lunch the next day.

She takes in a deep, slow breath. Metallic fingers interlock with those of flesh, elbows resting upon the surface of her desk. Cognac eyes lid closed - and with the taste and smell lingering in her mouth, her mind’s eye gives way to the sight of them.

The longer she remembers the smile that kept her going, the gentle hand on her back when she struggled, the coat that shielded her from rain that threatened to leave her soaked, the wider her smile grows. The more memories that bubble to the surface - their first words together, their first meal together, their first kiss - the higher her heart soars.

But, it always ends in loss. It always ends in blood. It ends in farewells left unsaid, acts of love left unrealised, closure never granted to her soul, so restless as it is.

It always ends in tears. In almost eight years, never once has she mustered the strength to move on, to stifle her emotions that have no right lingering this long. Lips part to release a shaky breath, her arms threaten to give out from under her - and thank goodness she’s sitting, lest her legs threaten to follow suit.

Her hands, still clasped to the point of painful pressure, bring themselves to the bridge of her nose, resting upon her forehead as though assuming a position of prayer.

“I miss you so much,” she breathes. “Please let me share this day with you someday.”

#Alex;; IC #Garis;; IC #{ i make my own birthday content!!! } #{ i love doing this and YES finally i had the energy for it wfuqbkfquwybf }

[mtnkat3]

5.15pm

Random....

& then the muppets. Popped up & I'm a HUGE fan! Giggling hysterically!

Yes, difficult afternoon. Counseling at 1pm. Was a hard one. When emotions bring me to tears around other people. Yes, I need to cope & write about it.

But knew that wh wanted red lobster right after. [Endless shrimp is almost over.] Me, trout, potato, salad, water & chocolate wave cake a la mode. But all I'll be eating today.

Finally sitting down to brush the rats nest of knots from my hair. It's almost back to my waist, ~3~4" to go! I only trim it to keep it healthy. But driving with the windows down really helps me to cope with bumper to bumper & wh. Chuckling softly, & cat is purring in my lap now. She barely let's me sit down sometimes!

I really need my Beloved Bears hugs sssoooo badly right now. Just.. exhausted. Maybe that's the therapy, & the armor thyroid hasn't kicked totally in yet? [Started sa.10.29.2022].

Anyways.. I love you my soul's mates .. wherever.. whomever you are..

I can barely think right now.

Gotta keep working the issues though. Read my battlefield & boundaries books & take that knowledge, & the emdr skills & truly heal. Take back my power. Mom, & wh, cannot hurt me anymore. I have to learn those boundaries skills. As too, to like myself, to love myself.

That I am a valuable person. God Created me! I am who He wants me to be.. right now. He is Guiding & teaching me to be the woman He wants me to be for the future too. Just a woman that's been.. 'forged in fire.'

I won't ever give up. Not on life, not on me, & not on the love of my soul's precious Beloved Bears mates .. I love you .

God will work His Miracles. In His Time, Will, & His beautiful Plans!

So. I will work as I await.

~True love never dies & true love always waits.~

Your exhausted, humbled, listening quietly, closely & carefully .. quirky warrior queen daughter.

~Tijgeress kat Phoenix. 🌺

👩🤓⚓🙏🙇‍♀️☔🌂🔗💡⛓🧰⚙🏗🧱⚒🛠⚔⚖🗽🦅🕊🥧🍁🧣🥾🍋🥤🥨🥮🍯🍼☕🍫🍎🍑🍒🐯🐾🐐🦉🐢🐛🦋🌱🌺🌹🌻🌷🌳🧶🧵 ⌚🚀⚡🌠🗝🔱⚜💝🐻🦌🧩♠️♾🎯🧭🕯🎶💋

W.11.2.2022 6.01pm est.

[everygame]

Balloon Fight (NES)

Developed/Published by: Nintendo R&D1, HAL Laboratory / Nintendo Released: 22/1/1985 Completed: 12/05/2022 Completion: Looped it. 361,750. Trophies / Achievements: n/a

It’s Balloon Fight! I feel like I say this a lot at the start of articles, but it’s a bit of a weird one, isn’t it? I mean, Nintendo isn’t exactly a company we know for just wholesale ripping off competitors (and, in fact, their failure to do so successfully with Radar Scope blah blah blah rest is history) so it’s really odd that someone at Nintendo (Yoshio Sakamoto, I guess?) woke up and said “let’s just rip off Joust, I mean it’s from 1982, who is even going to remember.”

(I actually don’t really know how well the old Williams arcade machines were distributed in Japan, to be honest, so maybe it seemed even easier to get away with.)

Anyway, here’s what’s lucky for Nintendo… or at least lucky for me, after not enjoying much of the last two years of NES/Famicom output: I like Joust!

I thought for a minute there writing that I love Joust, but then I was like “steady on” because while I do definitely like it (I mean, I just said as much) it’s not the first machine I’m going to run to if I’m in an in an arcade–especially if there’s a Defender or a Robotron machine there.

However, it is a game I’m happy to play at length, and I found myself playing Balloon Fight over and over trying to get further and beat my high score for way longer than I expected, and way longer than anything since Xevious. It’s an interesting little clone, to be honest. It’s much less intense, with way slower enemies, you don’t die in one hit, and even including an “auto flap” button makes it easier to control. It tries to balance it out by literally never offering you extra lives… but if you take a hit and are able to survive to the next bonus round, you get a balloon back, so that’s nice.

Thanks to all of that, I was able to get deep into a second loop of this on my best game, which (to be honest) only takes a bit of practice because there are only 12 stages and four bonus stages, meaning this joins the long list of early NES titles that are, frankly, a bit stingy with the content. 

I suppose it includes Balloon Trip mode, which is (unlike the main mode) totally unforgiving; basically Flappy Bird but you go left instead of right and can, you know, move about with the d-pad. You die in one hit and it just runs forever, but it does have an amusingly high default high score (which I didn’t reach, and I can live with that.)

Balloon Fight, to be honest, is another release that just feels a bit… weak? It’s something I’d want less than an actual port of Joust, and the main shine that might keep players coming back is intentionally playing the two-player mode competitively, but it’s not even really set up for that. 

It could be worse. It could be (shudder) Ice Climber…

Will I ever play it again? I’m quite happy with my high score, so no.

Final Thought: Balloon Fight has a couple of interesting sequels, at least. I loved Balloon Kid on the Game Boy, and am excited to revisit it once I find a cartridge that I deem not over-priced (come on, all Game Boy cartridges should be like… $5) and there’s even Tingle’s Balloon Fight, which I have vague memories of picking up in I think the Osaka Super Potato for about the price I believe a Game Boy cartridge should be. It’s now… at the bottom of a box somewhere I guess? I’ll get to it!

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[thegoodthebadandtheempty]

I just realized that Haechan and I are the same age (and most of the dreamies too) and they're out there being majestic and shit and I'm sitting here, reading fanfics and simply existing as a potato.

#like i knew we are the same age #but i didn't KNOW we were the same age #am i making any sense? #anyway let's go back on potato mode #nct #nct dream #haechan #renjun #jaemin #jeno

[moemammon]

The Demon Bros reacting to: Losing Belphie at the Mall!

You can imagine how stressful it is going out with the Avatar of Sloth, who's known for being able to sleep anywhere. How do the brothers handle it??

Lucifer

*leans into mic* Goodbye you little shit-

Just kidding. Unless

Why can't they have a nice outing as a family for once? Why didn't he think to put Belphagor on a leash??

Already organizing a search party so they can find him. Delegates one brother to every section of the mall. "If you see anything out of the ordinary, call me at once."

Considers tying Belphie to Beel's back when they go out from now on.

Mammon

DON'T WORRY BELPH. YOUR BIG BRO IS COMING TO SAVE YA

Or something. He ends up going off on his own and gets separated from everyone else.

But that won't stop him from finding his baby bro! Who knows what kind of danger he could be in?! Mammon still remembers the time Belphie wound up on the other side of the devildom, somehow....

Gets distracted by every outlet he passes. "Ooh, those are on sale? Ya can never have too many sunglasses."

Somehow ends up buying a ton of shit before he remembers what he was actually doing

Levi

Ah damn, that's crazy

Anyway, let him know when you guys find him

Probably tries to be a Hackerman™️ and get into the mall's security cameras or something

He's not successful, despite his best efforts. Who would've known that real life isn't like video games at all? 😔✌️💦

"If this were an rpg, I'd just have to use a seeing spell, and I'd find him in no time... I'm no good with this real world stuff..."

Satan

detective mode: engaged

He has a magnifying glass and everything?? Don't even ask where he got it from. You'll kill his vibe

The "Let's split up and look for clues!" guy

Honestly, he's enjoying this way too much for someone who should be worrying about his little brother.

But it's fine since he seems to legitimately be looking for Belphie, unlike some people

Asmo

"Oh noo~! Belphie has gone missing?? Maybe I should....check the changing rooms to see if he's in there~"

Belphie is a demon so it's not like anything bad can happen to him

He's probably fine! Anyway Asmo's gonna be in the makeup department "looking for Belphie" if you need him

Boy is "looking" hard! He's practically breaking a sweat! Which is why he should try out these blotting wipes they have on display.

Is that a hyaluronic acid toner?! Wow....

Beel

Fucking ransacking the place. Beel leaves no stone (or person) unturned. Approaches random strangers to interrogate them about his brother's whereabouts.

Shakes mannequin "Belphie are you in there-"

Honestly? He's the most likely to find him. They've got that weird 'same brain' thing going on, so he's just checking everywhere he thinks Belphie might be

Ends up finding him in a department store sleeping on a discounted tempur-pedic mattress

Hoists him over his shoulder like a delicate sack of potatoes. All's well that ends well!

Belphie

He's died

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall we date obey me #obey me mammon #obey me beelzebub #obey me! #obey me beel #obey me! shall we date? #shall we date? obey me! #obey me belphegor #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me levi #obey me lucifer #shal we date? #shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me! headcanons #list

[wandaromanova]

Geek

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cussing, sexual suggestion, that’s all!

A/N: hello! hope you guys like this! happy reading <3

anon requested: Hi Kass! Could I request a super fluffy clingy Nat that’s trying to take her girlfriend shopping for video games and completely geeks out about like collectibles, games and other stuff? If you’re okay with it of course.

Summary: Y/N supports Natasha’s gaming addiction, despite not being a gamer herself.

Word Count: 1.5K

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“Come on, babe!”

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You rolled your eyes as your girlfriend, Natasha, pulled you by your hand and towards a store, GameStop, to be exact. 

The redhead has always had a love for video games, which surprised you, in all honesty. It wasn’t exactly the fact that she was a gamer that shocked you, it was more like her favorite game was an unexpected one; Minecraft. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Yeah. Natasha Romanoff, the world’s deadliest assassin, absolutely loved to play Minecraft.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

She had a thing for creating various buildings in survival mode. There was something soothing about going out and finding supplies to use that got your girlfriend all excited. 

Natasha played the game on the computer you had in the living room of your shared apartment, not having a game station of her own. So, you took the liberty of buying a brand new PS5 for her just because. Now, the redhead was on the hunt for a PlayStation Store gift card to purchase the BedRock version of Minecraft. 

Truthfully, you didn’t know the difference, regardless of how many times Natasha had tried to explain it to you. Although you tried to understand it, considering how much your girlfriend adored the game. 

“So… what’s the difference between the one on your computer and the one you’re trying to buy from the online store?” 

You questioned your girlfriend as she dragged you towards the gift card section, her eyes scanning the plethora of cards for the one she needed. 

“The Java Edition is the original version of the game that was created for PC users, which is the one I’ve been using. You can do multiplayer with other PC users.

You nodded your head as she spun around the gift card stand, her other hand still firmly holding your own. 

“The BedRock Edition is for gaming consoles. This version allows cross-platform multiplayer mode, which means I can play Minecraft with anyone, regardless of their console.”

Her eyes lit up when she caught sight of what she had been looking for. 

“Considering there hasn’t been a release of Minecraft for the PS5, I have to purchase it online, with this gift card.” 

Natasha smiled triumphantly when her eyes landed on what she was looking for. She selected the card and proudly presented it to you, a wide smile spread across her face.

“Ta-daaa, my ticket into the realms.” Natasha scrunched her nose up while lowering her voice into an ominous tone. You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle at her antics. 

“Is there anything else you want, nerd?” You looked around the busy store. God, there were so many weird people here, nerds.

“Okay, first of all… I’m a geek, not a nerd. If you’re gonna do something, do it right.” Natasha sassed and you raised your eyebrow at her as she began to pull you towards the collectibles section, not before shoving the gift card into your free hand. 

“Potato, patato.” Natasha flipped you off, lifting her middle finger up behind her back as she guided you through the busy store. 

You let out a chuckle, then suddenly, Natasha let go of your hand and practically ran towards your destination. 

“Babe! Look!! It’s a baby panda plushie!!” Natasha snatched the stuffed animal off of one of the shelves and quickly whipped around as you caught up with her. 

“Wow… very cool…” Your voice lacked enthusiasm and the redhead sent you a glare, landing a soft punch on your shoulder. 

“Uh, don’t even try and act like this isn’t cool. The panda is my favorite animal mod! They do cute little tricks when you feed them bamboo.”

Natasha hugged the plushie close to her chest. She gave you the best puppy dog eyes she could muster, paired with pouty lips. 

“Can I please get the baby panda? I’ll give you head later if you get it for me.” You let out a genuine laugh at your girlfriend’s words. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

She was really bribing you with sex in order to get a stuffed panda; adorable. 

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“I mean I was going to get it for you anyway, but I’m definitely not declining that offer.” 

Natasha let out a small squeal before pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. You winced, not being able to breathe. 

“Babe, I- I kinda need to be alive to buy it for you…” You croaked out and the redhead loosened her hold on you, pulling back to peck your lips repeatedly. 

Natasha let go of you and turned around to face the section once more. Her eyes lit up when she caught sight of another piece of Minecraft merch. 

“Baby, look. It’s a torch-shaped water bottle! It looks exactly like the ones in the game.” Natasha tucked the panda under her arm, reaching out to grab the item that was on a higher shelf. 

The Russian let out a huff when she failed to reach the water bottle. Shaking your head, you made your way over to her, placing a hand on her waist as you grabbed the bottle with ease. 

Natasha rolled her eyes at you as you handed the object to her, a cocky smirk on your face.

“Show off…” Natasha muttered as she turned around to face you, staring at the water bottle in awe. She was freaking out over how detailed the design was and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t the cutest shit you’ve ever seen. 

“I’ll get it for you if I can get head, twice.” Natasha looked up at you with a smirk on her face, her eyes focusing on your face. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Deal.” 

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A few hours later 

“Natty, dinner is ready.” You called out from the kitchen, your eyes lifting up to eye your girlfriend. 

She was sat on the couch in the living room, playing the version of Minecraft she had just downloaded. 

Natasha completely ignored you, too entranced by the video game.

With a sigh, you made your way out of the kitchen and sat beside the redhead, finally gaining her attention. 

“Baby, the graphics are so much better on this version than the other one.” You focused on the screen and watched as she opened the door of a home she built while you cooked dinner. 

“Look at all my dogs! I killed a ton of skeletons and got their bones so I could tame a shit ton of dogs.” Natasha smiled while your eyes widened. 

In a room of the house, there was nothing but dogs. The barks could be heard through the surround sound. 

“Jesus, Nat. How many do you have?” You couldn’t believe that she managed to find that many dogs. You’d watched her play a few times and you knew that it took a ton of time to come across dogs in the wild. 

“I have thirty. Aren’t they the cutest?” You turned your head to face Natasha’s side profile, a smirk making its way to your face. 

“Can I try?” You asked sweetly and Natasha immediately handed you the controller, showing you which buttons did what, before letting you play. 

You let out a small laugh as you began to hit the dogs with your hands, spamming the strike button as much as you could. 

Natasha let out a scream as the dogs yelped, your hits injuring them. You’d known this was possible because the redhead cried when she accidentally killed her dog on the PC a few months ago.

Seriously, she was devastated. This woman could kill men without flinching, but she cried for weeks after killing her virtual dog.

“Y/N! What the fuck are you doing? Stop!” Natasha exclaimed, yanking the controller out of your hand while you laughed uncontrollably. 

“I’m sorry, I had to. They’re not real and there are way too many! You can’t possibly take care of them all. It’s a small price to pay for salvation.” 

Natasha sent you a harsh glare, creases forming on her forehead. You let out a small sigh, wrapping your arms around her waist.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“You’re heartless. I’m dating a puppy murderer.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

The redhead grumbled out as she tried to get out of your grip, but you wouldn’t let her. 

“I’m sorry. I love you.” You shoved your face into her neck, your words coming out muffled against her skin. 

“No. Go fuck yourself. You killed two of my puppies.” The seriousness of Natasha’s tone sent you into another laughing fit. 

You pulled your face away from her neck, and sneaked a few kisses on her lips before placing one on her nose. 

Natasha tried her best to keep a straight face, but that didn’t last long. Her lips curled upward and she shook her head, cupping your cheek with one hand, and kissing you deeply. 

You disconnected your lips and stared into her emerald eyes. Her forehead was pressed up against yours as her eyes scanned your face.

“God, you’re such a nerd.” You breathed out when Natasha pulled her face back from yours slightly, a faux look of annoyance and offense across her features.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“For the last time, I’m a geek, not a nerd!” Natasha huffed out and your eyes softened, a playful smirk on your face. You absolutely adored her and loved to piss her off whenever you could.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“They’re interchangeable terms for loser.” 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Fuck you.” 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I mean… I was promised head.” 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I revoke that promise.”

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“Hey! That’s not how promises work!”

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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[cower-before-power]

Naked Attraction

Summary: A typical day in your art class turn into anything but when you’re introduced to your nude model for the week- a devastatingly gorgeous man named Levi.

Pairing: Modern AU Levi Ackerman x F!Reader

TW: Nudity, swearing, suggestive content, age gap (reader is 20, Levi is 30), dick jokes, reader is thirsty and lewds Levi hard, perhaps poorly written stuff about art and drawing because I literally know nothing haha

(minors please do not interact, just to be safe)

Link to A03 here

A/N: Hello all! This is my entry for @ghost-party’s Meet Cute Collab with my darling husband Levi. I’ve never written for him before so I was a little nervous haha, I hope I did him justice! Thank you to everyone who reads, likes, comments, and reblogs- you are all wonderful and I appreciate your support! I hope you enjoy, my sweet potatoes!

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“Morning,” Jean greets you with a crooked smile and a steaming cup of coffee. It’s the good stuff from the café by his apartment, your favourite thing to help your brain shift into creative mode. “You’re later than usual.”

You grab the cup from him, sighing as you feel the warmth bleed into your hands. “Overslept. Barely had time to get dressed and brush my teeth.”

Jean’s eyes rove over you as you sink into your chair, humming to yourself as you sip on your drink. “I can see. Do you know you’re wearing two different shoes? And I think your sweater is on inside out. Why do you still even have that ugly thing anyways?”

“Thank you for your comments,” you roll your eyes. “I know I look like a hot mess and I don’t need any words from you, Mr. I Asked The Nude Model Out And Got Shot Down.”

Jean’s ears turn red, and he shoots you a dirty look before busying himself with arranging his pencils. “Shut up.”

You snicker to yourself as you set up your own area. Last week’s model had been a soft, pretty brunette that had instantly made Jean all starry-eyed, like a teenage boy with his first crush. It was generally considered a bit taboo to ask out the nude models, but he’d thrown that aside and gone for the kill after she’d slid back into her clothes. She’d laughed and patted his cheek like he was a naughty child asking for candy before dinner. Then proceeded to walk out and climb onto the back of her boyfriend’s motorcycle (but not before making out with said boyfriend for a good 5 minutes, minimum).

Jean had been left with red cheeks and no date, and you’d been left with great blackmail material.

“I wonder who will be our victim today,” you decide to take mercy on your poor friend and change the subject. “Most likely a guy, since we had a woman last week.”

“We’ll know in about 5 minutes,” Jean looks up at the clock on the wall. “Old Cueball is never late.”

Sure enough, in exactly 5 minutes your very bald and very punctual professor casually strolls through the door. A short man in a green coat is following him, presumably your newest subject. You crane your neck, trying to get a better look at his face, but all you can see is dark hair falling like a curtain over pale skin.

“Good morning class,” Professor Pyxis greets you, tossing his briefcase down on his desk with his usual nonchalant air. “I see you are all ready, so let’s get right to it.” He gestures to the person beside him. “This is Mr. Levi Ackerman. He’s your model for the week.”

The class murmurs in curiosity as the mentioned Levi Ackerman turns to face the room.

You swear your heart actually skips a beat.

Steel gray eyes observe the room from a face that practically begs to be immortalized through art. Every line is hard and strong, covered in clear skin that looks like it would slide under your fingers like the smoothest silk. Your eyes drink in his features greedily, from the regal bridge of his nose to the proud edge of his jaw. You decide your favorite thing though, is his cheeks. They are utterly cherubic, round and full and dusted ever so lightly with the lightest shade of pink.

He’s possibly the prettiest man you have ever seen.

“Hey, I know him,” Jean whispers, cutting off your entranced thoughts. “That’s Mikasa’s distant cousin, the one I told you she found on Ancestry.com last year. I’ve met him once, he’s got a stick so far up his butt, he’d need surgery to remove it. Never would have pegged him for the type to do this sort of thing.”

You vaguely remember a previous conversation involving Jean’s childhood friend and some long lost relatives.

“He doesn’t look that uptight,” you muse, too busy admiring the way his lips glint temptingly under the fluorescents to really process Jean’s words. “He’s beautiful, like something out of a Renaissance painting.”

Jean opens his mouth to reply, but Pyxis begins to speak.

“As usual, draw whichever side of him is facing you, all angles will be graded equally,” your professor plops himself down in his chair, already scrolling through his phone to find the playlist for the day. “Completed drawings to be submitted to me by the end of class on Friday. Please remember be respectful and courteous to our guest. Mr. Ackerman, whenever you’re ready.”

The man nods to your professor, already slipping out of his coat as he steps up onto the platform in the center of the room. You watch, mesmerized, as he proceeds to shed himself of his clothes. It’s rigid and methodical (he folds his clothes like he’s worked his whole life in a department store), but somehow oddly endearing. Every inch of his body that is revealed is consumed eagerly by your shameless stare, and you sincerely hope you don’t start drooling. By the time he carefully removes his final items, you feel like you are vibrating in your seat.

Holy fucking shit, he’s built like a god. Like Michelangelo himself carved him out of a block of the most pristine marble. You trace your gaze down the column of his throat, over the strong shoulders and sinewy arms, the impressive set of abs, the thighs that look like they could crush your head and you’d be nothing but happy about it. It takes a minute before you’re able to make yourself look between his thighs, and when you finally do, you have to looks away immediately. Good grief, even that is stupidly handsome. You can’t help but wonder if it would feel as nice as it looks.

Your face heats from your lewd thoughts, and you grip your pencil so hard it almost snaps. Beside you, Jean snickers.

“You okay over there? It looks like you’re about to explode.”

“Can it,” you hiss, glad that the ambient music Pyxis chose will probably keep your conversation private. “I can’t help it that I’m looking at the most gorgeous dick attached to the most gorgeous man I think I’ve ever seen.”

“You haven’t seen mine.”

“I don’t own a microscope.”

“Ooooh, see if I buy you coffee tomorrow, bitch.”

You stick your tongue out at him before turning back to your easel. As you move, you catch the gaze of Levi, his expression unreadable. Warmth creeps up the back of you neck, and you duck behind your sketchpad in embarrassment. You seriously hope he didn’t hear you, he’d probably report you to Pyxis for being creepy. You decide to lock all your stupid horny thoughts deep within the recesses of your mind, and take a few deep breaths to clear your head.

It works, and as you touch pencil to paper, the desire to create overflows inside of you.

Unsurprisingly, you become utterly engrossed in your work, your pencil sweeping over the pad with almost a mind of it’s own. Levi is the perfect model; you swear he’s not even breathing as he majestically hold his pose without even a quiver. The contours of his body spring to life on the page, and you can’t stop the joyful smile that blooms on your lips as you work. It’s times like these, when everything is so perfect, that you truly realize just how much you love making art.

Before you know it, Pyxis announces class is over, and you’ll resume with Levi tomorrow. The man of the hour begins to re-dress as your fellow classmates pack up their supplies and file out. You absent mindedly wave to Jean, who is practically sprinting out the door so he can make his next class all the way across campus. You’re still engrossed in your drawing, staring at it with critical eyes. It good, one of the best starts you’ve had all year, but now that the high of creating has worn off, you can see where you need to improve.

“You’re very good.”

You gasp and jump, whirling around to find Levi standing behind you, eyes fixed on your sketch. How did he even get there? You hadn’t seen him or heard him.

“Oh, uh, Mr Ackerman!” You squeak, your heart racing like you’ve just run a marathon.  “T-that’s very nice, I mean, thank- thank you very much!”

“It’s Levi,” your muse says, seemingly unbothered by your stammering. “Yours is going to be the best one here.”

You blink stupidly at his bold statement. “Did you look at all of them?”

“No,” Levi’s voice is firm, a tone that brokers no argument. “But you had the most joy on your face while you worked. That much passion doesn’t churn out stuff that looks like shit.”

“Oh, that’s only because you are such a great model,” you gush, insides turning warm at his praise. “You stayed so still and you looked so damn regal and you’re just so pretty and-” Your eyes go wide as you realize the absolute words vomit leaving your mouth, mortification slithering up your spine.

“I’m pretty?” Levi raises an eyebrow. “You think I’m pretty?”

“No!” You shout, and the man’s other eyebrow joins the first. “No wait, yes! I mean, fuck, I mean you are probably the most handsome man I’ve ever seen!”

Levi’s eyebrows have now practically become one with his hairline. You wring your hands, wishing the floor would just open up and swallow you. “I-well- come on, people must tell you how good looking you are! I can’t be the first.”

“No, but you certainly are the most enthusiastic about it,” Levi deadpans.

Oh, someone just put you out of your misery now.

“I’m sorry,” you offer, cringing internally at your complete ineptitude to hold a conversation with an attractive man. “I....get carried away sometimes.”

“It’s fine,” Levi’s stoic expression softens just a little. “It’s kind of nice to hear, actually. Usually I’m told I’m good looking, but ‘far too short’.”

“That’s bullshit.” you say vehemently, honestly shocked people would deny this man his godhood over something as trivial as height. “Who cares if you’re shorter? It doesn’t detract from you. What’s that phrase again? Good things come in small packages? Well, not that you’re small, I’m not saying that, I just meant-”

“Yes, you did seem to find my package....good,” Levi interrupts, and you swear you see the corners of his lips twitch upwards.

Your eyes widen in horror as your brain replays your hushed conversation with Jean. “You heard that?!”

“I’m told I have exceptionally good hearing.”

“Oh fuck me,” you groan, burying your face in your hands. “I am literally so, so, sorry. That was completely out of line. I have no excuse other than it’s clearly been too long since I’ve gotten some, but that’s no reason to make you uncomfortable. Please, if there’s anything I can do to to make it up to you, I’ll do it!”

“Have tea with me.””

Your head shoots up, surprise coloring your features. “What?”

“Tch, you heard me,” Levi tuts, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out his phone. “I haven’t got free time till Saturday-stupid Shitty Glasses wanting to trade shifts-but if you want to go out, give me your number and we can work out the details.”

You stare at him with your mouth open, unsure if this is really happening or you’re vividly daydreaming again.

“Umm, are you sure?” You ask, wondering if you should pinch yourself to see if you are indeed imagining things. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m wearing two different shoes and my sweater is inside out. Believe me when I say these sorts of fashion statements happen more often than not. Plus, I practically salivated over you like some sort of horny middle aged suburban housewife who hasn’t been laid in years.” You pause to take a breath, once again unable to stop the words from spewing forth like a fountain. “And I’m so awkward! I mean, are you comfortable in this conversation? And I can’t stop talking once I’ve gotten going, and I say the weirdest shit, and, and-”

“I like you,” he says simply, as if he’s just declared something as obvious as 1+1=2. “I couldn’t give a flying fuck about all the stuff you just said, you’re just... you, and I like it. So, do you want to go on a date or not?”

“O-oh,” you suddenly feel shy, your tummy filling with butterflies at the look of sincerity on his handsome face. You’d never met anyone quite like Levi Ackerman before, and you weren’t about to pass up the opportunity to get to know the man behind the drool-worthy muscles.  “Uh, yes, please, I would like that. Very much.”

An almost relieved expression crosses Levi’s face, and he hands you his phone to type in your number. You notice the time as you do so, and sigh sadly as you hand him his device back.

“Well I better go,” you say reluctantly, suddenly fervently wishing it was Saturday already. “I’ve got another class in 15 minutes.”

“I’ll walk you there,” Levi says briskly, slipping his phone back into his coat. “To make sure you get there safely. Someone might murder you on account of their eyes being assaulted by that garish sweater. ” The corners of his lips twitch upwards once again, and you grow warm all over, from both his gentle teasing and the knowledge he isn’t quite ready to say goodbye yet either.

“Excuse me, I thought you said you didn’t give a ‘flying fuck’ about my attire,” you huff, but you’re grinning as you quickly pack up your bag.

“I don’t care it’s inside out, but you have to know that is the ugliest fucking color know to man,” Levi says, holding out his hand. Your brain malfunctions slightly for a moment, until you realize he’s offering to carry your bag for you. The butterflies inside you whip themselves into a frenzy as you pass him your stuff, your hand just grazing over his. Handsome, funny, honest, and sweet? How is this guy even real?

“I’ll have you know, this sweater is an absolute delight. When it’s inside right,” you stick up your nose, but unable to stop he laugh that slips past your lips.

Levi rolls his eyes in an almost playful manner. “Doubtful .”

You’re not sure where it comes from, but a sudden rush of confidence fills you. “If you’re so offended by it, maybe you should just rip it off of me.”

The tips of Levi’s ears turn a delightful shade of pink. You’re sure your own skin is hot enough to cook an egg on.

“Wear it Saturday then,” Levi’s ears may be flushed, but his eyes flash with something that makes your spine tingle. The insinuation of his words has your gut clenching and your mind whispering fervent prayers to please please please make Saturday get here faster, I don’t ask for much, please!

“Only if you wear your modeling outfit,” you manage to say, trying your best to sound coy when you feel like you might combust into a pile of lust and giddiness. “I’ve never seen someone wear it so well, and I want a closer look.”

If possible, Levi’s eyes grow even darker, and you just know Saturday is going to be one of the best damn days of your entire life.

“Deal.”

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[clarissalance]

A sneak peck on the corner of your lips

Pairing: Xingqiu x G/N!reader, Chongyun, mention of Xiangling and Liyue trio

Warning: a peck, hugging, reader and Xingqiu are the same age 

Word count: 3943

Summary: You are going on a ghost-hunting trip with Chongyun and Xingqiu to Mingyun village.

A/N: Last time I said I’m going to write shorter fic, well, my fingers accidentally slip and tada, here it is. I feel like this Xingqiu is a little bit too shy compare to the game but I want to make him blush (or any character in general). This one takes me quite a long time to write but I hope you all enjoy it. Maybe I should write Venti next, I totally forgot his birthday until my feed was flooded with his fanart. I’m sorry Bartobas ;-;   Anyhow, please shower Xingqiu with a lot of love!! He’s the reason why I can pass abyss floor 11. 

Picture credit: Pinterest. ( I really don’t know the author of this picture. If you find the source, please comment so I can add. Thank you (❁´◡`❁) ) 

Hanging out with the Liyuen trio has always been an adventure full of thrill and excitement. Usually, there would be someone who ends up with all troubles and mischiefs the other two sets up. Chongyun is our center, holding a strike 10 times in a row, while Xiangling sometimes gets bombed by them, but it’s nothing compared to our popsicle boy. Xingqiu, you have never heard of him getting into any troubles, but he has been the famous one in the town for plotting pranks and tricks. The victim is Chongyun, and he’s somehow still very oblivious, despite many times falling into the holes.

Maybe the boy is just too naïve and trusting for his own good. 

“ Xiangling is not coming today. ”  Xingqiu announces, successful getting your attention and Chongyun’s.  “She’s busy with the restaurant, so today, there will be only three of us.” Letting out a commital sound, you return your focus back onto the unfinished charm on your hand, fingers skillfully waving through the strings. 

“ Guess we’re off to Mingyun then.” Chongyun stands up abruptly from his seat, the sound of clothes rustling together. “I got a reliable intel this time about a ghost there.” 

Glance up from the unfinished charm, you shoot a questioning look to Xingqiu, to which he sends you a wink and a charming smile. The source of ‘reliable intel’ Chongyun is telling you here definitely comes from Xingqiu. Somehow, the boy has managed to stay away from the Chongyun’s suspicion list, even after those obvious unrealistic intel disguise as pranks. You wonder how has he manage to deceive the poor exorcist this time. 

“Chongyun, there are only hilichurls in Mingyun village. No one is there.” You state the obvious. How can he fall for this so many times? The light blue hair boy turns at you and tilts his head in confusion, waiting for you to anticipate more details. He is really dense, isn’t he? 

“ So, how did you get intel about a spirit at the place if there is no one lives there?” Letting out a huff, you fold your arm, feet tapping impatiently.  

“ Someone sends me the request this morning.” He pulls out a white envelope in his pocket and hands it to you, smiling a bit enthusiastically. The envelope has no trace that indicates sender, yet the exorcist assures you it’s a reliable source. You have no idea what his standard of ‘reliable' is anymore. 

Inside the envelope is an expensive-looking card, the curving and neat writing dances on the piece. Bringing the paper closer, you can faintly make out the scent of floral perfume mingles with the fresh wooden smell of crisp paper. “By the look, this looks more like a love letter than a request of exorcism to me. You’re sure it’s not from one of the maidens?” A little further away, you can hear the sound of someone choking on breath and a muffled laugh. Chongyun then mutters something about no one would send him a love letter anyway. Oh, so he doesn’t know then. Did this boy live under a rock or something? 

This is too well-crafted for a mere prank. Did Xingqiu handwriting improve this much over the past month? Eyeing the blue boy suspiciously, you carefully watch his interaction with the young exorcist while reading the content. 

This letter is pretty legit, but you’re still very suspicious of a certain someone over there who meticulously crafts this. If you ask, will he answer truthfully or skit around the subject again? 

Putting the card back into the envelop and return them to Chongyun, you finally raise your hand in defeat. Coming with them might be a better solution, in case the exorcist condition gets out of control, you can help Xingqiu carry him back.  

“Fine, let’s see the spirit ourselves then.” You stand up, hand dusting your clothes. “ If we’re lucky enough, we might be able to see the adepti on the mountain before catching the ghost.” Shrugging, you beam brightly at the shoulder-shaking Xingqiu and the scratching-head Chongyun. You can already guess what will happen in the village after so many times witnessing Xingqiu’s prank. Is this what we called… experiences? 

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Mingyun village is located on a mountain and surrounded by many dried up ores mines, which result in people leaving their homes and moves to the Chasm and Harbor. As your group slowly trek to the written address, you notice an unusually high activity of hilichurls. It’s common for them to move to an abandoned village but isn’t this a little too much? From broken bridge connect the Guili Plain, there are many groups clustering, wandering among themselves. Even Chongyun tries to avoid them, not jumping on their head as usual. 

Imagine fighting this many hilichurls, you don’t think your group can make it back to the harbour in one piece. Padding quietly, you walk faster toward Xingqiu, hoping to stick close to him. At least if fighting is bounded to happen, he can protect you. The young master still keeps his unfazed face, following Chongyun while eyes glued on his book. You remember he already finished reading this book?   

“ Psstt.” You whisper. “ Are you sure we’re heading the right way? That direction is crowded with monsters.” From here, they can barely see the beast but you can sense an abundant amount over there. 

“ It’s this way. It’s marked on the map.” Chongyun answers, eyestrain on a piece of paper, which results in his misstep and tripping. Behind, Xingqiu looks up and worriedly calls out to be careful. You trust Chongyun map-reading skill, but right now, you’re very concerned about his navigation. How can he navigating if he does not even look at the road? 

As the scorching sun blazing down the heat, big droplets of sweat dripping down your forehead, and your shirt starts to stick on your skin. Ah, you forgot summer has arrived. The path is sun-drenched, not a single shade can be found. The sweltering heat in this village is almost unbearable, despite the area is borderline with Dragonspine. How can not a single breeze from Dragonspine drift to this area? 

As you lazily following the group, your mind starts going into vacation mode. You imagine staying under the shade, enjoy the cool breeze and munching ice cream. The village is quite close to Yaoguang Shoal, maybe you can convince the guys to head down there after they finish their task. In this weather, dipping your feet in the cold water while enjoying popsicles are the best. Stealing some from Chongyun might not be that bad. 

Next to you, the Chongyun and Xingqiu are not affected as much as you, maybe because they carry visions? You wonder how their visions help them to cool down? 

“ Xingqiu.”  You call, hand fanning your face. The boy looks up from his book, humming, unfazed by the boiling weather. Is he not feeling hot at all? Under all of those long sleeve shirt? 

“Can we hold hand?”

As soon as the question leaves your mouth, some things don’t feel right. Did you phrase it, a little bit weird? 

The cerulean-haired boy chokes on his saliva, eyes widen in surprise, almost drop his precious rare novel. You think you definitely phrase it wrong. 

“ Are you okay?” Chongyun turns back abruptly after noticing the coughing sound, his blue eyes filled with worries.

Xingqiu shakes his head and waves his hand, motioning the exorcist to turns back to his map. After a few second of heaving, he finally returns back to normal, shooting you stinky eyes and put his book away. It’s not your fault that he chokes on his own saliva. He chokes it by himself. 

“Why would you want… to hold my hand?” Xingqiu questions, cringing at his cracking voice. 

“Don’t you feel hot under this weather?” You point your finger at the sky, bright rays hitting your face. Xingqiu nods in confusion, still not understand how your request related to this question. 

“If we hold hand, maybe you can share with me some of your coolness.” 

Xingqiu stares owlishly at you, and you elaborate more on how the pyro transfers heat through physical touch, and maybe, hydro has a similar mechanism. 

As you explain, you notice how his shoulders shaking, while his face remains perfectly calm, except for the betraying light curve on his mouth. Is he trying to contain his smile? 

Finally, Xingqiu folds in half and blurts out in laughter, tears forming at the corner of his eyes. In between his howling, the boy breathlessly explains how you misunderstand the elements and visions aren't used for this situation.   

Potato, potato, you don’t believe the mischievous vision-holder over there has never tried using his vision for different purposes other than fighting.  

Your face burns up, you’re not sure if it’s because of the burning sun, or the embarrassment caused by the hydro user over there. Pouting, you turn away from him, stomping toward Chongyun direction instead.  

Hmph, if Xingqiu isn’t going to help you to cool down, then you’d have to ask the exorcist. Somehow, you already know the man is going to hesitate because it might disturb his congenital condition. Well, you’re just going to bribe him with two or three popsicles when you are coming back to the harbour. Nothing a little money can’t fix. And maybe a lot of persuasions too.

As soon as you make your mind, you rush toward Chongyun, calling out for the cryo user. The exorcist is a distance away from you both, and he doesn’t turn back even when you call out for him. Does this mean he didn’t hear the conversation between you and Xingqiu? 

   Casually skipping toward Chongyun, you call for him again-

“Chongyun, can I... ” before, suddenly hands from behind wrap around your neck, pull you into a wall of meat. You wince at the hard collision with the chest, sensation of callous fingers on your shoulder bring your longing desired: Coolness. Surprised by the sudden touch, you shoot your eyes wide open and crane your neck behind, immediately meet with a sly amber orb. 

What is he doing?

Followed by your call, Chongyun curiously turns back and his gentle light blue eyes unwavering. He doesn’t seem to be surprised at this scene. 

Does Xingqiu always this touchy? 

The young exorcist raises his brows at you but behind, Xingqiu waves his hand dismissive, successfully driving the young boy away, even before you can form your word. 

You see the exorcist shrugs and turns his attention back on the piece of paper, heading deeper into the abandoned village, distance between the cryo users and you two starts to grow.

You gawk shockingly into his small figure starts to get smaller, mouth gapes open slightly. 

Did Chongyun just leave you behind? What kind of cold-heart friend is he? He definitely saw you are being held back by Xingqiu, right? 

Behind, you hear Xingqiu mumbles something about Chongyun being ‘unbelievable’, ‘workaholic’ and ‘careless friend’. Shouldn’t you be the one who says that?   

All of a sudden, you realize your back touching his chest, his hands wrap around you from behind. From here, you can smell the faint vanilla and a mix of woody, musk scent. 

He reminds you of old books, the feeling of immersing yourself in a dusty library. 

Blood rushing to your face, and the first thing that comes to your mind is to escape from his hold. The hydro user somehow able to read your mind, his grip tightens, holding you close. 

In an intimate position, with you both fall in silence, your senses suddenly heighten. Even separated by layers of clothes, you can still feel the heat from Xingqiu. The rapid beat of your heart thumping in your rib cage, the coolness from his palm seeping slowly into your skin. 

Somehow his touch doesn’t cool you but heating you up more, your body slowly burns up like a furnace. “ C-can you let me go ?” You stutter, squirming helplessly inside the young hydro user, avoiding his teasing gaze.  

“ You asked me to touch you, so I comply with my liege's request.” 

“ I didn't ask you to touch me.” You quip back at the shameless hydro user, body twisting weakly inside his hold, the sound of clothes rustling. How come you both learn martial arts, yet your strength is nothing compared to him?  

“ This is not holding a hand.” You point out at his long arms wrap just under your neck, sulky. “ And stop hugging me. It’s burning in here.” 

Xingqiu gives you a grin, amber orbs shoot you a questioning gaze. Well, it’s not true. His long-sleeved are rolled up, exposing the long slender arms, now is pressing on the thin layer of fabric, resonating with coolness. It feels like hydro is running under the vein of his arm. His fingers wrap on your shoulder, constantly transferring the calming sensation of flowing water. 

 “Isn’t this position more efficient than holding hand?” The hydro lazily rests his face on your shoulder, smirking devilishly. You have to admit this is much cooler than holding a hand, but this is too intimate. Flustered by his alluring gaze, you turn your head away, feet start moving toward the exorcist direction. 

“W-we sh-ould catching up with Chongyun, he’s quite far away.” Stammering like a mess, you point your finger at the general direction where the exorcist was heading, the image of a light blue boy is getting smaller, slowly mending into the heat under the scorching furnace resting on your head. A chuckle is followed, but Xingqiu doesn’t say anything else, hands still wrap loosely around you, trailing steps after you. 

You are too naïve to think that walking fast will break his hold. The young master of Feiyun Commerce Guild has proved your effort is futile. He effortlessly adjusts to your pace even when you purposefully try to quicken your step or stop abruptly. He doesn’t faze by your antic, instead, leaning close to your ear and blow hot air into your ears teasingly, knowing well how flustered you are. 

From here, you can see Chongyun still having his eyes glued on the piece of paper, still not noticing his companions drift far behind him. Indeed he is careless, maybe you two should keep a close distance to protect him. 

“ Are you getting cooler?” Xingqiu suddenly leans close, his face just a few inches away from yours. 

You hold your breath in silence, heart almost drops at his close proximation. Can he not scare you like that? “ It's getting cooler.” As much as you tempted to elbow the hydro user away, you know how hot it will be without having his arms wrap around you, so you easily give in. 

The two of you keep a decent pace while the boy wraps his hand around you, clinging like a koala. Look around, you realize this place is mostly dry trees somehow manage to root in the barren soil, broken wagons and holed baskets lying around in this place. Luckily, this area has much fewer hilichurls compares to the entrance of the village. Look like they’re also trying to find a shade in this weather. This place is closed to Dragonspine, and you still have no idea how the land doesn’t receive a single cool breeze from the frosted city.  

“Why did you pull me back earlier?” Hesitantly, you ask him. 

Xingqiu let out a confusing sound, not registering your question. Should you elaborate some more?     

  “When I was calling out to Chongyun.” You quickly add, trying to keep your voice steady and casual.  

“ Oh, that.” He hums, his arms tighten around you. Why did he even hold you closer than before? You didn’t try to pry off his hug, why all of a sudden? 

“ Because…  you were… about to ask Chongyun to h-hold your hand right?” Freeze at his words, you twist your neck, curious at the face he is making right now. It’s rare for him to sound this uncertain about something. As a second son of the Guild Manager of one of the biggest trading guild in Liyue, the young man has been trained to speak with perfection. Every word coming from this young man is carefully formulated and spoken with utmost confidence. 

 As you face him, the young man furrows his brows, amber eyes fill with hesitant and worried. Why is he acting like this? A sudden wave of guilt washing your stomach, uneasiness slowly sinks deep into your skin. 

You… are not supposed to call out for Chongyun?

 “ B-but you laugh at me when I explain about the coolness exchange?” Tilting your head in confusion, you can’t help to not follow the hydro user thoughts. He refused you first, wasn't he? It should be normal for you to find Chongyun instead. The exorcist will probably agree to anything as long as he can help. “Wouldn’t it make more sense if I go to find Chongyun instead?” 

“And holding hand with Chongyun? Archon, no!” Your skin jumps as Xingqiu raises his voice, and you have no idea what tickles him. Why fuzzing over something so trivial like this? 

“ We always hold hands. There’s nothing wrong with it.” You can’t help to shoot back. “ You also hold his hand too.” 

“N-no, our holding hand is different.” He can weakly defend, trying to rack his brain out to think of a time when they hold hands. He gives up soon afterwards. “Besides, you shouldn’t be holding hands with anyone.” 

“ For your information, this is much more scandalous than holding hand.” You meekly point out, finger poking on his arm bares smooth skin. Twist back, you lean in closer, eyes crinkle into the shape of crescent moons. “And what’s wrong with us kids holding hand?”   

  Xingqiu can’t help but let out a defeated sigh, face drops down your shoulder and sulky buries his face in the crook of your neck.  His hot breaths tickle the sensitive skin, cerulean locks brushing your cheek. Under his breath, you can barely make out his muffle word, saying something about don’t understand. 

You slowly trek toward Chongyun’s direction, humming along with familiar tunes. Sudden changes from Chongyun and Xingqiu have no longer made you felt lonely or sadden. Boys at this age are unusual. They aren’t being closed with you as before, no longer inching close to you or hugging you from behind. They are more cautious when being close with you, more mindful when your fingers accidentally graze their.  

If you ask them directly, will they answer you why they're acting like a married woman, always jumping every time you innate skinship?   

You have a feeling they probably won't answer that. 

“ /N… Y/N! ”

Abruptly, you raise your head, forehead almost hitting with Xingqiu’s. Your face is a breath away from his, so close that you can see his long lashes fluttering like a butterfly, shying away from the captivating eyes. His porcelain skin is smooth and flawless, a sudden urge tells you to caress it. A blush slowly creeping up his cheek, and finally, the hydro user shies away, staring at the road.   

Xingqiu clears his throat. “ I was talking to you. You were spacing out again?” You can only offer him a sheepish smile. 

“ S-sorry, I was thinking about something.” 

Xingqiu looks up and stares at your face intently like he is trying to make his way into your maze-like mind. You shift away from his fierce gaze, but the hydro user is faster. His fingers easily catch your face, your cheeks fit perfectly into his cool smooth palm. Xingqiu lets out an amusing chuckle, fingers squishing your cheek playfully like a stress-reliever. 

You feel like he has you wrapped around his little finger, literally. 

“I don’t know what you were thinking, but whatever it is, it’s incorrect.” Despite the mean fingers toying your cheek, his voice is awfully soft and reassuring. Is he trying to comfort you? Carefully, you gloss your eyes over to his direction, observing the mischievous feature on his face slowly melts into a soft and mellow. 

Before you can enjoy the rare gentle side of his, the amber eyes slowly gleam with playfulness, and he leans closer, only stops when your face is just a breath away. His hot breath fanning on your cheek, tickling. He is so close to you, so close that if you tilt your head, our lips will meet. 

“ A moment ago, I said that you shouldn’t let any male hold your hand right?” His voice drops low, golden orb flickers like a torch. What is he planning again?  You carefully nod. 

He isn’t going to… bite you right? 

“ You see, holding hand...” The young man chuckles slyly, the arm was wrapped around your neck makes the way down and nudges into your hand, fingers interlocking. " can easily drifting to this." You turn back fully to face him, the other hand still glazes your cheek. 

“ They can easily slip their arm around you into a hug…” Slowly, the coolness in your palm slips away and snakes around your shoulder.  “Then, they can…” Xingqiu’s grip on your cheek slowly relaxes, fingers slowly inch down on your neck. 

Take a big gulp of saliva, you can only widen your eyes, nervously follow at the tracing fingers of his. His long digits don’t stop after wandering around your neck, they slowly creep up, follow your jaw, and then cup on your cheek. The cooling sensation you craved a moment ago now feels like frost nipping on your skin. Heart thumping loudly in the rib cage, you unconsciously hold your breath, waiting for his next move.    

In the comfortable silence, his thump delicately brushes your cheek, caressing the sensitive skin. You notice his touch is loving and delicate, it makes you want to snuggle your face into his palm, enjoying this lasting moment. 

“…then what?” You open your mouth impatiently, voice light and mushy. 

A light pinkish blush quickly dusts on his cheek, you feel the man in front of you tenses up, but he remains his eye contact with you, refuses to avoid your gaze. His lips quiver but nothing coming out. Is he… hesitating?  Finally, you hear him mumbles something quietly.   

…you

“ What ?” You cock your brows and inch closer, eyes training on his plump lip. They remain still. 

Feeling an intense gaze on your head, you feel a light squeeze on your cheek so you curiously tilt your chin up, just to see Xingqiu leans down and presses a light peck at the corner of your mouth.

His plump lips brush yours like a feather, almost non-touching. It’s soft and plush, but the moment only lasts for a few second. Abruptly, the coolness on your cheek leaves hastily, follows by his sleeveless arm around your shoulder. 

As soon as you realize what just happened, the young master of Feiyun Commerce Guild has already dashed away, leaving a burning tomato behind. You shyly lower your head, face heats up profusely.  Fingers slowly draw up to your lip, you recall the feeling of his lip touching yours. 

You feel like you can combust right here and right now.   

Unknownst to you, if you look in his direction, you might have spotted a pair of red ears and his inelegant falling on his butt.   

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[the-paris-of-people]

Ooooh you’re taking fic request? I’d love something with Ben and Devi dancing together at the winter dance, he 100% was gonna ask her to dance with him

"So,” Devi asks as Ben’s buttery fingers slip nervously around her waist. He’s gentle as he touches the beads on her dress. Devi smiles to herself. This was the same nerd who instagrammed his PSAT score? “Why’d you want to dance with me? Are you sure you’re not a perv?” 

“I thought we already established that,” He jokes. His shoulder relax as they fall into their normal repartee. Whew. They were back to normal. They could forget about all the weird stuff that had happening between them over the past couple months and go back to Ben and Devi, academic rivals. “I’ll stop at nothing to be a creep.” 

“Soon you’ll be an insurance adjuster in Tarzana inviting kids on Reddit to pizza,” She quips back, upbeat.

Ben grins and laughs that high-pitched laugh he does when he’s really happy. Back when they were sworn enemies, Devi used to hate the sound. Now it’s kind of her favorite. They get caught in a cycle of laughing together, where Ben’s laugh makes Devi laugh which makes Ben laugh even more, and their laughs are always much longer that they need to. It’s weird. She doesn’t feel this way with Paxton, this security and slow warmth spreading from her chest and down to her belly. It was such a special feeling she shared only with Ben.

“No,” Ben shakes his head and stares sincerely at her. Devi gulps at his wide, intense eyes. “I just hated seeing what happened with Paxton today. I know Eleanor is your date and you love your girl group, but.. I just wanted you to be able to dance with someone else tonight.” 

“Oh,” Devi bobs her head. He felt bad for her. That’s what it was, of course. He just felt bad for her and was being nice, in normal Ben mode. There was nothing going on. “Yeah, that makes sense. But you don’t have to make sure I’m having a good time, I’m fine! Eleanor and I have been scarfing the cupcakes all night at the table. They’re divine.” 

“Ehhhh, they’re okay,” Ben shrugs, lifting an eyebrow in classic Gross fashion just when he was on the verge of a brag. “Not to toot my own horn, but I know way better cupcakes in L.A.” 

“What, like you can make better?” Devi scoffs defensively. “ Sorry, did you learn how to at your pastry making class with Ina Garten?” 

“Hey, we only summer with Ina in the Hamptons in August,” Ben defends. Devi rolls her eyes and they both laugh again. She watches Ben hesitate before he presses on, “But no, actually, they’re from this place in WeHo,” He speaks slowly, like he did in his screening room, as if revealing an embarrassing confession. “I, uh, actually ordered some as one of your going away gifts.”

“My going away gifts?” Devi squeals. Her heart throbs furiously in her chest. The warmth in her chest flutters and intensifies, like when Fabiola and Eleanor told her they missed her after she abandoned them, when her Mom kissed and embraced her as they watched old home videos, when Dad when he handed her the only tomato yielded by his garden. She felt so incredibly special and cared about. “You got gifts for me. Like, plural?” 

“Yeah,” Ben pulls her a little closer as he reveals, “I mean, after you told me you were scrapping the fancy dinner party, I wanted to do something else for us. But then I kind of smashed all your gifts against the floor of my game room. It was not, uh, my proudest moment.” 

“Damn, Ben,” A grin slicks across Devi’s face. She’s glowing at this intimate disclosure. They almost felt like they were back to how they were before sitting across from each other in Ben’s house, exchanging complaints about their home lives.  “I didn’t know you could serve it up Devi-style. Trust me, I’ve done way worse.” 

“Oh I know,” Ben teases. Devi tries to forget about the fact that Ben got her gifts (multiple) as he mocks, “Remember when you smashed your science fair second place trophy over your potato clock? ” 

“How is a basic ass baking soda volcano better than a potato clock, Ben?” Devi shouts, then reels herself in. Breathe, Devi, breathe. You were not about to explode all over Ben over a pity dance. “Anyway, I’m sorry your gift giving abilities went unappreciated, Gross.” Her heart breaks a little as she fixates on his sad eyes. She remembers how much she hurt him, how he deserved someone who loved and appreciated him all the way like Aneesa did. It was better that they weren’t together, she convinced herself. It was. “I know Aneesa will love whatever dorky shit you get her.” 

“Thanks, David,” Ben lingers even as song comes to an end and he lets go. She exhales a little, sweaty all of the sudden. Did he have something else to say? “Anyway, I should probably get back to Aneesa. I don’t want to leave her all night.” 

“Yeah, totally!” Devi sticks her thumbs up in an attempt to hide her awkwardness. Her heart starts slamming against her chest. Arghhhh, Devi, turn your feelings off! “I’m glad I ran into you, dude. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go back to eating my lame cupcakes.” 

“Have fun, David,” Ben chuckles nervously. Devi watches him start to walk away, turning around towards Aneesa, then turning back towards her. What was he going to ask now?

“Sorry, I uh, just wanted to tell you in case anyone else didn’t,” Devi’s breath catches as she waits for the rest. “You look really pretty tonight.” 

Yeah, she still wanted Paxton to come, Devi’s eyes sag as they follow Ben back to Aneesa. 

But she should’ve picked Ben in the first place. They both knew that.

#sorry leila this took me foreverrrr #hope it was worth the wait! #I know you wrote your own in the meantime and it was way better than mine #ask #answered #the-paris-of-people #userleila #montygreen #mine #ben x devi #never have i ever

[clefairymuke]

regrets | chapter fourteen

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pairing: levi ackerman x reader

themes: enemies to lovers, slowburn, angst, fluff, smut

tw: violence / explicit sexual content

word count: 2075

For the days to come, Levi remained calm and cold. It was difficult to hide your protests and questions behind your tongue, but when he arrived one night with one teacup instead of two, you grew exhausted of fighting. In fact, the two of you rarely shared anything more than smalltalk, which was the most disheartening product of the newfound awkwardness between you and Levi. Really, disheartening was the least of emotions you could assign to this new mode of interaction -- it was miserable.

It was nearly impossible to accept that the relationship may never return to its previous tranquility; however, this was the hard truth. As your leg grew closer to normal than injured, it was undeniable that you would soon be returning to life among your peers -- the dining hall, training exercises, expeditions outside the walls. Though daunting, it was the inevitable -- likely coming as early as this morning, as terrifying, exciting, anxious and wonderful as that may sound. Although one part of you was as excited as ever to get back in the field with your comrades, the simple comfort you achieved within the walls of the infirmary had become your personal normal. You shuttered at the thought of sharing a room with fifty other girls, without room for moonlight visitors and warm, comforting company. Without room for Jean.

Without room for Levi.

Your mind, though wandering, seemed as if it always led in a meandering circle back to him. It was a stark change in thought -- a chat in the Captain's office was once your definition of a nightmare. Now you wished for just one more shared grin over a lukewarm teapot. It was almost embarrassing.

Maybe, you considered often, his feelings did not change as yours did. Perhaps you did look too far into it. In fact, he likely still saw you as the same nuisance he did a month ago, and nothing you ever saw in him and his softened grey eyes was any more than a delusion. You were another young girl with wild feelings for her superior. He was used to that. Then you remembered his hand on yours, how he poured your tea, how he drew circles along your body as you "slept," and remembered again that it was impossible to imagine how he cared for you. The key word, of course, was the past-tense "cared."

At times, your restless mind brought forward the offhanded thought that Eren did care for you. You would remember how you cast him aside without a chance, and then only a week later were you pining after Levi like a schoolgirl with a crush. Maybe that was proof that you didn't deserve that kind of relationship; maybe you were stupid to shoo Eren away like a dog that got a bit too playful. But, however fortunate or unfortunate it may be, the past is unchanging. Not that that made the present any less of a confusing, painful mess. Sometimes it felt like it made it even worse.

---

The smell of the dining hall rushed over you before realization settled. You walked next to Jean -- not holding onto him, or using him to support you every few steps, actually walking. It felt nice. Though you made friendly and funny conversation, you knew he could sense your clear apprehension. Before you entered, he squeezed your shoulder in one hand and shot you a comforting grin.

You noticed a few eyes trailing over at you as you walked to pick up your tray; it didn't bother you. You expected some of those outside your circle to wonder about how you had been -- the news of you saving Jean's life would've been talked about at least a few times. What bothered you was that a certain pair of grey eyes never bothered to look away from Erwin, even when you passed straight by where he sat. Was the disinterest real?

You took your tray from the line and peered down at it: soup, bread, and a potato. Same as always. You wondered how Sasha always made it seem so appetizing. Jean led you over to the table you spent two long weeks without -- everyone greeting you with a smile and Sasha with a hug. You sat amongst your friends with an unpreventable grin, their excited "hello"s giving you the bit of joy you needed to keep going that day. You fielded their questions about your time at the infirmary with boring half-truths, trying your best to avoid the secret you entrusted only with Jean. You began to realize how difficult it was to separate your time in the infirmary from talks of your time spent with Levi.

Every so often, you found your eyes trailing over to where he sat, your line of sight grazing his raven-colored hair. You remembered how messy it was that morning after he spent the night. It brought the beginnings of a frown to your face. Against your better judgement, you allowed yourself to ponder on why he hadn't so much as glanced in your direction; was he not concerned for you as everyone else was? You had even met eyes once with Mike and Reiner, and yet Levi was not the slightest bit curious about you?

It pulled your spirits down rather quickly, the joy brought on by your friends dwindling down each time you allowed yourself to gaze at the puzzling and infuriating man across the room. Jean followed your eyes once or twice, seeing your face fall a bit lower each time. He tossed his arm around you, pulling you close; he tried to make it as casual as possible, while still giving you as much comfort as he could.

You leaned into him and closed your eyes, trying your hardest to rid Levi from even the furthest parts of your mind. This was a happy day -- you shouldn't let your infatuation with him ruin that. Jean rubbed your shoulder with his thumb inconspicuously, as if to tell you everything would be alright.

Unbeknownst to you, he saw Levi's head turn to gaze at you for a few seconds -- not an offhanded or accidental glance. The look in his eyes could most closely be described as wistful. When his eyes met Jean's, he looked away briskly, returning to his conversation with Erwin as if he had never even noticed you.

---

Sparring with Christa was nowhere near challenging, but you understood why you were paired with her. Your superiors still worried about your injury and likely would in the coming weeks; still, you had hoped for at least a little bit of a challenge. Hange was leading the activity, scanning across the scouts to make corrections or shout words of encouragement. To your dismay, however, Levi hung idly by, eyes focusing dead on one soldier at a time, presumably determining each individual weakness and scolding them in the confines of his mind.

You had begun to goof off, laughing at a joke Christa told and hardly trying to land any hits. If anything, it was entertaining. You worried you would grow tired too quickly during training, anyway; maybe easing into it was best.

You dodged another weak punch, laughing as her eyes grew jokingly narrower. It seemed as if no one else around was having as much fun as you were -- focused in on their partner and trying their hardest to look like they were the best. You watched Mikasa's unwavering stare at Sasha, who evaded her as best she could. Then you turned your eyes to Jean and Eren, their hits getting a bit too real and anger replacing focus. It made you laugh again.

You and Christa elected to take a small break, sipping from your canteens and chatting about your walking lessons with Hange. You froze mid-smile as you heard a certain voice call out your name from several yards away -- Levi.

You stood, screwing the lid back onto your water and laying it down on the ground. "Yes?" you replied, your eyes meeting his for the first time in days. They didn't look happy.

He approached you with a glare until he stood only a foot from you, his voice lowering with the distance. "What are you doing?" he asked, his eyebrows drawn together.

"Um --" you started, unsure of exactly what he was asking, "I'm taking a break?"

"I've seen much more talking than training. You don't seem tired in the slightest. Why are you taking a break?" he demanded, his arms folding over his chest.

His words puzzled you -- why does he care if you take a break? You were recently injured. None of your other superiors would object to a bit of rest on your first day back. Nonetheless, the fire of his anger had never once failed to light the match within you. "Who are you to tell me if I'm tired? Fuck, Levi, I just got out of the infirmary. Give me a break."

He shook his head, exhaling loudly to make his annoyance clear. "Captain. We should test it to see what you look like when you're actually tired enough for a break. Do you think ten laps would do it?"

"You can't be serious. That's bullshit and you know it," you grumbled, hands balling into fists at your side.

"What's bullshit is the way you're treating this training exercise as a game. Ten laps. Now."

Maybe things really were returning to normal. It almost made you want to laugh.

---

As you laid in your bed that night -- finally your bed -- you replayed the events of the day like a movie. The girls inhabiting the beds around you were long asleep, the moon peering through the window and reminding you that you would be awake and staring up at it for hours to come.

It was your first night without him. Even when your relationship had crumbled into nothing, he still came to sit at your side. And you still found an easy journey to your dreams each and every night. Of course, you knew there would be a time when he wasn't there and the nights grew long yet again -- you just didn't expect these negative emotions overtaking your mind to assist in depriving you of much-needed sleep.

Your anger with Levi had yet to subside, your legs aching from all the running he had you do. You considered for a moment marching over to his suite and giving him a piece of your mind; you thought of reminding him of the moments the two of you had shared just so he had to make the contrast in how he was acting now. You wanted to yell at him, and you wanted him to yell back, and you wanted to be angry. You didn't understand why he had all the freedom in the world to be a dick to you and all you could do was stand there and take it.

Maybe when you were done yelling at each other, you could curl up in his bed and get a good night's rest. You could kill two birds with one stone and avoid the seven or eight nightmares that were guaranteed to keep you awake and alert until morning. What a rock and a hard place situation -- for the man that made you more angry than you had ever been to simultaneously be your only solace from insomnia. It infuriated you even further.

As you had already done three times before, you decided against it. Arguing with him wasn't worth it. Again, the past was unchanging. Your anger was quickly replaced with the sadness the night frequently brought along, your thoughts traveling yet again to your feelings for Levi and your longing for him to share them.

You were wary, at best, for the long night ahead of you; you were sick and tired of long nights. Part of you hoped to break your right leg tomorrow, so you could have a little bit more time to solve it all and get some sleep while you were at it. You were even warier for the weeks to come, knowing that you would be forced to come to terms with the situation as it was.

Levi, Levi, Levi. If everything else was going back to how it was before, why couldn't you take your mind off of him?

#AoT #aot fanfiction #aot x reader #aot fic #levi aot #levi attack on titan #levi x reader #levi ackerman #snk #snk x reader #snk fic #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #slowburn #enemies to lovers #aot smut #levi smut #levi fluff #levi angst #mutual pining

[skinnybabe7]

Happy new month!

December is here and I’m sure, as well as some of you, that I want to lose those fucking pounds, before new year comes around.

So I’m back on track since Monday (the 29th day). I actually did restrict food the previous week, but I then ended my period and was a bit more hungry somehow.

So before the new week started, I did let myself indulge in some food. But it’s alright, because it was followed with almost a 2 day fast!

Here’s a food log

Monday

Breakfast: Green tea 🍵 (0cal), Lemon 🍋 (1cal), Coffee ☕️ (2cal), Sweetener (0cal), Sugar (12cal), Lactose free milk 🥛 (41cal).

Lunch: Tea 🍵 (2cal).

Snack: (0cal).

Dinner: Jacobs 3in1 café latte 2x (109cal), Lactose free milk 🥛 2x (85cal).

Limit: 900cal.

Total: 255cal.

Burned: 67cal.

Tuesday

Breakfast: Jacobs 3in1 café latte (54cal), Lactose free milk 🥛 (48cal), white bread 🍞 that’s lower in sugar and carbs (86cal), Lactose free feta cheese (54cal), Avocado 🥑 (72cal), Chia seeds (14cal).

Lunch: (0cal).

Snack: (0cal).

Dinner: Jacobs 3in1 café latte (54cal), Lactose free milk 🥛 (44cal).

Limit: 900cal.

Total: 426cal.

Burned: 24cal.

Wednesday

Breakfast: White bread that’s lower in sugar and carbs 🍞 (119cal), Avocado 🥑 (75cal), Lactose free feta cheese (86cal), Chia seeds (14cal), Cucumber 🥒 (7cal), Delma sandwich butter 🧈 (13cal), Jacobs 3in1 café latte (54cal), Lactose free milk 🥛 (39cal).

Lunch: Jacobs 3in1 café latte (54cal), Almond milk unsweetened 🥛(9cal), 1 packaged vanilla ice cream cone 🍦 (105cal).

Snack: A few pieces of a cooked potato 🥔 (44cal), Cooked mushrooms 🍄 (3cal), Tomatoes 🍅 (1cal), A bit of heavy cream 🍶 (21cal), Cucumber 🥒 (1cal), Delma sandwich butter 🧈 (4cal), 4 pieces of jelly candy 🍬 (128cal).

Dinner: Jacobs 3in1 café latte (54cal), Almond milk unsweetened 🥛 (13cal), Lactose free buttermilk curd with five grain cereal bits (127cal).

Limit: 900cal.

Total: 969cal.

Burned: 60cal.

Over: 9cal.

So far I’m not being too hard on myself this week, because I don’t want my body to go into shock mode and make me binge.

If I want that jelly candy I will have a few pieces, or maybe a bit of ice cream, but I still try to eat very healthy and be below my calorie limit.

Next week I will be more strict and maybe even include some workouts or stretching and dancing.

Anyways, stay safe you lovely people 💕 and as always here’s some thinspo

#caloric restriction #eating disoder things #im starvin #weight loss #ana problems #calories #counting calories #eating diary #healthy eating #model thin #i want to be skiny #skiny body #skiny arms #skiny legs #i will be skiny #tw ed things #thinsppi #thinspu #thin inspo #thinspri #thins0 #ana restriction #restricted eating #restrictive ed #avoidant restrictive food intake disorder

[freaky-writer-writes]

TBHK x reader | Mitsuba headcanons

Character: Mitsuba Sousuke

Fandom: TBHK

Pronouns: They/them // Gender neutral

Warnings: Mentions of death, slight angst (?), manga spoilers

A/N: I recently rewatched TBHK with my friendo because I finished reading the last chapter and cannot wait for the next chapter/season 2 eek /pos. Anyways I’m like really obsessed with Mitsuba? He’s a precious bby like sjdhbe. I’m gay for him Istg /hj.

Summary: What dating Mitsuba Sousuke would be like, and how did you handle his death, and confessing!!

• Ah yes

• Here we go with the angst~

• I would say that you and Mitsuba were really close, and still are!

• He would let you hold his camera and sometimes take pictures ACKDH

• You’re the only person he’s actually being nice to and not going full attack/tsundere mode

• Of course, he does that sometimes but you know that he don’t mean it

• Actually, you think it’s quite cute!

• Literally everytime you flirt with him, he would try to insult you and be a fucking tsundere aaa

.........

......

• He seemed like a very nice guy the first time you met him

• He’s the one who asked you to be friends (of course)

• When both of you slowly got closer and closer, he slowly also showed his real self

• Aka bullying you, insulting, etc.

• Though you knew why

• He have told you before why he has to act more nicely

• You thought it was understandable, and quite sad

• So whenever he insulted you, you really didn’t get too much thought into it

• Then the winter came

• Oh boy

// Manga spoilers starts here, and angst!! //

• It was his mother’s birthday

• When he told you at school, you wanted him to give her some flowers you bought for her

• You and his mother were actually close, despite you being his only (possibly?) first best friend

“Sure, I’m also gonna make curry, she loves it.. Maybe I can put the flowers in a vase on the table for decoration, thanks, (Y/N).”

“Of course! You know how to make curry right? You don’t need my help?”

“I’ve made curry before, I don’t need help, it’s gonna be fine.”

• That was the biggest cap ever

• Anyways

• I actually cried at that chapter-

• You were in call with him when he was making curry

• It seemed like he did fine

• You just had to remind him of a few things

• “Where’s the potato’s?”

• “Agh, crap I forgot them. Should I go out to buy some? The grocery store is not that far away.”

• “It’s fine without it, there’s no need. Besides, it’s cold outside and dark.”

• “It’s her birthday, I have to do it. I’ll call you back when I get home”

• “No, wait-“

• Before you knew it, it all ended

• You believed in him, maybe he would be fine

• Right?

• Though, you never received a call from him after that

• But when his mother called you, telling you about the news, you broke down

• You were devastated, and sad and frustrated

• Only if you could have done better

• Only if you were there to stop him instead of just telling him through a stupid call

• “You dumb dumb, everything just for the stupid potato’s...”

//Manga spoilers and angst end!!//

............

.......

• After a few months has passed, there was a new rumor going around saying a voice of a boy would grab your hands by the entrance of the school asking “Do you remember me?”

• You didn’t really think much about it, considering being rumors spreading around the school like everyday

• But when you arrived at the school enterance to place your shoes, there it was

• You saw a shadowy figure grabbing your arm and saying the following words: “Hey, do you remember me?”

• You were panicking, you shut the locker up and pushed the figure away from you (just pretend you can touch Mitsuba even though he’s a ghost JAHDBE)

• Then you saw a slightly tall boy, pink hair, feminine look, with a school uniform

• “The hell?!..” You realized who it was, you walked slowly towards the boy to get a closer look

• “M...Mitsuba?!” You said in relief and jumped on top of him, so happy to see him

• “Hey!! I get it I’m a cute little ghost but that doesn’t give you permission to touch me, you pervert!”

• “It really is you! Dear god, aren’t you dead?!!” Not caring about what he said, you looked at him in the eyes with tears of happiness streaming down your cheeks

• “I am dead, idiot. Can you get off me now? You’re going to make my clothes wet.” He exclaimed, rudely

• You nodded as you wiped off your tears

• After everything got settled and explained, you thought it was nice to have your best friend back

• You loved him a lot, he was so dear to your heart

• By loved him, you still do

• You both hanged out a lot again

• He would sometimes join your classes and keep you entertained or just insult you for whatever god knows

• Though you liked that he would be with you

• It was nice being with your ghost friend again

• You were so goddamn happy Istg

• Anyhow, after a few months, you decided to confess

• It was dumb asking someone like him out, besides, he’s a ghost

• You knew it would never work, considering him being a ghost

• But it would never hurt to try though, right?

• But little did you know, Mitsuba actually also has a crush on you

• He's just.... Not the type to show it correctly kind of-

• You notice that he blush a lot whenever he's around you, but didn't really give in too much thought to it

• He never had the urge to confess unlike you, he was too scared and nervous

• He got so suprised and happy when you asked him though, but he of course still acted like a tsundere

• You met him in the usual place, the rooftop after school

• Both just chatted and chilling iykyk

When you suddenly go "Hey.. Uhm... Mitsuba? I was meaning to tell you something."

"What is it now, (Y/N)?"

"I don't know how to put it but... I like you, like a lot."

"Of course you do, I mean who wouldn't like an adorable cute ghost like me?"

"No- I'm serious. I like LIKE you."

*A moment of silence then he started harassing you about it for a moment*

"Hah. Anyways, that's... Very unfortunate. Yeah, yeah... I like you too I guess, it's nothing much.."

• Your heart go brrr

• Anyways, you got so happy and started hopping around and hugging him

• "H-Hey!! Just because I said that doesn't mean you can touch me, you pervert!"

• You know he likes it depending on the facial expression ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

• Overall, you both are the cutest couple!!!

• No one really knew about it except Yashiro, Kou and Hanako (Of course)

• I mean, no one could really understand except them-

• Yashiro be like "All these ghosts, and I still can't get a boo-"

• AHAHS ANYWAYS

• Y'all would probably wait a little for kisses until you both get comfortable

• BUT when you do kiss, it's so cute and wholesome

• They're pretty short, wouldn't go THAT far

• Short but passionate if you're feeling up to it though hehehsjbe

• It's pretty much just a peck on the lips, although you COULD get into a make out session but that's rare-

• He would act like a tsundere after kisses

• "Hahaha!!! I know you just fell in love with me because of my cuteness, and now you just want to attack me like this! You big pervert!"

• But he adores the kisses on the inside

• It warms his heart

• ALSO YOU GUYS CUDDLE LIKE A LOT

• Literally wherever no one can see both of you

• Just cuddle

• He's the smol spoon obviously

• He likes being held by you even though he's not good at showing it

• He's the big spoon though if you're feeling down or something like that

• He doesn't mind being the big one either, it just kinda fits him more yk?

• Anyways,, I will probably make a part 2 of this because this is getting WAY too long ^^;

#TBHK #Toilet bound hanako kun #TBHK x reader #TBHK fanfiction #Mitsuba sousuke #Mitsuba sousuke x reader #Mitsuba x reader #Sousuke x reader #Mitsuba Sousuke fanfiction #Fanfiction #Slight angst #Fluff