#don’t reblog this? idk why you’d want to in the first place but

[abbyromanoff]

This might be a weird request

Dark! Vampire! Natasha who is also an avenger, but no one knows that she's a vampire and fem! Reader that she tells everyone is her girlfriend, but is actually a pet sub she uses once in a while to drink from and mostly as a sex toy (lots of smut, please)

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Pairings: Vampire!Natasha Romanoff x reader

Word count: 2477

Warnings: Nat’s a vampire, voyeriusm, exhibition (idk how to spell it), basically R is a sex slave, dark!Nat, degrading kink, public sex, eating out, mentions of fingering, possessive/jealous behaviors from Nat, spanking, orgasm denial, small pet play (only nicknames), cnc (nat has previous permission from R), free use, small blood kink, small Wanda x reader, I didn’t spell correct this so my apologies

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

You and Wanda stood in the kitchen, coffee cups in hand as you created small talk. She had been telling you about her plans for today while you listened with a smile on your face. Wanda was beautiful, you couldn’t deny that. But you could never have her, Nat already owns you and shows that off proudly. You weren’t actually dating, but everyone thought you were. You couldn’t blame them though, Nat had a tendency to show everyone what’s hers - and that has been shown off many times with markings or rough kisses in front of anyone who was there. Nat pretended you two were in love until it came the time where no one was near, no wandering eyes could see the way she used you.

“Y/N? Are you listening?” You snapped out of the small trance you had and gave her yet another warm smile of reassurance.

“You’ve been off lately, what’s on your mind, babe?” It was a small nickname you both shared, but Nat hated it more than ever. You kept your composure, though, and she didn’t seem to notice.

“Trust me, I’m fine. I just have a lot of papers to fill out, lot’s of mission reports I’m behind on.” She nodded in understanding with a hum to herself.

“I thought I told you I’d help you out with those, why didn’t you come to me?” The truth was that Nat didn’t let you. You had tried to convince her that nothing was going on between you two, that everything was simply platonic, but she refused. You had wanted to take that opportunity to catch up on work and to spend some time with your best friend - even if you’d mainly just be admiring her the whole time.

“I know, I know, but you know I never want to bother you.”

“How many times do I have to tell you this? You’re never a bother to me, my love. You know I love you more than anything and would gladly take that chance to have a girls night with my favorite girl in the world.” Before you started dating Nat - well, it wasn’t really dating, but it felt like it - you and Wanda would have girls nights every Sunday, a perfect way to end the weekend and start the week. But Nat never liked that. At first, she’d convince you to spend your Sunday nights with her to cuddle or watch a movie. But once you started denying her and went back to Wanda, she had to make it known that she simply didn’t want you around her.

Wanda moved towards you and placed her mug on the counter your back had been resting on. You were cornered into her hold and you weren’t complaining, this had been the most contact you’ve been able to have with her for months now. Her piercing green eyes stared back at yours, you had always loved the color of her beautiful eyes.

“Look, I don’t know what’s going on with you but ever since you’ve gotten with Nat it’s like the real you is gone. I miss my best friend, and this version of you isn’t them. So please, come by tonight and we can work together. Just an hour, that’s all I ask.” Your mind moved faster than your mouth as you quickly formed a nod, smiling to yourself at the thought of finally being with her. But the reminder of Nat consumed you, you knew she’d be pissed if she heard about this.

“Am I interrupting something?” Nat walked in the kitchen with a stern glare as she leaned against the fridge. It wasn’t a great look as Wanda had her palms running up and down your arms slowly, both of your bodies being so closely pressed against each other that you could practically feel her pelvis bone. Wanda jumped but didn’t remove herself from you, not being able to sense the deep tension you had both put yourselves in.

Nat raised an eyebrow, waiting for a response.

“Well, Nat,” Wanda started, a humoric level of sass in her tone. “Me and Y/N here were just talking about our plans for tonight.”

“Oh, well me and Y/N had some plans for tonight so I think it will be best if you reschedule for another day.” You knew another day meant never in her mind. Wanda looked at you, noticing how you cowered down slightly.

“Hm, Y/N never told me about these plans. And besides, it’s been forever since I got to spend time with my girl, can’t you give them up for one night?” It wasn’t a question but more of a demand. You could see Nat’s body tensing up and her grip on the coffee pot that she had been pouring tighten.

You expected a fight, for Nat to backlash some bullshit story and convince Wanda to cancel your plans. But instead, she just smiled with tight lips and nodded - which was almost scarier than her saying no.

“Alright then, you can have her for tonight.” Wanda smiled in victory and placed a kiss to your cheek before rushing out the room with an excited goodbye. You gulped in fear as you were left alone with Nat, she was never fun when she was mad.

“Plans for tonight? Why didn’t I hear about these so called plans?” She was stirring the creamer into her coffee without looking at you, her back facing you. You didn’t know which was worse, her terrifying gaze or her refusing to even give you a glance.

“Uh, well Wanda had just told me about them before you walked in so I didn’t really get to the telling you part yet.” You looked down at the floor to avoid her strong gaze as she finally turned to look at you.

“You two seemed real close when I walked in.”

“It wasn’t like that,” You quickly shot back. “Wanda’s just a friend, you know this.”

“Yeah, well I don’t like when she touches what’s mine.” For a split moment, you gained just a little bit of confidence to fight back. Bad mistake.

“Well it’s not like I’m yours anyways.” You regretted it the second those words left your mouth and you saw Nat’s stance shift. She grabbed your chin and forced your head back up to look at her, your eyes trying to trail onto anything but her.

“What did you just say?”

“Nothing, it doesn’t matter.”

“Fucking look at me, Y/N.” You did. “Now, I really do hope I was mistaken and I know you hope so too.” You really did. You hoped she would let it go and act as if you never said such a thing, but you knew that was too much to ask for.

There was a long silence before she removed her tight grip on your jaw. “Bend over.” She didn’t let you speak as she forcefully turned you around to face the counter, bending you over the surface as she had just directed.

“Do I have to do everything for you? God, you’re such an ungrateful little slut.” Her palm came down on your ass through the shorts you wore. You jumped at the unexpected contact and bit your lip to supress any sounds from coming out.

“I don’t want to hear a word from you, got that?” You nodded in response and soon felt her hands on your inner thighs. You spreaded your legs slowly, completing her unworded task that you knew she wanted.

“Such a desperate pup you are, baby. Look at you, spreading your legs for me where anyone could see. Does that turn you on? Having everyone know how much of a stupid fucking whore you really are for me?” Your head hung low while tears pooled in your eyes as her hand continued to slap against your now reddended skin. There were still marks from before, from all the nights she had spent merciously fucking you for her own pleasure, not caring whether it hurt or not. Of course, she would’ve stopped if she knew you actually needed to or you safe worded, but she knew you wanted it deep down. She knew you were a slut for anything she’d give you.

“Fucking answer me!” Another slap collied with your skin. But this time, it was much stronger. You nodded quickly, almost forgetting what she had said only moments ago and trying not to let any words or sounds slip out of your closed mouth.

“Yeah you are. You’re just a toy for my pleasure. You should be grateful that I even touch you, I could be fucking anyone else but I’m here with you and you still want to slut yourself out to anybody that comes by.” Even if she refused to admit it, she could never even touch someone else, you would just invade her mind over and over again.

She grasped your shorts in her hands and yanked them off of you, leaving you completely bare for anyone to see, just like she had said. She smirked to herself when seeing the marks she left on your precious skin, rubbing her palm over them and admiring her work.

“Why don’t we give this camera a little show, huh, baby?” It wasn’t an actual question, it’s not like you had a say in what she did to you anyways. She dropped to her knees behind you, grasping your skin roughly and spreading your legs even further. Your eyes stayed put on the door, fearing someone would walk in and see you like this. Your thoughts were quickly shut down as her tongue made contact with your pulsing clit. Your mouth fell open, your hand quickly coming up to cover it. Nat could see how hard you were trying to stay silent and grinned in satisfaction. She was out to make you fail, to ruin this moment for you and deny you of that sweet orgasm you so badly craved. She had denied you the night before and knew you had been craving it. She was starting to think of giving in and letting your juices cover her fingers or paint her face - if only she hadn’t witnessed you and Wanda’s interaction.

Your bud was sucked harshly, her sharp fangs occasionally grazing over it and causing a jolt of electricity to flow through your body. Her fingers traced gently around your folds, almost causing her to laugh when hearing the muffled sounds you’d make from above.

She was just having fun at this point as she teased you again and again, you hated it and loved it at the same time. Your hand came down to your breasts under your short tank top as you pinched and tweaked your nipples, hoping you wouldn’t be caught by Nat.

You suddenly felt a sharp pain on your thigh. It wasn’t like before when she spanked you, this dug into your skin. You knew what she was doing, and you couldn’t stop it. She moaned, the sound being muffled, as she tasted your blood. You had multiple marks covering your skin from her bites, and she adored it. To her, you looked heavenly with her marks. Your blood was her favorite, it just had a certain smell and distinct taste to it that filled her needs, she wished she could turn it into a candle and have it light up her room all day just to be reminded of you. And she had never had someone so willingly give themselves up to her like you did, you were perfect.

She kissed your clit one last time before standing up, leaving you high and dry once again. You tried to chase after her, but ended up failing. Her hand gripped your hair, making a messy ponytail before yanking your head up.

“You wanna know something?” She started, not giving you a chance to answer before she spoke. “I just texted Wanda to meet me in the kitchen. She said she’ll be here in five, you think you can make me cum in five minutes?”

She had forced you to your knees, her fingers playing with your hair as you stared up at her with fear. Your knees already had bruises coating them from many nights, but she couldn’t care less.

“Now, what do you think we could do for our little guest, hm? I think it would be just perfect for her to walk in and see you eating me out like a starved little bitch.” You nodded after a moment, realizing there was no getting out of this. You were already dreading girls' night with Wanda after this, would she be able to look at you the same? You really hoped so, you didn’t want to lose another friend because of the crazy ways Nat showed her “love”.

“Hurry up. Does it look like I have all fucking day to deal with your shit?” She had pulled you forward by the hair, your scalp practically crying out in agony. But you listened and pulled down her clothing quickly, first her pants and then her panties.

“See these? I wore these just for you, my love. Too bad you won't get more than a quick glance, what a shame.” They were a lacy red and looked beautiful on her - as did everything she wore. She liked to say the color reminded her of your sweet blood. That when she wore it, all she thought about was you. It only fueled her hunger and need, her need for you. For your touch, your mouth, your body.

“That’s it, your tongue- ah! Fuck, you like being used like this? You like being my nasty slut? You’re fucking disgusting, baby.” The harsh, degrading words turned you on more than you’d like to admit. The wetness coating your thighs only proved that statement.

It wasn’t long until you heard footsteps coming closer, and you knew exactly who it was. Nat didn’t even spare a glance at her as she tossed her head back, her fangs on display that Wanda luckily didn’t notice. You closed your eyes and continued what you were doing before your best friend had walked in, sucking her clit just as she did to you before. Wanda didn’t mutter a word as she was stuck in place, watching with a hidden desire as you focused on the woman’s pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum, darling. I’m gonna cum in your bratty fucking mouth.” She grunted out through gritted teeth and held both sides of your head in place as she grinded against your face even harder. Your tongue poked in and out of her hole as she was sent over the edge. A loud moan escaped her mouth as her juices filled your mouth, you wouldn’t let a single drop escape.

“How’d you enjoy the show, Wands?”

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[airbendertendou]

RIBBONED LACES! ♡

synopsis : ballet had been a far along dream you’d never indulge in, never have the time to perfect. he brings that dream a little closer to you, day by day.

cw : reader wears heels , character unnamed , gender neutral reader

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intertwined hands swing as you walk, eyes dancing from each store window you pass. he squeezes your fingers once, just to let you know he’s still there — to let you know he loves you. you oooh at a pearl necklace, eyes twinkling as much as the jewels do. he smiles, but turns his face to hide it from you.

a bit later, a hot beverage is in your hand as you sip on it contently. he’d finished his already — always too quick to enjoy the smaller things in life — his hand still being warmed by your own.

he pauses in front of a bench, “sit down for a second.”

you stop blowing on your drink, quirking up your eyebrows, “why?”

“just do it,” he rolls his eyes. he disconnects your hands to nudge you onto the bench. when you look up at him, he softens. “i got you something, is all.”

“a surprise?” you’re intrigued ; interest piqued ; but still suspicious. your eyes narrow. “…why?”

he doesn’t answer, simply laying his hand over your eyes. he mumbles, “keep them closed.”

you do as he says, sipping on your drink as you feel your right foot being lifted. the cold air brushes against your socked feet as you wiggle your toes in discomfort. a new shoe is placed on — tight and fresh out of the box. you frown why did he get me shoes i don’t need?

“i know the show last week was nice,” he begins to speak. you can feel his breath brush against your knees as he laces the left shoe. “but, you wanted something more. something personal ; closer.”

he lets out a huff, adjusting the shoes only he could see. he taps your knees lightly, signaling you could open your eyes. “this was the next best thing.”

they’re ballet slippers, that’s your first thought. pointe shoes you’d never trained in ; would never have the chance to dance in. they’re laced up your calf, tied into a perfect bow. when you turn your foot, you realize they’re heels — shoes you’d been wearing all your life.

your lower lip wobbles as tears cloud your eyes. you can barely look at him, “[character name]…”

his cheeks are flushed, the tip of his ears turning rosy as he keeps his gaze away from your own. “don’t make it a big deal, or anything.”

you leap up at once — only after steadying your cooling drink — wrapping your arms around his neck clumsily. you sniffle into his ear, “you didn’t have to do this.”

he stays kneeled down, arms slowly and softly wrapping around your waist. “i wanted to.”

chifuyu, kisaki, inupi, tsukishima, kageyama, kyotani, kuroo, sakusa, kyoya, hikaru, lucifer, satan, simeon

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idk where this came from but those miu miu shoes stay on my mind so <3 this was written w felix graham de vanily in mind but have no idea what account to post miraculous stuff on so !!

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[sophieswundergarten]

Sophie I saw the reblog game and got SO EXCITED because you write the best stuff.

Okay. I have a few options, you can pick what you like (no need to do them all unless you want to).

Option 1:

6. Reverse amnesia (everyone else has no memory/recognition of your character): Nathaniel, because I think it would be funny. His employees don’t know him and he’s trying to order them around. People mistake him for Nicholas. Nicholas has no idea why this stranger looks exactly like him. Idk if it’s an accident with the Whisperer/brainsweeper or if psychics or someone else can actually remember him for some reason, but whatever you do with it will probably be hilarious.

Option 2:

I think it was you that mentioned at one point wanting to write something for my SOS friend group. Now that they all have first names (finally) I think 22. truth or dare party games, 3. Misunderstandings, or 7. Trapped in a room/elevator/closet would all be good for that. Pick whichever you’d like, or if you think of a better number, use that one.

Option 3:

8. “Who did this to you?” With Jackson and Jillson (I know I’m terrible for choosing this, but you are talented when it comes to executive angst, and I know you’d write it well).

Again, no pressure if you’re not feeling any of these and pick whichever one you feel most comfortable with.

Alright, here you go! You picked some really good prompts

“I think they’re jammed.” Said Pedalian, stepping back from the elevator doors. “We’ll have to wait until someone comes to help us. I’m sure Milligan will be along any minute to get us out.”

No. No way. Ledroptha Curtain could not be stuck. Not in this ridiculous elevator. There was no way that they were trapped, without a way out. There had to be a way out. He was sure of it. Pedalian had just missed it somehow, that was it.

Stepping forward, he attempted to wrest the doors open himself. They didn’t budge.

Looking around, Curtain felt his breath quicken in his chest. “We can’t be stuck in here, we just cannot!” He was beginning to have trouble breathing, the walls were closing in on him, he was going to be stuck in this stupid elevator forever—

“—rtain. Curtain. Ledroptha!”

Niles had inserted himself into Curtain’s field of vision, gently taking hold of the hands that had been wildly grasping at the walls. He interlaced their fingers and began squeezing carefully.

“Ledroptha,” He said in a low voice. “You need to breathe. Deeply, okay? Copy me.” He pulled Curtain’s hand forward, placing it on his chest as he took in slow, deep breaths. His shirt was thin, and it was easy to feel the heat of his skin through it. To feel the pattering of his pulse.

Curtain’s world narrowed to just these few sensations, and then it winked out entirely.

After a few minutes, everything seemed to have stopped spinning. He could think clearly now, and he could still feel the soft thrumming of his friend’s heartbeat beneath his palm. Opening his eyes, he found that he had slumped into Pedalian, likely when he had fallen asleep.

Shamefaced, he pulled back, unsure of how to proceed. He wondered if he could pass this off as fainting from hyperventilation, but that was not something he really wanted to admit to either.

“Are you okay now?” Pedalian was looking at him with large eyes, watching his every move like someone trying to calm a startled rabbit.

“I’m fine.” He blustered, standing up straight and brushing himself off. “It’s as you said, Milligan will likely be here any minute to get us out.”

“Yes,” Said Pedalian doubtfully, still observing Curtain with unnerving intensity. “I guess it pays to have a friend who will always take the stairs.”

#asks #ask games #I promise I'm working on the Jackson and Jillson one but I wanted to get this one out

[ghostiiess]

[NSB HEADCANONS] - walking outside hands in hands with Oliver

pov: titles says it all!

warnings: none that i can think of!

type: fluff

member: oliver moy

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i always thought Oliver was the kind of person who would take his s/o on a walk date or something like that

Like, just something really simple but yet so romantic

Like even boring places would be fun if it was with him

Just because you’re with him!

He makes boring things seem so fancy and so enjoyable :((

(More under the cut!)

i feel like walking hands in hands with him would be one of his many dates ideas

“Hey baby? D’you want to go take a walk with me? It’s going to rain soon, and…. I’d like to go outside for a while before the rain start”

It wasn’t even going to rain, he just wanted to take a walk with you and hold your hand

Ofc you said yes, bc like who would say no to that?

When you were about to go outside, oli noticed that you weren’t wearing a coat

Mistake.

“Wait baby, come back here! What do you think you’re doing?”

So you’re like “I’m going outside…” and he’s like “without a coat??”

This man is the definition of a ray of sunshine

“Baby, you’ll catch a cold! Come back inside!”

“Babe, you need to protect yourself from the cold, i don’t want you to catch a cold and be sick..”

Without even letting you answer him (even though you would have answered him, he would have ignored you, sorry not sorry)…

He put HIS coat on YOU

“That way, you’ll still be able to kiss me without any problems”

He quickly put another coat (probably one of the members) and go outside, locked the door… you know the drill!

“This’ll be my first walking date with you, baby!”

“Are you excited?”

“Me? Of course, i am. I’m always excited when it comes to our dates!”

while walking, he just can’t stop smiling

“Wdym why I’m smiling? Isn’t that obvious?”

“I’m walking with my lover, holding their hands, while talking to them and watching their beautiful features of their faces… and you’re asking me why I’m smiling?”

He would be the type to caress your hands with his fingers

Oliver moy, stop what you are doing bc like you are making our hearts weak (no, don’t stop, continue)

He would tell you random facts about fall!

“Baby, did you know that autumn is the season of love?”

Then you’re like “isn’t it in winter? Like in February or something like that?”

And this man is like “no” and starts explaining why it is the season of love

(This is all true btw, credits to the hotel chocolat website. Find the article here (the link is safe and sfw!) if you’d like to read more ! It’s really interesting ngl)

“I am telling you the truth! During Autumn, sex drives in both men and women are higher than every other time of the year! Men find women the most attractive during these months due to their increased production of testosterone.”

He would be so teasy

“Bet, you didn’t know that huh?”

“You’re learning thing everyday, baby!”

He would give you his magical smile (oh god, his smile.)

“I do think it’s the season of love, baby. Do you know why?”

Cheesy alert.

“… because we started dating when autumn was just started… about one year ago now!”

Like tell me, it wouldn’t be an oliver moy thing to say

idk he just give me this kind of vibes?

Sweet and cool and caring boyfriend vibes

You guys would talk a lot

This man’s not really a talker (compared to a certain member *cough* sebastian.) so if you are, this is perfect

This man do talk (surprising isn’ it? I know 😍), but he isn’t the type who would be like “hey, did you know that…?” Or “omg, have you heard about..”

I mean, he’s a talker, but he’s a bit more in the side ‘listening’ than ‘talking’

But, with you…??

He could talk for hours with you.

Literally.

He once talked with the members for 5 hours straight, this man can easily do it another time!

And he wouldn’t even get bored!

He would be so flirty, oh my god 🥱

“Baby, i’ll be honest with you… i haven’t listened to you, i was just looking at your cute face”

“What did you say? Sorry, i was out of my mind, remembering the day that i first saw you in my clothes..”

Btw, if you let of his hand… *sigh* just know he would pout a little bit

Mostly if you’re like doing nothing with them!

Like, did you just let of of his hand to only make it lay against your leg…??

This man’s territorial (the man himself said it)

“hey, you okay?”

“Because you just let go of my hand. Usually, you LOVE holding my hand.. I’m just wondering, that’s all. Did i make you uncomfortable?”

He’s so sweet, help 🥹

He would put his hand in yours again while making excuses

“My hand’s hot and yours’ cold…”

“Let me warm your pretty hand, yeah? I don’t want you to be cold”

“Your hand’s so soft, my babe…”

“You have the world’s softest hand…”

And then if your hand is dry, you would be like “man, we both know it ain’t true” he would be like “no baby! I tell you. Your hands so soft when it is in mine… maybe it’s because we’re made for each other..”

He’s cheesy, what can i say?

He would also take pictures of you

“walking date with her. » would probably a caption he could use for a picture with you

« My baby’s so cute! Look at you, now! Your nose’s all red and all cold hahaha! »

He would put kisses on your nose

“I want to warm it up!” while saying between the kisses

He would laugh

And you know how cute his laugh is

He would also try to do photoshoot with you

« you look really cute in my coat »

“Wear my clothes more often, baby. It really suits you”

He would kiss you so delicately 🥹

Like if you were an autumn leaf

He’s scared to break you if he goes too hard on you (i promise this is not 18+)

He would 100% share his AirPods with you and put his fall playlist while walking with you

« I could write an autumn song about you, baby… »

Also, when you’d come back inside, he’s be so grateful

« argh, it was so fun to go outside and breathe some fresh air… thank you baby for taking the time to do that with me! »

He would make you hot chocolate

You don’t like hot chocolate? He’d made you any warm type of drinks you love

But if you do like it…

« Baby, do you want to have a hot chocolate with water or milk? »

I know it’s like a ‘debate’ (really not) in the hot chocolate community or whatever

Tbh, i like both. I prefer milk since it’s creamier, but i also like it with water 🤭 with water, it’s a different thing and I’m not 100% against that, you know?

Tell me which team you are, no judgment!

Walking dates with oli would be heaven

He’s just the sweetest boy alive, what can i say?

He’s the type of guy we all deserve to have in our life

Like always, i struggle on how to end the hc, but i hope you guys enjoyed this headcanon!

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[kikufuku01]

I Love You, Always

Sukuna x Reader

Part 11 Toxic in You ♡♡♡ Part 12 Taste of Your Tears series m. list

Reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated!

Warnings: Angst, alcohol and weed intake, violence

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A/N: Also, idk if tumblr. updated or changed, but in my last post, I've tried tagging some accounts and it won't show at the bottom when I view in the app but if I go to a safari page, the tags will show. So if I tag in this post and it doesn't show, I'm truly sorry!

You’re a wuss. Kaede will be here at any moment, and you really don’t want her to see you like this. You can already picture it. She’ll come here all bright and bubbly, see the mess that you are, feel the horrible vibes and catch on to what’s been going on. You don’t need another person going off on you, so you need to book it. Just standing here has you shaking in what, exactly. Anger? Fear?

You take a good look at what he’s wearing. Sukuna has always dressed up in street fashion, but there’s something slightly different to him. Maybe you’re overanalyzing it, but there’s a touch of Kaede to him. Is that weird? The more you think about it, the more everything just falls into place. There’s something going on for sure, so, while Sukuna’s back is turned to you, you take the chance and run as fast as you can. You don’t bother to look back, and you don’t have to, because unlike before, there aren’t a second pair of feet running after you anymore. Another thing to feel sad about, but that’s okay.

You’re trying to empty your head as you run down streets and alleys, not caring where your feet take you. Your vision is so blurred that it’s hard to see, but you’ve managed to maneuver just fine up until now.

“Oof!”

Both you and the person you’ve bumped into let out the same noise and he quickly reaches out to stabilize you, “careful there.”

Fucking great. Are you stuck in hell or something?! Why do you keep running into people you don’t want to see?

When the man takes a closer look at you, he pouts, “oh, it’s you, angel face. Don’t tell me you’re drunk again, it’s barely seven.”

He checks the time on his phone once more - just to make sure, and then nods at you, “you okay there?”

“I’m fine,” you respond, trying to sound firm.

How did you even manage to bump into this dude? In this area?

You take a closer look at your surroundings, “why are you here?”

Satoru hums a little, “just closed up my shop not too long ago. I was planning to hang out with a few friends, but I think you need some company.”

“Oh no, it’s fine. Go on with your day.”

You dab away the welling tears with your hands as you try to walk past him, but he grabs at your forearm, “come on, angel face. I know a sad face when I see one.”

There isn’t any strength left in you to resist, so you let Satoru drag you to a parking garage. Your eyes light up a bit at the sight of him moving towards a motorcycle.

“You know how to ride?”

Satoru’s grin grows wider, “I wouldn’t have one if I didn’t know how.”

A soft scoff-like laugh comes out at his answer, “true but,” you poke at his back, “rich people like you like to buy everything for show.”

Satoru feigns offense and swats your hand away sassily, “excuse me, but you come from a family of money too. You’re quite privileged, aren’t you?”

“Whatever.”

He sits on the motorcycle and hands you the helmet, “you’re gonna need it more than me.”

You accept the helmet but stay standing, “don’t you need it? What about your eyes?”

Satoru pulls out a pair of goggles from his jacket and giggles like a child, “nah, I got these babies right here. Hop on, I’m hungry.”

You must admit, the start of the ride was a bit scary. At first, you refused to hold him tightly in case you’d end up hurting him, but he insisted you hold on for dear life unless you had a death wish. As a joke, you loosened up your hold even more, causing him to scoff.

“Girl, I don’t have time to bury you. This stomach is hungry,” he shouts over the wind.

You hold his waist tightly with one arm and stretch out the other to feel the velocity of the wind, “just dump me in a ditch or something!”

Right at that moment, Satoru makes a sharp turn around the corner and it makes you squeal whilst your other arm wraps around his waist to keep you from falling. He shrugs, “after I eat, then!”

The thrill of the ride is quite exciting. It made it easier to forget about what had just happened, and you’re thankful towards Satoru for that. He ends up taking you to a convenience store; not that you mind. He mindlessly pushes out the kickstand with his foot and hops off, turning around to help you get off as well. You both enter, not paying any mind to the employee who greets you.

“Pick out anything you want,” Satoru says in a candy sweet tone as he zooms through the aisles.

You don’t pick much, opting for cup ramen and some onigiri. After settling in the seats, you both begin to dig in.

“Sorry I didn’t bring ya somewhere fancy. I was craving this way before I bumped into you.”

“I don’t mind, thanks for paying.”

He takes a bite out of his sausage stick and focuses on the people outside that pass by, “so, you wanna tell me why you were running and crying?”

You sigh, “not really. It’s a long, long story.”

His head tilts to the side as he speaks, “yanno, I haven’t known you for a while but it’s kinda easy to see through you. Instead of making things harder for yourself, why don’t you just talk about it?”

Then his judgy little eyes narrow on you, “don’t tell me you got a kink for pain.”

“Course not,” you laugh, “I wouldn’t even know.”

You take the chance to slurp up your noodles while he continues to stuff his face with savory junk. He swallows the mixed mush of food, “I’m always open ears, if you need it. We’re friends, right?”

My gosh… the ptsd of those words right now. Kazuya pops up into your mind once again and the little appetite that you had has now subsided. Satoru notices your gloomy mood but chooses to keep quiet. He’ll wait for you to talk. Will you take the bait?

“You said you’re close to Sukuna?”

Well, you took the bait, but it’s not what he expected to hear. He sticks his tongue out, “indeed.” He points towards your cup ramen, “you gonna finish that?”

“It’s yours.”

You lazily slide the ramen towards him, “have you hung out with him recently?”

Ahhh, maybe this is going in the direction he wants. Satoru giggles and holds his chin, acting as if he’s thinking, “here and there. Kaede’s always there too.”

He sees the way your eyes light up at her name and continues, “I kept asking about you, but they said you were busy. To be honest, I thought you didn’t want to be my friend anymore.”

Both of your palms lay flat against the tabletop and you can’t help but openly show your true expression, a soft grimace, “wow, you’re really stupid.” You tap his shoulder twice, “only you would be worried over something so trivial.”

Satoru’s jaw hangs open, “that’s rich coming from you.” He shakes his head though and laughs aloud, “why are you asking?”

You’re sick of being speechless. Your left leg is bouncing so fast under the table due to your nerves that you’re afraid Satoru will make fun of you, however, that’s not what should concern you. You drop all of your current waves of emotion and stare at him with dead eyes.

“How do they interact, Sukuna and Kaede?”

This time Satoru does take a minute to respond, as he’s digging deep in his brain to remember each and every interaction. When he’s done searching, he leans on one fist, “they’re kind of playful, maybe like…” he drags out the last word but then chirps up again, “like the day we all met! The haunted house, if you remember. Though they’re a little more playful, other than that, they don’t do anything different from usual.”

Tap… tap… tap…

The sound of your nail taps against the table. Suddenly you feel everything too much. The air conditioning in here is too high and the goosebumps rise on your forearms, the noodles you had were too salty and now you’ve got a bitter taste in your mouth. Like a nightmare, you see the vision of them dancing closely in the club and your heart tightens.

“Are you sure?”

His icy eyes scan over you while his mouth falls to a small ‘o’ shape, “do you know something I don’t?”

Alright, maybe he’s just oblivious, or could it be that Sukuna and Kaede have only recently started acting like that with each other. You force yourself to smile at him, “nevermind what I asked, I’ve been occupied.”

“Oh, that's right!”

Satoru beams brightly at you and leans over, getting all up in your face with his crazy beautiful eyes, “you had a friend that you were talking to. Sukuna didn’t mention him too much, but Kaede gossiped like crazy. It was as if a kettle had broken and all the tea came spilling out.”

This catches your attention and you furrow your brows at him, all while placing both hands on his shoulders to push him back for personal space, “what kind of gossip?”

He sassily waves his hand around as he says, “well, nothing bad, just that you were too busy with your friend, Kazuya–” he cuts himself off to get in your face again, a funny grin on his lips, “to hang out with us!”

“Please,” you end up laughing at his silliness and shove him away again, “I’m sure you had fun either way. And besides…”

You don’t know why you’re about to tell him this. It could be because you need someone to vent to. You blow a few raspberries, “I let him go.”

This is where Satoru is a liiittle confused. He wears a thin smile while his eyes ask for more information.

“Kazuya, I mean. I couldn’t continue with him– and please don’t make me feel like shit for it. I already feel horrible, so please don’t comment.”

“I won’t,” Satoru shifts in his seat, “jeez, I didn’t bring you here to judge you. What kind of man do you think I am?!”

You give him a pout, “I’m sorry, it’s just been a rough day. Do you think you can take me home?”

After helping him to clean his trash, he crosses his arms and looms over you, “that depends. Are you gonna hang on or?”

You sock his arm gently and laugh louder than intended, “please shut up.”

♡ ♡ ♡

Ugh, what a headache. Sukuna hasn’t talked to you since that last incident. Neither of you bothered to reach out and that was fine with him. Anyway, what’s up with everyone being late these days? Satoru’s dumb ass didn’t even bother to shoot him a text and now he looks like an alcoholic, buying all this booze for what. When he’s done, he goes back home and lounges on the living room couch with music blaring through expensive speakers.

He waits for another twenty minutes before he finally hears his doorbell and he buzzes him in through the gate from inside. In walks the joke of a man that he is (he’s kidding), round circular glasses hanging on his nose bridge, his hair down loose, an oversized black tank and some sweatpants.

“Sorry, traffic.”

What a shit lie.

Sukuna glares halfheartedly, “shut the fuck up, Satoru.”

The white-haired friend rolls his eyes in annoyance and plops down beside him, “you guys are so mean, you know that?”

He shoves Satoru away from him and sits up straight, “who?”

At the same time, Satoru nudges him, “who else?! You and y/n, for crying out loud. Y’all are always telling me to ‘shut up.’ You shut up!”

Y/n… he doesn’t want to think of you, but it’s kind of hard not to with Satoru yapping away about you. He decides to cut Satoru short, “wanna smoke?”

“Alright,” Satoru agrees.

They sit together with no words, only choosing to listen to the song that plays. Satoru’s head begins to bounce along, “what song is this?”

“Soulchef - Write this Down x Dead wrong. It’s a remix.”

Sukuna skillfully rolls a joint and hands it to him with a stone face. Satoru brings the joint to his lips and lights it, breathing out a puff of smoke. He decides to be a little greedy at first, choosing to take another three puffs before eventually passing it back.

“Let’s drink too,” Satoru sings.

This isn’t a new occurrence. It’s something they do every here and there, just that today, it’s only them two, no one else. They don’t bother to dine first, instead choosing to drown themselves in the bitter beverage and hazy smoke.

Truthfully, Sukuna and Satoru have lost track of time. They’ve been drinking for a while now and they’re probably on their third joint. Yeah, not a really wise choice, but Sukuna felt like he needed it. While he’s seeing tunnel vision, Satoru takes it upon himself to bring you up again, for his own entertainment, of course.

“I ran into y/n not too long ago.”

“Cool.”

That’s it? That’s all he spits out? Where did all the possessiveness go? It’s a question Satoru easily knows the answer to, but it still amazes him how stupid you two are. He tries again, “yup, I let her ride on my motorcycle and then we ate together.”

Sukuna groans to himself, feeling an ounce of irritation at the mention of your name, but he still manages to respond, “where?”

“Convenience store.”

“Pffft!” Sukuna cannot help but laugh out loud. In fact, his laugh is so loud that it echoes all throughout downstairs. It startles Satoru momentarily but he quickly recovers, “what’s wrong with quick food?”

Sukuna snickers, his mood a little delirious due to his haze, “why didn’t you get her something real to eat?”

Satoru clicks his tongue at him and chugs the rest of his beer, “what does it matter, she still ate.” He snatches the joint from Sukuna’s fingers and takes a long inhale, filling his lungs and holding it for as long as he can before releasing. “Anyway,” he continues, rubbing his nose as he does so, “she asked me about you and Kaede.”

“She did?”

That’s probably the quickest that Sukuna has responded all night. He cocks his head towards Satoru, “why did she ask?”

Since Satoru is feeling lazy and wants to bask in this bliss, he’ll hurry up and get this over with. With another click of his tongue, he speaks, “I dunno, maybe because she hasn’t been around much? She also stopped seeing her friend, Kazuya too. Oh, and I forgot to mention, she looked like she needed a pat on the back.”

He huffs a sigh, “her eyes were puffy as fuck.”

Sukuna has no idea why Satoru feels the need to spill every single detail, but he just goes along. At first, he’s fine with what he said, until he rethinks about it. Did he just say you stopped seeing Kazuya? That’s right, that’s exactly what he said. But why is he bothered? It’s not like it matters now.

While Satoru is dazed in his own world, Sukuna reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a baggie. It contains three little pills. Correction, three little happy pills that take him away from reality. His eye flicks towards Satoru and then back to the plastic bag as he ponders whether he should take it or not. He’s already crossfaded, so he should probably put it away. The moment Satoru’s head turns towards him, he quickly slips it back into his pocket and acts as if nothing happened.

“Let’s invite Kaede and y/n,” Satoru suggests with a slur.

He shakes his head, “nah. Kaede’s on a family trip.”

Satoru smirks slyly, “and y/n?”

“No clue.”

“Man,” Satoru lures, “what happened with you guys? One second you’re inseparable and the next, you’re worlds apart.”

Sukuna’s jaw clenches and the urge to become violent is on a very thin line. He’s still mad at you. He’s very angry at you. How dare you prance around and act as if it is you who is hurt. The more he thinks about you, the more upset he becomes.

He sends Satoru an icy glare and pops open a new can of bear, “drop it.”

Satoru’s hands come flying up in less than a second and he backs off with a dopey grin. He starts again, “then, what are you and Kaede? You guys seem closer than before.”

“We aren’t anything,” Sukuna confirms, his frown growing deeper.

The white-haired male sends him a sugary smile, but his tone drops to something of seriousness, “y/n seems to think otherwise~”

“That’s her problem.”

Satoru pushes himself off the couch so that he can lean in Sukuna’s direction; so that he can look Sukuna right in his face, “is it now?”

He lifts his left leg and lays it over Sukuna’s thigh, acting as annoying as he possibly can, “think I don’t know about your lovely little wallpaper? You’re not slick, Sukuna.”

Sukuna slaps his hand right above Satoru’s knee and he squeezes as hard as he can, getting an immediate reaction. Satoru’s face scrunches up as he screams, “that hurts, dude!”

“So get your ugly, lanky legs off of me, you blue-eyed freak.” He releases Satoru’s leg after shoving him off, “and quit snooping through my fucking phone.”

“I didn’t snoop!” Satoru retorts.

He snatches Sukuna’s drink and tastes it for himself, “I saw it a while ago. If she isn’t anything to you then you might as well change your wallpaper to something else.”

It’s funny how Sukuna can’t argue back. He doesn’t want to change it. If he does, it’ll be like he’s really letting go but he just can’t stop being angry with you. Every time Satoru mentions you, his ears itch and he feels like punching him for not listening. With one last glare, he takes his drink back, “shut the fuck up.”

♡ ♡ ♡

How long have they been slumped here? Seriously, it’s probably been like, hours. They aren’t crossfaded anymore and have had time to sober up, so Sukuna whips his phone out to stare at the time. This whole time, he couldn’t get stupid you out of his head. And yup, he’s made up his mind.

“You ready to leave any time soon?”

Satoru over exaggerates his frown while crossing his arms, “you are so rude. First you invite me here and now you’re kicking me out. What if I was still drunk?”

“Satoru.”

“Alright, alright, I got it.”

He stands up and huffs, “I’ll leave so you can sulk and marinate in negative feelings, you big ol’ grump!”

Sukuna laughs softly and grabs a couch pillow. He quickly tosses it and hits Satoru in the back of his head, but it hits him harder than he expects.

“Oh no you didn’t.”

Satoru spins around and quickly grabs the pillow. He throws it at the speed of light and hits Sukuna right in the face, “sucka~”

The door opens before Sukuna can get him back and he’s a bit upset that he didn’t get the last hit, but it’s whatever. Back to whatever was on his mind and ah, that’s right. He stands from the couch and marches up the stairs with his heavy feet. He kicks off his house slippers and enters his room.

Is he really gonna do this?

Sukuna sits on the edge of his bed to calm his racing mind. Sure, he’s sobered down, but is he really sure about this? He hunches over a bit and rubs his face with both his hands, “here we go.”

His heart drops with every step that he takes to his dresser but he chooses to ignore it. His fingers latch onto the handle and he hesitates, just for a second. It’s just a fucking necklace, what’s so hard about this? With that in mind, he yanks the drawer open and grabs the little silk bag. His thumb traces over the gold accents while his chest swells from the memory of you first giving it to him. Why did you guys have to become this way?

Sukuna shakes his head and opens the bag, takes the necklace out and then shoves it into his pocket. It’s almost nine, so he should hurry. It’d be faster to be driven to your house, but he prefers to walk. That way he can clear his mind and think it over again.

♡ ♡ ♡

Sukuna stares at your gate. He should really just turn around and leave you be but he’s already climbing over it. “Oof,” he lets out as he lands. There’s a sting to his ankles but he doesn’t care. Should he be more careful so that he’s not seen? Yes. Does he care right now? No.

He takes a closer look around and notes that the upstairs is completely dark, meaning no one is up there. He decides he’ll scope out the area a bit more, just in case you have company. Just as he thought, it’s almost completely silent. He’d question if you were even home, but the living room light is on, indicating you might be there.

Sukuna shoves his hand into his pocket and clutches the necklace one last time before making it back around to your bedroom window. Fuck. It’s locked. Okay, he should go home. Despite thinking that, his hands try it again, lifting as hard as possible.

“Damn it,” he growls, gently punching the glass.

He turns around to leave. One step, two steps, three steps. Sukuna freezes in place and then swivels back around. He marches towards your front door with quick steps and rings the doorbell not once, but four times. He can hear your bitching getting louder, which means you’re almost at the door.

“Who the fuck–”

Your voice dies down the moment your eyes make contact with him. What the hell is Sukuna doing here? Your eyes flutter quickly to make sure you’re not seeing things, but he isn’t disappearing. He’s really here.

Your mind blanks out momentarily, “why are you here?”

Sukuna ignores you and pushes past you to enter. After successfully getting by, he takes the door handle from your hand and closes it, locking it as quick as he can. Your dull eyes become filled with irritation when Sukuna starts walking towards your bedroom.

“Where the hell are you going?” you shout as you angrily follow after him.

He gently pushes your bedroom door open and walks in, his fingers flipping the lights on as soon as he can. Shit, his mind is racing as he’s doing all of this. He can barely make out what the hell you’re saying. While he stands near your bed, you stand near the door to keep your distance. Gosh, it’s always you. This fuels his anger once again and digs into his pants pocket.

Without warning, he angrily throws the item at you and your quick reflexes make you catch it. You don’t look at what he threw. Instead, you keep your cold glare, “what is this?”

“The necklace,” he coldly says.

Sukuna turns away from you, so that he can’t see your face, “I no longer need it.”

A sudden burst of energy flows through you and you squeeze the necklace in your palm while angrily stomping towards him. You raise your hand and throw the necklace right at his face, causing it to scratch his right cheekbone, making it bleed lightly.

“Ouch,” he flinches. Sukuna’s hand comes flying towards his face to touch the new wound, “what the fuck was that for?!”

There aren’t even tears in your eyes. You don’t feel sad, you don’t feel like crying at all. What you feel is just pure anger. Whatever you’ve bottled up in all these months just ends up exploding in both your faces.

“Fuck you!”

Sukuna bends down and swoops up the necklace from the floor. He dangles it in your face, “you just cut my face with the necklace!”

Your eye twitches as you shove his hand away from you, “throw it away! Why bother giving it back?!”

Sukuna furrows his eyebrows at you, “don’t you want it?” He looks at the trident with a soft gaze, “last I remember, you liked the necklace just as much.”

The situation right now isn’t funny at all, yet you can’t help but laugh out loud at him.

“You’re a fucking liar.”

The tone of your voice is laced with venom and Sukuna fucking hates it. The eyes that used to stare at you so softly now glare at you as if you’re a murderer, “how so?” he taunts.

“If you liked the necklace so much then why are you returning it? It obviously doesn’t mean shit to you, so throw it away. It’s just a piece of garbage anyway,” you sarcastically argue. You look at the necklace as it hangs from Sukuna’s hand and feel your heart break. At the end of the day, it is just a stupid necklace. One you paid a hefty sum for, sure, but still.

“Actually, give it.”

You snatch the necklace from his hands and spin around to toss it but Sukuna chases after you, “what are you doing?”

Your voice cracks as you answer him, “I might as well throw it out for you. That way you’ll feel less guilty about it, so get out of my face.”

Sukuna tries to take the necklace back, but you dodge him, “I didn’t want to throw it away, I wanted to give it back to you.”

Damn, now you can feel the tears welling up. This whole thing just irritates you even more so you’re prone to cry out of anger and frustration as you argue back.

“Well it’s trash, so I’m dumping it.”

Again, you shove past him. Sukuna is bigger than you in more than many ways, so he easily stops you and steps in front, “what’re you doing?” He tries to reach for the necklace again, “give it back if you don’t want it!”

When he can’t take it from you, he gets frustrated, “give it back, y/n!”

“Why should I?!”

“Because it’s mine!”

You scoff, “not anymore. Did you already forget?”

Your free hand comes to angrily poke at his chest, “are you stupid?” You jab at him again, “is it crack? Is it crack that you smoke?”

Sukuna thinks he might as well at this point. He grabs your wrist and holds it in place, “piss off.”

“You piss off, eyesore.”

Ouuu, he really wants to fucking hit someone or something. Eyesore? Him? You’ve gotta be kidding. All of this is mainly your fault, so how dare you get upset at him. He originally did all of this for you. You’re spiteful and full of jealousy. While he firmly holds your wrist in place, he inhales then exhales to calm himself, “why are you so mad?”

“Shut up,” you softly mutter.

Sukuna stays quiet so the both of you can calm down on your own. With all the shouting earlier, it’s clear as day that neither of your parents are home. He wasn’t completely sure before, but now he is; not that it matters. He sees that you’re still holding the necklace as tight as you can and it’s clear to him that you don’t plan to let go anytime soon.

“You’re jealous of Kaede. Admit it.”

Ugh, you’re so tired of talking in circles now. You look at him with tired eyes, “I am. I’m so greedily jealous, Sukuna.”

Why does a part of him spark up at that? He manages to keep his face the same, “and why is that, hm?”

“I just am.”

This makes Sukuna sigh, a heavy groan escaping his throat, “tell me the truth, be honest with yourself.”

Last time you said you liked him and now you can’t speak up? What the hell is wrong with you?

“What, can’t talk now?” he taunts, “you’re attracted to me, just fucking admit it.”

“I am attracted to you,” you plainly admit, “I’ve always been.”

Great, this is finally getting somewhere. Last time you spoke in circles, saying you didn’t know or this and that. His head dips down, “so why did it take you this long? Why did you wait until now?”

Because of Kaede and Kazuya. Because you don’t know what Kaede is to Sukuna. The tears finally spill out as you speak, “because I’m selfish and greedy.”

Sukuna’s turns to look at you and you do the same thing at the same time. Another tear falls, “because I want you all to myself, even when I don’t deserve you.”

“You’re right,” Sukuna monotonously says, “you don’t deserve me.”

It’s so stupid that your heart continues to shatter but you take advantage of Sukuna’s hold on your wrist loosening to pull your hand back, “I know that you like Kaede, but I just needed to let this out.”

Though it’s a shaky one, you try your best to smile, “let’s pretend like this never happened.”

You’re almost out the door but Sukuna isn’t having it. He takes big steps after you “fuck no, get your ass back here.”

Every memory with you flashes before his eyes and he remembers Satoru’s words. He said you stopped seeing Kazuya, right? Sukuna grabs your forearm, spinning you around and you gasp with the action.

“Sukuna, what’re you– mphh?!”

It happened so fast, the way his left hand reached for the back of your head, the way his right hand that held your forearm pulled you towards him and the way his soft lips clashed against yours while your body slammed against his. The moment you realized what had just happened, you began to pound and punch at his hard chest to no avail. When he finally released you, you backed up to catch your breath.

“What– why did you do that? Why did you kiss me?!”

His gaze softens at you, but his tone is still cold, “why are you acting so shocked? Why do you keep making a fool out of me? Don’t play with me, y/n.”

Your heart aches at the thought of Kaede and what she’ll think of you, and you hate yourself for enjoying the thrilling rush of his kiss.

“I’m not! I was just admitting my jealousy–”

Sukuna cuts you off, “you’re in love with me, y/n.”

He takes another step towards you, “you aren’t jealous in a platonic way. Don’t tell me you’re a toxic lover.”

“I–”

“There’s only one way to find out, sweetheart.”

No. Why does your heart pound faster when he says this? You glance at him with tearfilled eyes, “then what about Kaede?”

Sukuna hates how your voice quivers. He hates that you keep bringing her up. He raises his hands and wipes your tears away while whispering, “what about her? She’s not you.”

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Name: leo

Pronouns: he/him

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Where are you from? What is your time zone?: yes. cest (gmt+2)

Roleplay experience: 12 years total, 10 years on and off on tumblr

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Favorite time of year: autumn

Some interests and things you like: dnd, drawing, gaming, a bit of cosplay. i like frogs :) and rock.

Some funfacts & trivia about you: - i once kneed myself in the eye on accident - ive made 47+ ocs just for ffxiv - funny character voices are my passion - i either go completely silent or get really loud while gaming. i also make actually physically wounded noises when my character gets hit

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? ffxiv, apex legends, flight rising, honkai star rail, enstars, soulsborne, splatoon. its a list of all time for sure

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: ghost/bug, spiritomb/armarouge

How did you get into Fire Emblem? was really into smash bros for a while and got interested in fire emblem. my friend had a copy of awakening and i watched her play, and when i asked my dad to get me path of radiance when he was in the us he got radiant dawn instead

What Fire Emblem games have you played? the gba ones, tellius, the 3ds ones and engage

First Fire Emblem game: radiant dawn

Favorite Fire Emblem game: also radiant dawn

Any Fire Emblem crushes? i dont do crushes but pandreo? ephraim also makes me feel profoundly unwell. also call me brendan reed because limstella,

If you’ve played the following games, who was your first S support? - Awakening: stahl - Fates: niles - Three Houses: idk tbh - Engage: pandreo

Favorite Fire Emblem class: thief, mage

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class? thief (high skl/spd/res/mag, dogshit con def and hp, normal str)

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? golden deer

If you were an Engage character, which Emblem would you Engage with? micaiah or byleth

How did you find TOA? saw it here and there while scrolling fe tags on tumblr... was scrolling the tellius one and saw an active leonardo??? and i was missing tumblr rp at the time and i was like okay sure why the hell not (i would write edward regardless though)

Current TOA muses: edward, chad, denning

Who was your first TOA muse? If you don’t have them anymore, could you see yourself picking them up again? edward has taken up permanent residence in my brain since i was 14 he is NOT leaving

Have you had any other TOA muses? im at three and im staying with these three until further notice ✌️

Do you think you have a type of character you gravitate towards? little guys and pensive freaks. theres closer descriptions of my archetypes but this is good enough

What do you believe you enjoy writing the most? hmhmhm. i like themes of belonging and not-belonging i think? places and people with which you feel at home, places you feel adrift and lost and that disconnect where it falls apart. i also really like unreliable narration, horror and that unsettling slightly delusional tonal dissonance when i have occasion to whip it out to maximum effect :)

Favorite TOA-related memory: keras kai elephas was so damn fun to me i need to stress this. first lore event really hit and solidified that i definitely want to stay!!

Got any delusions that didn’t see the light of day in TOA that you’d like to share? wil boey kliff and jean. are At My Door. theyre not getting in anytime soon but Hey.

#;ooc #hmhmhm

[is-the-owl-video-cute]

I still cant believe you and your wack fans found a twitter account posting gross art that used tags specific to that wack fetish in a way that made it very clear what the art was going to be, then clicked on the blurred image anyway and acted all shocked. You then proceeded to SHARE THE LINK TO THE ART. you were legit like "smh i cant believe this guy would post something so depraved in a public space" despite the fact you exposed a much larger audience to it than the twitter account would have ever gotten. I would have literally never seen any of that shit if your stupid ass didn't post the link. I would have gone my whole life never seeing it because i dont actively search "necrophilic feral art" on twitter.

Im not going to debate the actual ethicality of agro's art, but from your perspective: if you genuinely thought the content was harmful why did you share it???

I wonder if theres a term for this type of blunder. Theres definitely "dead dove: do not open" and "👀girl what were YOU doing at the devil's sacrament" elements at play here, but i wonder if theres a term for when internet people share niche disturbing content only to accomplish exposing the content to a larger audience and not actually do any "justice".

Anon I don’t have a twitter, did not visit his twitter, did not link his twitter, and just reblogged a few screen shots that showed his posts and heavily censored pictures of his art. I explicitly avoided any call out that posted the uncensored versions because I didn’t want anyone to have to actually look at the graphic material themselves.

And I only saw it in the first place because people linked me a call out post made by someone who has me blocked and doesn’t even like my blog lol.

You’re reaching very hard to try to catch me in a “ohoho you MUST have LIKED that stuff or you would’ve never FOUND IT” as though Agro and I didn’t have a previous falling out that made it relevant enough that my followers kept sending me receipts. I don’t know how or why the pit bull blog found all of that. You’d have to ask them, not me, because my answer is that I received some ten asks within an hour about it as soon as the post made by someone I’m not affiliated with was circulating.

Idk, anon. You’re grasping at straws on this one. I have also never gone to twitter and searched “necrophilic feral art”. I doubt the pit bull blog did either, Agro has promoted his nsfw twitter in his main account in the past. I think that just might be a more likely explanation for people finding it and being disturbed by what he posted since they could have followed his main for normal furry and warrior cats art.

#agro carnist

[cyber-rory13]

Hello everybody!

My names Rory, and I’m back on tumblr for the bajillionth time and rebranding for the bajillionth time (seriously why did I ever leave in the first place, I love yall)

Anyways… here’s my whole spiel about who I am, what I do, etc.

^^^ where I post from lolz. Anyways, here are the basic stats

Name/what y’all can call me - Rory, Cyber Rory, idk anything else just not any of my old names if you know them

Age - 19

God what else do you put in these OH OMG

Pronouns - irl they/them, online they/it (and ask about neos if interested)

Sexuality/gender identity - i identify as bisexual, abrosexual, and gender-fluid (please do not use he/him or she/her even if I say I feel more masculine/feminine, they/them is always preferred)

What’s my deal - I’m an artist! Previously I never really posted my own stuff, but now I want to start doing that. Obviously I’ll still repost things I like, but it’s not gonna be my whole page lolz. I started taking my art more seriously since I switched my major from marine bio to a double major in art and psych (physics and chem are too hard) I’m currently not in school (I had to withdraw during the middle of my first semester due to mental health issues, but I’m going back this fall! So excited!!)

What kind of art? - glad you asked. Im really into Frutiger aero and cybercore at the moment, so that’s what I usually base my art around, but I really don’t have one set style/“aesthetic” in my art. I go in between Frutiger aero, cybercore, y2k, scene, mizuiro, and basically anything else that I can sneak the color blue in

Other fun things about me

Music I’m into - I don’t mean to be one of those “oh I’m into everything” kind of people, as it’s not fully true, but it’s true like 90% of the time. My favorite genres right now are metal core, emo, whatever Ayesha erotica, millionaires, and slayyyter are, and ambient instrumentals (more specifically cybercore ambience and the little big planet soundtrack) I will not listen to most country, and pop music is very hit or miss, but other than that I usually like everything else. Specific bands I’m into include bad omens, mcr, motionless in white, spiritbox, and pierce the veil

Shows/Animes I’m into - hot take but I really don’t like to watch tv *gasp* I know I know, but it’s so hard for me to start new shows and keep watching them, especially if episodes are longer than 20-30 mins. Even with anime I have a hard time watching shows that I wasn’t into over a year ago. I’m really into JJK, Haikyuu, Yuri on Ice (rip), the aquatope on white sands, and tbhk

Other things I’m into - just gonna dump them all here lolz. Blues clues, Winnie the Pooh, stuffed animals (NOT squishmallows, hot take sorry) deltarune/undertale, sally face, Fran bow, project sekai (forgot to put vocaloid in music lolz), and the ds and Wii era Nintendo

ALMOST DONE

I’ll be setting up either a card or a link tree hopefully soon, but I’m also on TikTok (regretfully) and instagram, both are @/cyber.rory13 if y’all are interested. Eventually I hope to open up commissions and/or a sticker and print shop, but for now I’m waiting til I have more traction on my socials as shops cost money, and I’ve been unemployed since October (starting work in may tho!) so I don’t want to make that investment quite yet. Commissions however, I’m open to the idea of them, so if you are interested feel free to message me and we can talk about details there (they will have to be digital or traditional transferred to digital). And finally, the moment like one of y’all has been waiting for, some of my actual art!

Digital

Traditional

Anyways, I hope you all enjoy, my page is a safe place and feel free to reblog really engage anyway if you’d like to be mutuals! Slay queen!!

#frutiger aero #webcore #nintendo #artists on tumblr #traditional art #digitial art #bad omens #my chemical romance #cybercore #mutuals #yo mama #genderfluid #bisexual #abrosexual #jjk #yuri on ice #tbhk #neurodivergent #slayyyyy

[multifandom413]

I was going to draw pictures for this, but as I was drawing something else to get some practice for the style, it seemed like it was taking too long... So I just want to post it

A tiny fic based on some of my incoherent thoughts for mcytstuck, basically establishing an early scene because I feel like I don’t have enough info to tackle the ideas I have for dsmpstuck eggpire yet

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Your name is Badboy Haylow, but most of your friends know you by your online handle, gamingSaint. It just so happens that today, the 10th of May, you are going to go visit some of the aforementioned friends. A certain muffinhead you know has been fiddling with an area of land, fitted it up for some sort of game.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little excited. This is going to be your first time visiting the Troll Kingdom, despite being a troll yourself. You’ve spent most of your life in Carapace Kingdom, with most of your interactions with other trolls being exclusively over the internet.

You think you see a building off in the distance. That must be the community house!

==> Make a mad dash to the house

You run as fast as your legs will carry you. You dart through the trees, trailing across the waters’ edge.

You only start skidding to a halt when a small person in a bright green hood lifts an axe to you.

reservedDream: Yeah, hey, no offense, but this is private property :) gamingSaint: um…. yeah? RD: Yeah so… I need you to leave? :) GS: but… dream invited me here o_o RD: Haha, nice try buddy. I AM dream. I’m not expecting any more trolls :) GS: what RD: You heard me :) RD: Honestly today isn’t a great day for nonsense like this, I have a friend who’s supposed to show up any minute now :) GS: YEAH! ME! I’M THE FRIEND!

You start panicking as he raises the axe. You wave one hand in front of you, but the other instinctively reaches for the THROWING KNIVES in your STRIFE SPECIBUS.

GS: DREAM I’M SERIOUS, IT’S ME, BAD, I’M GAMINGSAINT, WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WEREN’T EXPECTING A TROLL GS: IF YOU DIDN’T WANT ME TO COME, WHY DID YOU INVITE ME?! O_o

The raised axe pauses.

RD: Hold on a sec :)

He pulls out his PALMHUSK. Moments later, your phone starts playing the Discord call chime. You pull it out to see reservedDream’s icon and an answer/hang up option.

==> Hang up

No. Absolutely not, what would that help here? You answer, looking back at the other troll with a deflated expression.

GS: IT'S ME!!! it’s literally me, do you believe me now? ): RD: …. :) RD: Why are you a troll :) GS: …. GS: i. uh. ….. RD: No I mean, it’s just :) RD: You’re from the Carapace Kingdom, right? I was kinda expecting a little chess piece dude. RD: RD: :) GS: well i’m sorry i wasn’t what you were expecting! :/ RD: No, no its- Sorry, you’re right, it’s fine :) RD: I guess I shouldn’t have assumed. It’s just been a bit of a nightmare keeping other people out of this place :) RD: But I’m glad you’re here! C’mon, lemme show you around :)

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More miscellaneous ramblings:

Me at work thinking about this: ahaha and dream would have a little :) for his quirk, genius

Me looking at my reblogs: wait someone else did that already

*slow panic over "so wait did I subconsciously steal that or is it just a really obvious quirk like literally what other quirk would he have"*

Also my thoughts for bbh's quirk are just be "he talks all calm and normal most of the time BUT SOMETIMES HE GETS REALLY AGGRESSIVE" and there is no in-between but idk how well that really translates into an actual quirk. Also his little O_o things he does all the time but again... can I even call that part of a quirk...

Also a bit of a spoiler maybe I guess unless you've seen my other rambling post about it (I think I wrote about it in there?) but like just:

Dream, a chess piece dude who lives in Troll Kingdom and pretends to be a troll: WHY IS HE A TROLL. WHY IS EVERYONE A TROLL. DO THE CARAPACE PEOPLE EVEN REALLY EXIST. WHAT THE FUCK. (his disappointment is immeasurable)

#mcytstuck #dsmpstuck #badboyhalo #dreamwastaken #does this count as rpf #i don't even know #og post

[seveneyesoup]

was gonna reblog some gender angst post i made a while ago bc i am feeling it once again but i can’t find it so now this is a post complaining about the tumblr search function instead. boooo tumblr search function let me find my own posts that i know i made.

#don’t reblog this? idk why you’d want to in the first place but #a Lot of the resources for questioning people are for like. people who are just now questioning and previously thought they were cis? #and mostly for binary trans people and it’s stuff like if you could wake up tomorrow and be a sex of your choosing what would it be? #and there’s a lot of like. posts from people who are like considering using a different gender than the already-trans one they’d been using #but it’s just like. haha relatable posts right vs like. more helpful stuff ig #and it’s not anyone’s job to help me w this yk so it’s whatever but it would be nice yk #dunno. there’s also an element of like. i think i have a distinct feeling for it but no idea how to interpret or visualize that????? #so while it would help to like try presenting in a style more aligned w that i don’t know what that might Be #idk. right now it’s not like. serious but i’ve felt these kinds of vibes before and over time they will be #and. not to be vulnerable on main or in fact anywhere. but i kind of don’t want it to be. i Like my current gender and presentation yk #and. the really fun part is whatever the new stuff is i think it’s gonna come with dysphoria. so that’s lovely. #again feel free to ignore this it doesn’t really require a response #but like last time if you. know me personally and would like to talk about this w me you are free to #you’re under no obligation either way i’ll figure it out eventually

[onp4012]

Pick a Card: How Would They React If You’d Confess Your Feelings?

Pick one of the pictures from above to see how the person you’re thinking about would react if you’d confess your feelings towards them. This PAC is meant to either give you emotional support, or the contrary, tell you this may not be the right person. Take it how it resonates.

feel free to suggest PAC ideas in the inbox!

Please like and reblog 〽️

masterlist

Pile 1

KOW, KNOC, Temperance, 3W, 6S, AOP, “Full Moon”

I get that the person you’re thinking about is gonna react pretty mature. This is someone who takes things very practical and logical and they surely won’t be the type to tell you “let me think about it”. I see them looking long at you and slowly starting to smile. If you’d confess your feelings to them they’d probably tell you that they feel the same, but for some reason, I rather get friendly vibes from them. So perhaps they might tell you they feel the same but they don’t want a relationship just yet, yk what I mean? They won’t tell you that they want a relationship with you, but rather they’ll tell you that it’s not the perfect time to have a relationship. Maybe this person is quite busy with work or with their career/school and they aren’t really willing to put work in a relationship at the moment. I feel that for some of you, this person is normally very tired and they don’t really get a lot of sleep. Idk pile 1, I feel like you should trust your gut.

So yeah, I personally wouldn’t confess at the moment because it’s not quite the right time. Wait for a moment or wait until they start giving you more obvious hints that they like you just as much and that they are willing to put work into creating this beautiful relationship you deserve.

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Pile 2

AOP, 5W, 8C, Hierophant, Justice, 6W, “Moon in Taurus”

My chest started to hurt when I started writing for this pile and the cards are also pretty twisted. I mean, the meaning is pretty twisted and when I’ve asked for a song for this pile, I got “Don’t you know”. They could be trying t detach at the moment of your confession and pretty much try to look cool, but they can’t lol. They’re in the 5 of wands place. I sense heavy breathing for some of you coming from them or you could be coming from you. Nah like wtf is this pile even. I can’t understand why your person is so paranoid lmao. It’s like “ru fr?”. I just accidentally hit myself in the chin. This person will be anxious and they might feel as if you’re joking or you’re playing with them. This pile makes me so mad BROOOO. Bro I needed to pull another 6 cards from my other deck to clear this pile out wtf. Ok so they will be very scared.

You’ll surprise them with this thing. The feelings are mutual, but they won’t be able to say anything because of the shock and fear. They’ll feel inferior because you were the one to make the first step and not them. They will feel that things move too fast and they will want you to wait. Doesn’t really seem to be worth in my opinion. Bro it feels like my psychic gifts have left my head lmao. They’ll be probably trembling. Better to not tell them. Let them make the first step. They’ll know when they’re ready. You keep giving them hints, they’ll eventually understand.

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Pile 3

KOP, 3S, KOC, QOC, QOS, 5P, “Moon in Scorpio”

Y’all are the chillest so far. This person will certainly share their feelings with you once you’d let them know you like them. The vibes are pretty chill. Their reaction will be very calm lol, I don’t see much tension here. Maybe this person has an ex of which they’d be thinking of when you’ll confess your feelings and they’re gonna ask themselves “wait, did X do the same thing as this person did right now?”, but yeah, those are only intrusive thoughts. They’ll probably be like “yeah sure, why not hang out more?”. I’m shitting tears right now bro cause this reaction is so controlled.

They will let you know that you guys have mutual feelings. They’re extremely friendly and they will appreciate the effort you did. You’re gonna be very relieved after this confession. It could be that you’ve been waiting for a while. Definitely mutual feelings for this pile. This person sees you at their level so will pretty much feel safe around you. Yeah, you just gotta step on your fears and be confident because there isn’t really much to be scared of. This isn’t pile 2, this is pile 3, so be happy, not scared/anxious like pile 2 (boy I’m getting trauma from the pile).

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Pile 4

Justice, Temperance, 8P, 6C, Devil, 2P, “New Moon”

This pile is more of a cold one. They’ll be chill about it, but still act cold for some reason. Could be their egos(?). They’ll tell you that they’re willing to put work but they’re a bit stuck in life at the moment, but at least they’re willing to put work. They’ll tell you that they feel the same and that they feel a soul connection with you. Yeah nevermind, remember how I told you they’re calm, yeah, they probably will be very conflicted.

Not worth it girl. This is like pile 2 Istg. You have to start a new chapter with this person or else it won’t lead you anywhere. It could be that you’re gonna start a new chapter with them once you tell them how you feel. If you’re into manifestation, you could try and ask the universe for a beautiful relationship with this person or ask them if they are even worth it. Many times the people we care for don’t deserve the time and energy. This person will respond tho affirmative. They’re going to tell you that they feel the same but they won’t really be able to be as affectionate as you’d like. They need to leave something behind in order to get pass those feelings. I guess you should let them do what they need to do. Let me be the initiatior.

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Pile 5

POW, Judgement, POC, QOP, QOW, Sun, “First Quarter Moon”

I feel like they’ve been expecting for you to confess your feelings. They don’t seems to have feelings as strong as yours but they still like you. They’ve been waiting for you to take the first step, this is like pile 1 but from the other perspective. They’re like “I knew this moment was gonna come.”. Your person could be gifted psychically-wise. They could have a very good intuition or could be able to predict events easily. They’ll be very warm to you and may even act maternal (?). They will surely empathize with you and they will be very happy to hear that what they’ve expected has finally arrived. They have a very soft stare haha, they’ll think you’re adorable. This person could be older than you with a couple of years so maybe that’s why. Feels like your person wanted to see if you had the balls to tell them how you feel.

They’d certainly admire you if you did so. I just heard “you’re worthy for it” so they could be the type of person to know through what you should go in order to align on your own path. I don’t think that they gave you hints that they like you and I don’t feel that you’d expect them to react this way lmao. Go for it, you’ll earn their deep respect. You literally got nothing to lose so far.

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Bye bye 🤍

#Spotify #SoundCloud #tarot #tarot community #pac #pick a card #tarot cards #onenormalperson4012 #pick a picture #astrology #spotify #romania #psychic #psychic medium #psychic tarot #psychic tarot medium #tarot readings #tarot pick a card #tarot pac

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

the nature of wisdom doesn’t favor the eternal (Yae Miko x Reader)

tags: alt title: how to be a heartbreaaaaker, gn!reader, pre!2.5 but made with miko’s known lore, manifesting c2 miko, this has been in my draft for a while just sitting here collecting dust but i figured why not post

a/n: i know i don’t write for unreleased characters but i just really wanted to make something based on the known info on miko. self promo but if you haven’t already, check out my genshin blog’s yae miko lore post uwu. when miko’s out i might expand upon this in another fic. (also if you didn’t know, the shimenawa flower is a type of mizuhiki called ume musubi. it’s a hard to untie so it’s a popular charm for couples to protect their relationship or even as wedding decoration.)

will i ever make a second part or a full fic based on this? idk. lol tell me your reactions and reblogs appreciated.

“Why is this being so difficult?!” With a noise of frustration, you tossed your craft-in-progress at the basket.

“It isn’t being difficult,” Miko smiled impishly as you pursed your lips with sour exasperation. “you’re just working against the cords.” Just as she said that, the guuji placed her newly finished ume musubi flower next to her growing collection of finished mizuhiki charms. All varied in sizes ー in varying shades of red, white, gold, and silver ー but all were irrefutably perfect. 

Meanwhile, you were still working on your first. “Easy for you to say, you’re a master at this by now.” You sighed loudly but you picked up your attempt to make a flower out of the three cords you were given to work with. You were excited initially when Miko asked if you wanted to help her make the flower-shaped charms they sold at the Grand Narukami Shrine alongside their omamori.

You weren’t a shrine maiden, you weren’t even Inazuman. You were just a student from the Academia who came to do field research on the way Electro affected the country’s flora. Then not even a week later, much to your poor luck, the Raiden Shogun declared her Sakoku Decree and you were forced to remain in Inazuma well past the date you were expected to return with your research.

There were some small consolations to start. 

You weren’t stuck in Ritou, which you undoubtedly would have been if you’d left a week later like your mother insisted because your cousin was having a birthday party soon. 

Even if some of the Shogunate samurai were a pain, that Kujou Sara lady mostly kept them in line.

The flora was just as spectacular as you’d imagined, what with the storm-sensing naku weed and the perpetually floating sakura petals.

The biggest plus, however, was when you finally made your way to the Grand Narukami Shrine to see the Sacred Sakura. The largest shrine in all Inazuma, the books back home said, and the domain of Yae Miko.

“When I was younger, I couldn’t stand making these things. I always messed up making the initial shape.” Despite recounting her frustrations, Miko’s violet eyes were warm and her smile was fond but distant. You watched as she carefully pulled each cord one strand at a time. “Then on the occasions I’d get past that step, I’d always make them too tight or too lose. My aunt, Lady Saiguu, laughed at me once and I got so mad I had a tantrum and left the shrine.”

That made you snort. You tried to imagine it, a small Miko huffing and puffing about being unable to make a charm. “It’s hard to picture you being that immature. Or young.” You were sure the whole of the shrine would agree if they heard Miko’s story.

“I wasn’t immature, I was lively.” Miko replied petulantly but her amused expression told you it was in good fun. “She was so mad when she found me.” Miko continued on as if she weren’t interrupted by your commentary. “She said Mount Yougou was no place for a young kit to storm around angrily. No, she said if I was going to be a brat then I’d have to do it in the safety of the shrine.”

“Your aunt sounds like she was hilarious.” Was it just her personality or was it her nature as a kitsune? Maybe it was a mixture of both.

“Yes, she was.” A silence fell between the both of you as Miko finished yet another charm, cutting off the access cords, gluing the tips, and pinning them in place to dry before setting it down.

Your stomach lurched awkwardly. “For what it’s worth,” you began quietly. Comforting others was not your strong suit. “I think she’d be happy to see you took after her sense of humor.”

Miko smiled at your words. “Of course she would, I’m her darling niece.” As arrogant as the sentence was, her tone was warm and appreciative. “Eventually, I got better at it. She said the only way was practice instead of crying about it.” Clearly, you kept your bemused thought to yourself. Miko’s fingers were very nimble in her work. “She also said that the better I got at weaving the cords, my wishes would be woven into them and become eternal. Maybe that will make it a bit easier for you if you think of it that way.”

Weaving my wishes into the cords... You thought of your room back in the Academia dormitories. With that philosophy, if this was a thing back home it would be a ritual to pass your classes. You were sure this wasn’t the sort of wishes the shrine maiden’s aunt meant, however. This is a charm for couples, after all. I’m as single as it gets.

Living in the land of Eternity was an experience. You thought of a debate your class had once about the various ideals of the Seven.

Barbatos was so free that he left his nation to be at the mercy at whatever harsh wings. Murata’s ideal of war wasn’t preferable for many reasons. Morax’s contracts notion was understandable.

But the Raiden Shogun’s eternity? There was a lot of contempt from the professors. Wisdom doesn’t favor the eternal, they said. They were completely incompatible ideals. Eternity leads to Stagnancy leads to Complacency and Complacency leads to Death. If we were just twiddling our thumbs in Eternity, how would the races of Teyvat prosper? Wisdom is realizing the mistakes of the past and using that to better the future. 

Barbatos’ freedom is reckless abandon. What good are contracts and justice to the opinions and constantly wavering hearts of man? War has done nothing but cause anguish and eternity will be the death of all.

This is why our Lesser Lord Kusanali’s Wisdom is the best way for a nation to strive forward. She doesn’t want man to be ignorant babes dwaddling about senselessly. It’s beautiful, Wisdom is beautiful.

You couldn’t deny that you weren’t somewhat in agreement with that sentiment 

Complacency isn’t good. That you could agree with. You weren’t sure how Inazuma would last under it’s ideal, at least, not the way the Electro Archon went about things. The best way for the Teyvat to thrive was through knowledge, even if there was a lot of hiccups in the road at times because of it. But you’d come around since your arrival to Inazuma.

The ethereal blossoms of the Chinju Forest.

The comforting feeling of walking barefoot across the beach, kicking up sand and water as you made your way to Amakane Island.

The fleeting fireworks in summer that rocked the sky for merely a few heartbeats but remained clearly in your memory even now.

It isn’t good, but... You glanced at the woman finishing yet another ume musubi beside you. Eternity is beautiful too, in its own way.

Shakily you continued with your crafting before finally ー finally ー you finished. A small, two-cord, ume musubi that was white and pink. To think it took this long just to make something like this. “.... well at least it this was supposed to be my practice musubi.” It was far too lumpy to be sold for anything now.

Miko shook her head, “I think it looks rather nice.” 

You glanced at her numerous successful works. There was nothing remotely nice about the one you crafted. It looked like it had been in a fight more than a popular charm for couples hoping for their relationship to be long lasting. “I’ll just toss it and practice more at home.”

Miko shot you a playful look, practically snatching your charm away from you. “Throwing it away is absolutely forbidden.”

“Not if I’m the one who made it.” You replied holding your hand out expectantly. 

Rather than returning your mizuhiki, Miko simply placed one of her own in your palm. It was quite larger, nearly the size of your palm, five cords of red and white. Curious, you raised an eyebrow. “Ume musubi exchange.” Miko made it sound like it was obvious. “You take mine and I take yours and we both can be happy with what we think is fine work.”

Somehow you knew she wouldn’t be satisfied with any other decision. But it’s nice that she wants to keep it even if it totally sucks. “If it makes you that happy.”

A warm breeze blew and like a gentle storm, the cherry blossoms scattered in the wind. You always thought that the paintings you’d see of such things back home in books were exaggerated. Now you knew first hand that it wasn’t, there almost wasn’t enough sakura blooms whirling about. Against your wishes, you couldn’t help but spare a glance at your companion.

The sight of snowing sakura paled in comparison to the sight of sakura petals latching to pink hair and kitsune eyes smiling fondly at the scene around them. 

Spring is constantly blooming in Inazuma. You thought when you noticed a pair of eyes staring back at you.

You half expected Miko to tease you. ‘Oh? Sneaking a glance at the lovely Yae Miko? How scandalous!’ Instead, much to your surprise, Miko’s violet eyes sparkled and she held your gaze for a moment before winking and holding up your sorry excuse for a drying ume musubi near her open eye. “This is quite nice, it matches the falling sakura perfectly.”

Whether she was flattering you to soothe your bruised ego or the compliment was genuine, you weren’t sure. You decided to accept her comment as the latter. “This was fun, Miss Yae.” You said after a moment, thumb caressing your ‘reward’ gently.

“Miko.” The pink-haired woman corrected looking satisfied with herself. “It was, I enjoy your company. Next time I’ll pick something a bit easier to make until you feel more comfortable with this.” She looked at you expectantly and you almost would’ve pegged it for her usual smug air, but you thought you saw a freckle of hope in her eyes. Or maybe it was wishful thinking.

“I’ll make sure to clear my schedule, Miss-”

“Miko.” The shrine maiden looked unphased as she corrected your word choice once again. Now her expression was undeniably expectant.

Coming from Sumeru to Inazuma, it had been quite the abrupt change having to refer to everyone by their surnames unless otherwise given permission. Or until a level of closeness had been acquired where one party felt okay with being on a first name basis. It had become nearly habit at this point after so long of being here. 

Finally you relented, “Miko.” Your eyes stared back at electro purple colored eyes for a moment before you looked back at your gifted flower charm. “I’ll make sure to clear my schedule, Miko.”

Miko nodded, mostly to herself, pleased. She appraised your mizuhiki charm once more. “It really is nice for a first try. But,” at that moment, her usual look of mischief returned to her face. “you would have given yourself an easier time if you softened the cords a bit before you started shaping them and kept your fingers a third apart.”

You felt your eye twitch once before you erupted. “Why didn’t you tell me beforehand?!”

Miko’s grin was devilish, laughing at your look of betrayal. “I thought it was cute looking at you try so earnestly.”

“Ugh!” How you didn’t immediately squish your ume musubi, you weren’t sure. “I’m going before it gets dark!” You stormed off.

“Come visit soon!” Miko called after you airily with a giggle.

Later on, with your mizuhiki claimed and your annoyance subsided, you realized exactly what the kitsune woman. Stubbornly, you ignored the warm feeling settling in your chest as you looked over the ume musubi you were given. It really was a perfect charm for a botanist. A botanist who would be leaving for the Academia once the Sakoku Decree was lifted.

There was plenty of talk about it now that the Vision Hunt Decree was dispelled. It could be announced any day now and you’d have to put Inazuma behind you.

I have a lot to catch up on. And I still need to go to Watatsumi to begin gathering field notes on the plant life. Kaushik had sent you a letter weeks ago informing you it would be safe for you to join him and Anisa there for field research. Even Alrani somehow managed to get there. There was only so much time before you’d have to go home. School aside, your family and friends missed you terribly.

Yet despite the urgency, instead of hauling ass to Watatsumi Island, you kept making your way to Grand Narukami Shrine with varying excuses. You still had more you wanted to understand about the thunder sakura and they all lead back to the Sacred Sakura. You wanted an omamori for success that your thesis wouldn’t be rejected when you submitted it. 

Miko wasn’t available to see every time but when she was, that in itself felt like an award in your own right. When you’d catch eye and for the briefest moment, her air as the head shrine maiden dropped, and she briefly showed the playful woman she could be before going back to guuji mode.

Kusanali forbid it if you both met at the publishing house and found yourself talking about the latest books she was considering publishing. How she wanted your second opinion on them and she invited you to stop by the shrine once you were done.

You noticed the faint scent drifting from your charm and, with a sniff, recognized the soft smell of sakura. The smell made you sick with self-contempt with how you kept putting off advancing your career and studies over some puppy dog crush. I’m leaving for Watatsumi first thing in the morning. You set the charm aside and began packing your things.

But it would be mean to just leave without saying goodbye. You suspired knowing yourself too well. But this was it, your final trip scaling Mount Yougou. You placed Miko’s gift atop your clothes gently, but far enough that you couldn’t see it easily when you opened your bag. 

Eternity isn’t the nature of Sumeru. We’re constantly changing with everything we learn. You reminded yourself, knowing this was for the best regardless of whatever hung between you both and the beauty you managed to find in the slow moving tranquility of the country.

Wisdom comes first, the sages always emphasized. Wisdom above all else or how will you managed to be even a tenth as good a student as our greatest alumni?

Don’t make my mistakes, your mother urged when you left for Inazuma. It had constantly been brought up at family gatherings when people believed you weren’t listening how your mother had squandered everything away in Fontaine after marrying your father instead of finishing her course before their relationship soured and she took you back to her hometown. Whatever might come up, don’t let it become a distraction. You have so much potential. Other things can come later.

If this is what Inazuma did to me, imagine if I took Sayid’s advice and went to Mondstadt. You joked bitterly before you drifted to sleep, dreaming of electro-charged sakura petals and fox tails. 

It was a relief when, the next morning, Miko was too busy to entertain guests. You simply asked that the shrine maiden Miyuki pass your farewells on to the guuji when she was able to instead.

The guilt would pass eventually and eternity would continue on undisturbed. Wisdom will do the same.

#saiguu *handshake emoji* ei *handshake emoji* reader: leaving miko behind #look she's writing #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #yae miko x reader #miko yae x reader #black writers of tumblr #when you started with the intention of making fluff but you make angst instead #when you share childhood memories with bae and they leave lol

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You Make It Better | h.s.

warnings: DEPRESSION, i apologize if i do not portray it correctly, i wrote what i could figure out from the internet. if this triggers you PLEASE DO NOT READ OR READ WITH CAUTION, nudity (? idk they shower together), very cheesy sorry

a/n: this is something i wish i had rn because even thought i’m not diagnosed and definitely think am depressed so ig that is where this came from. please, if you ever need someone to talk to, my messages are always open and i have no life so i’ll answer as soon as i can, asks (anonymous too) are always open. also i’m bad at endings so excuse that. (and writing his accent but we’ll ignore that)

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It was a late Saturday morning when you realized it was going to be a really hard day with your depression. You had woken up earlier than Harry, which was very rare. His arm was tucked between your neck and the pillow, hand laying softly on your arm, your head just below the right swallow tattoo on his chest, the inked butterfly on his stomach stretching with every even breath he took in his sleep.

It wasn’t much longer until he eventually woke up, his fingers suddenly grazing your arm as he fully opened his eyes to look at you. He lets out a guttural groan, stretching his legs under the blanket.

“G’mornin’ lovie,” he said groggily, voice rough as he bends down to press a light kiss to your hair. You don’t move, only your nail lightly scratching his side. His face scrunches up in confusion, and you knew if you were to look up at him you would burst out in tears just from how cute he is. “(y/n)?” He asked, moving down on the bed to be face to face with you. “You okay, baby?” His nose nudged yours, but again, you don’t react. You don’t even look him in the eyes.

All you do is shrug to his question, a little hum falling past your lips.

Then it struck him, and you see the exact moment when it does. But his face doesn’t change to a sympathetic look, he doesn’t frown at you with a sorry look.

Instead, he gives you a small and sleepy smile and pushes a strand of your hair away from your face. He scoots closer to you, moving you to sit on his lap, his boxers laying low on his hips, his inked fern leaves peeking through.

“Another one of those days?” He asked quietly as he moved to put his head right next to yours, his eyes looking up at you.

“Yeah.” You mumble, reaching over to grab the pendant of his necklace, rubbing the green cross with your soft finger.

“How bad?”

You continue to drag your finger over his cross pendant, eyes fixated his chest hairs. You sigh heavily before parting to answer. “Nine.”

“Hmm.” He kissed your forehead. “What made it a little betta’?”

You finally looked up at him, his emerald eyes still had a glassy look, still not fully awake. You’re hesitate to speak, your mouth opening and closing, thinking whether or not you should say what’s on your mind.

Very early in your relationship, you told Harry that it was hard for you to open up to people. You told him your illness made you feel like a burden towards everyone you know, you told him that there may be days where you wouldn’t want to see him because you’d feel like you're getting in the way.

But unlike the other people you’ve been with, he understood and was patient with you. And even though there were days that got really bad, he stayed by your side.

“You can talk to me, baby.” Harry took your hand that was holding his pendant, his finger grazing the skin of your thumb.

Your lips slightly quirk up, but not enough to really show that you were happy. But he could see it.

“You make it better.” You maneuver your hand that was in his to now hold his hand, bringing it closer to your chest and play with his ringless fingers.

When he doesn’t say anything, you look up at him worriedly, scared you’ve said the wrong thing.

But when you do, his face was the definition of happy. He was smiling so wide, his dimples were showing. There was a light hue on his cheeks, bringing his face to life.

You wish you could be that happy right now.

He brought you closer to his chest and pressed his lips to your matted hair. “Wanna just stay in bed all day?” You nod against his chest. “Whatever you want, love.” His arms tightened around you, bringing you impossibly closer, giving you a silent message of I’m here for you.

“Do you want something to eat? Some tea, maybe?” He asked sweetly as he started to pull away, his feet hitting the wooden flooring on your shared bedroom.

You looked up at him, hesitating to answer, but his fingers scratch your scalp in encouragement, his green eyes looking down at you sweetly. “Could-” you hesitate. “Could I just have some tea, please? Peppermint, if we have any.”

He nodded, bending down to press to place a kiss to your nose. “Anything to eat?”

You shake your head and bring the duvet to your face.

Before he can get too far, you grab his hand, getting his attention as he starts to walk away. “What’s up, baby?”

“Can I have a kiss?” you asked shyly, afraid he’ll reject you.

Instead of answering, he just leans down to peck your lips, but you hold his jaw and keep his close.

You give him one last peck before you pull away slightly, lips bruised to a pink color, faces still close.

You peck him one last time then back away, bringing the duvet to your chin.

“Don’t be too long.” You mumble.

He chuckled and kissed your head before walking out of the room.

•••

He comes back a couple minutes later, two mugs in his hands, a banana in between his lips.

You sit up against the headboard, the duvet just under your stomach that’s covered in one of Harry's old striped shirts.

“Thank you.” You mumble as you take the pastel orange mug from Harry’s hand.

You both sit quiet as you sip at your hot beverage, Harry offering you a bite of his banana after a while, but you decline.

Harry takes your empty cup and leaves it on his side table, the banana peel hanging from the rim of his mug.

“Do you wanna do anything?” He asked beside you, taking your hand in his.

“Ca-” You hesitate, scared he’ll say no or you feel like you're being selfish for what you're about to ask. “Can we just cuddle?” You asked with a pout, looking down at your lap.

He lets out a little giggle, getting under the white duvet. “I’d never say no to your cuddles.”

He pulls you close to his chest, the hair on his legs tickling your silky ones. His tattooed arm comes to lay over your stomach.

After a while, your eyes begin to sting, your sight becoming blurry, tears falling down your cheeks.

Harry seems to feel your salty tears fall on his chest. He plays with the ends of your hair and then rubs your arm. “Let it out, baby.”

Your shoulders shake as you sob, uncontrollable tears falling down your cheeks.

Harry held you tighter as you hiccuped, breath evening, eyes shutting as you fall asleep.

•••

When you woke up, the room was drastically darker. Harry’s side lamp was the only source of light.

Harry’s torso was against the headboard, one hand tangled in your hair, the other holding up a book as his eyes scan every word on the page.

When you shuffle under his touch, he closes his book and lays it by his side. “Hi.” He leans down to kiss your head, his hand now by your waist, playing with the hem of your (his) shirt you’re wearing that has risen up.

“What were you reading?” you asked meekly after you yawn, moving your arm across his fern tattoos.

“Love is a mixtape.”

“You love that book.” Your head moves up and down with his chest as he laughs. “Can you read some to me?”

“Sure, baby.”

•••

He had read a chapter or two when you realized, a small gasp leaving your lips. “Weren’t you supposed to go to the studio today?” You held up your weight against your arm, your hand digging into the mattress under you.

Your face scrunched up in guilt, your mind racing with the thought of getting in the way of Harry’s music, never wanting to be the reason he stopped working.

He just hums and and folders the corner of the page he was on before closing the book and leaving it on his side table. “I called Jeff when I was making the tea that I wasn’t going to make it today.”

“But why? You were excited to-”

“No one that matters, baby. There was no way I would’ve left you here by yourself.”

“I would’ve been fi-”

“No, you wouldn’t have and you know it.” His voice changed completely, more firm and stern than how he was talking earlier today. “Baby,” he started, he shifted in his spot on the mattress, turning completely towards you, taking your hands in his. You’ve always loved when you held hands. Loved to feel the comparison in size from your to his and your thumb always grazed his cross tattoo. You always get butterflies when he touches you, and that hasn’t changed since the beginning of your relationship that felt like so long ago.

“It’s okay to not be okay. I know it’s a struggle and everyday I wish I could take this pain from you, but I can’t. The best I can do is be there for you and hold you. And you may feel like you don’t deserve it, but you do. You deserve happiness and more. You may feel like every little thing you do bothers me and others but you don’t. I love you with my entire being, (y/n), and I’m surprised you haven’t gotten tired of me.”

You scoff through foggy eyes, but his dimples and freckles are still prominent in your vision.

“In the rare times that we’re not together and I’m with other people, the first thing people ask me is how you’re doing. Shit, I even get asked about you in interviews and fans I meet on the street ask about you.”

You’re full on sobbing now, his pretty words too much to handle, an overwhelming feeling of love and gratitude and happiness filling your chest.

“You’re not a burden, baby.” He said softly as he pulled you into his lap, his rough fingertips sipping the salty tears from under your eyes. “Say it, please.”

You take in a shaky breath, but an even, firm breath comes out, the ache in your chest a lot lighter, less painful. You lick your chapped lips before speaking, “I’m not a burden.”

His lips press to your temple, the warm skin. You both cry, holding each other tighter than what you thought was possible. You nuzzle your face into his neck, breathing his warmth and scent.

He sighs and gingerly kisses your forehead, his finger twirling the ends of your hair.

“Wanna go take a shower?” Harry asked, your legs tangled with his under the comforter. “We can watch a movie or something after, yeah?” He pushed back the stray hairs that had fallen out of your ponytail, the tie loosening its grip on your hair as you moved around the bed throughout the day.

“Yeah.” you mumble, eyes droopy again, energy slowly fading as the sun faded from the sky.

“C’mon, baby.” He wiggles away from you, standing on the side of the bed, his hand out for you to grab.

You move the duvet off you, goosebumps forming on your exposed legs and arms because you were only wearing one of Harry’s old shirts.

He takes your hand as you scoot closer to the edge of the bed, your feet softly landing on the wooden flooring of your bedroom.

Harry raises your intertwined hands and tenderly pressed his lips to the back of your hand, his dimples smile forming when he sees a blush form on your cheeks. “C’mon, love.” He leads you towards the bathroom, quickly turning on the light.

You walk behind him as he makes his way further in, opening the glass door of the shower to turn on the water, letting it get warm before he turns around to you.

He lifts his own shirt up, exposing his tattooed chest. “You too, love.” He chuckled at you as you just stood there in front of him.

He drops his shirt before tugging at the hem of yours, his eyes looking into yours for approval. You give him a small nod before he brings it up your torso.

He helps you undress the rest of the way, which was quick because you only had your underwear left.

You stayed close as Harry quickly undressed. The butterfly on his stomach expanded as he took in a deep breath, his hand reaching towards you again to lead you to the spraying shower.

The foggy glass door springs open and Harry steps aside for you. “Ladies first.”

Harry’s hand leaves yours to lay it on your back as you step into the steaming shower.

•••

Harry just finished washing your hair, his fingers raking through your wet strands, his chin resting on top of your head. Your hands mindlessly run up and down his back, your cheek against the swallow tattoo on his chest.

His thumb rubs against the side of your face, catching your attention. You look up to his green eyes looking down at you already, his dimples lightly denting his cheeks. “You’re pretty.” He spoke softly, his eyes shifting around your face.

You sheepishly look down at his chest, lightly tracing the butterfly tattoo on his stomach.

He chuckles at your shyness and kisses your forehead. Even though you can’t see it, he looks at you like you hung the moon, he looks at you like a goddess even though you have demons on your shoulders. “Which one’s your favorite?” He whispered in your ear before pressing his lips to it.

You hummed as you leaned back, Harry’s hands on your hips still keeping you close. Your eyes scanned his body, your mind at battle.

You suddenly lift yourself up on your toes, holding on to his shoulders for leverage as you look at the tattoos that cross over, inching close to his back muscles.

“The little guitar doodle, thing.” You said before you unknowingly let out a little giggle, you finger lightly grazing the darkened skin.

“There’s that laugh.” He spoke softly, a small grin widening on his face. His emerald eyes shining in adoration. “I missed it.” His fingers curl the ends of your hair. Your hands move to his face, delicately holding his gorgeous face against yours.

“I love you. Thank you.” You said quietly, tears fogging your sight.

He shakes his head without hesitation, wet curls falling between you. “Nothing to thank me for.” He lifted his head to press a hard kiss on your nose, making a small giggle leave your lips. “There’s that beautiful sound again.” He roughly kissed under your eye, your giggles getting louder. He pecks the corner of your lips before migrating slightly to nip at your pink lips.

Your shoulders relax as you sigh into the kiss, your fingers lightly grazing the skin on Harry's shoulder, his around your waist, giving you a small squeeze.

The warm water cascades behind you, flowing through your hair and falling down to your feet.

He slowly pulls away, so slow that it seemed like he didn’t really want to pull away. Wet strands of his hair fall into his face, your fingers quickly leaving his shoulder to rake them back. “Wanna finish up and get to bed?” He asked quietly, his chipped fingernails faintly grazing the skin of your hip.

You nod, backing up as Harry moved closer to turn off the water behind you. The steamy glass door opens with a pop, Harry’s feet stepping onto the white floor mat to grab towels hanging on the wall. He quickly wraps one around his waist, droplets of water descending down his inked frame, some falling down from his hair onto his shoulder.

You slowly step out of the shower beside Harry, grabbing the towel from his hands and unfolding it to dry your hair and body before wrapping it around yourself.

“Do you want one of my shirts, love?” He asked as he walked out to the bathroom (still completely wet with a water trail behind him) to his dresser, looking through his casual wardrobe.

“If it’s okay with you.” You stayed in the bathroom, watching him move around the bedroom.

“Of course, lovie. That’s why I offered.” He comes in front of you to hand you some clothes, just a pair of his boxers and his old ‘Hot n Hard’ shirt. “Always want you in my clothes. He pecks your nose and pulls away, a small dimple piercing his cheek as he smirked. “Also like you with no clothes.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and pushed at his shoulder, shaking your head at him.

By the time you slid on the shirt he gave you, he was leaning against the doorframe, pink boxers hanging loosely under the fern tattoos. “Can I help with your skincare?” He asked shyly, his cheeks turning the same color as his boxers.

You don’t hesitate to nod, stepping farther into the bathroom to let him in.

He pats the counter, his other hand going to your back. “Sit for me, baby.”

You jumped onto the counter, silently watching him as he gathered your different products, you had too many to count (and didn’t need).

You sat quietly as you watched his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, tongue poking out of his lips. His rough fingers gingerly patting stuff on your face, laughing at your whines when he was dragging down your face instead of smoothing up. “It’ll give me wrinkles!” You groaned.

So now he’ll do the same with his skin.

What? He doesn’t want wrinkles either.

•••

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notes : for my 200 special, i will be releasing 3 fics ;) and probably a short suna fic?? tbh idk WAXAXAX someone give me tips on writing haikyuu characters, ty 🤍 (mildly spicy, fluff) 3rd year things because.. would they be in a relationship in their first or second year?? no- mention of tiddies in one entry but that’s about it.

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𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘆𝗮 𝗶𝘇𝘂𝗸𝘂

ღ  he really likes the small of your back. he just really likes putting his hand on your back, at the beginning of your relationship with him, he’ll be too nervous to hold your hand- yet, he will put his hand on your back. not sure either. if it would be him putting it there while he keeps you close to him, or just guiding you. 

𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶

ღ  ah yes, the classical ass man. usually- he’d walk in front of people because he just takes comfort in that, but for you, it’s a different story. he’ll make you walk in front of you so he could stare discreetly at your rear. again, since he really loves you, he just loves your ass regardless if you’re flat as a door, or if you basically have a dump truck. he’ll always have you on his lap just for your ass pressing against him. he will smack that ass when you bend down so.. brace yourself. 

𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗶 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗼

ღ  your hips are one of his favorite. he just loves them, and he has the biggest fascination towards them. he’ll be staring at you from afar, and he’d just admire the roundness of your hips. he also loves leaving hickies on them, since the only one who could see the blooming marks on your skin is you and him. plus- he just loves the softness of your skin, and he’ll find his hands on your hips a lot. is it a protective matter? sometimes, but he sure loves your hips. 

𝗸𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗮 𝗲𝗶𝗷𝗶𝗿𝗼𝘂

ღ  your collarbones are so attractive to him, idkk but during training, when you were all sweaty (and your shirt was slightly tattered) his eyes were wide like saucers. idk about you though, but he’d get sudden urges to just bite on them- plastering hickies onto your skin. but he’s also worried about hurting you because of his teeth, so you’d have to consent on that act before he’d ever bear his sharp teeth onto your collarbones, sharp shark like teeth sinking into soft skin. he’s so kind, and you’re lucky to have kiri as a boyfriend :))

𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮

ღ   your hands are his personal favorite. they’re just.. a lot smaller than his, and the texture is so much different. though you’re in the hero course with him, he wonders how the hell your hands are still soft. he’ll find himself grabbing for your hands, and he’ll even deeply observe the details of your hands.his favorite thing to do is kiss the back of your hand like the smooth man he is. 

𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶

ღ  he loves your hips as much as shouto, but.. he’s enamored by your chest! a lil spicy, but he loves seeing the curve of your hips when you bend down to grab something. he may not look as fazed as midoriya but he’s secretly freaking out when you press your chest onto his when you hug him, regardless of size. he stares a lot at your tiddies (if you allow him) and he enjoys your reactions when you realize he’s staring. he will engage in casual tiddy holding. can he help it? since it’s you, then no, he can’t. 

𝗸𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗸𝗶

ღ  your neck is his favorite, just because he likes kissing it a lot! (he looks like an ass or tiddy person,) but he could literally make a presentation as to why he loves kissing and biting your neck so much. denki is an artist, and your neck is his canvas. every time he pulls back from biting all over your neck, he’ll sit back and admire the marks blooming on your once clear neck. he’s cheeky for sure. 

𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗷𝗶𝗸𝗶 𝘁𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶

ღ  he loves your thighs, and he finds it so cute when your thighs expand when you sit down on his lap (or on just any surface in general) he’d never admit it in public on how soft they look, and he’d especially never admit that he wants to be squished by them. he can only hope you know how ton read his expressions, and he’ll have to hope that you’ll talk to him about that. but until then, he’ll have his hand on your thigh, tracing shapes onto your thighs with a blush on his face. 

𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗼

ღ  he loves your waist, it’s just something about them that makes him want to place his large hands onto them. it’s canon that he’s a flirt, so if he was passing by you in a crowd, he’d move past you while grasping on your waist. it’s brief, but he’ll always catch the way your expression grows flustered. he WILL ask you “where’s my hug?” and when you do give him one, his hands will be on your waist. 

𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗼𝗺𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗼

ღ  another Y/N’s collarbone enthusiast. there’s something about them that just looks so.. elegant? he can’t exactly explain it but, he likes them a lot. he’s also a Y/N’s legs enthusiast, but your collarbones will always be #1 when it comes to his favorite feature about you. he could talk about them all day while peppering kisses onto them, enjoying the way your expression falls almost bashful. 

𝗮𝗶𝘇𝗮𝘄𝗮 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗮

ღ  he likes your hands because of the way they always manage to calm him down. your hands have done great things, and they have always managed to make him relax with a simple touch. he loves holding them, and in a crowd- he will always hold your hand. it makes him feel safe knowing you are with him. he also likes the size difference between your hand and his. 

𝗱𝗮𝗯𝗶 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝘆𝗮 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗶

ღ  he really likes your thighs, and he will be shameless about it. you could be talking about whatever, and he’d just be eyeing your thighs like it was pure eye candy. he will make you squish them around his head. bites, kisses, and heck- he will imprint burn marks onto your thighs as to show that you’re his. hope you’re ready, and don’t worry- the pain is just a fleeting moment. 

𝗵𝗮𝘄𝗸𝘀 | 𝗸𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗺𝗶

ღ  he likes your back. more so when he’s behind you, and he’s looking at the way your back curves. overall he gets excited just looking at your back profile. he also likes biting and marking your back, til it’s basically just a canvas of bite marks he imprinted on there. he has a habit of standing behind you, since he might accidentally slap you with his wings- so he has grown fond of just putting his hand on your back. (it’s almost protective, just almost.) 

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Hello idk if you’ll see this or if you’re still accepting request but I wanted to know if you can do an angst male reader where he’s really close to yachi as friends and plays volleyball with the karasuno boys but like he’s ignored and pushed to the side and no one really notices until he leaves the team and moves to Tokyo only to later join the nekoma team and they actually pay attention to him and he kinda has a run in with his old team latter. Sorry if it’s confusing this is my first ask😅

—shadow on the moon

[nekoma x m! reader | karasuno x m! reader]

synopsis: perhaps they relied too much and gave back too less, and this was karma's sign of ending the cycle.

warnings: angst, self-depreciation, + hmm i feel like it's lackluster because i couldn't imagine karasuno doing something like this

words: 1350

—note: i couldn't write the reunion part? idk why i've rewritten it a few times now but i'm not satisfied ㅠㅠ if you want something changed, please tell me!!

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It was ambitious of you to dream of becoming heard when they couldn’t even spare you one glance. 

You didn’t want to place the blame on the team. It wasn’t their fault that you’ve always been hardly in the limelight. It wasn’t their fault that you’ve always been a wallflower. It wasn’t their fault that you could easily be outshined by anyone in the team. 

It was, however, their fault for their inability to notice your presence no matter how hard you tried.

As a middle blocker in Karasuno, it was appalling how they failed to acknowledge you and your prowess— to the point that you even doubted you had the ability to block for the team at all. Communication has never been easy for an introvert like you, who always depended on the possibility of some extrovert adopting you into their social circle. So despite the overflowing hurt built up on the prospect of being casted to the sidelines, always shoved to the benches as a warmer, you were unable to voice anything out. 

This arrangement continued even through your second year with the team. Heck, it even got worse— with the way Hinata, who, no matter how small, easily got the attention of everyone, and Kageyama, a naturally-born genius with a career ahead of him, you were easily overshadowed by first years of all people. 

Truthfully, you should’ve been in Nekoma High right now. At the end of your first year at Karasuno, your dad was promoted and was given the privilege of an apartment in Tokyo for easier access to his new work. You were very naive to push the move to months later, desperately hoping for at least acknowledgement from the team, that they recognize you as one of their middle blockers. 

It wasn’t the case at all. Were you that replaceable? Were you that insignificant to the team? Were you that unnoticeable? Were you so useless that they won’t even miss you at all? 

Perhaps he could take back that last thought. 

A very kindhearted first year managed to notice you, introvertedness and all. Yachi Hitoka had come to be someone very dear to you, someone who had always been ignored. You were not used to the attention she gave you but you managed to get used to her warmth. The way she’d greet you first out of anyone in the gym or the way she fretted whenever you needed to be bandaged on the rare days you get to play— everything about her was warm. 

And you’d be forever grateful for the kindness, the attention, and the love she had extended for someone as unnoticeable as you. 

Sadly, all the tears can’t be prevented. Even as Yachi rushed to see you one last time before your departure, nothing can’t stop the inevitable partition between a wall-flower like you and the continuously developing crows. You couldn’t help noticing the way only she had come to see you one last time, but you swallowed it all once you remembered you chose not to tell anyone else. 

It’s not like they cared anyway. 

But, there’s no use dwelling on the past. You’re far happier where you are today— with a family who always made it upon themselves to vocalize their recognition for the immense talent you had. 

You had met the members of Nekoma twice: on that one game on the last day of golden week and during the training camp in Tokyo. Sure, you weren’t actually given the chance to play that much but you were beyond amazed at their prowess. No one seemed to outshine anyone in the team and everyone worked harmoniously regardless of their skill level. What you silently wished for, the chance of having a team like that, actually came true. 

The day you joined them was memorable, far more memorable than you’ve ever imagined. 

“Y-You’re K-Karasuno’s middle blocker!” Number 7, Inuoka, you think, gasped when you entered the gym with Coach Nekomata and Coach Naoi.

Taken aback at how you, of all people, were easily recognized, you staggered in embarrassment. You hid behind Coach Naoi which caused the two coaches to snort or laugh because of your actions.

Lev perked up in curiosity, vaguely remembering a middle blocker from the last training camp who, despite the way he stood out from the rest, wasn’t actually a starter. Stumbling like a deer who was recently born into the world, Lev ran up to you with sparkling eyes. However, it was really a scary sight if anyone were in your shoes. 

“Why are you at Nekoma? Why weren’t you a starter? How come I’m taller than you but you’re better? Is there a se—” Yaku, the one who was like Suga-senpai, grinned wryly and dragged the excitable first year away from you after he apologized. 

After hearing the coach’s announcement regarding your transfer, Kuroo smirked. 

“It looks like Karasuno carelessly let someone as talented as you go.”

Judging from the way you flinched, Kenma immediately concluded there was more to it so he kicked the captain’s shin without regard. 

“A-ah… They don’t really notice me at all,” was your quiet reply, which took everyone by surprise. 

“EHH?! Well, we’ll take care of you! Welcome to Nekoma, (L-(L/N)-san!!” Yamamoto cheered, though he faltered when he shyly uttered your name. 

The team was far more accepting, you mused, as you were unable to stop the comparison from your former team. It wasn’t that Karasuno was all high and mighty— they just couldn’t make it feel like you were a part of them and for so long, you figured it was because of how you were behind everyone else. 

Nekoma reminded you that despite that, if that were really the case, you weren’t alone. They like to exaggerate by saying you were really talented, and you were, and it made you feel like you were having progress— like you were part of the family. 

While you slowly began to progress from your past, the flock of crows weren’t doing so well. In fact, they weren’t doing good at all. When Yachi arrived to practice, right after the day you left, no one could deny the drop in her mood. Something was wrong but no one could place it. 

Their ignorance only made Yachi even sadder. 

Their realization came later than anyone ever wanted. No one could deny the decline in their defense. After all, they had always been too complacent— relying on the shadow of which they were sure was there to block in place of others. Perhaps they relied too much and gave back too less, and this was karma’s sign of ending the cycle. The shadow of which they relied on has found its light, leaving everyone else in the dark. 

The quality of Karasuno’s plays slowly declined and it shone through during their practice match with Dateko before they leave for Tokyo. There’s nothing they could do though. After hearing from Kenma that their middle blocker transferred to them— to their fated rival, of all people— the mood amongst the members dropped. They can’t be like the protagonists in coming of age movies where limits are non-existent or main characters who, despite all odds and flaws, get to reunite with their love interest. They know that they’re living in reality and reality has made it a point to tell them how big of a mistake it was to underestimate you, your skills, and your being.

No one would expect, not even Coach Ukai or Coach Takeda, that you had been so hurt all this time. All they could do is wait for the day that the fated rivals battle it off in court, and this time, you stand on the opposite side. 

It was ambitious of you to dream that you would be heard, but not a single soul can stop a dreamer from reaching their goals. It was ambitious to dream that they would finally realize your worth but you succeeded. So as they weep in regret and sorrow over their late revelation, you finally stand proud with the family you always wanted.

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Wait... somebody hold my pasta! Requets are opennnn! Bello, how are you?? I hope you are doing well!

I was wondering if I could ask for a Killer x Reader fic! I thought like, the reader is the new cook and Killer keeps hovering around like she's poisoning the food idk hahaha In reality, he just wants to be around, but doesn't know how to tell her.

Any special touches are so welcome! And please, take your time writing. I know you are swamped with requests and I'm not going anywhere haha Sorry for the gigantic ask!!

Thank you! Wishing you all the inspiration and love! 💙

Hello author san! Im happy to see you here in my box! This is my very first time writing for our favourite Pastaboy!! Im so excited to write for him. I hope its good and I hope you like it @holykillercake swan~~

MR. MASK

Pairing: Killer X Reader

Warning: none. Its Killer fluff!!

Word count: 2.3K

Likes/votes, comments, shares/reblogs are appreciated!

Summary : being the new cook of the Kidd pirates, comes with a very suspicious and also a curious mask dude.

"Yes. I know that and I added extra sugar for Kidd", you replied to the mask dude who was telling you, the official cook for the crew, how to make coffee for the captain.

"Just making sure", he said and started to make pasta.

"I could make it for you", you said.

"Its alright. I can do it myself. You can now go and serve the coffee to the gang", he replied without even looking at you.

'This jerk... why the hell is he like this?', you cursed under your breath and went to the rowdy gang. Mornings were the only time of the day, the assholes didn't drink.

"Heat! Wire! Wake up!!", you knocked the door and went inside. The roomies had a drowsy look on their faces. But ofcourse these two and Killer mostly stayed up guarding the ship.

Then you went to Kidds cabin and knocked once before entering.

"Captain, wake up", you said and carefully placed the hottest mug on the side of the night stand. He just grunted and turned. You knew, once Kidd woke up his drink would turn warm. So his was extra hot than others.

Once when a traitor was about to kill Kidd in his sleep, the first mate used the boiling hot coffee which was on the captains stand just in time. So... its not only a drink but also a weapon.

You quickly handed the rest of the crew, their mugs and went to the kitchen to brew the stew for the breakfast. Yes ofcourse it was wished by Kidd himself the day before.

You saw the first mate eating his pasta peacefully with his mask on. Before you were the cook, he cooked for the crew and this became his habbit to eat before the crew. He never removed his mask. Not once he revealed his face.

It would be a lie, if you said you weren't interested how he looked like and why he wore his mask always. But slowly you got used to him and his behaviour around you.

He always told you what to add and always asked what you were making. His special interest to the ingredients was weird. He looked at the ingredients and cut them for you everytime. As if you'd poison the food, if he wasn't around.

You were getting pissed by his actions day by day. You went to the stove and continued to stir the stew.

The breakfast was hectic with the rowdy crew and their massive appetite. You did feel someone staring at you once in a while. There would be 2 people if you felt like someone is staring at you. One being heat and other, the blond. Heat sat beside you, so you knew it wasnt him. And you made sure Heat could over come his shyness and ask you for food instead of staring.

You turned to look at Killer and yes, his mask was facing you. You shook your head and continued to eat the food.

And after a bit of training with Heat and Wire, you went to the kitchen to make lunch.

You got irritated when you saw the vegetables already cut. It was the work of Killer and you couldn't do anything but to sigh. You quickly started to mix the already cut veggies with the spices.

Making the Lunch was a bit peaceful. Because during this time, Killer and Kidd used to talk about some upcoming events and handled some paperwork. Sometimes they would build machines or new types of weapons.

The dinner was again a bit difficult. You could cut the vegetables this time but, he'd come to the kitchen and ask you what you were making. Sometimes he used to read books during this time. Sometimes it felt weird if... he wasn't in the kitchen.

Just like everyday after dinner, you now sat in the kitchen alone and looked at the new recipes, thinking what to make tomorrow. And like a routine, Heat came towards the Kitchen and stared at you for a few seconds before calling you.

"Hey.. Y/N", you immediately looked at him and knew what he was about to say. So you got up and went towards the fridge.

"Can I have any leftover dessert you made today", he asked as you closed the door with the dessert in your hands.

Walking towards him you placed the food before him and sat opposite to him.

He smiled happily and took a bite of the dessert and started to eat it with delight.

Yes you loved to see people enjoy the food you make. So you always made sure to save a portion for him.

You decided to ask Heat the question you had for months.

"Heat, can I ask you something"

He swallowed the dessert in his mouth and nodded.

"So... its actually about Killer", you said. Heat curiously leaned over to listen to you.

So, actually.. i feel like he is really suspicious of whatever I do and its really bothering me", you said before closing the cook book and sitting straight.

"How can he be so suspicious even after I am here for more than 4 months. I mean, if he has any problem with me, he needs to tell me right. What should I do? ", you ended with an ask and looked at him curious eyes.

He took another bite of the dessert and started to think carefully.

Finally he answered by saying, "I am pretty sure Killer is not doubting you. Maybe its better if you ask him"

"Why do you think its not the case?"

"Well, if it was... you wouldn't be alive. Its as simple as that."

'Damn that makes perfect sense. Why didn't I think like that', you mentally facepalmed yourself.

"Y/N, I believe there is something else. Why not just ask him", he suggested taking another bite.

"Yeah... thanks", you smiled at him and leaned back into your chair as you continued, "ill do that"

But ofcourse. It wasn't that easy to ask Killer. So a few days passed and one evening, the crew reached an island.

After docking, Kidd wanted to get drunk and fight other drunkards in the bar. Thinking it was a good chance to slip out of the place. The island was beautiful and the stars started to twinkle in the sky.

You walked aimlessly in the streets, which were a bit dark but still were beautiful. You didn't have to be scared. You are strong. One of the Kidd pirates. The one who always trains with the super soldiers heat and wire.

Then a park caught your attention. Walking in it you saw a slide.

'Ha... memories', you thought as you walked towards it.

The next thing you knew was you climbing up on the slide. You were ready to slide down it then you noticed the mask staring at you. You didn't know what to do. Your mind was blocked with the embarrassment. Still you slid down. Oh my... the 2 seconds slide was definitely awkward.

Both of you were so silent and just kept staring at eachother, with a blank expression.

You swore you could see his shoulders shaking. Was he... trying to hold back his laughter?

"What is so funny?", you asked with your cheeks flushed pink.

Damn he turned to another side to avoid looking at you, while he still tried to hold his laugh.

"I.. I just felt like... playing because its been a while", you tried to explain yourself while folding your arms. Then he slowly turned to look at you.

"I... didn't ask you anything", he said folding his arms.

"Tsk... why did you come here anyway?", you asked but you didn't receive any answer. You started to walk towards the swing now. He quietly followed you a few steps behind. Well you got caught so, there is no reason to hide or sacrifice the urge to play.

You sat on the swing and looked at him slowly coming towards you.

"Killer! Push the swing up high", you asked.. more like ordered.

He stood behind you in a blink of an eye and pushed the swing forward. It had been so long since you played like this.

The cool breeze felt so good. You chuckled as soon as he pushed you a bit higher. Oh how it felt like music to his ears.

After a while you asked him to stop it. You tripped as you felt a bit dizzy after swinging for so long. Ofcourse Killer was there to make sure you didn't fall down. You tapped his shoulder and made him to sit on the swing.

"Now It's your turn", you declared.

"Woah, you don't have to", he said but you didn't care and pushed the swing forward. If Killer didn't have his mask on, you could've looked at how he blushed at your actions.

Then you suddenly thought about what Heat told you. You decided it was the correct time to ask him as it was neither awkward nor anyone interrupted you two.

"So, Killer I wanted to ask you something for a while now", you saw that Killer definitely flinched when you said it.

"Wh..what is it?", he replied trying to keep him as calm as ever.

"Do you not trust me?"

"Huh?"

"I mean, you are always in the kitchen, asking me what I was doing, what I was adding, what ingredients I was using. It feels like you don't trust me", you pushed him again but he stopped to swing, by placing his legs on the ground.

"Oh no! I do trust you. I never thought you'd misunderstand my actions", he said facing you. You gave him a confused expression for which, he turned away and sighed.

"I was... trying to help you", he mumbled.

Your cheeks turned red at his answer. Then everything made sense. The way he always tried to make you know what the crew liked. How he cut veggies and other items for you. How he made his own pasta to lessen your work.

'God damn it! Now that I think, Ofcourse he was helping me', you started to curse yourself inside.

"So... you didn't knew it", his faced down looking at the ground beneath him.

"Im sorry. Killer please forgive me", you crouched before him and looked up at his mask. 'Aww how sad he seemed now.

"I'm sorry I didn't notice that you were helping me", you said taking his hand in yours.

"Its alright. It might've been my fault. I am this weird looking mask dude. No wonder you got scared"

"No no Killer. Its not because of your mask. Its not your fault. It was my fault. You are calm and collected. You always analyse things before hand. You solve fights between the crew members. You always did help me. You were always around me and made sure I didn't feel uncomfortable. You are an amazing cook and a great partner", you ended saying it.

Well with the last part you got carried away and got real close to his mask. As if you were kissing his mask.

Oh damn. You pulled back but... you were damn fricking sure, you saw shiney light blue eyes.

"Thanks Y/N", he said getting up and as you both still held hands, he pulled you up.

He placed his other hand on your waist to make sure you had balence before letting you go. He waved to you and started to walk towards the exit.

For some reason, you felt like, you'd really miss something if you just let him go now. As if... you'd not see him like always. Your legs worked their way and now you were running behind Killer.

"Killer stop!", you said and he tuned back to look at you. You couldn't stop your legs and almost tackled him down. But he was way too strong for you to tackle him down. So now, his arms were supporting you. Again!

You almost died with embarrassment but... you had to tell him.

"I didn't hate it", you said but he didn't reply. More like he didn't even know what to reply. Or... he didnt even understand what you meant.

"I didn't hate when you helped me. Infact I... liked it. Thanks for helping me then and also from now on too. So please do stay with me", you ended the sentence with looking down at the ground. It was quiet for a while.

'The fuck... why did it sound like a-'

"Is this a confession?", he asked

Your cheeks turned red at his question.

"Ah- I... But...", you struggled to come with an answer then you noticed his shoulders shaking again.

"Idiot! Dont laugh!", you shoved him back and started to walk away.

"Hey wait. No one dared to shove me and walk away", he said and followed you. You smirked at that and continued to walk with your head up.

He then continued, "Well.... except for Kidd, when he is on his period"

This shit made you to crack up and you laughed.

"Damn Kidd would kill you", you said as you placed your hand in his and you two continued to talk. You felt so warm in your heart when you held Killers hand.

Maybe something was about to start between you two.

Meanwhile in the bar of the island.

"*Achoo* I hope I didn't catch a cold", Kidd said as he snatched a drink from another person and started to make a ruckus in the bar.

XOXOXOXO

I hope you enjoyed reading this story. I hope I made justice to my very first Killer fic. I enjoyed writing so much for Killer. He is a comfort charecter of mine after Sanji. I tried so much to get a good plot for Killer.

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