#however i think this idea is funny so i will be clinging onto it like i clung onto the podzol party

[ponderingmoonlight]

Hello! I hope you are doing okay :)

I am not sure if requests are open, but if it is;

Can I please request Stronger Reader x Gojo, where the reader is almost perfect with everything (beauty etc) and comes from another universe? It would be funny if they were annoyed with each other at first, but then slowly became friends and then maybe Gojo having one side crush xD?

Close win for your great idea, so there you go! Please let me know what you think as I'm not 100% satisfied with how it turned out...Enjoy <3

Golden girl

Pairing: Gojo x stronger!fem! reader

Word Count: 2,5k

Synopsis: Satoru Gojo really hates everything about you, especially the fact that you are stronger than him. Is it even possible to get along with you, let alone like you?

Warnings: Language, Gojo is pretty mean from time to time, kinda enemies to lovers, but no real fluff

He fucking hated it with every fiber of his heart. The way you walk, the way you talk, the way you looked, the way you smiled, the way your powers are so enormous. Why on earth do you have to be so fucking perfect in everything you’re doing? You came into his life like a meteorite, crushing his confidence in an instant with your outstanding abilities, charm and beauty. Like a supernova, you emerged everything that he stood for and just made it…better.

“This is way too funny”, Yuji gasps while clinging onto Nobara’s sobbing shoulder for dear life.

“I’m telling you it’s true!”, you demand, your very own voice shaking in laughter.

Even Megumi can’t hold back a little laughter for any longer. Gojo’s eyes darken as he crosses his arms over his chest. You have some fucking nerve, coming in here “from another continent” like you said, almost surpassing him in everything he’s been doing for years. Fuck, he is the strongest, he has always been the strongest. Who do you think you are to steal his life away from him?

“Actually not, no”, he grumbles under his breath, eyes darted towards your perfect falling hair.

“What’s up with that face, Gojo? Did you not sleep well?”, you questions, gaze of innocence piercing through him.

His blood begins to boil in an instant, he sees nothing but red. The way your big round eyes seem to stare right through him with a slight hint of tease glittering in them makes him want to shoot a bit of hollow purple your way.

“Since you’re here, I’m actually feeling bad all the time, golden girl”, he remarks sharply.

You can’t help but let out a little giggle. You have nothing against Gojo Satoru. In fact, you really do admire him, his abilities and personality. However, it seems like he isn’t so keen about meeting you. You’ve been here for a while now and his behavior towards you is as terrible as always.

“Evil tongues could say that you are…jealous of me, Gojo-bear”, you reply with damped voice.

“Jealous of you!?”, he breathes out.

His fast and enormous steps close the distant between your bodies in an instant, his hateful gaze hollowing above you like a fatal shadow.

“Time to get going guys”, Megumi murmurs.

“I am the strongest, remember that brat”, he hisses through gritted teeth.

“You were the best, Gojo. Now I’m here. So get out of the sun for me, will you?”, you bite back, very own words dripping in venom.

If he’s treating you like shit, you’ll definitely do the same. You’re way too fucking tired to let him do this to you.

“We will see”, he spits at you.

With one last hateful glance in your direction, he turns around and simply walks away.

Wow, what an asshole. __________________________________________________________

“Would you mind getting out of the way so I’m able to do my job?”, you snap at no other than Gojo Satoru.

“You can’t do this alone, (y/n)”, he shouts over the deafening noises of battle.

Bullshit. You’re slaying curse by curse so effortlessly that it hurts his eyes. He hates to admit it, but you make it look so damn easy – too easy for his liking.

“I’m doing perfectly fine Gojo. Are you worried about me?”, you tease him while demolishing a curse with the blunt force of your little finger.

“Worried about you, that I don’t laugh. I give zero shits about you”, he screams into your direction without hesitation.

“It’s actually mutual, asshole!”

“Why are they so mean to each other? I have never seen Gojo-sensei leash out like that, but when it comes to (y/n) he seems like a different person”, Nobara comments, eyes hypnotized by your moves.

“I think it bothers him that she’s stronger than him. I mean, being told you’re the strongest your whole life just for a random woman to show up and steal your spotlight sound pretty rough to be honest”, Yuji guesses.

“Why the hell do you have to be so damn mean? I did nothing to deserve your hate towards me, what is your fucking problem?”, you yell at him, body trembling in pure rage while still fighting off curses.

“Everything about you is disgusting, that is my problem!”

His words hit you like a wall. How on earth did it come this far? What did you do to make him this upset? Jujutsu High is your refuge in a world that failed to understand you for so long, you thought you finally made it. But this? This…is not fair. In fact, you are too good to keep up with this bullshit.

“Listen up Satoru.”

Gojo’s heart skips a beat when you call him by his first name. You’ve never done this, always calling him by his last name or stupid nicknames. He was never Satoru to you except for now, when your voice is dripping in venom and your dangerous eyes are darted towards him in a way he has never seen before.

“What the hell is your problem, huh? I’ve never done something to deserve the way you treat me like shit. I came here because I thought I’ll finally find people that understand me, who accept me the way I am. It’s not my fault that I’m stronger than you, you hear? Instead of making me feel like shit, you should think about training in order to become better than me, don’t you think? Being the strongest also means being able to admit your weaknesses. It pains me that you reject me so vehemently.”

For him, time stands still. Your glistening eyes show nothing but sorrow, his very own reflection staring down at him in guilt. Fuck, why do your words cut through him like a knife? Why does it have to be so true? Is there a reasonable explanation behind the way he acts towards you? He can’t put a finger on it. Damn, all of this just because you broke his ego so violently? He shakes his head, gaze drifting away from your intense stare.

“Whatever. Seems like you don’t need me here anyway. I’m leaving.”

You can’t help but sign heavy as you watch him leave in the matter of a split second. Why does it have to be so damn hard to like him? Everything would be so much easier if the two of you would just get along.

You clench your hands into fists, gaze hardening. It’s not your fault though. You tried and tried to get to him, to show him that you are better off as a team, that there is absolutely no reason to fight. This is ridiculous. And you’ll do hell to beg him on your knees to fucking like you.

“Let’s get this over with and go home”, you shout towards your students.

Fuck Satoru Gojo for now. After all, you’re still having a job to do. ___________________________________________________________

“Efficient as always”, Shoko comments while stitching up a small wound on Megumi’s forehead.

“Don’t flatter me, that’s my job”, you quickly reply.

“Seems like you’ve got hurt yourself.”

You desperately fight against the urge to roll your eyes at the sound of his damp voice behind Shoko. What the hell is he doing here?

“Yeah? I didn’t even notice”, you remark dryly, gaze fixed on his shamelessly attractive face.

Why does he have to be such a decent looking man, especially when you know that deep down, he has a good heart?

He crosses the room in just a few steps and stretches out his index finger.

“Right here”, he mutters, touch brushing against your forehead tenderly.

“Oh, he’s right. Just a little scratch though”, Shoko confirms casual.

You can’t help but hold your breath. This is the first time since the two of you met that he didn’t insult you after one normal sentence. Even his face isn’t twisted in disgust. On the contrary, his features are gently outlined. It almost looks as if he…cares.

“Thanks for noticing. One of the attacks probably hit me slightly when I wasn’t paying full attention.”

“So you too are fallible, huh golden girl?”, he teases you mildly.

“As we all, Satoru”, you reply with a sly grin.

You can’t explain why it suddenly feels so different, nothing happened between your last fight and now. But something definitely changed. You can tell by the way he wears himself and the unusual softness that radiates from his voice that maybe, just maybe, he doesn’t hate you as intensely as he did anymore. And this observation fills your chest with nothing but warmth.

“Hey um…Would you mind…Training with me?”, he stutters.

Your ears must play tricks on you. Did he really ask you that? Are you dreaming? The Satoru Gojo is standing in front of you and talks to you very nicely. And now, to top it all off, he even asks you about a training session? What the hell has gotten into him?

“I mean…Sure thing we can. I already asked you about that for over a year…”

He shifts his weight while avoiding your gaze, a slight brush creeping up his cheeks. Satoru Gojo is embarrassed. This is too good to be true.

“Meet me at 4. See ya.”

And with that, he turns on his heels and leaves the room as fast as he came while you stare at the door without moving an inch. Somebody has to pinch you. What changed? How did he go from “I fucking hate you more than anything in the entire universe” to “I might consider to spend time with you”? You shake your head out of your trance. Doesn’t matter why or how. What matters is that this might be the chance to finally get along with him after months of spitting venom at each other. You really still dislike him, the thought of his annoying voice alone makes your body shiver in annoyance, but someone has to be the bigger person.

And that person is you. ____________________________________________________________

“You’re late”, you comment while stretching your back.

“Good things take time”, he replies with a cheeky grin.

He takes off his blindfold and you can’t help but take in the gorgeous sight of his striking orbs. You don’t see them often, to be exact you only catch a glimpse of them when he fights. To a neutral eye, Satoru must be the man of every woman’s dream: handsome, well educated, mischievous and flirty. But to you, he is nothing but irritating. Even though you can’t deny the fact that he looks good as hell.

“Enjoying the view (y/n)?”

You let out a disregarding snort before you are able to stop yourself.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Gojo. I’m not one of your girls and I’ll never be.”

“I wouldn’t want you as one of my girls anyway, you’re way too feisty.”

Something inside you snaps at the sound of his stupid comment, facial expression dropping to the floor. He has some nerves, talking to you like that when he’s supposed to train with you in a few minutes.

“I will wipe the floor with your ass.”

A swift motion is enough to knock him off his feet. Good, that’s exactly where he belongs.

“You know that was pretty unfair, right?”, he mumbles and rubs his butt.

“Life is never fair I guess.”

“Trust me, I know that better than you.”

You can see the way his expression drops after throwing his words at you. The first thing you feel is…sorrow. It must have been hard for him to give up his place as the strongest to the hands of a random stranger. You came into his life so fast that he didn’t even have time to get to know you.

“I’m sorry for causing you so much trouble, Satoru. I just want to let you know that I never hated you.”

He stops in his tracks, fist only inches away from your face with his eyes widen in visible irritation.

“Satoru, I…I don’t want you to hate me. I see the way you treat all the others and it makes me kind of jealous…”, you confess.

“You’re a pain in the ass, (y/n)”, he replies dryly.

Silence hangs between the two of you, your eyes are glued to the concrete underneath. How stupid it was to think that something might change after over a year of him hating and avoiding you. You tried over and over to win his heart, to show him that you are a lovable person, but it seems like none of this matters.

“But maybe giving this a chance won’t hurt.”

Your eyes lock with his bright blue orbs, a grin creeping up his face. He never smiled like this at you before, your heart begins to flutter uncontrollably in your chest. Does this mean…?

“So you don’t hate me?”

“Woah, easy there. I’m only here because I want to learn from you. Nothing else”, he responses along with shaking his head vehemently.

You can’t help but gift him with a wide grin. That’s more than enough.

_____________________________________________________________ Bonus

“(y/n)’s coming”, Megumi mumbles between two bites.

“What? Do I look good? Does my hair sit right?”, Satoru frantically hisses while pulling at his uniform.

His heart beats out of his chest. Over the past months, he got to know you better, to catch a glimpse of your heart. Turns out you aren’t only shamelessly gorgeous, smart and powerful, but a wonderful person in general. All the negative feelings he had towards you turned into something completely different.

“And you say you don’t have a crush on (y/n), huh? That I don’t laugh.”

“Hi Megumi and Satoru! How are you doing?”, you greet them both with a welcoming smile.

“I’m fine, but Gojo-sensei has something very important to tell you.”

Satoru’s head darts towards Megumi, hands clenched into fists. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What is this about? He doesn’t have anything to tell you. Expect…That little shithead.

“Oh really?”, you question, your gaze now fixed on Gojo.

“Oh, y’know…It’s not that important anyway and you just returned from a difficult mission. I might as well just get going”, he responses and is already on the way to turn around when you grab his hand and force him to face you.

“Satoru”, you warn him.

“Just tell me what you want to tell me.”

“I was wondering if you…Want to grab something to eat with me”, he presses out.

Silence. Satoru swears he can hear his own heart hammering against his ribcage, not daring to look up at you. Did he really say that? Did he really ask such a stupid question?

“So, like a date?”

“Oh hell no, absolutely not!”, he cries out.

“Huh, too bad. Would have said yes in that chase. But if you don’t want to, I will leave now and get ready for the next lecture. See you around, Satoru.”

“W-wait, (y/n)! I didn’t mean it like that!”, Gojo calls after you.

“Wow, first you go from hating to crushing over her and now you’re even too dumb to talk to her. I thought someone like you is good in talking to girls all the time”, Megumi comments.

“Just wait until you fall in love, Megumi!”

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[madame-fear]

Here to leave some Luke fluff because we need it. Imagine being Luke’s sweetheart and you’re set to be married, and he takes you for a dragon ride? He flys low and carefully while you’re on but doesn’t stop from teasing you. He’s making sure to get you splashed and making you cling onto the rope. It’s just so cute to think about! He says if you are to marry him he should show you of what he and your children will do one day!

Older Luke will also say. “Just giving you experience on how to ride a dragon.”

Oh my god, YES. This absolutely happens if you’re either being courted by him, or you’re his official betrothed. And dragonrides would be something usual if you are to be his beautifully sweet wife. 🤤💓

It might be a bit long of a thought/imagine, but my dear, you have the BEST ideas ever and I couldn’t help but shamelessly ramble around it. And I hope you like it, sweetheart! 🙈💕 (p.s; important note almost at the end JAKDKDOS)

Lucerys is more than keen in getting you to meet his dragonfriend/dragonchild, Arrax, the second you become his sweetheart. You on one hand are eager to see a dragon in person, but on the other hand, you feel like you could melt from nerves at the thought of such grand beast standing in front of you. What if he dislikes you and decides to burn you to ashes right there?

You of course expressed your concerns to Luke, earning from him a soft chuckle and the reassurance that dragons can feel what their riders feel, so Arrax would surely adore you just as much as he did. From there you gathered all your courage, and in a meek manner followed Luke towards Arraxes’ dragonpit.

When you did meet Arrax, Luke always made sure that if you wished to cling by his side, you should be able to do so. The introduction between you and his dragon was slow and carefully, merely to not spook you away, occasionally grabbing your hand in a gentle manner and placing it on the pearly-coloured dragon’s scales.

But as it was expected — and as Lucerys had told you — Arrax took an immediate liking to you, nearly purring like a soft kitten and huffing in delight as you caressed it’s scales, even pushing his hesd deeper into your hand, and reaching closer to smell you. For Lucerys, it was both funny and sweet to see you become stiff, but leisurely get used to it. After all, you were like Arraxes’ mother, if he was to be both his rider and like his father.

It did, however, take you a bit longer in getting fully convinced on going on a dragonride. But after much insistance — and you deep down inside being actually curious on riding a dragon —, you accepted.

And Lucerys immediatly pulled you on top of Arrax, feeling proud that he will manage to take you with him. You will probably be behind of Luke, tightly gripping his body with your arms to secure yourself just in case. Which, the young Velaryon has to fight back a teasy grin from appearing on his rosy lips.

By the time you were already flying on top of Arrax together, Luke made sure to fly as low and slowly as possible. You had never ridden a dragon before obviously, and by the way you firmly wrapped your arms around his waist it was clear you were slightly nervous about it, so naturally he would fly Arrax on a low level and in a slow manner until you became used to the feeling.

And of course... We all know Lucerys is both a timid, yet cocky little Prince, don’t we? So, keeping this in mind, Luke would be flying above the sea, dangerously close to it. Luke would definitely encourage you to take one of your hands out, and glide your fingers across the seawaves while you flew together.

And if you are too nervous to even do so (or perhaps you even would do so, but very quickly and cautiously), Lucerys being the teasing young man he is would probably fly Arrax slightly lower if possible just to get his wings splash slightly around on the sea water everytime he moves them just to get you splashed from water. There were several complaints and also giggles spurring from your lips, which makes his heart melt at the sound of it. And would too giggle along you.

In the middle of the flight, Lucerys would encourage you to place your hands on top of his own where he’s holding the reins. You of course are reluctanct as hell, but you decide to swiftly do as he did, and try to cling to the reins as he guides Arrax around. Expect Luke to endlessly tease you in different manners: whether it’s verbally, or things like getting you splashed with water, making you grip the reins and/or cling firmly from them, or even tease you by mentioning just how much he adores having you warmly clinging to his body for your life.

And MY GOD he would still be so sweet, even when teasing you! Obviously, Luke will remind you that not only these dragonrides will happen more often as you are his one and only beloved future wife, but as well that you will eventually have little dragon babes together, and he simply wants to show you what him and your children will be doing one day.

Besides, dragonrides are more fun with you on them, behind of him; and wants you to get used to them.

Plus, I have to add: my my, the last line killed me absolutely and it’s my fave 100%. I hope not to have misunderstood it because I’m shamelessly a dirty mind! 🙈 So just in case, I will have my dignity shovel in hand to dig a cave and shamefully hide there in case I misunderstood it! 😂

After the ride ends, you will get out of the dragons back with the help of your beloved — both of you giggling, and smiling brightly at how much fun you had together riding on Arrax. His hand would be gently grabbing yours and caressing your soft skin with his thumb, asking you how the vey first ride felt. Of course you had a good time, and you will express that to him immediatly.

You know when I (we, you and I) wrote previously that Luke would definitely tell you that since you are to be his sweet beloved future and motherodf his future dragon babes, you will have to get used to these dragonrides... Right? Well. An Older!Luke would tell you the same, but I can definitely picture him playfully placing several smooches on your flustered cheeks, praising you for how well you did on flying Arrax with him.

I can picture his lips grasping your skin sweetly as he moves upwards, reaching your ear. And would teasingly whisper that he’s just giving you experience on how to properly "ride a dragon". And with that last words, he pulls away to caress your chin with his fingers, and pridefully admire the way he made you blush with that being side.

His cheeky grin wouldn’t take long to appear, as you try to gaze somewhere else while heavily blushing at his words. Older!Luke would certainly be a very loving, yet teasing future Husband. And he adores how you react to him. 💓

#ash <33 #Luke looks so cute in this gif! Damn it... 🙈🤤😍💕💕 #loving my mutuals <3 #my mutuals <3 #┆ ⤿ 💌 come chat with amira .ᐟ ୭ #hotd x reader #lucerys velaryon x reader #lucerys velaryon x reader smut #lucerys velaryon smut #house of the dragon x reader #— [. 🫂 ] ; my mutuals <3 #amira loves lucerys velaryon #favourites

[cpunkhobie]

The thing about leo is that he's a lot smarter than he lets on and he KNOWS he's a lot smarter than he lets on. He does this because ppl assuming he's dumber than he is and underestimating him is a lot safer than letting ppl know how much he has sorted out in his head. The issue arises when he still wants to be credited for the smart work he does while avoiding ppl knowing he's smart. He wants to have his cake and eat it to. I actually think Splinter also falls under this category - which is letting his true strength and wit be hidden behind showmanship and apparent laziness.

The difference between Leo and Splinter is that Splinter KNOWS that if he wants to be underestimated he also has to deal with the emotional weight of ppl looking down on him. BUT although Splinter is more aware of it than Leo is - and thus more emotionally prepared for the burden on behalf of being older - Leo is Still a teenager, and doesn't have that emotional awareness and stability. And this isn't to say that Splinter has emotion stability, oh no*, because a good amount of Splinter getting underestimated is due to his own depression, however he is able to better come to terms with it.

It's also really neat to see how much Leo's arc mirrors Splinter's own teen years, specifically with how Leo hides behind quips and showmanship to hide his feelings of inadequacy - something you can see a LOT during Splinters childhood and how Splinter LITERALLY hid behind showmanship. Like the reason that Splinter is so much better at handling this underestimation burden is because He Has already gone through what Leo is currently going through. HOWEVER, this does not mean he's accurately processed it and thus that habit of hiding behind flashiness and pizzazz got passed down to his son. Which is funny, considering how Splinter basically raised the turtles off of his Lou Jitsu movies.

Like, to Splinter right, Lou Jitsu was his Peak. That's the guy who was prepared for any situation that's the guy who kicked ass that's the guy who saves the day. Lou Jitsu is the guy who lives up to All the pressures and standards that Splinter was put under growing up. Lou Jitsu is all the ways in which Splinter feels inadequate. He doesn't feel like he can live up to the golden standard that he once was, so he simply stops trying to live up to it. GOD I could analyze splinter all day you have no idea. BUT BASICALLY, staying on topic. Even though Splinter forgo raising the turtles in a typical fashion**, in a way he still raised them through his fucking Lou Jitsu movies. But he never TOLD the turtles that the guy in those movies was him. That's character is based off of what he once was but isn't anymore. (I'll get into that in another post probably.)

But by not telling his sons that the man they so looked up to was their own father - he opened up a door for him to once again be underestimated. Now this is for a lot of reasons a.) what I've already said above in Leo's case; it being the safer option b.) not wanting his sons to resent him for no longer being that cool bad ass guy (you're just a rat, we need a tiger) c.) fearing he won't live up to that standard - once again feeling inadequate. d.) being known as Lou Jitsu putting him and his sons in danger (most likely option.) and e.) more stuff that's off topic

It also becomes so clear how much his sons took from his example - how you can see, in this case, how Leo mirrors his father. It's just harder to see than in regular parent child relationships because *gestures.* It's also because of how much Leo has learned from Splinter, even in ways he can't see. Ultimately he learned the strategic advantage behind ppl expecting little of you from Splinter. Which lets be honest, is a whole nother issue in of itself but that's once again, off topic.

asterisks and citations:

* this emotional instability is shown by how much he clings onto that image of himself as Lou Jitsu, which is also to cope with his current reality which is transforming from this badass super hero into a rat. That's his character it's if what Splinter didn't get cooler because of his mutation and trauma, what if he just got sad. This sadness us also backed up from his history of feeling inadequate considering his LONG FAMILY BLOODLINE OF MYSTICAL NINJA WARRIORS. The pressure of being one of the last people in your family still living, of having to watch your mother leave you so young, of having the weight of the world on your shoulders since birth.

** this also ties into the above asterisk, in which Splinter is so lax with his sons and the severity of their destiny because of how he grew up. He didn't want to pass on that same weight and burden onto his sons, he wanted to give them a life where they could choose their own destiny, where they didn't have to grow up with the rigid household he grew up in. Of course he chalked up his unhappiness with his childhood To the Destiny and rigidness, and not to the fact that he never gained praise and positive affirmations or attention from his only living parental figure. The Hamato's chronic feelings of inadequacy is - say it with me now, generational trauma. Welcome to the Asian Household Good to have you

OH SHIT I REMEMBER NOW. Splinter is also a lot more Mature than what we see on a surface level considering how even till the literal very end of the world he STILL stuck by his ideals of protecting his kids and his family no matter the "greater good." He wasn't going to sacrifice his sons or their lives in order to protect the world because he would find a better way. Because he saw what the familial standard of sacrifice in the Hamato DID to the Hamato clan. He was one of the last Hamato for a long time!!!! The only other one was his grandpa !!! He watched his mom leave him and die to protect the greater good and what the movie is about is about BREAKING that chain of sacrifice because YOU DON'T NEED TO SACRIFICE YOURSELF. you need to TRUST THOSE AROUND YOU to get through it. A mindset that was completely lost upon the generations of the Hamato clan/family. Trusting your family was something that fundamentally conflicted with the Hamato because of their origins - and Splinter was SICK of it. and no amount of world ending would stop him from putting his sons first and *shakes you* ITS ABOUT GENERATIONAL TRAUMA !!!!! ok now that is all I think

#headmate deleted the post so REPOST 💪💪 YIPPEE <- exhausted #rbs encouraged #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt leo #rottmnt splinter #rottmnt analysis #rise tag #jonah with a megaphone

[honorthysalad]

I'm too tired for a proper introduction. I don't like yoshiki's dad and how he's being portrayed in the manga.

Before ch25, the most we see of yoshiki's dad is from the hgsn light novel’s bonus chapter, wherein we get a lot of focus on the disparity between parental roles and how mothers are expected to care solely for the children while fathers are expected to work for the family. Like that's the problem with their relationship: Yoshiki’s mom wants her husband to *care* about their kids and Yoshiki’s father thinks that solely because he’s their father that the amount of care he’s showing (almost none) is acceptable. She goes up to him, asks if he thinks it's okay that Kaoru isn't going to school, and he just further pushes the responsibility onto her by telling her that surely as Kaoru’s mother she knows best. She presses more for his opinion, and he continues to refuse to think about it, becoming frustrated when she pushes back to the point that when the argument is done he’s hitting tables and slamming doors like a child because talking to his wife 'annoys' him so much.

And the thing is that Yoshiki's mom still currently works. She has a job and is expected to do all the housework and decision making for the kids on top of that, and Yoshiki's dad is the one who is stubbornly clinging to these typical roles because it's upsetting for him when it's pointed out that he's failing as a parent. His wife is practically begging him to care, and he just refuses.

(And it makes sense the disparity gets focused on here because Len didn’t write it.)

ANYWAY, looking at this, it makes perfect sense why Yoshiki doesn't want to talk to his dad. His dad doesn't want to talk to him, slams doors when he gets confronted with the idea he may have to *think* about his kids, and so, if Yoshiki's dad wants to be absent from Yoshiki's life, Yoshiki wants him to be absent too- in all forms. From the moles he's inherited to the supposed similarities between them, Yoshiki wants nothing to do with him.

(There's a misconception going around that Yoshiki's dad beats him. This is from a mistranslation of the light novel; Yoshiki's dad only hits objects. Feel free to write him however you want tho, I know I hardly stick to canon lol. I just wanted to preemptively avoid ppl informing me of that)

But if you’ve only read the manga, then why doesn’t Yoshiki like his father? He… knocked over a glass once maybe? Looked real pathetic getting yelled at? Grabbed Yoshiki’s arm and said some vague stuff about the unuki. In the past people told Yoshiki he was like him. That's what we got of Yoshiki's dad before ch25.

Then in ch25, Yoshiki's dad is some like... idfk? Pathetic little guy who wants to spend time with his family but he doesn't feel like he has a place to belong in the house :( I mean sure he's clearly in the house at a normal time when everyone else is in the house so it's not like he's working insane hours and can never see them, but didn't you know he's so scared of his wife :(((( and look he's actually not a bad parent cuz one time he read Yoshiki a book, and he's got an artistic side cuz he wanted to be a novelist, and he's such a funny little clumsy guy :) also he's got himself a little family tree with daddy issues of his own :))

I'd almost entertain that this is him putting up an act around yoshiki like yoshiki's mom says, but it's pretty unlikely from what we see of him in extras. Len wants us to see him as a person who just struggles to assert himself and that's what causing the breakdown of the family, not what the light novel presents where he asserts himself with his actions, and what he's saying he doesn't care about the family.

It's just kind of frustrating because I liked the examination in the light novel, highlighting the flaws in what’s assumed as a normal family dynamic in Japan, and I think it perfectly fits the themes HGSN explores with maintaining flawed traditions that only work on the surface. In turn what we’ve got in the manga is just… muddled and weird.

#I just really don’t feel that these two different versions line up #like I feel like light novel dad would’ve refused to answer Yoshiki and walked out of the room to avoid the conversation #Prompting Yoshiki to go around him to try and find information #Also how Len can give endless little details on Yoshiki’s dad but can’t even write the words #Grandmother and grandfather above the mom’s head #Hikaru ga Shinda natsu #hgsn #the summer hikaru died #HGSN spoilers #my HGSN shit

[ghulehthezombiequeen]

motion picture soundtrack - ghouls headcanon

in honor of winter season, i started thinking about what the ghouls would do if you took them all ice skating!

also i felt bad because i havent written anything since my birthday which was a month ago so have this

enjoy!

warnings/things to note: gender neutral reader, other than that nothing! :)

masterlist.

Sodo hates the cold. He's very grumpy and pouty about the idea, complaining the whole way there. He gets there and immediately wants to leave.

(He's also probably the reason why you chose to rent a private party because he may or may not want to chuck the skates at someone's face if they looked at him funny)

Can't skate. Hates it. Constantly clinging onto the walls and the little walker for dear life every time he's on the ice.

He cried the first time he fell down, and when you went to help him back up, he dragged you down with him because he's a little shit.

chugs all the hot chocolate after he's done. Also chucks the skates away from his feet and steals your fluffy socks because he's a wuss when it comes to the cold.

Rain is a natural. It's his favorite winter sport. He gives Sodo a mini lesson in the basics of maneuvering on the ice and offers his arm to anyone who can't/doesn't know how to skate.

Definitely will dress for the occasion. Thinking maybe like Yuzuru Hanyu's costumes or something similar.

Will offer to teach you a few tricks for pairs skating, and depending on your own skill level, will ask to do a death spiral with you.

However, if you fall, he's instantly on his knees next to you and checking for serious injuries. Will never forgive himself if you're injured from one of his favorite sports.

One time, when he thought no one was looking, he purposely belly flopped and laid on the ice like a penguin and licked the ice right after the ice resurfacer laid a fresh coat and there were still puddles of water on the ice. Unfortunately, you were indeed looking, and he bolted straight to the bathroom out of embarrassment.

Swiss is also terrible at ice skating, but he's open to try a few tricks to try to impress you. His balance isn't the greatest, and you can't help but chuckle when he fell trying to land an axel and finger-gunned you with his signature smile.

Will do a couple laps around the rink trying to play tag with you and Rain, however instead of tagging either of you, he tags Sodo and giggles like a madman.

Always wants to touch you somehow. Not in a sexual way, he just can't skate very well. So expect him to cling to your hand, arm, waist, shoulders, etc.

If you do lap him, he will playfully slap your butt. Because he's Swiss, of course. One time he tried and missed, and he ended up hitting Rain as he was preparing to jump for a double toeloop and ended up knocking all three of you down. Rain was pissed.

His eyes instantly dart to the zamboni/ice refresher and wants to drive it. He maybe also tried flirting with the worker in charge of it and possibly got to sit on it.

Poor Mountain. They don't have skates in his shoe size. The closest thing is a half size smaller than usual, which is really painful. So he only goes on the ice for about ten minutes then sits back down.

When he is on the ice, however, he's always holding your hand. He even gave you his scarf and beanie once he noticed how pink your nose and cheeks were getting.

He takes a lot of photos of you and your smile. Also has a lot of photos of Rain mid-jump, and chuckles at the face he made while doing so.

Buys everyone hot chocolate and a few candy canes, however the hot chocolate is demolished by Sodo. He's not really that upset, just disappointed because he was really looking forward to it.

When you get back, you make him is own special mug of hot chocolate with peppermint whipped cream and candy cane bits to cheer him up. He pulls you in a big bear hug as a thank-you.

Phantom is okay at ice skating. Not really his favorite, but he's really curious about how it really works, and ends up researching a few tricks to try and learn on his own.

Somehow hacked the speakers and got them to play Cigarettes After Sex as you guys skated. Poor thing wants to be romantic but is still clinging to the walls because he's scared of falling.

Might need help lacing up the skates, only to find out that he has the wrong size. Apparently he thought he was two sizes bigger than he actually is. (It wasn't entirely his fault, he got really nervous telling the employee)

Always cuddles with you on the benches. Also takes photos of the both of you and makes it his wallpaper on his phone.

If you ever need a break, he's the first to offer water, tea, coffee, snacks, anything. He'll even split a hot chocolate with you while Sodo's too busy trying not to fall on the ice.

Cirrus is also pretty good at skating. She sticks with Cumulus and Aurora and the three of them skate around the rink twirling each other and will even offer to let you join them.

She crocheted the girls matching scarves and the boys matching beanies, but since you're special, she made you both in your own unique color so you stand out.

She also managed to sneak in a few snacks of her own. Well, snacks being cake pops from Starbucks.

Takes a bunch of photos and spends half an hour posting each one because she wants to edit them to match her aesthetic. They turn out adorable, though.

I have a headcanon that all the ghouls are huge fans of Star Wars, so she will probably want to reenact the duel of Mustafar, even though you guys are on ice and not lava..

Cumulus is the mom friend and makes everyone take a Hot Hands packet, even bringing a separate bag just for them.

Also takes a bunch of photos, but posts them no matter how they turn out. She just wants people to see how happy everyone is in the moment.

Poor girlie can't skate, but she tries her hardest either way. She loves going backwards once she learns how, but ends up bumping into you by accident.

You two fall in the middle of the rink, but you're both giggling to each other and just lay there for a while before either Rain or Cirrus comes over to check on you guys.

Also scolds Sodo for hogging all the hot chocolate, but it's because she wanted to share some with you. You promise that you two can share another hot drink instead, and she cheers up.

Aurora, being the pretty princess that she is, shows up in her blingy skating costume that inadvertently matches Rain's. Thank goodness it's a private party session or else she'd never beat the dating allegations.

Always takes a break every 20 minutes to drink water and scolds the boys for forgetting to bring water bottles of their own. She will share with you, not caring about the germs.

Makes Mountain take a bunch of photos of you two, along with her and the other ghoulettes for the photo album she's making. She repays him by buying him a candy cane.

Will twirl you around on the ice, dancing along to the music when it's not playing whatever Phantom's playlist had. She'll even dance with Swiss until she realizes he can't skate and ditches him to dance with you.

Poor girl is so tired by the end of it that she falls asleep on the bench before you all leave, and you and Cumulus pick her up and carry her to the car.

#the band ghost #fluff #ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #ghost the band #gender neutral reader #star wars #nameless ghoul #nameless ghoul x reader #nameless ghouls #nameless ghouls x reader #the nameless ghouls #namelessghoulettes #sodomizer #sodo ghost #sodo ghoul #dewdrop #fire ghoul #sodomizer ghoul #per sodo eriksson #sodo x reader #sodo x male reader #sodo x female reader #dewdrop ghost #dewdrop ghoul #dewdrop x reader #sodo #dew ghoul #rain ghoul x reader

[thequietkid-moonie]

hi!! I was wondering if u could write romantic headcanons of karma with a gender neutral s/o who has both autism and adhd? (This slowly became a personal biography I apologize) They have strong symptoms of both, processing things slower than others and having trouble with conversation when they aren’t in the moment. They stim a LOT by nature in very obscure ways that make people stare, including verbalizing, rocking back n forth, holding their arms up while walking and grasping anything. They have a lot of really weird, gross detailed ideas and a sense of style that is meant to confuse and surprise people. They are insanely political and passionate about punk rock and goth values, fashion and music! They have a very logical and organized yet chaotic mind but they are smart mouthed, snarky and easily irritated by errors or uncooperative things. They also like to hold onto people’s sleeves or cling to their arms!! Basically they (me) are the irl entrapta from she ra :) thank u!

Extravagant S/O with autism and ADHD

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Karma Akane ]

[ Assassination Classroom / Ansatsu Kyoshitsu ]

ggggg this is to specific to my liking!! BUT I will do it, I think this goes for comfort and that is why im doing it, still im not going to take it literally! I change some things but I try to keep it as much as I can

I haven't watched She Ra so i can't use it as a reference

I didn't know how else to describe it to the title, I really hope you don't mind

Karma doesn't discriminate, it doesn't matter if you are diferent or too common (for his liking), if you have a disability or not, he treats you just like if you were any other person, also how you are doesn't stop him from seeing you as a enemy or victim (in case you do something against him) or to fall in love with you

Once Karma is interested on you he want to know more about you, and since you are his partner he is specially interested in whatever it has to do with you (still he will try to don't invade your privacy), the moment he knows that you have autism and ADHD he is going to search all the information he can about it and will watch you close to identify different trails of it on you (however he won't never tell you or admit it out loud this)

Karma always says that he has no problem with the way you stim or express yourself, he says that he doesn't even mind but that is a lie because he LOVES the way you express, he really likes seeing you stim he finds it pretty interesting and he doesn't see anything bad on it, if it makes you happy or even helps you feel more comfortable then you should do it whenever you want

Sometimes he stare at you while you stim but never is to make fun of you is just that he finds it kinda funny and amusing, he stare at you with love but if he ever see someone looking at you he will stand up for you quickly, if that person seem confused or intrigued (in a morbid way) he will stare at them until they feel uncomfortable/intimidated and go away, but if that person dares to look at you as if they were watching something disgusting Karma will not have mercy of that person and imediatly goes against them (doesn't go immediatly violent but it isn't like he doesn't want to)

He doesn't let anyone say anything bad about your stim or how you express but he sometimes mess a little with you, like when you hold your arms up he takes your hands and jokinly asking you if it isn't that you were asking for him to hold your hands, sometimes he make little jokes about the movements you do with your body or if you have echolalia he does say different things on purpose just for you to repeat it (however, if he knows that it will upset you or really bother you he won't do it much)

It would take him a while to get used to you clinging onto his arms or even his sleeve still he doesn't mind much, but once he does get used to it he almost expect it all the time, there are moments where he feels like you haven't clingy on him for too long so he will point it out with a teasing voice and even shake his hands in front of you. Also, he may get a little jealous if you were clinging onto someone else for too long for his liking, instead of him or even to someone he doesn't like much, he isn't going to stop you from doing it but he is visibly more irritated

Whenever you have problems to undestand something or get too distracted Karma notice right away, he laughs softly at it before catching your attention and tells you again whatever he or the others were saying, or explaining it in a different way to help you understand it better, also Karma never really makes a big deal of it and even when he is the one catching your attention he does it so naturaly or even jokinly that it could go unnoticed, unless you two are alone, in that case he will tease you a little for it (but not exactly blaming your autism or adhd), he likes teasing you about this kind of thing but doesn't like when others do it

Do you have weird ideas that can be pretty bizarre or gross? fear not because you are dating Karma Akane, the one and only sadistic and charming super smart leader! He is more than happy to hear your ideas, no matter of what they are he is always happy to hear you out (also, he likes to make you feel appreciated and has no problem whit saying that he likes to heard your ideas), also if you ever feel embarrassed or bad for having those ideas Karma is quickly to indirectly reasure you that it isn't anything bad, is just the way you are, and he does reasure you by asking you more details, telling you how good/amazing idea it is or even complementing your idea with his own (whenever he does this is almost like you were making a plan against someone)

Karma is really smart, he pretty much understand that part of you being really organized but still a mess, in his head all his plans and ideas has completely sense, and also he has a really good memory and his plans against his victims do not hinder his studies and all of that it could be seen as kinda weird for others but he has a sistem, so he totally understand you and respect your own way to think and do things

Whenever you get stressed because you or someone else make a mistakes or that things doesn't seem to work if he is with you or you go to him for comfort or to vent he is completely willing to help you out, he sugest to let out all your stress and frustration by complaining about whatever is stressing you so much (even insulting it) or stiming all you need, although if you prefer he can help you either distracting you or helping you fix the mistake

#assassination classroom #assassination classroom x reader #ansatsu kyoushitsu x reader #karma akabane #karma akabane x reader #karma x reader #anime x reader #manga x reader #x reader #x gn reader #x autistic reader

[aspiring-artist-em]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @siriuslybea, here's a birthday drabble for your special day based on your idea of Sirius on Remus's back like a koala.

Sirius wouldn't let go of Remus. He knew that Remus had to leave for work, knew that if Remus didn't get up in the next ten or so minutes he would be running late, but Sirius didn't care. No, he didn't give a flying fuck about any of it. The fact of the matter is, when he woke up, his Moony had his back to him and was evacuating the bed, legs already halfway over the edge. When he woke up, he was a split second to finding a Remus-sized emptiness next to him, and that simply won't do. Therefore, Sirius knew in his heart, that he had no choice but to drag his Moony back down into the bed.

"Pads, let me go, I'm going to be late."

Remus half heartedly tried to push against Sirius, but Sirius didn't relent. He felt Remus a heavy sigh and Sirius thought this wasn't fair.

"Jus' call out sick. We don' need the money," Sirius grumbled, shoving his face into the lean muscles of his boyfriend's- fiancé now- back and inhaling deeply, breathing in the unique smell of his Moon.

"I know love, but I'm not sick and I find working at the library to be quite calming. I'm not quite ready to let go of this job yet."

And oh, Sirius thought the sound of Remus's voice in the morning, low and scratchy, was some of the most amazing sound that ever graced his ears. It didn't rank as the best, no-that award is held by the groans he makes as he pushes into Sirius's body, being brought to orgasm by the rhythmic clenching of Sirius's walls around him. However, second place was still in the running and Sirius thought Moony's warm timbre swept away all other competition.

"Moony, please don't go... I'll make it worth your while.."

Sirius was surprised to find that he was not above begging this early in the morning. However, he wasn't surprised at the way he found himself clinging onto Remus's back, entangling his arms around his neck and wrapping his legs around his torso, trying to use his body weight to pull his fiancée down.

He felt Remus give a little chuckle before securing his arms around Sirius's legs, rocking back and then launching himself onto his feet, taking Sirius with him. The casual display of strength made Sirius's blood flow south, however, it was overshadowed by the shock of being six feet in the air.

"Remus!" Sirius cried out, scrambling to get a good hold on his lover. His moony had chucked and started leaving the bedroom, making his way to the kitchen. He thought it was funny. That bastard, thought that scaring Sirius like that was fucking funny-fine. Sirius will show him funny. Oh, he'll show him-

"Whatcha thinking about love?"

Sirius made the decision that he didn't want to show Remus, instead humming his contentment into his neck. He felt his Moony give a little laugh, something breathy and sweet, and Sirius practically melted, resolving that under no circumstances would he move. He didn't move as Remus went into their fridge, retrieving their eggs and ingredients for two omelettes. He didn't move when Remus had whisked them together, and then put it on the burner to cook it. He didn't move when Remus had asked if he ever would, causing Sirius to just shake his head, refusing to let go. He didn't move until Remus finished making their breakfast, placing it under a stasis charm. He didn't move as Remus sent out a quick message to his boss, informing him that unfortunately, he had found himself with a bad case of food poisoning and wouldn't be able to come in.

No, Sirius only let go of his Moony as he was deposited on the couch and became lost in the world of Remus's soft words, touches and kisses.

For the fifth time this month, Sirius ended up having cum for breakfast and Remus didn't make it to work.

#wolfstar #marauders #sirius orion black #harry potter #marauder era #remus loves sirius #sirius black #remus lupin #remus x sirius #wolfstar drabble #they're so cute #I love them #happy birthday

[milkymoon2483]

Tension | episode 3 - Occupational hazard

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Pairing: Francisco Morales x female reader

WC: ~6300

Summary: Frankie doesn’t call or text, until he has a back issue again that is. You're a little  mad, and he finds a way to apologize. 

Disclaimer: Same as the last time basically; I’m not a massage therapist. The thoughts and actions described in this one are, as the title says, unprofessional. I do not mean to sexualize the job massage therapists do. I only mean to oil Frankie up in order to eventually serve you all with some deep-fried filthy smut, like you deserve. *There are edible massage oils. Google says so. *Assume they had the whole ‘are you clean? Are you on the pill?’ convo off-screen.

Rating: E. MINORS DNI. 18+ 

Warnings: SMUT with all capitals. This is porn ma'am. Unprotected P in V, Oral (F receiving), fingering, and a bunch of other goodies. 

Occupational hazard

Text her pendejo, just pick up your fucking phone and text. You’ve been thinking about it non-stop. Just be done with it. What’s the worst that can happen? She thinks you're a creep and she will politely ignore you or tell you to find someone else. Just stop torturing yourself and text the girl.

Frankie repeated the conversation he has been having with himself a few times a day for the past week. A sharp pang hit his gut every time you crossed his mind, he began feeling almost guilty, but then again, maybe you weren’t expecting him to text at all. The bouts of self doubt came and went, where he’d be feeling confident and sure of himself one day, he would somehow manage to convince himself that he had no basis for that feeling the very next.

Why would a sweet, funny, pretty girl like you would actually want him? What business did you have getting involved with someone this damaged? He didn’t want to seem like an over- eager old creep. The thought paralyzed him, made him disregard any notion of you reciprocating his feelings.

When Joel called asking to borrow Frankie’s truck to move his notoriously heavy couch, he found himself insisting on helping him with the move. The nine foot brown leather monstrosity was being shipped off to the junkyard, to the great delight of Joel’s wife, Melissa. She was ecstatic at the thought of finally replacing it, after thirteen years.

The words left his mouth before he had a chance to regret them. “Joel stop being an ass and let me help you, your back is fucked up and Mel will kill you if you try to do it by yourself”

Frankie was making a good enough point for Joel to reluctantly agree, with the promise of feeding him some lunch when they were done. Melissa was more than happy to cook for whomever got “Jabba the couch” out of her house.

The drizzle intensified as Frankie was driving, he hated the rain with a passion and it filled him with a sense of unease, like it was somehow attacking him personally. He knew however that this had to be done, and it had to be done today, since the new couch was arriving later that afternoon. 

Suddenly the thought of you crossed his mind, the inviting treatment room, dimly-lit and smelling of fresh laundry and essential oils. Your warm deft hands on him, the sweetness of your voice and your smile. It filled him with comforting warmth, maybe texting you wasn’t such a far fetched idea after all. He didn’t let his mind wander further to the swell of your ass and the way that your top seemed to cling to your perfect breasts, otherwise he would be arriving at Joel's with a raging boner.

45 minutes after they started, the men were finally able to get the couch out of the front door. Both were already panting and sweaty and they still had a long way to go. Thankfully the rain subsided and they were able to load it onto the truck faster than anticipated.

“So… how do you like your new massage therapist?” Joel asked with a knowing smile.

“She’s, yeah…she’s great, really helped me” Frankie replied, hanging onto some last modicum of discretion. 

“She did now, didn’t she?” Joel cocked his eyebrows.

“Fuck off man, she gave me a massage. Yeah it was really good” Frankie scoffed. He’d say you’re also funny and charming and hot. But he already saw the shit eating grin spread on Joel’s face.

When the truck backed into the junk yard Frankie already noticed the dire state of the muddy ground, that was sure to make their job harder.

The rain picked up again, soaking into their clothes as they attempted to unload the brown behemoth. They pushed it slowly out of the back of the truck, attempting to support its weight as much as possible. The couch was hanging by a thread, half of it still on the truck and the other half held by both men. That was when Joel’s boot slipped. He laid his weight on the couch in an attempt to brace himself, causing it to topple over the edge. Frankie’s instinct to try and stop it from falling over was clearly misguided as he felt a muscle in his back pull, before he leaped backwards, landing flat on his ass in the mud. 

The hysterical laughter that ensued was inevitable, and ensured Frankie and Joel that they both were fine.

An hour and a half after they departed both men strolled into Melissa’s aptly named mud-room, soaking and filthy.  Frankie can sure pull this look off. She thought to herself as she took their sight in, immediately bursting into laughter herself.

“My heroes! Looks like Jabba put up a fight. Let’s get you cleaned and fed” she chimed.

*******

Another day passed without any messages from Frankie, you were past feeling disappointed, veering into the indifferent zone. You were still mad at yourself though, waiting for him to throw you a bone like some kind of hookup that never bothered texting after the fact. How pathetic.

You understood that there were some things that were not supposed to come into fruition. You didn’t really know him, there could have been a thousand different reasons for him not to reach out. The sting of unfulfilled potential was bound to wear off eventually.

You were sprawled on the couch after a particularly long day, watching Brooklyn nine-nine for the umpteenth time, still in your work clothes, minus the bra.

The soft *ping* of your phone went unnoticed.

It was three AM when you woke up, delirious and confused, you were greeted with the “are you still watching?” Netflix message. It took a while to register exactly where you are and how you fell asleep. You threw yourself on the bed, vowing to shower in the morning, when your hand landed on your phone that laid discarded on your comforter.

You picked it up to check the time, but your eyes went straight to the notification instead. You blinked twice just to make sure you were not imagining this. 

Hey there. How are you?I wanted to ask if you have any appointments available soon, I think I pulled a muscle.ThanksFrancisco.

Really??!

“Hi there”..?! “I pulled a muscle”?!You repeated his message out loud with the most mocking tone you could muster.

You put your phone down, realizing quickly that a three AM response would probably be ill-advised. You could fume about this for a few hours and respond when you were calmer, and in a more reasonable hour.

I’m ok, thank you. Thursday 18:00.

It took you four hours to come up with this. 

You hit the send button and quickly tossed your phone aside, with every intention of ignoring it for at least four hours more. 

********

Great, see you then. 

He replied back nervously. Is she pissed? 

Frankie was talented and accomplished in many fields, texting however, wasn't his forte. He debated whether or not to ask anyone about this, opting to share with Melissa. 

After a brief retelling of what happened between you, she concluded with confidence; 

"Oh, she's definitely pissed." 

"But Mel, What the hell did I do?" He was confused. He had a general feeling, that maybe the flirtation was a bit too much and it creeped you out, maybe you were only treating him because he's friends with Joel, and that you want to keep it professional moving forward.

Melissa however had an entirely different explanation. 

"Francisco, sweetie, that's not it. It's what you didn't do. God how do you men even function, when every non-technical detail needs to be explained to you?!" 

"Huh?" Was his only response.

"You have a degree in aviation and can do advanced math in your head, but this is beyond your comprehension?" 

The face she made was truly bewildered.

"You flirted her face off, gave her a kiss on the cheek, made it purposefully 'hot' as you admitted yourself, and then, you did nothing. Not a call or a text. Just silence" 

"Oh" it seemed so painfully obvious when she explained it that way. 

"And then, after more than a week passed, you asked to schedule what is essentially a work appointment for her" 

"Oh..fuck" Frankie pinched the bridge of his nose, scrunching his face in embarrassment. 

"Yeah, fuck indeed, no wonder she's pissed. Shit men are dumb."  

Frankie nodded. Yeah we are. 

*******

17:23 the clock glowed. Your five pm canceled, causing the time to crawl even slower, each second stretched like a piece of old gum, now that you had nothing better to do than sit and wait for him.

You plucked your eyebrows and picked at your nails and even watered your lone plant, the one that managed to survive. You named it Harry, the fern who lived. 

17:34 You proceeded to eat a banana, then a cookie, then brushed your teeth because said cookie left a strange taste in your mouth. A part of you wished he'd cancel too. The affect of him has worn off, but you knew that the moment he walks in it will undoubtedly return with a vengeance, punching you harder, hitting you faster.

17:48 You checked yourself in the mirror, for the eleventh time. You were mad, but you were not about to let him catch you looking like crap. Push up bra was back on. And perhaps a tiny bit of tinted lip balm, and maybe some strategically placed perfume. 

17:57 *Ding Dong* 

Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of the doorbell. You stopped yourself for a moment, closing your eyes and repeating your mantra. He’s just a client.

The motherfucker was wearing a sweater. How dare he. 

The thin-knit forest green material hugged him perfectly, extenuating the broadness of his shoulders and the soft definition of his pecks. The white t-shirt peeking from the collar was the final straw, pulling your eyes onto his long neck, bringing out the sun-kissed hue of his skin. 

“Hey” He smiled softly, turning his eyes to the floor as he walked in.

“Hi” you replied simply, dryly. Stretching a polite fake smile on your face, trying to ignore how goddamn infuriatingly good he looked. Sweaters were your personal kryptonite. 

He’s just a client.

The air was tense when you walked into the treatment room. Frankie’s gut was in knots as you kept quiet, not letting any pleasantries slip past your lips. He understood now that the ball was in his court, Mel made that perfectly clear.

“Can we talk for a moment?” He asked hesitantly.

”Is it treatment-related?” you replied, as calmly as possible.

“Well..I don’t think it is” He took a deep breath before he continued.

“See, I meant to text you but I didn’t want you to think..”

“Frankie, I think it’s best if we talk after.” You stopped him mid sentence. You assumed you knew what this was about, but letting him stew for a bit seemed like a good idea. Maybe your hands on him would help jog his memory as to why he needed to apologize in the first place.

Truth be told, you were afraid that no matter what he said you would not be able to continue after that, so you asked him to wait, not to change anything between the two of you just yet.

“Yeah, we can do that” he replied. Unsure of himself.

“Now, can you tell me which muscle you think you pulled?” This was your attempt to pull on the “therapist” mask, to resume your role as the clinical professional. 

“It’s right around here” he pointed to his mid-lower back. You assumed it’s around the T12 vertebrae.

“What happened?” You asked, genuinely curious as to the reason he finally contacted you.

“I helped Joel move a couch to the junkyard and landed on my ass in the mud” 

“Ouch” You chuckled at his response. Serves you right.It was damn near impossible to stay mad at him. 

Your hands slipped under his sweater as you prodded him through the soft cotton of his tee. It felt so intimate, so incredibly personal, even more than when your oiled palms glided all over his skin.  He could feel the ghost of your breath at the back of his neck as you leaned a little closer and it made his skin prickle, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand.

You could smell him, inhaling deeply the soft clean scent of his soap. You bit your tongue, fighting the urge to wrap your arms around him, to cling to his warmth. This was going to be more difficult than you thought.

As he was getting ready, you stared at the door of the treatment room. You couldn't help but imagine him pulling off his sweater and tee with one swift motion, revealing his bare chest, the muscles of his back rippling under his skin, the long arms pulling the fabric, the way his hair would bounce. Every single detail you could think of seemed to spur you on, causing the heat to pull between your thighs. 

He’s just a client.

Gone was the indulgent want for you to touch him, it was replaced with a desperate need. A low huff left his lips as soon as your hands were on him. Finally  However he might have wronged you, your touch felt like forgiveness, a soothing balm on his nerves. 

Why did he wait so fucking long? What the hell was stopping him? Was it wrong for him to want this for himself? Was he truly so far beyond redemption that he didn’t even deserve this?  The thoughts that swirled in his mind began to quiet one by one, brushed off by the slide of your hands, melted by the drizzle of hot oil.  

“I’m going to warm you up before we take care of that knot” you stated, granting him another delicious slide up his back. You relished every centimeter of skin at your fingertips. 

“Mhmmm” he purred back. God I missed that sound. 

He shuddered with excitement as he felt the bed dip beneath you. You climbed on and settled on his left. You began pressing into his muscle but the angle wasn’t right, you needed to change the position. 

The gentle tap on his thigh encouraged him to spread his legs as you rolled the sheet back off his left leg. He was confused but followed along, he would comply with anything you’d ask of him.  He swallowed thickly as he felt your knee between his thighs. 

Now your thumbs rolled into his aching muscle again and again, the knot was easy to find and each swipe of your hands hit it accurately. You could see his face contorted with pain, and you knew it would hurt, he tensed up and grunted as the pads of your fingers dug deeper into him, unwavering ,circling the painful spot over and over again.

“I know it’s painful” you said quietly, attempting to assure him that it will not be long now.

“No good deed goes unpunished” he replied with a slight chuckle that made you smile. 

The truth was, he was thankful for the pain, the only thing distracting him from the heavenly heat emanating from your core. He could feel it on his leg and it took everything in his power not to imagine you riding his thigh. The heat crept up his groin slowly, clawing towards his cock, unstoppable and unrelenting. He was afraid that a moment would arrive when the pain was not enough. 

If he only knew.. if he had any idea… You counted his vertebrae and listed the latin names of his back muscles one by one. Trapezius, Deltoid, Teres Major, Latissimus Dorsi…Desperate attempts to think about anything other than the warmth radiating off him, the graze of his thigh against yours. 

The knot was almost gone now and you slid the heels of your palms on both sides of his spine one last time.

"Ow!" he yelped. “I think…when you slide your hands like that, I think some pain is radiating..lower?” He didn’t quite know how to explain the sharp pang in his right butt cheek.

“That’s quite possible actually, that you have some other knot we missed and it can definitely radiate onto your glutes. Can I check?”

“Is that your professional way to ask me for permission to touch my butt?”

“Guilty as charged. It also happens to be the largest muscle in the body… so I have a perfectly good excuse” 

“Well, I’m at your mercy, as usual” He turned his head backwards as much as possible and  smiled his soft signature smile, banishing any traces of anger or annoyance you might have been holding on to.

“I appreciate the vote of confidence.” You smiled back now. His heart felt lighter at the sound of your voice.

“I’ll repeat the motion and you tell me exactly where you feel the pain” 

You slid your hands again and watched his face scrunch up. He pointed his hand on his right buttock. 

“I’m going to have to tuck those a bit higher” you pulled at his boxers gently.

“Mhm” he nodded and swallowed thickly. This might be a problem. Shit. 

Gently but efficiently you rolled his boxers up, exposing a soft little butt cheek. Tiny pale stretch marks ran across its side. You tried not to stare, but looking at it was a part of the job.

Such a sweet little ass. Was all you could think of as you ran oiled up fingers up his thigh and onto the tight muscle.

Frankie took deeper breaths now. Doing everything in his power not to clench at your touch. 

For a moment he felt a relief as you now focused on his butt cheek and dug your fingers deeper into the painful spot, but then you added oil onto your hands. And then you began sliding down his hip in a smooth inward motion. Tips of your fingers brushing so closely to his inner thigh. Again. And again. And again. Blood rushed towards his cock with every swipe. So close, your hand was so fucking close.

Shit. SHIT. No no no…shit please not now. He knew this could happen, at some point it was bound to happen, but this was really fucking bad timing.

He was gone now, no force in nature could stop the tightening in his abdomen and the painful hardness of his cock, which was now pressed fully into the mattress.

It twitched with every swipe of your hands, as the tension in his lower stomach grew, as he attempted to fight the consuming urge to rut his erection against the bed and find some relief. Waves of shame and arousal crashed into him one after the other, as his mind desperately scrambled for a way to explain or excuse himself.

You progressed down Frankie’s leg, and you felt him tense up, his breaths shorter and quicker. You could say you were oblivious to the situation, but something inside you knew, or at least suspected, that he might be having that kind of a reaction. Because something inside you knew that your touch was too purposeful to begin with.  You couldn’t say which little demon encouraged your fingers to softly brush against the most sensitive parts they could reach, but the mere thought of him growing harder from your touch made you feral. 

What felt like history’s longest fucking foreplay, had you both on the very last edge.

“Turn around please” You used the calmest tone you could pull from your mouth.

Too distracted by the dirtiest thoughts on one hand, and the attempts to calm himself down on the other, Frankie was startled by your request.

FUCK.

“ummm…I…ummmm…” He did not know how to approach this.

“Is everything ok?” You asked, noticing his apprehension.

“Yeah I’m fine, it’s just..umm..fuck” Frankie leaned on his forearms and gave you the most apologetic look, before glancing downwards, pointing to the source of the issue as discreetly as possible.

“Oh..” the message sank in as you gave him an understanding nod.

“Yeah… I’m sorry” That’s it, she’s gonna kick me out, fuck.

“Frankie, it’s ok, really, it’s totally fine, it’s natural, nothing to apologize for” You attempted to reassure him.

“I just, I really don’t want you to think that I’m a creep. You’re just so good..your hands are so amazing..I really didn’t mean for this to happen, do you…do you want me to go? I can go..” He rambled as his face turned bright red.

“I don’t want you to go, and I don’t think you're a creep Frankie. Quite the opposite. I thought that was obvious” Guess we are doing this now. Oh well.

“Really…What’s the opposite of creep?” He smirked, amused all of a sudden.

“Well…tall, sexy, and a little smug, apparently.” Your heart pounded in your throat as you smirked right back at him.

He chuckled, too pleased with your response to have a quick comeback.

“Turn around Frankie.” Your voice was calmer, more commanding now. “Ok” Frankie swallowed thickly and turned to lay on his back, still leaning on his forearms. The sheet covering him pulled to the side, revealing the unmistakable tent in his boxers.

You tore your eyes away after only a split second, but it was just enough time to see it. Well happy birthday and Merry Christmas to me. The sheer size of him was blatantly visible even through the thin dark material. 

Looking in his eyes was far more challenging, you moved closer to him as he pulled himself up to sit on the bed and face you. You felt your blood drain from your face, pulled towards your stomach, laced with equal parts anxiety and arousal.

You stood closer now, almost between his legs, and you laid a careful hand on his chest.

“Do you..do you want to stop?” you asked, averting your eyes from his.

“Fuck no.” he responded, smiling softly “Thought that was obvious” 

You smiled back, lifting your eyes at him, meeting his warm gaze. 

Keeping his eyes on you, he took both of your hands in his, laying soft gentle kisses on your palms, brushing your fingers against his lips, reverently worshiping the hands that brought him so much pleasure and relief. You could not look away now, as he laid a tender kiss on each knuckle. It was the hottest, most sensual thing you have ever witnessed. His kisses flowed gently up your arm, pulling you closer towards him, until your faces were inches apart. You took a deep breath, inhaling his scent, as he cradled your face in his large palm. 

"C'mere" he whispered, leaning in and finally pressing his mouth to yours. His lips were so soft, warm, pliant and sweet. You allowed him to deepen the kiss, swiping his warm tongue into your mouth. His kiss was deep but unhurried, allowing him to taste you properly. Frankie saw no need to rush this, he wanted to enjoy every second and every inch of your body. 

You carded your fingers through the soft waves on the nape of his neck and pulled even closer, flushed against his bare chest. 

His arms brushed your sides, fingers reaching under the soft fabric of your tee, hot against your skin, asking for permission. You nodded, not breaking the kiss, as he slowly rolled it up and pulled it off.

Large arms engulfed you fully, pressing you against him, running along your back, to the swell of your ass, and back up towards your neck, like he could not touch you enough.

Frankie pulled the bra straps off your shoulders one by one, relishing the opportunity to undress you slowly, leisurely. He unclasped the back with one deft hand. 

“Impressive” you teased

“Beginners luck” he chuckled back, resuming the open mouthed kisses on your neck, cupping your right breast in his hand, enjoying the softness, the weight of it. 

When you climbed on the bed, he laid you on your back. You weren't used to this position, could not remember an instance when you were the one laying down. 

“Are we really…doing this? I mean, is this ok with you?” Laying on top of you might have not been the best timing for the question, but he needed to make sure. 

“Eh…it’s an occupational hazard” You shrugged, before bursting into a giggle. 

"What is?" His brows furrowed for a moment, and he looked too adorable not to kiss.

"That thing you've got there…" you cocked your brows, lowering your gaze.

"I'll take that as a compliment" he chuckled. He'd take his cock over a six pack any day. 

"You should"

"I will"

"Good"

“Yes, Frankie, this is very ok with me” you said softly, tucking loose waves away from his forehead before pulling his mouth back to yours.

Frankies lips traveled down, he took one pebbled nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around , a perfect mixture of hot and cold, soft and hard. 

"This is so fucking ok with me” you mumbled, grinding your clothed pussy on his thigh. You could feel him painfully hard, pressed against you, as you cupped him through his boxers. It felt even bigger than before, and the thought of him opening you up and stretching you out sent a sweet wave of anticipation straight to your core.

"I wanna take care of you, please?" He asked softly.

"Please", you said, practically begging him to touch you. 

"Can I…use the oil?" he whispered in your ear, sending goosebumps along your side, pressing soft kisses to your neck and down the slope of your shoulder. 

"Sure…it's almond oil” you nodded, pleased beyond belief that this man took all of 5 minutes to figure you out.

It was so intimate, perhaps too intimate, but you trusted Frankie, something about him put you at ease. You knew his body and now it seemed fitting for him to get to know yours in the same way. 

He lifted himself up, caging your legs between his knees and gently pulled on the elastic of your pants, as you lifted your pelvis to allow him to slide them down your legs. He reached for the oil on the stand next to the bed. The hot liquid pooled in his hands and he rubbed them together. He laid his large warm palms on your thighs, sliding them downwards, rubbing the soft flesh and spreading the oil, then moving back upwards from your knees to your hips. Frankie was mesmerized by the glow of the slick on your skin. He repeated the motion, more confident now, earning himself a sweet purr from your lips. 

“Does that feel good?” he asked hesitantly, requiring a little more encouragement.

“mhm…Yes…” You answered, breathless.

His hands slid back up, tips of his fingers reaching under the hem of your panties, as you flooded with arousal and anticipation. He repeated the motion again, this time brushing his thumbs closer to your inner thighs. A soft little moan left your lips, making him smirk. He continued sliding his hands down and back up, getting closer and closer to your core. Your thighs clenched together and hips bucked slightly, begging for his touch where you needed him most. But Frankie was enjoying himself far too much, at last he was the one doing the teasing and you were the one writhing at his touch. 

He ran a careful thumb on your clothed pussy, testing the waters. He kept his eyes on your face, making sure you were comfortable. The slacked jaw, heavy panting and white knuckles from grabbing at the sheet beneath you told him everything he needed to know.

He kept circling your clit above your panties, watching them get progressively more and more soaked. “This is where you want me?..hmmm?” he teased while his fingers ran along your slit, making you impossibly wetter and needier. 

“Fuck, Frankie!” you whined.

He chuckled at your impatience. 

His hands ran up your inner thighs again, taunting you with every inch of progress towards your throbbing cunt, he brushed the tips of his fingers under the band of your panties “Can I take these off?” 

You lifted your hips and allowed him to slide the soaked fabric down your legs.

You laid exposed before him. "Fuck your'e beautiful" he whispered. 

He added more oil, before sliding his palms from your breasts, down your belly and onto your thighs again. His hands traveled back up, unable to stop himself from relishing in the addictively soft texture of your body at his fingertips. He spread the oil further, circling your nipples, then brushing along your ribs, down the dip of your belly button, and back up to your clavicles. He marveled at your smooth skin, shiny and golden under the dim lights.

"Spread your legs for me baby” he rasped, you obliged immediately

“Good girl" 

With the gentlest touch, he ran two thumbs on the sensitive lips of your cunt, spreading your glistening folds. You whimpered, clenching around nothing. 

He oiled his hands again, letting it drip from the tips of his fingers onto your pussy. You shuddered at the sensation of each drop. He gently spread the oil between your folds, mixing it with your arousal. His index prodded your entrance before sliding inside, slowly pumping in and out of your tight wet heat. 

Mesmerized, Frankie lowered himself to lay between your legs, and licked a thick stripe up your slit. "Pretty pretty pussy" he murmured, circling your clit with his tongue, then dipping it into your hole, drinking you up.

You couldn't tell exactly what Frankie was doing, but the limited amount of times men have gone down on you, it never felt like this, not even close. Arousal and heat bloomed between your thighs, spreading along your belly, crawling up your limbs and down the tips of your toes. He seemed to be speaking directly to your core, whispering soft nothings, making the filthiest promises and coaxing out every ounce of pleasure.

Your hands laced into his hair, fingers gently tugging at the roots while he ate you out like you were his last meal. There was a generosity to his movements, like he could happily spend a day between your legs.  Your hips bucked at him, asking for more. "You need another finger baby? To get you ready to take my cock?"  All you could do is moan louder. The filth this man spoke so freely drove you insane. 

Frankie added his middle finger, sliding it in with ease as you were dripping on his knuckles. The coil in your belly tightened, with each swipe of his tongue on your clit, Frankie could feel you drawing close. He purred, alternating between licking and sucking gently at the perfect spot just under your clit, pushing you over the edge of a cliff into a pool of pleasure. Your body convulsed as you squeezed him tightly between your thighs, he could feel the flutter of your walls on his fingers, and the wave of slick that poured out of you into his awaiting mouth. "Yes baby, yes, give it to me, taste so fucking good" he muttred, drinking everything you could give him. 

After you came down from your high Frankie kissed his way up to your lips, the lust drunk look in your eyes told him what you could not. 

“Wow” when you finally spoke, that was all you could manage.

“Are you ok? Do you wanna stop?” He asked, softly brushing away loose strands that stuck to your forehead. 

You tsked, shaking your head slowly, and proceeded to whisper in his ear “I want you to fuck me Frankie" peppering kisses on his earlobe and behind his ear. Goosebumps erupted across his skin and ran down his back. His cock twitched at the sensation. 

“Fuck baby, your’e gonna kill me”

"Since you've already killed me, it only seems fair" 

"Well, how can I argue with a pretty girl asking to be fucked so sweetly? 

"You better don't"

"Wouldn't dream of it" 

You pulled him closer again, kissing him lazily through your post orgasm haze, sneaking a curious finger through the hemline of his boxers. Frankie's breath hitched as he felt you swipe his sensitive tip, leaking with precum and screaming for relief. You tugged on the band, encouraging him to take the fabric off. 

Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock. Heavy and thick and perfectly veiny. It was your turn to reach for the oil, bringing your loaded palm to his throbbing length. You stroked lazily at first, as Frankie mumbled curses and prayers, not taking his eyes off your hand wrapped around him, spreading the warm oil all over his shaft, gently running your thumb on the tip. The smooth delicious glide of your oiled hand felt better than he could imagine, drawing him impossibly closer to his release with every stroke. 

"Fuck..as much as I thought about this, if you dont stop, I'm gonna cum"  

"Really? You thought about this..?" 

"Mhm…I also thought about other things" 

"Such as?" You asked teasingly, pulling him to lay in between your legs.

"Such as this.." he rasped, notching himself at your entrance. 

You canted your hips at the sensation. He sank into your heat with a groan, slowly pushing himself to the hilt. The delicious stretch made your walls flutter. "shit Frankie, move, please" you begged, whimpering with need. 

Your legs locked on his back as he began to slowly buck his hips, gently opening you up on his girth. For all his mass and strength he was surprisingly gentle. He kissed the column of your neck, nibbling at your chin, before your mouths latched onto each other, breathing each other's air. Frankie’s pace picked up slightly. “Uh…uh…fuck!” you moaned with each thrust, the coil in your belly tightening. You could hear the obscene squelch of your slick each time he pounded into you. Frankie lifted himself up slightly, eyes entranced and black with lust as he watched his glistening cock slide in between your puffy folds, spurring him to go harder and deeper still.

He hooked his arm around your waist, pulling you up with surprising ease. You straddled his hips, leaning back on one arm to balance yourself, gripping into his shoulder with the other. 

He began fucking into you faster, and your hips moved to meet his with every stroke, the angle making his length hit impossibly deep within you. Your bodies moved in sync, shiny with sweat and oil. "Good girl, use my cock, take what you need" He muttered as he felt you approaching your release. You climbed higher and higher, your cunt gripping onto his cock like a vice, until one final stroke pushed you off, made you soar. Pleasure searing through every cell, pouring into every crevice, exploding in thousands of tiny bursts.

Frankie felt your release pulsating on his cock, he fucked into you as deep as he could, gripping your hips with bruising strength, roaring as he flooded your core with ropes of his hot spend. 

Frankie collapsed on top of you with a groan, chest heaving, mind blown. Both of you too fucked out and spent to speak, breathing heavily in a synchronized pace.

He nuzzled into your cheek, kissing across your face, until he reached your nose and placed a peck on the tip, before reaching your lips again. 

You exchanged lazy kisses, nibbling and licking into each other’s mouths, slowly coming down from your respective highs.

“Holy fuck” you rasped

“Yeah, holy fuck indeed” Frankie replied with a coarse voice.

“No, I mean, holy fuck this bed is sturdy. I never tested it like that before”  You teased. “Also, you blew my brains out, can I make you some tea as a show of my appreciation?”

“Only if you give me one of your sex mugs to drink it from” Frankie chuckled back.

“Sure, I’ll even throw in some cookies to sweeten the deal” 

*******

You stood in the kitchen, the dim glow of the pendant light above the counter illuminating your bodies, nude and barefoot, still emanating heat from your previous activities. Frankie snuck an arm around your waist as you poured the boiling water into the mug.

It felt strangely familiar, his warmth engulfing your senses, you could get used to this. 

You welcomed the gesture, brushing away the notion that it felt too intimate, too good to be true. You’d never let him know, with your quick wit and your casual demeanor, how nervous you truly were, because this was something special. 

Just enjoy it, this, him.

As if he sensed your post-coital nervousness, Frankie asked sheepishly. “So..I've been meaning to ask you, before the…um…crazy sex. Can I maybe take you out to dinner?” 

“I’ll think about it” You chuckled with relief, setting the freshly made cup of tea in front of him.

Frankie looked at it slightly confused, it had a picture of an Excel spreadsheet with the green logo on it. After a few seconds he began to laugh, “Freak in the sheets” was written in black across the bottom. 

“I’ll take it as a compliment” he smiled at you, that sweet soft smile with the creases around his eyes and the dimple you could not resist.

“You should” you giggled back.

“I will” 

“Good”

FIN.

Thank you so much, I also tagged anyone who reblogged part#2, hope it’s ok with you. You will not be automatically tagged in future fics unless you ask me to.

@romanarose @hbc8 @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @astroboots @welcometostayingawake @damnyoupedro @kirsteng42 @boysddontcry @miraclesabound @jump-over-my-fence @wildemaven

#massage #frankie catfish morales x you #frankie morales x you #frankie catfish morales x reader #frankie morales/reader #frankie catfish morales #pedro pascal #smut fic

[nkn0va]

So for the first non illegal character x character ask on this page i'd like to request ragna x nu because i think they have a cute dynamic if you take out the ritualistic suicide sex to bring about the end of the world.

That's the plot twist, chief. The ritualistic suicide sex is their dynamic. I can...give this an attempt at the very least.

(Thank you to @uponawhitehorse13 for the custom banner)

-For the sake of this ask, the best I can really do is say this is post-Central Fiction where Ragna makes the decision to not erase himself and live in the new world with everyone else.

-When Nu finally recovers from her sickness and is able to move around freely again, her first instinct is naturally to find Ragna. Once she does she initially has the thought of becoming one with him in the form of the Black Beast.

-At least she does until she realizes that's no longer possible. The cauldrons have been destroyed and with the full power of the Azure, Ragna is for all intents and purposes a god. She couldn't beat him anymore even without the Azure last time so now there's basically no chance.

-Ragna doesn't really know what to do, even if he still wanted to save Nu from...well their thing they were forced to do together. He'd finally succeeded in doing that, so... maybe she deserved the chance she'd wanted for so long?

-It takes a while for the Grim Reaper to warm up to the idea, but seeing how Nu wanted him so badly now and she wasn't going to try to get him to destroy the world, he eventually figured why the hell not.

-An actual, real relationship is...awkward to say the least. Knowing their less than ideal history together along with the fact that Nu looks exactly like Saya due to being a clone of her really doesn't help. Is this even legal? Are there even any laws that go over clones of family members anywhere?

-Predictably, the Murakumo Unit's...intense feelings haven't changed, however she'll have to learn to express her affections in more normal, much less destructive ways. She'll cling to Ragna's arm at every chance she gets with no sense of shame whatsoever regardless of how he feels about it at any given time.

-To be honest, both of them are extremely inept at love, they're both learning as they go. Ragna just kind of sits there and lets Nu do what she wants most of the time, knowing she has to figure this out just as much as he does.

-However he has to be the one to stop her when her more violent tendencies start to emerge. If she catches him talking with any other woman who's not Noel or Lambda she'll probably be ready to throw hands right then and there, and that's not gonna end well for the poor girl on the receiving end if he doesn't.

-It's a long learning process, but Nu eventually learns to hold back the urge to attack any woman who even looks at Ragna kinda funny. She'll hold onto him tightly and shoot the woman the kind of look that very well could kill a person. As soon as said woman goes away she goes right back to her happy, child-like personality. The way her mood can swing like that so dramatically and so quickly will never get any less unsettling. At least she's pretty adorable when she doesn't have the urge to commit first degree murder.

#blazblue #headcanon #relationship headcanons #ragna the bloodedge #nu 13 #anon ask #answered

[valasania-the-pale]

do you have any galadriel brainrot rattling around that you want to share? I'm especially fascinated by any/all galadriel & maglor ideas either in the third age, or otherwise...chiefly bc of your portrayal of them in "the final verse" is so interesting ...Or just, brainrot in general? Always love hearing your takes on things <3 <3 <3

Always.

If I'm focusing on her relationship with Maglor however, I think it may be funny to share that I don't think Galadriel likes Maglor much at all, but rather pities him. He is, arguably, the most wretched elf alive by the end of things, and a decent reflection of what she could have been had she made different, probably tempting choices in her life. Maglor chose something over goodness (whether that was family, pride, loyalty, or whatever, it kind of depends on your reading of him, but whatever it was, he prioritized that thing over being a decent person), while Galadriel was faced with the choice of her ambition and pride over goodness - and in her case, where it mattered, she chose right. She knows how that temptation can feel, however, and I would imagine that Maglor (and Maedhros, back when he was around) were and are very personal cautionary examples of where personal desire can lead when not tempered by wisdom and care.

You know, I like to think that it would be Galadriel to drag Maglor back to Valinor? Not because she likes him, or because she thinks he deserves it, but because my picture of Galadriel is someone who has seen so many loose ends left untied, between Morgoth's escape, the Valar leaving Middle Earth and its people in the lurch of Morgoth's hatred and warring, and the aftermath of the War of Wrath (e.g. Sauron was left unaccounted for, enabling all of the sorrow to come). Leaving Maglor behind means that the story isn't done, the elves will never fully leave, he'll just fade away into a vague sea-voice, an unending, quavering note, held past the point of breaking, never finished. I think that, where Elrond would honor Maglor's grief and choice, Galadriel would be just unimpressed and impatient with it all. "No, we're not doing this again, get on the damn boat. Mourn in Lorien if you must, but I'll be damned again before I leave you here."

I think it also stems from the idea that, by the end of the third age, I think Galadriel is tired of almost everything, tired enough that old grudges - however deserved - are just not worth clinging to. He's done awful things, but depending on how you read her, hasn't Galadriel also? She's either a bit player in the Silmarillion or she abandoned her family entirely - for someone so skilled, and who later (in her fading years) demonstrates such will and power, it implies a personal history of just generally keeping her hands off. And if she was hands-on, then she failed like everyone else. She's connected to everything intimately, so no matter the reading, there's pain and failure there. Maglor has obviously done more, but understanding doesn't come from equivalence, it comes from kinship.

And, I think the last reason she'd do it, is because Galadriel almost certainly knew Nerdanel. After having to endure Celebrian's situation, after Luthien's departure (and presumably the grief that caused Melian), and now having to face telling Celebrian that she'll never see Arwen again, I don't think Galadriel would just accept Maglor's self-imposed exile knowing it would harm Nerdanel as well. It would be one last, unnecessary tragedy to pile onto an exorbitant pile (and, in my headcanons of Galadriel's history, I like to imagine that she and Nerdanel had a connection of friendship for various reasons). There's a whole sub-narrative about mothers having to just accept the loss of their daughters in the Silmarillion (Earwen joins the list, and Anaire, and--), and if Galadriel has shown anything, it's that she strongly defies convention.

#Thanks for the ask! #Bottom line is that I don't think any of Galadriel's actual actions #regarding Maglor #have much of anything to do with his character #(in fact I would imagine that she still loathes him and thinks he's a wretch) #but what he represents and what his loss would represent are the actual important part #if Maglor can't sail - why should she be allowed? #Even if *I* think she's earned it #it's the principle of the thing #and I don't think she's see it the same way #how many of her kin sailed and left her behind? #Repeating that with Maglor makes her just one more elf who gave up #and the whole point of 'The Last Verse' was that Galadriel finishes the job

[h-worksrambles]

Funny to think about how, in multiple Final Fantasy games, it’s become a recurring theme to discuss ideas of mortality, and how life is precious because of the fact it doesn’t last forever.

Multiple villains tie into this theme in one way or another. Garland perpetuates himself through a time paradox. Xande, likewise, seeks to escape his death. That same fear of death is taken even further by Kuja, who attempts to cope with his fear of death by attempting to destroy the world so it can’t exist without him. On the opposite end of the spectrum, the curse of immortality comes up in multiple villains, specifically Ardyn, Ultimecia and Yu Yevon. How maddening eternal life as a concept would be and how it can make one lose perspective on the mortals they inflict suffering on. Kefka’s whole motivation is his inability to understand the point of anything when none of it last forever. If destruction is the end point of everything then he finds fulfillment in speeding up the process so to speak.

And it’s not just in the villains. Think about how often this idea that ‘life is short, but it’s worth it’, repeatedly comes up in the games. In VI, not only do all the characters oppose Kefka’s nihilism as a group but Terra specifically witnesses the end of the age of magic as the Espers fade away, and instead chooses a normal, mortal life with her new family. VII’s story has major themes of dealing with grief and accepting death as a part of life, most notably through Aerith’s character. Furthermore, the Lifestream is one huge symbol of the cycle of both life and death. That same cycle is so crucial that it end up literally saving the world. IX explores this through Vivi and Kuja, both of whom are doomed to a premature death, and whose reflections on their mortality go in wildly different directions.

X is almost entirely about a world where the rules of life and death have been thrown out of balance. Characters across Spira remain as unsent ghosts to perpetuate a status quo in this static world, because they fear both the end of their own life, and the potential end of their world. Spira is stagnant, precisely because of these clinging onto existence. All because of a single being grasping on to eternal life by any means necessary. Conversely Yuna, goes willingly on a journey she knows will result in her death, and like Vivi, ruminates on what to do with her life, and who to spend it with on her pilgrimage, in what little time she has. The game even ends with Tidus accepting his own transient existence, sacrificing himself to give the world, and his new friends, a future. In XV, Noctis also ends up sacrificing himself for his friends, to give them a full life in th world he saved. They all choose to sacrifice themselves because their time with the people they loved mattered, however brief.

This isn’t even a comprehensive overview as I haven’t played every game (I’m pretty sure XIV explores this theme too but I’m not caught up). And sure, this is a message as old as time. But it’s interesting just how often it resurfaces in this one franchise. Life and death are both natural facets that give each other meaning. Life has a point both despite, and because of, it’s brevity, so either seeking to prolong life forever, or bring the end too swiftly (because hey, we’ll all die anyway so who cares?), is missing the point. What matters is making that time worthwhile. And for some, the answer to that is to spend it with the people who matter. This is why so many of these characters sacrifice themselves for their friends. Because those people were the ones who gave their life, however brief, meaning. Across so many of these games you get this interplay between the meaning of life, the inevitably of death, and that the former two say about the purpose of self sacrifice.

#this probably sounds really pretentious #but i found it interesting how often final fantasy comes back to themes like this #cycles of life and coping with mortality #it just keeps coming up #final fantasy #final fantasy iii #final fantasy vi #final fantasy vii #final fantasy ix #final fantasy x #final fantasy xv

[mokutone]

This made me think of you. https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/kakashihasibs/694407905783447552?source=share

hehehehehe i see u mean this post by @kakashihasibs im about to be silly again. get ready

generally speaking i'm extremely a stickler for character animal symbolism, i like to commit one animal to each character and stick with that usually, so for yamato, on account of him having what appears to be a cat mask, generally i like to keep his stuff cats all the way down

naruto as a series resists this kind of symbolism/theming implicitly tho. like sasuke for example, the uchiha have ties to cats, but he summons snakes because of his time with orochimaru, but after he leaves orochimaru for team taka, he leans heavy on the hawk symbols, while still having his contract with the snakes

naruto also, because of the nine tailed fox, one (me. im talking about me.) would generally want to keep his symbolism to foxes. however, because he is taught by master jiraiya, he adopts not an insignificant amount of toad symbols as well. fuck yeah toads.

against my personal inclinations, the way that animals are used in naruto is not a reflection of the character themselves but often who has influenced them.

generally i dont imagine yamato with summons at all! since he hasn't been trained by anyone other than danzō directly

that said,

otters are as good as any and on top of that, there are some very funny attributes abt otters. here.

notice him. notice his hands. ok good

now notice them. notice their hands. ok good

another nice thing about otters is that. due to living in water where hypothetically they could be adrift at any time. otters sleep holding hands...or clinging on to each other. if u saw any of my recent sleepy yamato posting u can assume i find this idea really. endearing

top picture is of two adult otters holding hands 2 prevent themselves from drifting away, bottom picture is of an adult otter sleeping with their kid resting on them, bc the baby is too small to be able to hold hands properly

also kakashihasibs brings up a very good point about otters being both water and land creatures, fitting yamato's chakra natures, as well as having little arm pockets for storing things...perfectly prepared little creatures.

while i do not generally think of yamato as a character who is particularly silly or outright playful in the way of otters, it should be noted that summons do not need to be in constant alignment with their summoners (as gai is very speedy and very playful and reckless, not much like a tortoise is generally thought of being) and the fact that otters live in a constantly turbulent environment (wide and shifting waters) and take precautions to stay together and keep themselves safe (building seaweed beds for babies to cling to and holding onto each other when adults) is an admirable attribute, certainly

#hehehe i admit i am curious what it was abt that post that made u think of me #anyway #lemonyinks #yamswers #yamato #otters #ben if u see this i enjoy ur blog v much #sorry for tagging u but it does feel at least silly if not rude to discuss ur post w/o inviting u to look at this one

[stuffedsand]

Haruka - 1, 2, 5, and 9

Fuuta - 4 and 19

Mahiru - 3, 11, 12, 13, and 14

Woah that's a lot!! Ty for the ask :p under the cut cuz my answers r gonna be long tm

Haruka 1,2,5,9

1. Favourite song lyrics?

"if only I could do what anyone else could, the right future unfairly chose the wrong me"

It's the most obvious but I really like it :p

2. Favourite MV moment?

These!!!

They're really pretty and I just really like the collage aesthetic of some of the shots, also the one at the start before the song even starts and the uhhh. Bludgeoning of the dog👍

5. Favourite VD line/moment?

To be fr I barely remember the vds,,, but moment wise I do like when es fucking. Threw him across the room (t1) because what the fuck es+the character thing of how he really just wants any type of attention and is glad that es is even listening to him in the first place,,,,like boy no,,,,,

9. Do you forgive their crime on its own?

..........aughgh. ok I don't. Particularly forgive it. Sibling of his or not the girl hasn't been shown to have done anything wrong? Also murder is bad 👎 so by virtue of a direct murder I probably wouldn't forgive him. I will forgive him t3 but like...not his murder itself yk

Fuuta

4. Favourite minigram moment?

The one where they make fun of his height lmaooo hold on I can find it

THESE 2 the height one is funny as hell they didn't have to use 2 other prisoners just kotoko would've been fine but they doubled down on the "haha short" lmaOO

And the kendama one is just silly look at his face

19. What do you think their teenage/childhood years were like?

Honestly I think he's been chronically online for a WHILE. Definitely was part of "the boys" in like. What middle school? Around 13-16. He was definitely one of them and god would he have been insufferable. So relatively normal. At least by today's standards. Apparantly the "boys are absolutely fucking insufferable save like 2 people" thing is almost exclusive to my cohort so. Maybe not as normal. He reminds me of them tho./neg

Mahiru

3. Favourite non-MV official illustration?

Ainandesuyo album illust!!!! It's so pretty

Honorary mention to the 2nd anni illustration cuz I have the acrylic standee of it :p

Piss ass quality photo of said standee (I'm not at home rn so I can't take a better one lmao)

11. Favourite parts of the story n narrative surrounding them?

One that surprised me that I was interested in was how she views love. I'm aroace so I usually am. Really disinterested with themes and topics of romantic love especially (hence why I thought she was kinda boring when I first got into milgram) but honestly I love seeing how her perception of love is and how it's warped and yet she clings onto it so tightly that she says she'll die if she can't love the way she does (iirc. Haven't watched vds in forever but I swear she said something along those lines)

Within Milgram story wise I do think it's interesting how her injuries affect not just her but those around her, and I think it's interesting how they have it affect different characters differently, even to the point of being a big factor in another character's changes between trials. I like when characters affect other characters

12. What do you wish would be discussed more about them in the fandom?

I'm gonna be real I barely discuss mahiru myself 💥 cuz I tend to hyperfocus on the characters i was originally the most interested in. HOWEVER idothink she should be discussed more in general. She's a very interesting character and I want to know others people's thoughts on her and her murder and allat. Yippeee

13. Any idea on how their MV would've been like with a different verdict in t1?

OUGH ok hm. I think it would've stuck more closely to ainandesuyo's vibe. Esp since her ideals on how love is wouldn'tve been rejected. Think the rose tinted glasses parts of daisuki. Yeag mostly that. Maybe a few more cracks on the surface than ainandesuyo tho.

14. Any appearance headcanons?

Idk I like to think she's a lil chubby. I follow milgrams designs almost to a T but I do also think she'd have slightly tanner skin. Maybe cuz she reminds me of a friend lmaooo

#Thabjyou for the ask ✨✨✨✨ I love talking about characters even if i dont ten dto think abt them much #sand speaks #ask game shenanigans

[ant1m0ny]

Significance of Hair in Frozen and Frozen 2

(Spoilers for Frozen and Frozen Two btw)

Alright then! After going on an hour long rant to my friends about how beautiful and symbolic frozen is I have decided to make a post about the symbolism and importance of hair in Frozen (obviously this is a thing that many people have spoken about and I am probably going to repeat a lot of what other people have already said but I wanted to give my own personal insight and thoughts into how hair is used to create meaning in Frozen)

So my general idea is that loose hair is representative of the Enchanted Forest and braided hair is representative of Arenwdelle and hair is used to show where the two protagonists Elsa and Anna belong and feel at home (for Elsa the Enchanted forest and for Anna Arendelle (sidetone just realised that Elsa and Enchanted forest both start with an E and Arendelle and Anna both start with an A. Funny coincidence???))

Anyway, let’s start with how Elsa’s hair transforms through the films:

So, let’s start from the coronation of Elsa, she has her hair tightly done up (and we can assume that it’s in someway braided because in Let It Go it falls out into a plait) it’s at this point that she feels trapped the most I think, she is being made to become the ruler of a kingdom of people who she has been hiding herself from, a kingdom of people who she believes will think she is a monster and her hair helps to demonstrate how restricted she feels. Formal and, as I said, tightly done, a stark contrast to the end of Frozen two when her hair is completely loose when she feels completely free and completely herself.

And during the banger of a song ‘Let It Go’ she takes her hair out of its formal style as she begins to feel more free and more comfortable in herself, her hair is no longer restrictive but it hangs loosely round her shoulders. However, it is still in a braid, although she may feel more free she is yet to feel truly and home and there is a difference between feeling free in solitude and feeling like she belongs and to her she hasn’t found where she feels most at home and so most likely still clings onto the happiness she felt as a kid when she felt like she was home (before she accidentally hurt Anna and she started to feel out of place and like a monster)

Her hair stays like that during Frozen Fever, Olaf’s Frozen Adventure and the first chunk of Frozen 2 because she doesn’t know about the Enchanted forest and because she is happy with Anna and the rest of her family she still feels that Arendelle is her home and where she belongs hence why she still wears a braid in her hair, but as we learn in Frozen 2 she still feels like something is missing and she doesn't fully belong

And for the first part of her being in the Enchanted forest she continues to wear that braid, she meets the fire spirit and the air spirit and she begins to get a sense that maybe she should be there, but she still can’t stand the thought of being apart from her sister and the comforts of Arendelle and so, the braid remains

It’s when she has to tame the water spirit the the braid finally goes, because this is one of the final steps to her realising that the Enchanted Forest is wear she is meant to be, it is when she tames the water spirit that she is able to be shown the cave where she sees her mother and accepts that she is where she belongs and discovers the truth about herself being the fifth spirit. But her hair is still tied up because she is still trying to hold on, she is still attached to Arendelle even though that attachment is weakening, in fact it isn’t her attachment to Arendelle, it’s most likely her desperation to stay with Anna and her reluctance to leave Anna and the place she has lived her entire life behind

And there it is!!!!!! When she finally accepts that Arendelle is not her home and that she belongs in the Enchanted Forest the braids vanish and she has her hair fully loose

Anna on the other hand keeps a plait in her hair no matter what because unlike Elsa Arendelle is where she belongs, it is where she is meant to be:

From Elsa’s coronation

All the way through Frozen one and the start of Frozen two where she wore her signature plaited pigtails

In Olaf’s Frozen Adventure and Frozen Fever we can still see plaits woven into her hairstyles

And her main hairstyle in Frozen two, although it is still majority loose, there is still a braid in it

And like Elsa we also should assume that she has some form of braid in her coronation hairstyle but unlike Elsa it isn't a sign of entrapment and unlike Elsa she isn't scared and miserable, she is content and happy and ready to rule over and protect her home as their queen

In fact the only time there is no plait at all in her hair is when she first wakes up and her hair is an absolute mess but other than that the braid never leaves her hair, not once and that is because, unlike Elsa who by the end has no braids in her hair and is completely loose, has never felt not at home in Arendelle, she never felt out of place or that she never belonged, Arendelle is where she was always meant to be

(Enchanted forest=loose hair Arendelle=Braids/plaits)

#frozen #frozen 2 #frozen elsa #frozen anna

[erigold13261]

Hey Ultimate Parents Squad Ship Anon here! Or Heartbeats Ship.

Some HCs for them bc these people have been living in my brain rent free since last summer.

1. Space Date? Space Date! How it happened, idk. The mental imagery of Zero G cuddles while Neon J is humming gives me so much life.

2. DJ getting referred as “Father” and Neon J as “Dad” by Yinu. Accidentally for the first time, and more bc they cried happy tears.

3. Neon J having trauma induced nightmares. Papa always comforts him with a piano song. No matter when.

4. Mama loves hearing the monitor sound from Neon J. She made a whole song using it.

5. DJ is not allowed in the kitchen, bc they manage to burn it down once they try helping. Everyone else can cook though.

6. Neon J sucks with plants. Same with Papa and Mama with computers.

7. Neon J getting piano lessons from papa. Or DJ getting harp lessons from mama.

8. Papa loves playing with DJ and Mama’s noodle arms while they rest. Neon J, with their consent, records them on his phone.

9. Papa hears about Nonbinary people, and asks for his family to use they/them for him for a while. It doesn’t stick but papa no longer thinks he’s fully cis. (Demiboy or no labels)

10. Some songs that remind me of them. Solar System Disco by Nayutanalien, Comet Honeymoon also by Nayutanalien, Heart by John (this is more of a Neon J song), Shiwaawase by Vaundy and Odoriko also by Vaundy! Sorry for shoving down my music taste down your throats, haha.

Sorry for the long ass ask! I’m hungry for content

1) Well obviously space date happens because both Neon and Nova have connections to people in NASA (or whatever equivalent there is to NSR/Vinyl City).

I can definitely see Neon not having the best time because of his radar not being all that well, so he just clings to whoever. Probably Papa while Mama and DJ dance a little bit as I see Mama having the most fun in Zero-G.

2) Honestly, I love the idea that Yinu plans this accordingly so that she "accidentally" calls them Father/Dad when she is in trouble to help her get out of trouble. Which is a tactic that Purl told her about as they were the last to call Neon "dad" and it helped them get out of a major lecture lol.

Also, the fact that 1010 would all have different things to call Mama, Papa, and DJSS would also be funny! Eloni making special sign names for them (oh you better believe Eloni and Papa have some sign jokes/puns) along with Haym and Zimelu trying to make up funny title/names to see what they can get away with. Then Purl being again the last one to call them anything other than their names.

Also, just, Neon crying at hearing Yinu call him "Dad" and reminding him of his daughter with Martha, but in a good way. Yinu would probably think she did something wrong only for Neon to pick her up and cry happily telling her he loved her so much.

3) Papa playing just the softest tunes for Neon, maybe even holding Neon close and humming softly as a comfort as Neon holds onto him tightly. DJSS also there rubbing Neon's back quietly as him and Papa are more night owls anyway and was there to help.

4) Oh totally. DJSS, Papa, Mama, Yinu, and 1010 all just make a song/multiple songs out of the different kinds of beeps that Neon produces to show how much they love him and how he shouldn't be concerned about his radar which sometimes comes up for Neon, rarely but it is still something he struggles with.

5) See, I think DJ is a great cook! However, he is a pretty big guy and if there are other people in the kitchen it becomes too crowded and things get knocked over. So it's either only DJ or anyone else can go in and cook lol.

But going off of your "DJ can't cook" it would be funny if he knew how to cook only ONE dish. So like once a month he is allowed in the kitchen to cook, otherwise they are not the one cooking. It would most likely be Mama and Haym cooking the most, then maybe Neon and Papa, followed by Yinu Eloni and Purl. (omg their kitchen probably smells amazing!)

DJ and Zimelu are banned from the kitchen though. Purl sometimes too, but that's because they like setting fires, which is a problem even if they are controlled fired lol.

6) Neon's trying his best okay! He goes to water a plant only for Haym and Yinu to shout at him to stop drowning a cactus!

Mama and Papa accidentally downloading a virus and going to DJ for help so they don't disappoint Neon (only for DJ to bring it to Neon because he made the device/virus even worse so now Neon lectures all of them to not click on random ass links)

7) I actually see Neon as knowing the most instruments out of all of them, but being taught more professional piano skills from Papa or harp from Mama (he doesn't know that one) would be something he is willing to do. He would also be willing to play violin with them.

The three have to pressure (in a good way) DJSS to learn an instrument. He ends up choosing a brass instrument, something that none of the 3 can play (Neon could but not anymore). So Purl gets stuck on teaching DJ, Yinu, and Papa how to play that instrument because they are curious.

8) Yaaas! Questioning Papa is awesome! I like the idea that he goes back to being cis so ends up as like cis+, but honestly demiboy or unlabelled (especially unlabelled) is something I REALLY like and will put in my notes for AUs where Papa lives long enough to actually try other genders out.

9) Oh those are all really pretty! I wish I could experience them like you do, but I don't know the language so just reading the lyrics/listen to words I don't understand doesn't get the same message unfortunately. But the ones I could listen and read at the same time were very nice! (Also the animation of "Heart" was very nice to look at, made me think of Panty and Stocking but the main character kinda looked like Soul from Soul Eater lol)

#nsr #no straight roads #nsr heartbeats #othideas #eritalks #noart #asks #1/010 and y/inu being little shits #but also now having 4 adults to contain them #funny stuff there #lol #love all these headcanons by the way! #those songs were neat! #wish i could have given more of my own takes on them #i just have a hard time reading and listening

[dark9896]

A Surprise to be Sure... [Klaus x Reader]

Requested by Anonymous 💍

Klaus couldn't help but feel a little too large for your bed. It was certainly a bit of a tight fit. Not uncomfortable, it was just difficult for Klaus to focus on the movie with you so very close to himself. He loved being this way however, able to snuggle with you like this.

Especially after the long research period that this latest case had him hunched over his computer for. Yet, during all that time, one particular event had clouded his mind's eye.

Just how was he going to propose to you?

He could be traditional, go out to a nice restaurant and ask over dinner. He could arrange a star gazing picnic and ask while the stars glittered in your beautiful eyes. He could ask you out to go dancing and ask just after the perfect song ends.

There were so many ways he could go about this, and he'd been thinking over every possible idea that floated across his mind. And yet, none of them seemed perfect enough for you. And Klaus wasn't about to go for anything less than perfect for the woman who made his life ever so.

Even now, as the two of sipped a light champagne, cuddling together on your bed and watching old comedies together... the prospect of proposing to you in the right way was his most prominent thought pattern. And then the, hopefully, eventual wedding... possible children...

Klaus couldn't honestly picture his life without you in it anymore.

In truth, he worried if some of his hesitation was born from the fact that you still had to wait out the lease on your apartment. After all, he had offered for you to stay with himself already. You had moved so much that wasn't basic essentials into his house. By all means, you had already made up your mind and were than prepared to move forward with building a life together.

So why was the perfect idea eluding him so vehemently?

You on the other hand were just enjoying a quiet evening half laying in top of Klaus and laughing at the dated humor playing out on screen. You knew Klaus had a rather restricted sense of humor, not that he wouldn't find it funny on occasion. But you were use to him being completely silent for long stretches of time no matter how many jokes were told.

Klaus didn't hesitate to break the silence when you got up to change the movie. Though it wasn't strong alcohol, you could tell it had much more effect on Klaus than one would think. Maybe it had something to do with how tired he was?

"[Name], Liebling. There's something I need to say."

Klaus's resolve only strengthened when you turned, tilting your head to indicate you were listening.

"I am so deeply in love with you. And I wouldn't know what to do if I hadn't been so lucky to have met you. I very much want to call you meine Frau."

You stood just at the corner of the bed, you didn't understand what Klaus just said. Maybe it was the champagne, maybe it was just late. It definitely had something to do with the fact that Klaus cut to German so quickly.

And yet, Klaus reached into the inner breast pocket of his loose vest. Pulling out a stunning little engagement ring and kneeling in front of you. That alone clued you into what he was really asking. It felt so very surreal, to the point that you stopped breathing for a second.

"Yes!"

Klaus hit the ground hard, catching you as you flung your arms around his neck. Settling into a better sitting position to slip the ring onto your finger, then to wrap you in a hug from which there wasn't escape. Nuzzling against your neck carefully and debating how to get back up on the bed. He couldn't have planned it better if he tried.

No doubt Klaus would kick himself come morning, but for now he was just elated to have you clinging to him.

#kekkai sensen #kkss #blood blockade battlefront #bbb #klaus von reinherz #ask