#if you made it this far mwah ily

[kaiapaia]

sate your appetite

Pairing: Beelzebub/Reader

WC: 1,978

Content warnings: this fic contains smut between two consenting adults. For the purposes of the smut, reader is described to have breasts and a vagina. No pronouns or gendered language are used to refer to the reader. Very slight size kink, towards the end if you squint.

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Even after all the time you’ve spent in the Devildom, the rules of Fangol are still a mystery to you. It seems to combine the elements of many different human games you vaguely know, and elements you don’t, which you assume to be celestial or demonic. You’ll freely acknowledge that while you’re an appreciator of the sport, you don’t know what’s happening on the pitch. 

After all, you are first and foremost an appreciator of the players. Everyone looks fine as hell, so to speak, in their jerseys. Thirteen cuts a beautiful figure in hers, spoiling for a fight with her hair tied up and paint smeared across her cheeks, her jersey number stamped across her back. The jersey highlights Simeon’s trim waist and lean build; anticipation for the games help break the angel out of his shell, and he looks dangerous with the ball in hand. Even Mephistopheles looks good in the uniform, though you’ll never say that where he can hear it. 

Ultimately though, you only have eyes for your boyfriend. Beelzebub looks amazing in his gear. It highlights the muscles he spends hours in the gym to maintain. While he’s in uniform, you can see the way the sleeves strains against his biceps and every flex of his powerful thighs. The best part is when it’s mid game, and the stadium lights shine on the sweat beading at his brow, his hair is mussed, and his jersey is grass stained and disheveled. 

You’d come to these games anyway, just to support him and your friends, but being able to see him like this is definitely an incentive. 

Even though the rules still elude you, you’re able to pick up that the game tonight is a nailbiter. The points on the opposing scoreboards tick up slowly in a grueling exchange, and the players on the pitch seem especially fired up. You hold Beel’s jacket closer around your shoulders, watching each play with bated breath as the teams fight tooth and nail for victory. 

You can feel the tension in the air as a penalty is called, seconds before the time runs out. The air is thick, and you can feel the crowd around you holding their breath as the teams take the pitch for a redo of the last play. Both teams are tied, and the match comes down to this final point. 

The whistle blows, and there is a clash on the field. You lean over the railing, trying to get a glimpse of what’s happening. You hear a crash, and then far down by the goal, you see Beel stand up, arms outstretched, holding the ball. The crowd surges to their feet and a roar of noise sweeps over the field, one side thunderously crowing their victory and the other booing the victors.

You make your way to the edge of the stands near the entrance to the locker rooms. You can see the team celebrating, and you lean against the railing while you wait. It’s obvious when he spots you, you can see his bright hair pop up out of the crowd and turn towards you, then his broad shoulders part the sea as Beel jogs over to you, a bright smile on his face and helmet in hand. You lean down to cup his flushed face in your hands, and your lips meet in an adrenaline fueled kiss.

Vaguely you can hear his teammates whooping in the background, but you can’t bring yourself to care. You kiss the salt off his lips before pulling back, just far enough that you can meet his eyes. “That was an amazing game. You were incredible out there,” you tell him, brushing his damp hair off his face. 

It’s so charming the way his flush deepens at your praise. “Yeah, both teams played great today.”

His stomach rumbles, and you both laugh. You press a kiss to his forehead before pulling him close and leaving him with a lingering kiss on his mouth. “Go, eat, celebrate with your team,” you whisper to him. “Just come see me when you get back. I have a surprise for you.”

Beel tries not to shiver as your breath skates over his ear and neck. “I don’t know what time I’ll be back,” he warns you.

“That’s okay. We don’t have class tomorrow, so you can wake me up if you get home late.” 

“Alright, I’ll see you later.” He leans up to press a soft kiss to your cheek before turning back to his team, ducking his head at their whoops and cheers. You wave to them as they parade into the locker rooms, watching the last player head inside before you turn to walk back to the House of Lamentation.

You have preparations to make, after all.

Several hours later, you’re curled up in bed with a handheld console Levi had lent you, playing a game that had looked interesting. It helps you pass the time, slowly getting more engrossed in the game until you hear a knock at the door. You know who it is, but you peek through the peephole on your door just to make sure.

Beel stands outside your door, wearing a clean t-shirt and sweats, hair mostly dry from a shower. You open the door for him and usher him inside, taking in the scent of soap and fresh laundry that wafts off his skin. He looks a bit poleaxed as you pull him in, staring at you. It’s a bit unusual, normally he’s a perfect gentleman when he’s with you, but right now he can’t seem to pull his eyes away from the way your chest moves under the numbers on the chest of his jersey, and the way the hem flutters teasingly just below the curve of your ass. 

He’s used to seeing you in his team’s colors- he gives you his jacket to wear anytime there’s a hint of a breeze. But there’s something about seeing you in his jersey, with his number stamped on your chest- his name on your back  has him transfixed. You hide a smile in the curve of your shoulder as you do a little twirl for him. “What do you think?” you ask, stopping just in front of him, well within arm’s reach.

“You look amazing.” He finally drags his eyes away from your chest to meet yours. You can see his gaze darken, and a hunger flares to life in his eyes. Slowly, he walks you back, and your legs hit the edge of your bed. Beel leans down to press his face into the crook of your neck, where you feel him take a deep breath. “And you smell so good.”

His large, warm hand trails up your thigh, fingers dipping underneath the hem of his jersey. He encounters no resistance as his hand swipes up to rest on your hip. Beel stops mouthing at your neck to pull back just far enough to confirm that you are indeed wearing nothing underneath his jersey.

“Just for you, baby,” you coo, dragging the jersey up the rest of the way to expose your pussy, left bare in the warmth of your room. 

He sinks down to his knees, large hands bringing your legs up to rest on his broad shoulders. He trails his hands along the backs of your thighs to grab your ass, giving it a squeeze before he pulls you to rest on the edge of the bed. “I missed you,” he murmurs between your legs, and you can’t tell if he’s talking to you or your pussy. 

You feel his lips moving over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, pausing to leave love bites as he slowly moves his mouth to where you want it. He starts off slow- Beel had told you once that he likes to savor a good meal, and he considers your pussy to be one of his favorites. Your hips jerk as he circles your clit with his tongue, but you don’t get far, his strong arms holding your hips to his face. 

Falling back onto your elbows, you hold yourself up just enough to watch him work between your legs. He is totally engrossed, kissing your clit wetly and tracing over it in firm strokes with his tongue. He moans at your taste in his mouth, and the vibrations from the sound on your clit trigger a moan in response from you. 

It’s a slow and steady buildup as he eats you out. He holds nothing back but moves at his own pace, and the steadily growing ache in the pit of your stomach is rising towards a toe-curling orgasm. At this point you’ve fully collapsed onto the bed, one hand clutching the covers next to your head and the other buried in his hair. It’s wholly unnecessary; the only thing that could separate Beel from your pussy right now is you asking him to move, but the feel of his hair in your fingers helps ground you. 

As your orgasm steadily begins to crest, you bat at his head.  “Ah, wait, wait, please,” you beg. 

He pulls his head away immediately. His lips and chin shine with your juices, and he looks slightly dazed but his gaze quickly sharpens as he looks you over, checking to make sure everything is okay. 

“Wanna cum with you in me, baby,” you reach down to his face, swiping your thumb over his lip.

Beel rocks back on his heels immediately. You hear the rustle of clothing as he begins to strip, and you turn on shaky limbs to position yourself on your knees. His hands find your skin immediately, and he grinds his cock against you. You hear him moan at the sensation, and you push back against him, his cock sliding through the slippery mess between your legs.

He guides his cock to your entrance with a shaky hand, and pushes in. You both moan at the sensation, the stretch of him filling you. At this point in your relationship you’re well acquainted with how big he is, but the feel of him inside you sends a shiver down your spine every time. 

You feel him begin to rock his hips into you, the head of his cock hitting something inside you on each thrust that makes stars burst behind your eyes. The simmering flames of your orgasm roar back to life, and you feel your limbs beginning to shake as it draws closer.

Beel is a heat at your back, mindlessly tracing kisses up and down your spine as he thrusts into you. You do your best to keep up with him, but ultimately his stamina overwhelms yours and you’re left to face his onslaught and the orgasm that overtakes you. You keen underneath him, shaking apart as you come around his cock. 

He follows you over the edge a moment later, groaning long and low into the nape of your neck as his cock pulses inside you. You feel him bite gently before pressing one last kiss to your neck and pulling away. He leaves your field of vision for a moment, and you flop boneless down to the bed, trying to regulate your breathing. Beel comes back a moment later, a warm washcloth in hand. He watches his cum, mixed with yours, ooze out of you for a moment before swiping a finger through the mess. He brings it to his lips, eyes closed as he savors the taste. 

“Delicious,” he sighs, before gently wiping you down. He tosses the rag into the hamper and lays down next to you, tucking both your bodies under the rumpled blankets and drawing you into his arms. 

The excitement of the day quickly catches up to both of you, and you fall asleep in a warm nest of blankets, wrapped up in each other.

#obey me x reader #obey me beel x reader #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel smut #kaiawrites #if you noticed that this is not one of my halloween event wips no u didn't <3 #this is just a little treat in between wips that have gotten longer than they should be #if you made it this far mwah ily

[tallytals]

oh tals what do you have to say for yourself?? it’s kai sands fault

#ANYWAYS HI KAI SAND!!! MWAH!!! ILY!!! #STRUGGLED WITH THIS FOR LIKE #THREE DAYS #it’s the longest edit i’ve made so far and the fuckingh transitions kept getting messed up when i tried to upload it 😭 #but im tired of trying to adjust it so!!! if they’re a little off that’s why #sniffles #as you can see i’m normal about this season #monkie kid #shadowpeach #lmk spoilers #lmk s4 spoilers #monkie kid season 4 spoilers #my edit

[vixiethepixie]

Tagged by the wonderful @jmarcogliese aka @mint-yooxgi Thank you, you wonderful human <3

you’re starring in a movie with the last person saved in your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title.

ITS A TWO FOR ONE SPECIAL AYYYY

Also low key flabbergasted in a good way by the result 🤭

Tagging literally anyone that feels like doing the trend ily mwah 💕

#The thots are thotting rn 😩🤭 #my phone was really like: hey heres your bias and your wrecker to call you out #mutuals #tag game #music #also took a semi hiatus because life be like that and it still be like that #but we vibin and thrivin out here baybeeee #jackie if youre looking at my tags and you made it this far: youre amazing and ily mwah

[saerins]

⋆୨ chapter three ୧˚ for a while, you were all mine

⋆୨ if not for you (masterlist) ⋆୨ previous: chapter two - a million miles away, still you connect me in your way <> next: chapter four - behind a box of reasons why ୧˚

⋆୨ synopsis ୧˚ neither of you want this. both you and sae reluctantly agree to this marriage, although sae’s dissatisfaction far outweighs your own. with hidden agendas and old flames, will this ever work out between the two of you, or will your forced spark be doomed to fail?

ೀ series: sae x f!reader | wc 6.3k | ೀ content warnings: fluff/angst, modern au, arranged marriage, rich!sae and rich!reader, jealousy/paranoia, third parties, yn and sae finally sharing one bed | notes: eeep this was long i’m sorry !! more of the other girl here heh ^_< also mwah thank you to all of you who’s reading ily !! <3

In hindsight, maybe it wasn’t right of you to go through your husband’s stuff. Maybe you should’ve just looked at that little black box and left it there and continue to be ignorant.

But no. In this world, you’re nosy and greedy and you wanted to know who exactly it is that Itoshi Sae of all people can’t get over and now you have exactly what you were looking for.

After extensive research—and by research you mean scrolling through your husband’s social media (all of them), you managed to find her tagged in a post buried way below on his Facebook wall. Silver lining is: there’s nothing recent. The bad part? Judging by the date, they’ve known each other for a long time.

Apparently her name is Mirin, and her family’s made up of a whole slew of top lawyers in the whole of Japan. There’s not a lot on her Facebook, but her Instagram is a whole other story. Her posts the last few years put her somewhere in Europe, and judging by the content, she’s been studying there for a while. But before that, back when the posts were all in Japan, you catch a few photos of Sae. Some of them have Oliver and Eita, and a couple of other guys you haven’t met before.

It’s really wrong of you to do this, only because you know you’re just setting yourself up for a world of paranoia, but you can’t stop. You move over to the pictures she’s tagged in, and there’s one from Oliver that catches your attention.

Because it’s dated a few weeks back.

The first of two photos show Oliver, Eita, Sae and the same guy you saw back in Mirin’s feed—the one with jet black spiky hair. They’re in a bar, you presume, sitting around a private booth with a ton of alcohol in the ice bucket on the table. You recognise his attire; it’s from the very first night Sae bothered to sit down at the dining table and eat with you. 

The second makes your heart crash to the floor. In the photo, in Sae’s place is Mirin herself, looking drop-dead gorgeous in a skin-tight red dress that you wouldn’t ever think of wearing. (One, because it’s much too revealing for your own taste, and two, well, just because you’re more of an oversized t-shirt kind of girl.)

All you can take away from what you saw is that Mirin is now back in Japan. Coupled with the fact that Sae had been gone even though he was off from work for those first few days of your marriage, you deduce what you wish isn’t true—was he meeting up with her all this time? Even 

Trying to avoid falling into utter madness, you grab your phone and text your ever-trusty best friend.

Reo, meet you at our usual. ASAP!!!

Just as you’re about to leave the house, Sae gets back from wherever he’s been (which now you can’t help but wonder whether he was meeting Mirin), and you run right into his chest.

“Careful, busy?” Sae asks, which is more than Sae usually does and you realise just how low the bar is set right now.

Still, you answer him like you always do. “Yeah I’m gonna meet Reo for a bit,” you tell him, biting back a snarky comment about Mirin.

Even with those doubts of Sae in your head, you can’t help but stop to appreciate how he hands you your keys from the key hanger before you forget, or how his other hand is gripping onto yours, warm and just slightly calloused. It’s the first time you’ve felt them since that day at your own wedding.

“Take your time, I’ll handle our dinner tonight,” he tells you, and you think that’s already a lot considering that he’s never really bothered with anything the past few weeks, but then you feel a soft sensation against your forehead—very brief, so unfamiliar, way too soft—and then it’s gone in just a second and it’s way too quick that it has you doubting its existence at all.

All you hear is a soft “see you” before the door shuts behind you, and then there’s only the erratic beating of your heart that fills your ears.

“Yikes.”

“Very helpful, thanks,” you sigh exasperatedly as you plop down onto the cushioned seat across from Reo.

Reo laughs, handing you your phone back, open to Oliver’s Instagram account. “Then ask for a divorce, I’m sure he’d happily oblige if all of that’s true.”

“You know why I can’t, Reo,” you remind him, close to giving up.

Reo nods, remembering about your parents and deciding not to make matters worse. “Did you ask him about it though?”

You frown, glaring up at your best friend who’s now happily sipping on his cold brew. “And let him guess that I was stalking his ex? Sure I did.”

Reo snorts at your sarcasm. He thinks it’s funny how you’re oddly meek in front of Sae, and yet you’re snappish around him. Comes with the many years of being best friends, he supposes. But on that note, “you think there’s something going on between them?”

For the first time, Reo sees you helpless, eyes staring into nothing, index finger idly tracing circles on the polished wooden surface. “I don’t know,” because all you know is that you’re already exhausted from overthinking all the things they could be doing behind your back. “But… he’s always away and he says it’s work when I know it’s not. And she’s back and they were at the same place and urgh, I don’t know what to do.”

By that last line, you’re already burying your head in your hands, slumped against the table, Reo watching on as you grumble in frustration. He chuckles, gently patting your head before you look up at him, “what if they’re just friends right now?”

“It’s still weird, isn’t it? I mean… from the looks of it, they were pretty serious at one point.” Your words are all muffled because you’re pretty sure this is you being jealous now—thanks to Sae considerably warming up to you (be it at his own sluggish pace), it’s hard not to feel anything for him. In a way, you’re learning to like a lot about him, but there’s this unshakeable doubt you can’t brush off in the form of his ex.

Reo leans back against his chair now, pondering out loud. “Hmm I wonder what that reminds me of.”

In a second, you know all too well what he’s referring to, and you find yourself unable to look him in the eye. “That’s… different. We didn’t act on it.”

He rests his elbow on the table, head resting against his fist, “yeah but… we were still each other’s first kiss, right?”

“But we didn’t amount to anything.”

“Except that we’re best friends now,” Reo tells you, and you know he’s trying to get a point across but you’re not sure you want to understand it.

“And that’s all we ever were, Reo.”

Smiling, Reo leans forward a little, cautious at keeping his voice down. It won’t do if people misunderstand and word gets around. “Listen, I don’t know about you, but you were all I wanted at one point. For more than just that one day under the cherry blossoms, more than that one time I stole your first kiss.”

It stuns you a little to hear it, because any romantic emotions between the two of you were never said or shared. Both you and Reo knew back then that your parents wouldn’t ever be in favour of him and his rebelliousness that you both just decided it wasn’t worth the hassle. At that time, when you were both foolish kids, having that something intangible was enough. Maybe it faded for you faster than it had for Reo, but he knew that it once existed. Even if only for a second.

“And?”

You’ve gone soft now, and Reo knows you understand. You’re just in denial.

“Are you sure Sae would feel the same if he knew about it? If he knew I used to love you too?” Reo asks you, genuinely wondering for himself.

You’re about to argue that Sae doesn’t even care, but putting yourself into his shoes, you get where Reo’s coming from. History is history. No matter how long ago it was or how short the relationship (or lack of one) was, the feelings still existed, once upon a time.

Still, you have a feeling that there’s more than meets the eye. Especially if Sae has to hide it all the time. He’s never even said her name to you, if they met at all.

“Anyway look, do you want me to try asking Oliver about it? I’ll be discreet, though I can’t really say the same for that knucklehead,” Reo warns you. It’s not like he knows Oliver much outside of any business dealings, but he can tell that much at least.

You shake your head anyway, knowing it’s a bad idea. For all you know, Sae would just lash out at you for prying into his business when you’re just his on-paper wife.

“Wonder why they broke up though,” you think out loud, watching the liquid in your cup swish around, close to spilling off the edge as you swirl it with your hand, almost completely lost in thought.

Reo answers you without missing a beat. “She went abroad to study and just called it off thinking it wouldn’t work.” His eyes go wide the moment your head shoots up, and he winces after letting it slip.

“You knew?”

“Yeah…”

“What the- how?” Because it’s incredulous how Reo happens to know that much more about the relationship.

He sighs, fessing up. “I was asking around about Sae remember? When I told you he’s just a tough nut to—”

“Yeah yeah,” you wave it off, wanting him to get to the point.

“Well, Oliver’s kinda a blabbermouth so…” Reo sighs, as if he senses there’s no point in keeping it in, not when you’re already halfway into that rabbit hole yourself.

And you’re all ears. Half because you really just want to learn more about it and the other half just wanting confirmation that you’re not crazy for overthinking about this. But then Reo tells you and you’re not sure anymore.

“He said Sae was never over her, loved her to bits.” Reo pauses, hesitating before he opens his mouth again. “He said Sae was waiting for her to get back before starting things up again.”

Oh.

SEVEN YEARS AGO.

“You’re kidding me, right?”

Surely it wasn’t a stretch to be furious that distance would be enough of a reason for a breakup? Surely Sae didn’t have to think himself crazy for refuting such an idea?

Mirin’s hair flowed in the wind, pretty as it always was, and it would be even prettier in his memories. She looked unsure, and he knew it too. He knew her like the back of his hand, down to the injury on his ankle. She was only doing what she thought was right, and that was offering each of their own freedom, though Sae had no single doubt in his mind that that wasn’t what he wanted.

“Sae, please don’t make this harder than it already is,” she told him, her eyes swimming with tears that she wouldn’t allow to overflow.

Always so stubborn, and forever thinking less of herself. That was how he knew her to be. And as much as he hated that stubbornness at that moment, he loved her just as much.

With a hand reaching out to her, he pulled her to him, letting her rest her head in his chest, something that he savoured because it wouldn’t be long until she’ll be gone for who knows how long.

“Is it selfish of me to say I don’t want to break up with you?” Sae was asking her, genuinely. He didn’t know how to handle this—when life held different paths for two people in love, wasn’t it just common sense that they could still tread it and yet be together? Was long distance really the end of everything they had?

Mirin sniffled just a little before she pulled away and forced herself to smile, something that Sae hated. It was always the fake ones that irked him, even now.

“Is it selfish for me to think that we’re supposed to?”

Maybe he didn’t know the answer. But all he knew was that if she still felt like they should, then he’d concede. He was always weak when it came to her. It was always the same. He couldn’t imagine being weak to anyone else. It was her. Only her.

“Fine, we’ll do that, if that’s what you want,” he told her, a tone so gentle that no one but her has ever heard. But he drew close, tipping her chin up so she would look at him, his teal eyes appreciating every inch of her beautiful face, the most beautiful one he had ever seen, and the most beautiful one he thought he would ever see. “But you know something?”

Mirin swallowed the lump in her throat, the amount of love she felt threatening to swallow her whole. “What?”

Sae let out a deep chuckle, a soft one before he pressed his lips against hers, a promise laid between their lips like it was a secret only they both would keep.

“Nothing would stop me from waiting for you to come back. So come back to me, okay? Come back, I’ll wait for you.”

That night when you get home, you feel just slightly numb. After hearing what you did, it’s no surprise. You’ve always been kind of weak when it comes to feelings. You’re more heart over mind and you’d choose your heart over and over again even if you had no more blood left to bleed.

You think you’re never getting over it until you walk in and realise that Sae’s in the kitchen, setting your dinner down on the table. It’s like your tears automatically dissipate once you look into his eyes.

“Oh, just nice,” is all he mumbles before he sits down at his place on the entirely too-big dining table for the two of you.

Across from him, you sit down as you look at the spread before you. A steak on each of your plates, potato puree at the side. In the middle there’s assorted sides of mushrooms, corn kernels and what you assume to be a tray of sauces for the meat.

“Did you cook all of these?” You ask, almost breathless. You’re about to say he’s a much better cook than you are, until Sae speaks up.

“No.” He seems nearly unwilling to answer you, a delicate frown on his face. “Accidentally burnt the pans when I tried to cook.”

“Huh?” You spin your head around to find the sink filled with all your pans, and from the looks of it, Sae had been trying to scrub the burnt portions off unsuccessfully.

“We need to buy new pans.”

Sae says this all too monotonously, like he’s half-robot and half completely embarrassed, that you can’t help but laugh out loud. Besides, it’s kind of cute that there’s a faint pink on his cheeks. You’ve never seen that before.

He looks at you incredulously, like he wasn’t expecting you to laugh at him like he’s a damn clown. Flinging a mushroom at you with his fork, he rolls his eyes. “Shut up,” he groans.

Pouting at him mockingly, you decide to tease him a little more. “You didn’t touch anything else in the house and ruin them, did you?”

And you were joking, until you realise Sae’s averting his gaze, stuffing his mouth full with corn kernels.

“Sae!”

“We might need to get new stuff for the laundry room too,” he confesses, talking with his mouth full. (Spoiler: you find out later that he put the wrong detergents in the washer and accidentally flooded the laundry room.)

Still, you think it’s sort of endearing that he tried to do the chores while you were the one out for a change, so you stop yourself from making fun of him too much. It’s not like whatever you learned earlier isn’t still sitting in the back of your head (because a part of you wonders if he’s doing all this out of guilt), but some part of you wants to be selfish and let yourself feel special, even if it’s delusional, at least for a little bit.

You want to feel like the wife he misses when you’re not around, like the person he would think of when his mind strays. Is this all too much to ask?

Maybe you just can’t help yourself, so you bring yourself to ask: “Sae, why did you agree to this?”

There’s a pregnant pause in the room, the only sounds filling the silence being the stainless steel cutlery hitting the plates as Sae adjusts himself. “Why did you?”

You suppose that maybe it’ll be easier for him to share if you start first, so you bite the bait. “Long story but… if I don’t then it’ll fall to my sister and she’s happy with someone else.” You swallow the meat in your mouth, the fat rendered so well it makes you crave for more. “I don’t want her to have to sacrifice that. Our parents aren’t exactly the nicest people in the world.”

Sae listens to you, an understanding settling in his chest. He could laugh from the coincidence of it all. “Same, but for my brother,” he tells you, prodding at his steak. “And he’s happy with soccer, not some girl. Can’t get a girl to save his life.”

Somehow, you can hear the quiet fondness that he has for Rin that makes you believe he’s a good brother.

“Would a marriage affect his career all that much?”

There’s a certain complexity behind Sae’s expression when you ask that question, something that you can’t decipher. But he scoffs, “let’s just say, my parents aren’t the nicest people either. I would know.”

And something tells you that it’s not something you want to ask yet, so you let his answer sit with you.

“Oh, speaking of parents,” Sae brings up his phone, switching the subject and handing it over to you. It’s a string of texts between him and his mother, apparently. You hold it up to your face, reading through and it appears they’d gotten you both tickets. “Mine got us both tickets, so.”

As you scroll, a grin appears on your face as you look at him. “Honeymoon tickets to Korea?” You’re almost squealing. It’s been a long while since you’ve last had a vacation, and ten days of distraction sounds really nice after all the information you’d just learned today.

Sae rolls his eyes, though you don’t miss the slight tug upwards at the corner of his lips. “Yeah, so get packing, we leave in two days.”

And as excited as you are, you feel a vibration and the brief flash of ‘dummy’ messaging him, the only part of the preview that you can see being: no, take me with you :(

You’re pretty sure it vibrates some more but by then, you’re already handing the phone back and Sae just locks his phone without bothering. Shaking your head, you try to stuff that image back to the deepest crevices of your mind, determined to not let it ruin your mood for your getaway.

Ex lover or not, Sae is still your husband and it’s not like he hates this (by the looks of things, it’s only been getting better and better), so you’re still hell bent on making things work.

Two days fly by way too quickly.

The day after Sae tells you about the trip, you immediately get to work at packing. Ten days is not a short trip and you plan to make full use of it, and for that, you have to be ready.

You had spent the whole day buying anything you would need—travel-friendly items and whatnot—while commuting back home to your parents’ house (at a timing you know they’re at work, of course!) to take anything you might’ve left there that you needed. Just as you left the house, nostalgia took over as you looked around at the place where you grew up.

It’s strange. People say to cherish what time you have with your parents, that one day you’re going to move out and you’re going to miss it.

You don’t feel like that’s necessarily true, because you’re living proof. The only thing you’d miss is your sister and you still talk to her everyday. Meanwhile, the only times your mother or father ever talks to you is to ask you about your marriage and warning you not to annoy Sae too much, as though it was a given and that it shouldn’t be the other way around.

Maybe it doesn’t make much sense; you and Sae (or maybe just you) trying to be a family when you both have no idea what a proper family is like. Even if it is just on paper.

Now you’re on a town car to the airport and you’re fiddling with your passport in your hands, staring out the window like a little child that’s going overseas for the first time. (Next to you, Sae’s thinking the exact same thing—you do look so much like an excited child. Or maybe a puppy.)

Of course, Sae’s parents waste no expenses in gifting you two first-class seats. Not that you’ve never been in first class, but it’s nice to be next to Sae, and you catch yourself, realising just how quickly you’re catching feelings.

“What?” Sae’s just getting ready to turn his phone to flight-safe mode when he catches you staring, a hint of smugness forming inside of him.

Even with a small partition separating your seats, you can see his teal eyes staring at you, long lashes fluttering in all its glory. Instead of offering an answer, you just shake your head and lean back, busying yourself by adjusting the screen in front of you. 

Being in a state of denial is easy; it’s actually fun to sit in first class next to Sae, on a three-hour flight to your honeymoon, annoying him each chance you get, earning yourself a death stare every instant before laughing yourself silly when he flips off at you. It’s been a few weeks, but you think you’ve grown accustomed to what Sae is like that you know his middle fingers to you are never meant to be taken seriously and his silence is just how he is when he isn’t fully opened up. It nearly makes you think you’re crazy for doubting him and yet you don’t have the balls to question him about any of that. Not yet, because you’re not ready for this to end (if it will).

The itinerary had already been planned out by Sae’s mother, but it wasn’t like either of you wanted to follow it. One, Sae likes to do things spontaneously anyway and two, well, you have a feeling that he might want to treat this like a solo trip. It’s not like either of you have properly been husband and wife much to have a proper honeymoon together.

So count you surprised when you suggested that you both try to do solo trips around the city and just meet up for dinner, only to have Sae agree and yet follow you wherever you decide to go that first day.

At first, you were just wondering whether he had the same plans, but after he followed you into a Sephora looking absolutely clueless and then getting all flustered and sticking to you the moment the staff there asked him if he wanted to do a skin test, you allow yourself to think that he’s actually tagging along with you.

“What are you doing?” You decide to ask after exiting another store, carrying no less than five bags thanks to your anxiety of asking Sae what he’s up to.

On his part, he merely shrugs and looks away, hands in his coat pocket, looking absolutely like a model out of a magazine. Sometimes you wonder if he’s really yours. On paper, at least.

“This is our honeymoon, right? Makes sense that we’re together.” That’s all the explanation Sae offers, his gaze hovering over the bags you’re carrying, before he leans closer. “Besides, you’re my wife,” he says, gently grabbing your bags and carrying it for you.

He doesn’t say that it’s just on paper this time. And you can’t help but read into it. It’s perplexing how easily his words can affect you. It has your heart doing somersaults and your lips nervously pursing together.

“So, where next?” He prompts, looking at you expectantly.

And maybe you’re a little too excited for this pleasant turn of events that you’re grinning from ear to ear as you stare at him. “Wait, really?” 

You can’t even hide the glee in your voice and Sae, for the first time, smiles—even if he’s doing it as he rolls his eyes at you.

“Yes, stupid,” he tells you, chuckling as you hop slightly in excited. “Are we going or are you just gonna stand here like a little puppy?”

With excited nods and a little squeal, you clap your hands together before daring to put your fingers around his wrist, dragging him with you.

Sae follows quietly behind you, staring at you as you happily tread ahead, your hands warm and guarding his against the slightly chilly air, hair flowing in the wind and he suddenly thinks you’re even prettier than he first thought you were. And then he starts thinking that maybe this part of his life that’s planned by his parents isn’t so bad after all.

Though, when you get back to the hotel, you find out that Sae has already specially asked for two separate beds, to the surprise of all the hotel staff, because of course, Mrs Itoshi had booked the honeymoon suite for the both of you. Special requests for that room usually mean flowers on the bed, or breakfast just the way they like it—not for the groom of all people to be asking for a separate bed altogether, especially when he insists there is no additional person.

“I’ll sleep out here,” Sae tells you the moment you get back to the hotel that night, gesturing to the bed set up by the television, much to your bummer. But you suppose you can’t expect too much—hand holding was already a miracle in itself.

“Oh yeah, sure,” you shrug it off, like it doesn’t even matter. Deep down you feel like a rock was dropped from your throat to the bottom of your stomach, forming a gaping hole in your heart along the way that you tried to will into non-existence.

Still, somehow, despite this little obstacle, you find yourself optimistic after being witness to Sae’s change in demeanour.

“Hey, Y/N?”

When you turn around, you see a hint of hesitation flicker across his teal eyes before he shakes his head, brushing it off.

“It’s nothing, goodnight.”

Although you’re curious, you decide not to press him about it. Offering a small smile, you nod.

“Goodnight, Sae.”

Over the course of your entire honeymoon, you find that you shouldn’t be chiding yourself for being delusional in the first place.

For once in this one-sided love affair, you feel like perhaps it’s not so one-sided at all. Because from what you’ve learned about Sae in your close-to-minimal time together, he isn’t someone that you can force into doing anything he doesn’t want to. At least when it comes to mundane activities which includes trips. (Unless you’re his parents who you have no doubt in your mind probably mirrors your own and have their ways of controlling him, per se.)

But it’s hard to think he doesn’t want to do any of this with you when he’s so compliant. He follows your bucket list of things to do and doesn’t complain once. He lets you drag him to the palace and looks only slightly concerned when you tell him you want to “do the thing where we can dress up like royalty and take pictures” but he only sighs and concedes within seconds.

When he comes out of the room looking like the most handsome prince you’d ever met, you’re too shy to meet his gaze but he tilts your head up to look at him for most of the shots anyway. With his face so close to yours, with these kinds of small gestures which he willingly initiates, you begin to wonder if it’s possible to make him happy in this possibly loveless marriage.

Spending ten days together, surrounded by just each other and doing things that couples do; it nearly makes you feel as if this is real. Like Sae really loves you and that he had asked you to marry him one day out of the blue because of it. Nothing like how you felt that first time you met him, in your dressing room minutes before you were about to become husband and wife, being talked down to and told that this was a facade and could be nothing more.

Now he’s here with you, sticking close and following you around, entertaining your requests for activities, falling asleep on your shoulder when you were on the plane to Jeju, and sometimes he absentmindedly holds your hand like he’s used to it. He helps you with your luggage always, and he makes sure you get food whenever your stomach starts growling, and he’s more observant than you give him credit for because he starts picking the radish off your plate without you asking.

Your album’s suddenly filled with pictures of you and Sae and you were hesitant at first but dragging him to the amusement park when he wasn’t for it at first was a good decision; for a while, you get to see what he’s like when all the downturned lines on his face reverse, when he looks the most like an actual guy in his mid-twenties, enjoying life instead of brooding all the time. Thanks to that, your pictures are more both of you smiling or being goofy together instead of faceless pictures because neither of you feel like showing your faces at all.

By the time your honeymoon is about to come to an end, you find that maybe there’s hope for this after all. That maybe you’d just been overthinking everything prior to this and it shouldn’t be worth worrying over after the trip ends.

But you find that hope can be flimsy sometimes. 

On the seventh night there, you and Sae are both on your bed, in the actual bedroom, fighting (not literally) over a multiplayer game. Just two adults hunched over one phone playing frustrating games meant for kids. (Somehow it makes you feel like perhaps neither of you ever had a normal childhood and this is something to make up for it.) It’s all fun and games until you see a throng of message notifications from dummy mixed in with several from what you presume to be Sae’s group chat with the guys.

And you can keep pretending like it doesn’t matter, except Sae immediately stops after the current round and tells you he has to take a call. And you already know more or less who he’s going to talk to. And just like that, you feel like you’re back to square one all over again.

The subsequent nights (and days) aren’t easy for you either. After just giving up on thinking and forcing yourself to sleep that night, you’d been stuck with paranoia everyday. Especially when you realise that he’s starting to take calls every night outside on the balcony where he’s sure you’re out of earshot. 

You wonder if he’s being lovey dovey with her outside when he talks to her. You wonder if he imagines you as her when you’re out together. You wonder if he wishes you were her. You wonder if all this is just a gimmick; a test run for when he does the actual things with the actual girl he wants to do them with.

Safe to say, by your last night there, you’re a mess. The moment you get back from trying to be happy all day (which was a disaster because you wouldn’t stop trying to minimise contact with Sae), you tell him you’re too tired and that you’ll just go ahead and go to bed.

Which, of course, is code for ‘you just want to lie in bed and cry all night’.

Sae couldn’t even get a word out before you shut the door on him, plopping down onto the bed and crying into your pillow. Maybe holding everything in was a bad idea. Now you’re bursting with emotions and you try to call Reo a few minutes later but you can’t even get him because he’s busy somehow and you’re positive that the gods hate you right now.

There is one thing about being on rock bottom that you like, though; at least you know how you feel. You’re exhausted and upset and envious because you wish you could be that person for your husband. But you keep getting reminded that you’re not. That somehow you’re just a mere stand-in until he marries his real wife next time. The one he promised to love forever. (Technically, he vowed that to you on your wedding day too, but that’s not the same and you know it.)

Deciding to shut off your phone and have this time to yourself to cry your eyes out, you miss the sudden swarm of notifications that come in. And thanks to you stuffing your head into the pillow, you don’t notice Sae opening the door and peeking inside, an unfamiliar feeling settling inside him at the sound of you sobbing.

He gently closes the door behind him as he walks to you, your back turned to him, your hands and feet hanging onto the bolster like a koala to a branch. Slowly, he saunters over to you, almost like he’s afraid to. When his hand rests on your shoulder and he sinks into the mattress beside you, you stiffen up for just a moment before spinning around and sobbing into his chest instead.

You didn’t expect him to even enter your room at all, much less let you stain his shirt or hold you close when you’re being emotional like this, but he stays there, hand gently rubbing your arm, up and down, a gentle kiss placed on the top of your head. It makes you wonder what kind of games he’s playing. Is this Sae not being able to make up his mind and that’s why he’s still so nice to you even when he has his old flame in the back of his head?

“Do you… want me to leave you alone?” He asks, though you can argue it’s kind of a stupid question but then you realise he probably doesn’t know much about actual relationships so you let it slide.

You shake your head in response, deciding that as stupid as it all sounds, you want to throw your hat in the ring. You’ve fallen for him, and you want him for yourself.

And maybe it’s wrong of you to project this on him, but your absence of a normal family where a home is not just a house and where parents shower their children with actual love and concern makes you yearn for one yourself. And maybe it’s not a great idea to want that from a man you married from being forced to, but thanks to this honeymoon you can see that there’s a flicker of spark there.

That Sae’s not emotionless and he’s definitely not cold to you. Not anymore. That if you guys had been given more time instead of being rushed into things by your parents then maybe the whole wedding could’ve gone without any of the hitches you experienced. That every single radish he picked off your plate, every picture he took with you, every time he held your hand, every time he pulled you close—none of that was manufactured, was it?

So isn’t it possible for you to be happy with him? So is it still foolish or selfish of you to want to be with him?

Is it too much if you ask him about it?

“Hey, Sae?” Your voice is soft and timid and more vulnerable than you’ve ever shown, but he hears you loud and clear, his “hm?” resounding against his chest, right next to your ear. “Can you stay?”

A few seconds of pause, and he replies, “of course.”

You shake your head slightly. “I don’t mean that. I mean, you know, what we said on our wedding day.” Your voice is entirely muffled, still Sae understands.

There’s an even longer pause this time, and you think that Sae’s just thinking of a way to get out of this until you hear him speak up again.

“Idiot,” he chides, but you can hear the soft affection in his voice. Suddenly, you feel his pinky wrapping around your own, and he holds it near your face. “I promise you,” he whispers, and you wish you could see the expression on his face, “I’ll stay.”

It might be wishful thinking but you think he really means it.

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[cursingtoji]

Hi pretty baby!! How are u doing it’s been a lil while 🥰💕 I came by bc I just saw your event! I was thinking sexual tension with Aki from csm could be fun for you to do if you like (more fun for me to read I’m sure ahfksjfjd) anyway I hope ur doing good ily mwah mwah xx

𝑺𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝑻𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏

luxe you have no idea how happy i got when i saw your ask 💕 this means a lot thank you for joining 💕 The Clichés ™

— peek summer in japan.

the small devil you two were fighting wasn’t strong or even fast, but the heat wave made you all slow and weak, so when it ran in your direction you couldn’t attack it properly, instead you get knocked over and fell down the stairs of the abandoned building.

“fuck” you murmured hazily, aki ran towards you offering a hand, when you took it and tried to get up your ankle protested and you lost balance hissing from the pain.

aki was quick to steady you by your waist, you looked up where your partner’s face was mere inches from yours, mesmerizing blue eyes too close for comfort.

his forehead was shiny with sweat. a few hairs sticking to it, the first few buttons of his shirt were open and sleeves rolled up. even his tie was hanging low. it was the first time you saw him that disheveled and it made your legs weak.

“the devil escaped” you muttered.

“i know” he muttered back with you still in his arms, “there’s a hospital not too far from—“

“no, they’ll tell me to put ice and rest, i’ll just go home” you tried to put some weight on the twisted (maybe broken) ankle and almost fell again but aki’s hands tighten up around you.

“my place is closer, let’s go” he let go of you to turn around flexing his knees slightly for you to hop on his back.

your arms went around his neck and legs wrapped on his hips. aki gulped to the feeling of your breasts pressed on his back, he straightened himself and tried to adjust you by holding your thighs but his hands went a little bit too far squeezing your ass accidentally to which he immediately apologized.

“you didn’t have to offer me a piggyback ride if all you wanted was to grab my ass, hayakawa” you giggled and his ears got pink.

“as if i wanted to grab your sweaty ass on purpose” he started to walk with you on his back as easy as carrying a simple backpack.

“shut up, i can literally feel how drenched your back is.”

you and aki bickering/flirting was nothing but normal, whenever denji was around to witness it he always said something along the lines of “get a room”. now it’s different cause you have never been this close to each other before, aki kept talking about how inevitable it was for him to get this sticky when tokyo was under 100% humility that week, but this trivial conversation was only to distract him for having your arms around him and your legs brushing against his crotch. you of course was also affected by the proximity, he smelled fresh even after sweating all day, you teased him about his sweaty back but thanks to it you could feel the muscles under his shirt.

when you arrived to his building you tried to let go of him but he held your legs.

“what you doing?” he asked.

“i’m not climbing those stairs on your back, what if you fall back and crush me to death?” you placed your good foot on the floor.

“yeah cause i’m the one that fell down the stairs and broke my foot.”

“i was pushed by the devil you let escape.”

“i only let it escape after he knocked your dumbass. now come here cause i have things to do” aki bent and took you bridal style all the way up stairs, a great way to shut you up, “devil got your tongue?”

“fuck off, hayakawa” you turned your head so he wouldn’t see your cheeks heating up.

somehow he managed to open his door, kick his shoes off with you still on his lap and enter the quiet house.

“where—“

“they’re with kishibe” he answered knowing what your question was going to be.

you got placed on the couch and quickly sat up to take a look at your ankle but aki was faster.

“it’s pretty swelled” he held your leg up by your calf, when he tried to roll your pants up he touched your ankle and your pulled your leg back hissing in pain, “you can’t put ice on top of your pants” he justified.

“these are skinny jeans, i can’t roll it up, especially now” you looked down at your ankle, the hem was already too tight around it.

“then you’re gonna have to take it off” he simply told you before turning around.

“is this your plan to see me naked?” you playfully narrowed your eyes at him.

“yeah this all just part of it” he replied sarcastically and picked the thick throw blanket from the couch to toss at you.

“ew i’m not covering myself with that, it’s hot as fuck already” you pushed the blanket off of you.

“you’re really fucking annoying you know that?” he huffed and disappeared into a room, coming back with a bed sheet that went straight to your face, it smelled like aki and you guessed it was his bedsheet.

“do you always treat your guests like that? rude!” you barked back unbuttoning your jeans and pushing it down one leg easily but carefully with the other.

aki stood there waiting for you to take them off completely before handing you the frozen food package he picked, he didn’t mean to stare but he ended up taking a peek at your red underwear while you struggled with the hem of the tight black jeans (which he obviously noted when you met in the morning), he cleared his suddenly dry throat removing his tie and opening a few buttons of his shirt.

“don’t you have a fan or something?” you asked when you managed to kick the pants off and used the sheets to cover your bottom.

“power broke it” he walked over to the glass door and opened, it wasn’t enough to cool you down but it was slightly better. aki took your legs and sat with them on top of his lap — since the couch was small — carefully putting the frozen package on top of it. “better?” he asked with one hand touching the skin above the swollen area.

“i’m gonna get all wet” you replied without thinking your choice of words throughout “i mean— from the heat and… the ice… melting and…” when you met aki’s eyes they were dark, he was breathing heavily and when he noticed a droplet going from your temple all the way down your cleavage he couldn’t help the groan that left his throat. why did you have to say things like that? and look at him like this? and have the softest fucking skin?

it happened fast, he placed your leg on his shoulder before he took an impulse to close the gap between you two and kiss you like he wanted to have done for a long time ago. aki’s lips were soft and he tasted like the cigarette he was smoking earlier, you were panting on each other’s lips in little to no time.

in a swift move aki ripped the sheet out of your body and you were quick to wrap your other leg around him, his crotch directly brushing against the damp spot of your underwear. he kissed your neck, the sweat being almost like an aphrodisiac to him.

“you are all wet” he breathed against your clothed core, using the words you said earlier.

“fuck you” you sighed when you felt his fingers exploring the shape of your pussy

“yeah, fuck me” when aki was about to dive in like a thirsty man the door opened.

denji took one step with a knocked out power hanging on his shoulder, he was killed countless times that day by kishibe and couldn’t wait to hit the bed, so when he looked up to see aki staring wide eyed at him with his hair falling off the ponytail, a girl’s leg on his shoulder and his bed sheets all over the floor, he tiredly sighed and turned around carrying power who started to question what he was doing.

“you own me big time, topknot”.

See also: Wet transparent shirt — Denji

#aki x reader #chainsaw man x reader #pov aki opening the door an hour later and dragging denji and power inside while you bath #csm x reader #aki x you #aki smut #csm smut #— the cliches ™

[underoospeterparker]

OMG OMG PRI CONGRATS ON 600! SO HAPPY FOR YOU. YOU DESERVE IT MWAH 💋

I have a coral for you 🪸!

what about jj Maybank x Spider-Man au?

AAH OMG I LOVE UR WORK <3

ily!! thank u for requesting!

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jj maybank x spiderman!au, 1k words

hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, swearing

You sat on the sofa in the Chateau, surrounded by Kiara and Sarah while you drank from your beers and chatted. A realisation struck you suddenly and you turned to Kiara.

"Kie, where's JJ?" You asked her, slightly worried that your boyfriend hadn't shown up yet. He was normally always at the Chateau and if he wasn't, it meant something was most likely wrong.

Kiara shrugged, then turned over on the couch to face you and Sarah, beer on her lap. "Dunno," she replied, "but I heard him telling John B he had to go home for something."

"Shit," you whispered. Sarah nodded along with you. JJ's dad was violent. Violent enough that he would beat up his son and not feel even slightly guilty about it. "I'm gonna go check up on him," you said, placing your unfinished bottle on the table, "is that okay?"

Sarah smiled. "Go ahead." You looked to Kiara for confirmation. She rolled her eyes and gestured to the door playfully.

Once you were outside, you let out a breath that you'd been holding in your lungs for far too long. "(Y/N)!" John B called to you from the porch steps. You turned around, and he asked, "where're you going?"

"Need to find Jayj," you replied, a grim look on your face. John B nodded. "Can I take the Twinkie?" You gave him and Pope your best puppy dog eyes, and John B finally relented, throwing you the keys. "Thanks, JB."

He smiled at you. "Don't thank me. Just go find JJ, okay?"

Even Pope looked worried, lip caught between his teeth, no matter how much he tried to hide it. "Tell him hi for us," Pope yelled to you in the distance, and you gave him a thumbs up.

-

"JJ, you come back here right now!"

He slammed his house door shut, ignoring his father's angry shouts as he jogged to an alley out of view. He slung his backpack off his shoulder, and unzipped his bag, changing into his suit as quickly as possible.

JJ hid his bag behind a dumpster with his mask in hand. He jumped from rooftop to rooftop while trying to put his mask on with one hand, the other shooting webs as quickly as the tiny device would allow him.

People on the streets stared, pointing up at him as he moved quickly on top of the buildings. Many pulled out their phones from the pockets to record him as he swung past, and JJ grinned under the mask, even throwing up a peace sign in one of the selfies.

He made his usual rounds, but nothing very interesting was going on. JJ started to head back to his house, but stopped when he saw the Twinkie parked outside and you walking up to the porch steps, hesitating and looking around with a worried look at your face.

"J?" You called, a frown tilting the corner of your lips down. Your boyfriend watched as his dad swung the door open, cigarette between his lips, staggering down the porch steps. You retreated, stumbling on your shoelace before you steadied yourself.

You nodded. "Luke," you acknowledged him, "you seen JJ?"

Luke frowned. "No, I haven't seen the little shit." He looked confused. "You know where he is," he came to the conclusion, reaching towards you.

"No, I don't, dumbass," you replied, clearly not scared of him. "Why the hell else would I come to you?"

JJ's dad's hand reached for your throat, tightening until your airway was completely blocked up and you were gasping for air. He squeezed your neck.

"You know where he is," he repeated dumbly, a psychotic grin spreading across his face, his hold faltering, "and you'll tell me right now, or-"

Out of nowhere, Luke was kicked straight into the dumpster, and his hold on you released. You collapsed to the ground, desperately trying to get air back into your empty lungs.

From the corner of your eye, you realised it was none other than Spiderman who had come to your rescue. The masked vigilante that had been swinging across Outer Banks ever since John B's dad had disappeared.

With one of your hands braced against the ground, your other came up to your neck to gingerly touch at the bruise. You let go, wincing, as you heard a soft thwip and Luke was tied up, unconscious.

Spiderman knelt in front of you, the black triangles that resembled his eyes peering at you, almost concerned. Then, he reached up to his head and pulled the mask off entirely, and it was none other than JJ.

You gasped in both shock and pain when he pressed at your neck gently, tilting his head so he could inspect the bruise. "'m sorry, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice soft. "You doing okay?"

You looked at him, mouth agape in shock, unable to form words. "What the hell, JJ? You're Spiderman?" You managed, stuttering, your words unfinished.

JJ's face softened even further, if that was even possible. "Yeah," he said, sheepish. "Couldn't tell you, honey, or it would put you at risk. Needed to keep my girl safe, alright?"

At this, you relaxed, and he pulled you into a hug. You rested your head against his chest, his heartbeat a soothing sound to your ears. JJ stroked at your hair gently, scratching at your scalp until you went lax in your arms. You heard a grunt, but it wasn't from JJ. You pulled back, both of you turning your attention to Luke.

JJ's dad blinked his eyes open, his gaze going straight to JJ. He sighed. "Now, what the actual fu-"

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[telemi]

εїз ﹢🥂 𓂂 genshin men as story genres ! ( 100% )

𓂅 ！“juliet to your romeo, how i heard you say”

꒰ featuring ! ꒱ diluc, zhongli, childe, thoma, kaeya, heizou, dottore ?!

꒰ cw ! ꒱ vampire au (diluc’s part), mentions of blood, rex incognito official lore (only slight mentions), reader was harassed (zhongli’s part), historical au (zhongli’s part), mcd (zhongli’s part), heavy angst (zhongli’s part), very introverted reader (heizou’s part) ?!

꒰ a/n ! ꒱ TYSM FOR 400!! >< special thanks to my moots mwah mwah ily /p <33

vampire au // DILUC

he’s a vampire who has lived for hundreds of years. only recently have their clan ordained that they should stop drinking blood forcefully, one must receive the permission of a human possibly through a contract — verbal or written, or in common cases, through gaining their trust. he is not adept in loving someone, he tried contracts upon contracts but all the humans scramble away from him in fear. he needs a human, a blood supply or whatever, to drink blood from otherwise he’ll die. now on the brink of death, he stumbles across a college student which is you.

stressed and burdened from university, you find yourself sitting in an empty park with a strange man by your side. truth is, you left your apartment because of a shitty roommate who kept complaining because you didn’t clean her room. yeah that’s right, she treats you like a servant. you and her were at odds since before but this was the last straw. the last thing you would do is go back to that hellish apartment and stay with her.

“you,” he starts, voice husky and dry. “yes?” you reply, heart beating violently against your chest because of the steady silence of the place. “do you want to sign a contract with me?” he asks in such a serious tone that you refuse to believe that he was joking. “oh, ah, i’m afraid i have pressing matters to attend to rather than taking a job. thank you for the offer though.” you chuckle nervously, shifting your eyes to a much clearer view of the man beside you. he wears clothes that are all black, his hair is messy, and his peculiar eye color. his crimson-stained eyes makes eye contact with you and you involuntarily shudder with a sense of fear.

“i don’t mean a job,” he sighs, his gaze turning away. “i can help you, i can pay for your needs or find you a place to stay, just — please, help me.” he begs you with a trembling voice and you think about it for a second. “okay, i’ll help.” his ears perk up at your answer and you continue. “but only for a year. next year, on new year’s eve, this—” referring to you and him, “should end.”

“deal.”

right person, wrong time // ZHONGLI

you met the said man when you were nineteen. he was dressed simply in a brown attire, it wasn’t exactly made with the finest material and it looked old and tattered. in the eyes of everyone, he seemed like a poor commoner struggling to make ends meet. though you two were merely strangers, he came by your side when your superior harassed you uncontrollably without a stop. ever since then, you’ve started being friends and you will not lie, but being with him gives you a big sense of relief and comfort. as time flies by, you get to know that he has a lot of secrets to hide and even though you do have a lot to share, there’s one thing that you will never reveal to him — the fact that you’re terminally ill.

only then when he stopped by your house and saw you coughing up blood does he realize what the true state of your health is.

he would offer to help you again — give you his jewelries to sell, give you mora, pray to celestia—! but in all honesty, he knows it was all to no avail. this is the unfortunate truth of the world, you were a mortal and he was a god. saving you was far from possible but... why is it that his heart aches so much as he clasps your hands in his, kissing your forehead and begging anyone— everyone! not to take you away from him. you were nearing death and all he could do was kneel against your frail body and take whatever there is left of your presence.

your lifeless eyes look at him one last time as you smile weakly against his trembling fingers.

“i love you.”

and he vows that in your next life, he’ll tell you everything — morax, liyue, everything. for he is the sole survivor of the love that you shared with him.

childhood friends to lovers + slight enemies to lovers // CHILDE, THOMA

you and him were the best of friends, like two peas in a pod. as a child, you two were inseparable. that is until he suddenly moves out of town and leaves nothing for you to find — a letter, a text, nothing. he left you without a word and deep hatred stemmed from within your heart, and you were sure to remember that feeling for years to come. years passed ever since then and now you were in college, you moved into the capital city of your country since that was where your university resides.

only when you enter the building of the said university, do you see a guy who’s VERY familiar. you squint, trying to figure out who that is and there it is — that cheeky smile you’ve known ever since your childhood. you weren’t sure how to approach him, but one thing you’re sure about is the fact that you need to confront him about something — the reason why he left you without a word.

forbidden love w/ a criminal // DOTTORE

you were from a noble family in teyvat, while he works as a researcher for the fatui. your family doesn’t approve of him, i mean have you seen him???? 1.) he lacks basic manners (apparently :sighs:) and 2.) they say that he doesn’t deserve you at all! but you think otherwise.

no matter how much you beg your parents to accept him, they just wouldn’t budge. so he proposes the idea to elope, and you complied very easily. that night you left your home, your status, and your family. wearing a black cloak you see him atop of a horse, he notices your presence and picks you up as you both run away from your manor. finally, you’re out of that constrained life of yours.

a love accident..?? // HEIZOU, KAEYA

he was deeply in love with your sister. she was a natural cheery girl, whilst you were a quiet person who doesn’t like interacting with people that much. but the thing is, your sister doesn’t like him back, so he comes up with a strange plan that is sure to work. he goes into a witch’s shop, purchasing a small but effective love potion that needed to be dropped on your sister’s tea.

surely enough, the three of you had tea together and he drops the mixture as expected. what he and you didn’t know, was that you were the one who took a sip of the spiked tea. he was in disbelief when you suddenly cling to him and say a lavish amount of ‘i love you’s’ and ‘marry me’s’ that your sister squealed in excitement. that evening, she says that you and heizou are very in love and that you two are ‘planning for a marriage’ to happen — and your parents are more than delighted to arrange your engagement with him.

there, within a single night, you get betrothed to him. and now he’s freaking out because everyone believes that you two are passionate lovers when in reality, this is all because of his stupid mistake! just how is he going to live like this, how is he going to live with you?

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[doyozen]

hiya! can I req fashion designing student!reader w idol!haech? like the reader is designing a shirt or wtv as a present for his birthday. just wholesome fluff <3 love ya.

HI ANON THANK U FOR UR REQUEST<33 sorry this took so long, i wanted to make sure it was as well thought out as possible. i hope u enjoy mwah ily

idol!haechan x gn!reader

warnings cursing & just fluff

“so, whatcha getting me for my birthday?” haechan teases, plopping down next to you after you sat down yourself, taking a short break from fitting the dreamies to a bunch of stage outfits.

you still had no clue how you got as lucky as to end up being a stylist for the famous kpop company, sm, just a few years into fashion school where you’d dedicated your life to designing.

it became your passion the second you were old enough to put your own outfits together, and you made it a goal of yours to eventually have your own clothing line. you were far from that, however, but your job now was a huge step.

you shrugged, pretending as if you had no clue what you were going to get haechan for his birthday when in fact you knew exactly what. “nothing, maybe.”

he gasped playfully. “nothing?! i got you a cute bracelet for yours!”

you smiled at the memory, how the boy actually went iut of his way to buy you an expensive piece of jewelry for your birthday a couple months ago. sure, he got all the staff little things for their birthdays but jeno was confident in the fact that haechans to you was completely from his heart.

right, and after spending enough time with nct dream, you kinda sorta found yourself falling for lee haechan.

haechan gasps in disbelief, not taking the disrespect from his groupmate. “i’m sorry, i don’t recall them calling you their favorite member?”

your laughter dies down and you look at him in confusion. “don’t lie to these people.”

your laughter dies down and you look at him in confusion. “don’t lie to these people.”

“of all people, y/n, and haechan’s your favorite…” another staff member clicked her tongue, “i’m disappointed.”

you laughed again, even though haechan calling himself your favorite member was pulled straight out of his ass and you never actually said so, his reaction to being ganged up on was still hilarious.

it was finally time to go after a long day, and haechan insisted on walking you through the building even though he had to go in the entire other direction. “are you gonna do anything for your birthday?”

the other shrugged, “i don’t know, i’m hoping the 127 hyungs have something planned for me. otherwise, i’ll be making my way over to your place.”

your heart skipped a beat at the suggestion but you truly couldn’t tell if he was serious or not, and you couldn’t tell if he was flirting or if it was just haechan being haechan.

“you’re welcome anytime,” you played along.

“in all seriousness,” he started, “if i do end up doing anything, like a get together or something, i want you there.”

you fought a smile the best you could, and you knew the harder you fell the deeper shit you were in. the two of you stopped at the entrance of the building, where you had to go out alone and you turned to each other.

“are you sure…? like, i’m really just your stylist, you don’t have to—”

“nuh uh, i’m inviting you because i want to. don’t be weird.” he quickly shut you up, not allowing you to make it seem like you hadn’t grown really close in the time you’ve been working there.

because you had no idea why you were still struggling with the fact that before he was an idol, he was a human being and was fully capable of having friends outside his group.

you nodded, feeling slightly stupid. “alright, i’ll be there. i’ll see you tomorrow!”

haechan didn’t get a chance to say it back when you hurried out the doors in hopes of him not noticing your flushed cheeks.

you were worried you were becoming too obvious, as the feelings just got even stronger after you acknowledged them yourself and the gift you had planned for him wasn’t exactly helping your case. you’d begun designing him a shirt, and although it was your passion, you couldn’t help but wonder if it was a little too intimate.

your roommate, your best friend, the only person who knew about your feelings for haechan reassured you it was more than perfect.

“you know what i found out about sm today?” she asked, hardly giving you time to fully shut the door.

you hummed and dropped your bag, slipping your shoes off and hung your jacket. “they allow their idols to date with the exception that it has to be kept a secret, so… you know what i’m thinking.”

you didn’t even have to look her way to know that there was a smirk plastered along her lips. “no way?! that’s so great for them!” you beamed sarcastically.

her face dropped as she glared and you made your way to your room to finish up haechans gift. “do you realize you could literally be dating an idol? the worst that could happen is he says ‘sorry, i don’t feel the same way,’ and you forget about it and move on.”

you look at her in disbelief as she speaks about you getting rejected as if its no big deal. “you’re unbelievable.”

“i have literally never seen you so strung up on someone this much before,” she argues, “if you don’t confess soon, i’m gonna be more heartbroken than you.”

her voice gets quieter with each step closer away from her. “you’ll survive! i’d rather not risk our friendship!” you shout back.

“you’re designing clothes for him! you won’t even do that for me!”

it’s true. you were using up your remaining fabric for him to make him a shirt. he’d jokingly said previously how much he’d love it if you designed something strictly for him, something only he would have and after giving it some thought, you decided that it actually wasn’t a bad idea.

your hands worked the embroidery machine all the way until the very last stitch and you pulled back, examining your work and nodded in satisfaction. you pulled out your phone from your pocket after you felt it vibrate a few times.

haechan: the members are pretending to not remember my bday send help

such an old stupid prank

but what if they really dont have anything planned for me💔💔

you: youll live

haechan: I WONT LIVEEE Y/N IM GONNA DIE

lee donghyuck 2000-2022 cause of death: lack of attention from y/n

my bday is literally tmr dont do this to me😡

you: wait ur bdays tmr??

haechan: STOPPPP

Omg

do i have to get you fired

you: SHUT IP WHAT THE DHELL

haechan: HAAHAHAHAH

im so funny

thats what u get

you: im keeping your gift

haechan: NO

you wouldn’t dare

you: wanna bet

haechan: no i do not wanna bet

i want my gift fucker

<3 give it to me now

you: tomorrow

haechan: fine

call me

back at the dorms

johnny wants to say hi

the casualty of him telling you to call him was simply because it became a routine between the two of you. you facetimed often and sometimes fell asleep on the phone together… you were in way too deep.

the phone hardly finished ringing on the other end and soon a barefaced haechan was displayed on your screen, while you set the phone up for him to see your face but his birthday gift was out of his view.

“hi,” he grinned.

you laughed at his goofy little smile. “hello. where’s johnny?”

“that was a lie to get you to pick up.”

you furrowed your eyebrows, fighting a snort. “haechan, do you realize that you do not need to bribe me with johnny for me to pick up?”

“i don’t know, i felt the energy shift between us after you mentioned that he’s your bias.” he teases.

he sets down his phone on the desk and sits at his gaming chair, where you get a full view of his upper body and you just gulp, admiring how attractive he looked in casual clothes and messy hair.

“y/n?”

“hm?” you snap back to reality. “oh, yeah no, that was a joke.”

“was it? i saw you drooling over him last week.”

you get ready to snap back at him until you realize that the two boys share a room. “…tell me he’s not there with you right now.”

he laughs, “he’s not, look,” and pans the camera around his room to reveal he’s completely alone.

“good,” you nod, taking the risky decisions to play along to his little tactics, “because he is so hot, seriously. duh i was drooling over him, he was shirtless on that stage.”

the boys face drops and his brows scrunch together, and you do everything in your power not to let a grin form. he stares at you until you have to break the silence. "why're you looking at me like that?"

"i... can't believe you just said that about johnny."

"i mean, am i wrong? is he not so, extremely, hot—"

the boy interrupts you by shushing you, and you fail to hold in your laughter. you explode in fits of giggles while haechan still tries to process what he was hearing.

"it's not funny," he pouts, "i thought you were joking..."

"what's wrong? you don't want me to think that johnny's attractive?" you tease, expecting haechan to play along.

"no."

the straight forward answer takes you by surprise and you have to stop what you're doing. his playful facial expression had disappeared and he had his arms crossed, leaned back in his chair and raised eyebrows as if he was testing you.

you were practically sweating under his gaze, even though it was through a phone screen, and you opened your mouth to speak. your door being swung open made you unable to get anything out.

"do you want—oh, hi haechan! do you want pizza for dinner, y/n?"

"can i have some?" the other asks.

"yeah, pizzas fine," you respond quickly, praying your roommate hadn't heard anything from your conversation. she'd never live it down if she heard what haechan just said to you.

she nods and leaves the room, the tension growing thick once the door was closed, and you had no idea what to say. "did you see the dream show performance?" he asked suddenly, as if the previous conversation didn't just happen.

"uh, yeah," you nod and go back to embroidering his shirt.

"i really wanna do a more mature concept with the dreamies," he added, "like how we did at the show, but with an actual comeback."

"you guys would kill that," you assured.

the other hummed and grabbed his headset, putting it over his ears and the light of his monitor flashed on his face, you figured he was getting ready to play a game. "oh, want me to hang up, so you can play?"

he looks at you as if you just told him the world was ending. "of course not... weirdo."

you went the rest the call mostly in silence, but haechan insisted on staying on the phone with you, so you just enjoyed each others presence. that is if you don’t count the loud thoughts clouding your mind, wondering if his gestures were truly platonic.

the next day you were awaken with another call from haechan, watching him excitedly get ready and beam about it being his birthday.

“happy birthday, old man,” you managed to groan out, as you’d still were trying to fully wake up.

“wow, how kind of you,” he sarcastically remarks, “but thank you anyways. i’m gonna talk to my manager about letting you and some other staff come to the dorms to celebrate with me and the guys.”

you nod and the thought of being at his dorm made you anxious. in the time you’d known him, your relationship was strictly professional (with the exception of facetime calls) and you’d never even been close to his dorm room, and he’s only seen your apartment from his phone screen. you were a little doubtful that he would be able to pull it off, but still tried to stay optimistic about it.

the call was cut off as you got into your car to drive to the company, where you instantly saw a poster for haechans birthday plastered on the doors, as they did for all their idols birthday. you stopped to take a picture just incase he missed it.

“good morning,” you greeted as you stepped into the dressing room, where some dreamies sat, getting fitted by some other stylists. you scanned the room for a sight of haechan but he was nowhere to be found.

“good morning!” jisung greeted, turning his phone in your direction, “i wanna post this on bubble for hyungs birthday, is it good? will he kill me for it being too ugly?”

the picture in question was far from ugly, or maybe you could never even find haechan ugly even if you wanted to. “it’s ugly, you should post it.”

jisung looked at you from his chair and grinned, nodding with satisfaction. “i knew i could count on you.”

“speaking of the devil,” another member joined, and everyone turned their heads in the direction of the doorway, where the birthday boy had just entered.

despite the constant teasing thrown his way, the entire room made it a goal to be as loud as possible, shouting 'happy birthday's his way and you could see a clear attempt to hide his genuine excitement with a cocky smirk.

"oh my gosh, my fans are so kind, thank you," he boasts, faking a sob and wiped a tear that wasn't there. he briefly greeted and thanked everyone until his eyes landed on yours, and it felt like he'd been waiting all day to lock eyes with you.

you grinned, "happy birthday."

"where's my gift?" he ignores, and you fully expected that from him.

you gather—not his gift—but your tools to fit the members to certain pieces. "you can get it later."

he scrunches his nose, a gesture you found insanely cute, but doesn't protest, and moments later his eyes widen in realization. "oh! also, i did talk to my manager about the thing i mentioned last night, and it's a yes."

"you serious?" you asked in disbelief.

he hummed confidently. so you stand corrected. "it'll be you, some other noonas, the dream members, and only some 127 hyungs because apparently some have work, or whatever. not sure what could possibly be more important than haechan day."

you snort, "yeah, for sure."

for the rest of your work day, you could visibly see the excitement on haechans face as he awaited to get finished with schedules and get to his little get together.

the second it's over you force yourself to miss haechans goodbye and run back to your apartment, grabbing his gift and back to the company where their manager would escort you and a few other staff members back to the dorm.

your heart was beating faster than usual as you awaited for the door to open, and seconds later, mark was swinging the door open.

there was little decoration, besides one little sign that said 'happy birthday' and music playing loud enough to where only anyone inside would hear. it was calm, just what haechan wanted.

the birthday boy was occupied with conversation and there was a table with a few presents on it, and you debated on if you wanted to give yours to him personally or not.

there wasn’t much time to think about it because jeno had approached you. “is that his gift?”

you hummed. “what is it?”

the boy notices your hesitant expression. “i won’t tell him, just tell me. or… if you want me to tell him, i gladly will—”

“no, do not tell him,” you quickly interrupt, “it’s a shirt that i designed for him. i just don’t know if i want to put it on the table with everyone else’s, or give it to him myself.”

“give it to him yourself,” jeno decides almost immediately, and you could tell he was desperately trying to play cupid, but his quick response seemed a little too… genuine. “i know haechan, i know he’d want you to. yours is really like, personal, right?”

you nod, knowing you couldn’t deny the truth that was standing right in front of you. “then do that, and maybe confess while you’re at it.” he suggests, whispering the last part of his sentence.

you roll your eyes playfully, as much as you trusted jeno, you seriously couldn’t allow yourself to put yours and haechans relationship at risk. you were too scared it’d become awkward after you got rejected.

jeno gives you a look that says “don’t disappoint me” before walking away, and you silently and mentally apologize to him because you were definitely going to disappoint him.

you stand there alone for a second until haechan finally finds you in the small crowd, his face lighting up at the sight of you and you watch as he comes your way. “you came!”

your body freezes when he throws his arms around you, you don’t think he’d ever hugged you so eagerly, or even, ever. it takes you a moment to process what was happening but you soon wrap your own arms around his torso.

“what’s this?” he asks once he pulls away.

“your gift, duh.”

he gasps as if he didn’t already know you’d be bringing his gift. “can i open it now?”

“if you want—” you don’t have time to finish your sentence when haechan grabs a hold of your wrist and pulls you away from the party, where neither of you could be seen.

“okay, it’s not like there’s a gift table or anything,” you mumble.

“so?” he questions, hands too focused on ripping his gift open.

you shrug even though he wasn’t looking and don’t say anything else, watching him drop the box that contained the main gift on the floor and unfold the shirt you spent weeks on. your eyes instantly move to his face, carefully awaiting his reaction.

to say he didn’t disappoint was an understatement. his mouth dropped open and he looked completely speechless, you honestly thought he may have been a bit too dramatic but you appreciated the efforts.

“y/n…” he sighs, “i cannot believe you actually did this.”

“i mean, it was your idea.”

“i was totally joking but holy shit, i’ve never been so grateful that someone took my words to heart.”

you laugh and watch as haechan grazed his fingers over his initials that you stitched in, along with his birth year with a marble-like design into it. you were quite impressed with yourself.

he seemed to be, too. “how the hell did you make fabric look like marble… y/n…”

his tone made it sound like he was scolding you and you couldn’t help another chuckle fall past your lips. he finally looks from his shirt and to you. “thank you. like seriously thank you, this is incredible.”

your heart flutters at the way his usual sarcastic self had disappeared, and he looked entirely genuine and thankful. with his eyes staring so deeply into yours, all you can do is nod and pray he didn’t hear how fast your heart was beating.

“can i tell you something?” he asked suddenly.

you nod, and he continues. “when i got you that bracelet, i told the jewelry store that it was for my significant other.”

it takes a moment for you to process and you can only furrow your eyebrows. “it’s weird, i know, i just wanted to pretend that you were mine? i guess? i have no idea, i don’t know why i told you that, i’m sorry—”

“haechan… what exactly are you trying to say right now?” you asked, hoping the assumptions you were creating in your head were right.

he looks at you and you can see his adams apple bop as he gulps nervously. “i don’t really know how else to say this but, i like you. i really like you. i truly don’t know what’s making me say this right now, i guess i have hope that you feel the same way, considering this very thought out gift. i mean you got jisung a gift card for his birthday…”

you laugh at both the memory and the way he was able to connect the dots with such ease. you nod with a breath of relief. “i do feel the same way, fuck, i can’t believe you like me.”

he looks at you in utter disbelief, “why’d you say it like that? you’re literally out of my league, y/n.”

then it was your turn to look at him in disbelief. “…you did not just say that.”

“you really have no idea how great you are,” he sighs, “i’m in my corny era, but, i’m so happy you feel the same.”

you pretend to cringe. “so cheesy. but same.”

“do we kiss now?”

your eyes widen and nearly pop out of your head, but haechan laughs and you realize it was one of his tactics to get a reaction out of you. however, the sound of kissing him sounded more than delightful.

you hit his arm and he throws his hands up in defense. “i’m sorry. what i meant to say was, can i kiss you?”

all and any annoyance leaves your body and you’re left with yet another pounding heart due to his gestures. you’ll never understand how easily effected you are just by his existence.

“yeah, you can kiss me,” you nod, and despite the nerves bubbling in each of your stomachs, he places a gentle hand on your cheek and leans in.

his lips find yours and your eyes flutter shut to enjoy the moment, the moment that you were positive would never happen, but there you were, locking lips with none other than lee haechan.

the kiss is short and sweet but still satisfactory, and the two of you are pulling away before you got carried away. at that point you’d been away from the party for quite some time.

“what does this make us?” you asked, unable to contain your curiosity.

“nothing, not until i take you on a couple dates first,” he reassures, “i wanna do it the traditional way.”

you laugh, “wow, i didn’t know you were such a hopeless romantic.”

“oh, you have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into. i’m about to become ten times more annoying.” he slings his arm around your shoulder and pulls you in as close as possible, and you swear you’re dreaming.

“two can play that game.”

“i’m crazy about you.” he swoons.

you squint your eyes together, “back to the party, old man.”

#nct fanfic #nct fanfiction #nct dream #nct dream fanfic #nct scenarios #nct dream scenarios #haechan scenarios #haechan #haechan x reader #jeno #chenle #jisung #mark #renjun #jaemin #nct fluff #haechan fluff #nct x reader

[elsweetheart]

pussywarming!!!!!! no bc u actually just put a name to somethin i’ve been thinking about for ages…need her to hold me there even if there’s no expectation of sex at that moment, just her big warm hand gently cupping n protecting u there :( feel like it would b so comforting, knowing how much she loves u and ur pussy at every moment regardless of if it leads to sex or not <//3 u are her sweet girl and that’s her sweet pussy, at all times always

ilu kittie that actually made me feel soso much better already, all i needed was some abby thoughts n some kittie time!! m soso glad u like what i send, u are by far my fave person to bounce ideas around with <3 mwah mwah mwah

ily dolly i’m so glad !!!! <33333

but yes !!!!!! it’s just a warm comforting feeling like i could cry :( maybe when you just feel empty or just cold or need her, she’ll be standing there and you’ll come up to her all close and gently take her hand and put it there, leaning your head softly to her chest. and she’d look down at you with a little concerned frown and stroke the back of your head and be like “you okay baby? you need me?” all soft and sweet waaaa i luv her

#dolly lovie💌 #abby anderson x reader

[kaiapaia]

the fall of icarus

Pairing: Suguru Geto/Reader, hinted Satoru Gojo/Reader

WC: 3269 (do not perceive me)

Content warnings: canon typical violence, for both Star Wars and Jujutsu Kaisen. Also, I borrow some plot beats from the Hidden Inventory/Premature Death arcs, so there are some potential spoilers if you haven't seen those yet.

I saw the lovely @strawberrystepmom 's It Takes A Galaxy collab and immediately knew I had to write something for our greatly beloved tragic bastard.

This was so much fun to write, as a mash up of two of my favorite universes. I did kind of play fast and loose with the lore of both series, but it was all in the name of ~drama~ so I feel like it was for a good cause. Two things I do want to mention, just for clarity's sake, is that Reader uses a modified version of Force Empathy, and that when a force user falls to the dark side, their eyes turn yellow. IDK if that's technically canon in Star Wars anymore, but I thought it was a cool detail from the older stuff and decided to use here.

Minors and ageless blogs, DNI. If you don't have an age in your bio or pinned I will block you.

There is a specter that dogs your steps in the halls of the Temple. A name, only muttered in hushed whispers in the shadowed corners. Most will refer to him as the fallen one, as if saying his name will bring misfortune. 

You know him as Suguru Geto. 

He was your friend, once. 

You remember his smile, and the way it made his dark eyes crinkle and his whole face soften. The way his big hands felt warm even through your layers of robes as he would correct your form during saber drills. The low, smoky timbre of his voice that made even the driest of texts hypnotizing to listen to. 

Most importantly, you remember the day he left. Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo, freshly Knighted and already being hailed as some of the Order’s best and brightest, sent on a mission so important that they couldn’t tell you anything other than they were leaving. Gojo ruffled your hair and promised that he would bring you back something sweet. Geto pulled you into a hug and promised that they wouldn’t be gone long. You remember the sound of their laughter in the hangar, and the smiles on their faces as they waved goodbye from the cockpits of their starfighters. 

Geto was right, they weren’t gone long. Just a few short days, long enough to miss them but not long enough to worry. When you got the ping that their ships had docked, you ducked out of meditation and hurried to the hangar to greet them.

When they emerged from their ships, you didn’t need the Force to tell you that something went wrong. You reached for it anyway, drawing it around you like a comforting blanket as you took in their expressions. Gojo had his eyes covered, a rare sight on Temple grounds, and walked without his usual boisterous charm. He half-heartedly ruffled your hair, resting his hand on your head for a moment before moving past you. 

Geto avoided your touch entirely. His face was dark and drawn, black eyes inscrutable. He met your eyes for a second, before hurrying past you into the Temple. You reached out to him with the Force, and felt a wave of anger and pain so potent it hit you like a punch to the gut. The contact lasted for just a second, severed on his end as he turned to look at you. The expression on his face reminded you of a wounded animal backed into a corner, savage with pain. It was the first time he’d looked at you and made you believe that he could hurt you. 

Things changed, after that. Gojo seemed to recover the fastest, bouncing around the Temple with his usual antics. He started seeking you out more, and finding increasingly transparent excuses to touch you, like draping an arm around your shoulders as you walked in the halls or dropping his head in your lap when he would find you studying in the archives. Each time, you would reach out with the Force, tapping into your abilities to connect to Gojo’s emotions. His control was ironclad, so you rarely were able to forge a connection, but there were sometimes where you caught a trace of a deep sorrow. On those days, Gojo seemed more withdrawn, and would burrow into your touch like a small child seeking comfort. You let him, using your abilities to push feelings of calm through the bond you shared. 

Geto began avoiding you. Like Gojo, he made an effort to return to normal, but it fell through quickly. He no longer joined in on Gojo’s teasing commentary, and avoided your touch. You reached out to him with increasing desperation, trying to rekindle the embers of your connection, and were met with silence at every turn. 

There were moments where you would wake up at night, sensing Geto’s presence outside your door. He would linger just outside your room, as if he couldn’t bring himself to knock. Each time, you would get up and go to the door. At first, you would open it to invite him in, but he would disappear before the door could slide open. After, you would stand behind the door, feeling his presence and letting him feel yours. You would rest a hand on the cold plasteel, and for those moments in the dead of night, it was almost like you could feel the warmth of his hand on the other side.

You also began to feel eyes on you. It’s not uncommon to be watched in the Temple, but it usually happens during lessons, sparring, or meditations, with instructors keeping an eye on students who might need assistance or masters looking at prospective padawans. Those eyes are usually calm and detached, the gaze feeling almost clinical as it passes over you. This gaze is heavy, like a physical touch. It feels almost… covetous. You feel it most when you’re alone, usually poring over a holocron in the archives or practicing your lightsaber forms late into the night. In those moments, you can feel those eyes following a bead of sweat that slips down your neck into the loosened collar of your robes like a lover’s touch, soft and possessive. 

In your heart, you know who those eyes belong to. The Jedi teach their students to let go, and that attachment leads down a dark and dangerous path. But you can’t deny that you’ve looked at him the same way- stolen glances admiring the curve of his jaw, or the way his muscles flex under his tunic as he moves effortlessly through his saber forms. You’ve felt it, a need that simmers low in your gut, a dark whisper to sink your teeth in and never let go. It’s something that you’ve spent many hours of meditation trying to will away, very carefully thinking about anything else. It’s an honor to be chosen, to be brought to the Temple and trained. You won’t let this temptation lead you astray, and you won’t let this feeling call one of your dearest friends away from the Light. 

Geto begins to spend more and more time in the archives. You see him moving like a specter, the light of the holocrons casting strange shadows over his bone white face. His eyes are dark and the bags under his eyes are darker, and you notice that his robes hang more loosely on his body. The next time that you see Shoko, you bring it up, and she shrugs helplessly. 

“You can’t help someone who doesn’t want help,” she sighs. “All we can do is be there for him. Don’t worry too much, little light,” Shoko ruffles your hair affectionately. “He’s a big strong boy. Focus on your studies for now. Look for some fancy theological problem you can argue over with him once he pulls himself together.” 

You swat Shoko’s hands away from your hair and smile. A voice calls her name, and she hastily puts out the very against Temple rules cigarette and throws it into a nearby wastebin. “Duty calls. Take it easy,” she gives you a little salute as she makes her way in the direction of the voice. 

The smile on your face is weak, and fades when Shoko turns her back. She’s older and more experienced, and has known Geto longer. Still, you can’t shake the feeling of wrongness that has been dogging your steps, and is getting steadily more insistent as Geto continues to withdraw into himself. 

Gojo is the next person on your list, but he’s been increasingly more difficult to pin down. Since being Knighted, he has fully come into his powers, and is a darling of all the masters. You hear whispers in the halls, calling him the strongest knight the Order has seen in over six hundred years. He is regularly dispatched on high profile missions and sent as an envoy of the Order to the Senate- you hear his name everywhere but rarely catch a glimpse of the man himself.

You never see him without his blindfold, anymore.

Geto is the moon to Gojo’s sun. He is still respected as one of the strongest of this generation of knights. He takes the missions he’s assigned without complaint. He never tells anyone where he’s going or when he’s going to be back, and you have to make a nuisance of yourself to have any idea where in the galaxy he is. When he is at the Temple, Geto makes an effort to act like things are normal. He laughs and jokes with Shoko, and assists with the training of the younger knights when he can. His smiles don’t reach his eyes, and he still won’t touch you. You’ve reached out to him with the Force, and it’s like there’s an obsidian wall between you, glittering black and diamond hard. 

Looking back, you think the catalyst was the Jinata mission. You don’t remember the details, but you vividly remember the pyre.Yu Haibara was your age, a new knight sent on one of his first missions without the supervision of a master. He was outgoing and friendly, liked by everyone around him. Even though the body was covered during the funeral, you could picture his warm brown eyes and bright smile. Kento Nanami, another young knight your age, had gone on the mission with him. His face was badly beaten, the firelight of the pyre flickering across the yellowing edges of bruises that spattered across his elegant features. He was stoic, face set and hands folded in the deep sleeves of his robe. You wished you could offer him a hand, any reassuring touch to soften the grief you could feel roiling off him like a storm cloud. 

A few days later, Geto disappeared. 

At first, you assumed that he had just followed his normal procedure- taken a mission and left without telling anyone. So you waited, despite the anxiety clawing at your stomach. A week later, you woke up, gasping from a dream filled with so much blood and fire you could taste the iron and smoke on your tongue. You hadn’t been able to make out any faces in the carnage you had witnessed, but your instincts told you that something had happened to Geto, wherever he had gone. You threw yourself into meditations, playing the dream over and over, trying to glean any clarity or information from the chaos. You knew the masters would dismiss this as an anxiety fueled nightmare without proof, so you searched for some kernel of truth that would prove this was a Force premonition. 

You were still searching when the news broke. Suguru Geto, Knight of the Jedi Order, a murderer. He hadn’t returned within the time allotted for his mission, so the masters had dispatched a team to investigate. The knights had arrived to find the village Geto had been sent to help burned to ash, and every one of the villagers dead. The damning evidence was the distinctive wounds of a lightsaber blade on the corpses, burned almost beyond recognition. 

Flight records showed that Geto’s ship had returned to Coruscant, and the Temple began a manhunt for the rogue knight. Gojo and Shoko joined the search, both of them dropping everything. The masters squawked in indignance at having their most recognizable knight and one of their only healers leave their posts to trawl Coruscant’s underbelly, and in the resulting chaos you were able to slip out and search. 

Your abilities made you uniquely qualified for this. Closing your eyes, you reached out to the Force and let it wash over you. The noise of the endless city faded away, and the duracrete jungle bloomed with color as the auras of the people around you came into view. You shuttered your mind against the rising tide of thoughts, focusing your attention, looking for one signature as familiar to you as your own. You cast your net wide, and let yourself float in the sea of noise. You could be patient. 

It caught you off guard, when you finally sensed it. A presence, so close to you that you could taste it in the back of your throat. You recoiled at the seething mass of anger and malice, and opened your eyes to see a figure shrouded in black, backlit by the flickering neon at the mouth of the alley you had hidden yourself in. You scrambled to your feet, putting a hand on the hilt of your saber. Before you could make another move, the figure moved, so fast it looked like they teleported the short distance down the alley. One hand caught yours, gently pulling your wrist away from your saber. The other grasped your chin, thumb and forefinger softly but firmly pulling your gaze up to their face. 

Under the hood, you met their eyes. Blazing yellow irises, set in familiar fine boned features you’d dreamed about running your fingers over. Geto stood over you, radiating a power that he had kept locked away all your years together at the Temple. You felt your knees weaken under you, and the corner of his lips quirked up as he felt you sag in his grasp.

“Hello, little light,” he murmured, eyes sweeping over your face. “So brave of you, to leave your pretty tower and come looking for the murderer.”

“I don’t believe it,” you bring a hand up to his face, and he lets you touch him. His skin is warm, almost feverish. There is more color to his face than you have seen on his features for a long time, and the bags under his eyes have all but disappeared. All you can look at is his eyes. His deep inky gaze used to draw you in, and now you can’t look away from the burning gold of his irises. “Suguru, please. Tell me it isn’t true,” you beg, hand dropping to rest on his shoulder. 

He grabs your hand, flattening your palm over his heart. You can practically feel it racing through the layers of muscle and black robes that now cover his chest. “Look for yourself, little light. All my secrets are finally open to you.”

You close your eyes. It’s not strictly necessary, but you find yourself looking for solace from the way his eyes seem to pick you apart. Taking a deep breath, you focus on the beat of his heart and tap into the Force. Geto fully opens himself to you, and you have to fight to orient yourself as the riptide of his emotions and memories threatens to drag you under. You find yourself choked by feelings that are not your own; grief so sharp it feels like a knife in your ribs, rage that feels like a fire in your throat, and beneath it all a yawning chasm of despair that slowly begins to drown everything else out. 

Frantically you search through his memories. His most recent ones are a mess of blood and fire. You recognise the burning structures from your dream, and through his eyes you bear witness to the humming green of his lightsaber blade cutting through villagers. 

You feel tears running down your face as you watch the carnage in Geto’s memories. Gasping, you sever the connection, jerking your whole body away from the man in front of you, achingly familiar but now wholly a stranger. He doesn’t let you get far, pulling your hand back to his chest and looping his other arm around your waist, preventing you from pulling away. 

“Don’t run away, little light,” he croons, looking down at you as you fight to catch your breath through your tears. “Let yourself feel. You tried so earnestly to reach out to me, to ease my burden. The perfect little Jedi,” he sneered, his face twisting into something ugly for a moment before his features smoothed out again. 

“The Order teaches us to be ashamed of feeling anything other than tranquility. They train us to be perfect little emotionless soldiers, ready to fight and die for their cause. How many friends do we have to watch die, how many funerals do we have to attend without being able to grieve?” he smoothed a hand over your hair, cupping your cheek with a gentle hand. “It shouldn’t be like this, little light,” he turns your face to meet his eyes. “We shouldn’t be running around the galaxy, solving every little problem for every person too weak to fend for themselves while being afraid of our own emotions, our own desires.”

“The Force made us strong so we could help the weak,” you counter. 

“Why should we be given all this power to only serve those without it?” Geto asks. “Do you truly believe that because you were born with this gift, you are to live your entire life in servitude?” You see a gleam in his eye, a teasing twist to his mouth that sends a shiver down your spine. “Tell me, little light. When was the last time that you did something only because you wanted to? How many chances have you passed by to take something that you want?”

“I know of at least a few,” he purrs, his hand sliding back to the nape of your neck, his lips close enough to yours that you can feel the soft puffs of his breath. “I don’t need your empathy to see the longing glances, the way you would start to reach for me but catch yourself.”

Geto closes the gap between you, pressing a slow, teasing kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I’m right here. You don’t need to stop yourself anymore,” he whispers against your mouth. He’s so close, all it would take is a slight movement of your head. He waits for you to close the gap, and in that moment you think of all of the times you wished to be in this exact position, wrapped up in his arms and a breath away from the kind of kiss you’d only dreamed of.

He is a siren. The promise of his kiss and what it would mean calls to desires long since hidden in your heart. He is offering you everything you’ve wanted, and for a moment, you almost give in. 

Almost.

“Not like this,” you whisper against his waiting lips. Calling the Force to you, you blast him back down the alley with the palm still pressed against his chest. You meet his wild eyes and settle into a fighting stance, pulling the hilt of your saber to your hand. The blade ignites with a hiss, the light casting harsh shadows in the dark alley. “Suguru Geto, I must take you in for crimes against the Galactic Republic.” 

“So this is how it’s going to be,” he says with a sigh, standing to his full height and running a hand through his hair that had been blown out of its tie by your push. He pulls up the hood of his dark cloak, and steps out of the alley. You run forward, saber in hand, only to be greeted by a busy street of underworld denizens who recoil at the sight of your ignited blade. You frantically search for a trace of your old friend in the crowd. You feel a tug at your neck, as a familiar hand reaches around you to grab the pendant you wear.

 “I’ll see you again, little light,” Geto whispers in your ear. He waves at you when you whirl around, your pendant twinkling in his hand, before he fades into the crowd around you.

#jujutsu kaisen #suguru geto #jujustsu kaisen x reader #geto x reader #jjk star wars au #if you made it this far mwah ily #thank you for indulging my insanity #kaiawrites

[cheollipop]

seventeen game caterers has become my comfort show and I blame you entirely <33 ty for dragging me head first into these idiots ily mwah

orion aaa! 🥹

I'm so happy I got to introduce you to them all those months ago, and I hope they never stop giving you comfort! gose on repeat is the only reason I made it this far tbh hahaha ily mwah mwah ❤️

#ask #orion 🫐

[fatuismooches]

OMG THE REPLY TO MY ASKS IM CRYING nah cus first I read the bunny one and I'm like awwwh :) THEN I READ THE LETTER ONE AND IM LKKE AWWWH :( u have wrecked me emotionally ily I'm actually obsessed wit your dottore also like imagine all the rest of the harbingers avoiding dot like the plague after ur death ANW THANK YOU FOR REPLYING AAAHD ur so sweet 😭💗

I have so many dottore brainrots and lil things but I don't wanna clog up your asks LMAO

ANW LOVE U AGAIN BYE MWAH

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PLEASE I knew I had to make something fluffy to go along with the angst otherwise I wouldn't survive 😭 AND THANK U FOR LIKING MY DOTTIE ILY TOO 😭🌸🌹 I feel like even though the Harbingers weren't very close to him or you (maybe save for Pantalone, maybe you guys would have some kind of bond after seeing him in Dottore's lab so frequently) they can still see that your death has affected him, from the way he doesn't even bother to send a clone to the meetings, became far more crueler regarding his experimentation etc.

Also- this is random, but I really like the idea of the harbingers actually meeting dottore's fragile! reader - like they have seen you only occasionally. They have barely an idea who you are besides how you walk quite slowly and seem rather sluggish. Once in a while, you accompany Dottore to the meetings where you fiddle with some gadget he made you. You have some sort of mask or veil covering your face too and at first, they think you're some kind of lab rat Dottore keeps around for amusement. But they soon realize that you are treated with far too much care for you to just be an experiment. And so the Harbinger gossip gang forms and now all of them have a bit of interest in you, who even Pantalone claims to have never seen before. Until one day, you manage to wander off somehow or maybe a clone is in tow, and you stumble across the harbaes in the palace, and they try to sneakily ask you about everything and you very bluntly say "Hmm? I am Za-, Dottore's lover, if that's what you're asking." (Okay, that was too long and off topic - I'll leave now 🏃‍♀️💨)

And please feel free to send me your brainrots, I love reading them they're so good🥺💟

#smooches talks #🌕 anon #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #keep feeding me i love it <3 #LOVE U MOREEE BYE

[illegal-spiegel]

if u ever have the time I’d love to read some of your HCs about what spike would be like with his newborn kid/the mom since I was kind of obsessed with your pregnant reader hcs🥹 love your work!

YES OMG ANON YOURE SO SMART ILY MWAH

Read previous parts to this here or specifically this one!

well, you heard the man!

he wants to be there for his kid!

so bc he knows absolutely nothing about children other than they’re annoying, they cry for everything, and they’re a pain in the ass

he gets lots of baby and parenting books

after reading a few books, he learns something

he’s not going to be a good dad

he’s going to be the best dad, god dammit!

you’ve never seen him so fired up and focused before

this man is dedicated

definitely the type of s/o that is constantly worrying and fretting over you (he already lowkey did that before you were preggers, but now it’s like he’s on overdrive)

he legit thinks you’re made of glass, on god

he basically becomes super clingy and won’t leave you alone for two seconds 

sit him down and talk to him all you want about giving you personal space, it’ll just go in one ear and out the other 

“Okay, babe. I promise I’ll give you more space.” my ass

he goes on any and all missions with you, even if it’s just to get more food or to seal a deal with someone 

it doesn’t matter. He’s there, babyyyyy

okay but like he actually becomes like super sweet and it kinda scares you bc normally he’s...well, Spike

Mr. I-Don’t-Need-Anyone-Or-Anything is now Mr. BaBy-WhErE-ArE-yOu-GoInG-dO-YoU-NeEd-HeLp

okay but no fr he’s so sweet tho 

grabs anything and everything for you, rubs your feet, presses his ear to your belly, will literally travel across the universe for you if you told him there was smth there for your unborn child 

he’s really hoping for a boy 

don’t get it twisted though. In front of the others, he acts all aloof and as if he doesn’t care

they all know better though

they even pull pranks on him 

“Spike, (Y/n) needs you in th-”

he’s already gone

you always grow confused when he suddenly appears panting and looking frantic 

“What is it? What do you need? Are you okay? Is the baby coming?” 

ah, so it was Faye again 

“Babe...I’m not going into labor for another six weeks...”

just stops dead in his tracks and sighs, realizing he’s been bamboolozed once again

Faye - 7, Spike - 2

he takes you to all your appointments in the Swordfish

every. single. one. 

he never misses one 

he even goes so far to play music for your unborn baby and reads to you both 

stop im literally going to cry

yeah well, imagine his fear when you actually do go into labor 

it’s actually kinda a funny story (not to him tho)

he was out on a mission by himself (bc Jet promised to keep an eye on you) when it happens

when he gets a call and sees Faye, he instantly rolls his eyes

“What is it?” 

“(Y/n)’s going into labor!” she screeches

his heart rate instantly spikes (haha-) but he quickly calms down

“Haha, very funny, Faye. Now fuck of-”

“I’m not kidding!”

“Sure you aren-”

“Babe! Get your ass here or I’ll kill you myself!” 

his eyes go wide at the sound of your voice, his hands instantly jerking his controls to the right to turn himself around 

“I’ll be right there! Just hold on!” 

“Don’t tell me what to do!” He can’t help but smile at that. You’re always so feisty. He likes that in a woman. His woman

“There’s no time for you to meet us here. We’re taking her to the nearest hospital on the Hammer Head!” Jet calls somewhere off screen

“Yeah, right, okay! Uh, just send me your coordinates when you get there!” 

he makes it there practically as soon as you arrive

he definitely broke some laws just to get to you 

“I’m here, baby. I’m right here. Deep breaths,” he says softly to you, pushing your hair out of your sweaty face

he’s there for the entire thing, offering you whatever you need to make the experience easier for you 

imagine his surprise when you have a girl instead 

he cuts the umbilical cord and holds his baby girl in his arms 

he definitely doesn’t cry shut up Jet

“Uh, can I hold the child I just spent hours pushing out of me now?” 

“Yeah, yeah, in a sec...” he absent-mindedly replies, holding the baby to his chest and cooing at the sweet bundle in his arms

sigh, is definitely that parent that spoils his kid. You can’t tell me I’m wrong 

will buy any and everything for his baby girl don’t play 

he will let you pick the name for the baby (it only seems fair after what you had to go through to bring the little bundle of joy into the world) 

if you want his two cents though, he thinks the name Roxanne or Dani would be cool 

if you joke about naming her Faye, he will literally walk out on protest ✋

no matter what though, he’s going to be there for every step of the way with taking care of your baby <3

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[aimixx]

Happy Valentine's day everyone! I love you all so much and for liking my content! Thank you so much for your support I'm giving yall a bouquet of flowers and a basket of rubber ducks<33

I wanted to do the ship your moots thing because it's so cute and also Valentine's day! WISHING ALL MY MOOTS HAPPY VALENTINE'S MWAH MWAH ILY ALL SO MUCH

Starting with my bff @baeshijima

Soph, you fr are a blessing in my life and I'm so happy that we met and became such great friends! No amount of words can describe how much I love and appreciate you. I still remember how we met through me sending you asks and we instantly became besties. Now look at us, a healthy friendship and we love our fictional men with angst, but fr tho I see you as a little sister and I'm so happy and thankful for this. Thank you so much for always being there for me, I'll always be here for you if you need anything bff I got you<33

Have your Valentine's day date with Alhaitham!

You would expect Alhaitham to not care about things like Valentine's day, but he does. Ever since you two started dating and he started to care about all the things you care about, your interests, hobbies and many more. Not only does he feel closer to you, but he also gets to try new things with you. He knows how excited you are about Valentine's day, so he prepared everything, even went as far as asking Kaveh on date ideas which send his roommate into a shock. He prepared everything to see you happy. For Alhaitham, you smiling is the prettiest view he has ever seen in his life.

Next up, beloved bestie @stellumi

Omg we've been friends for a long time but we began to communicate more frequently and you are an amazing person and very supportive too. I see you as a big sister and also a great friend, thank you so much for this amazing friendship bestie. I love u sm and will always be here for u<3

Have your Valentine's day date with Vyn! (bcs u made me fall for him)

Vyn is ready for this day, in fact he has been preparing for a long time now to have the perfect date together for Valentine's day. From the nice breakfast and tea that you two will have together in his house, to a nice date all around the city of Stellis and visiting places you've never been to. Vyn knows you, and knows how to make you happy, your happiness is also his happiness. You are the precious rose that he wants to protect for the rest of his life and always make you happy. So when you took his hand and enjoyed the day together with all the surprises you two prepared for each other, you two were very happy. "Darling, did you have fun today?" He asked, in return you gave him a soft smile. "Everyday with you is happiness."

@astranne my beloved

Even though we knew each other for a short while but you really are a good friend and I really like talking with you. We either scream about fictional men (kazuha) or would talk about random stuff and I really like this atmosphere we have. Thank you for being my friend I love you so much<333

Have your Valentine's day date with Kazuha!

Poets. Poets are so romantic and Kazuha has an idea to spend Valentine's day together. While he was traveling, he found many beautiful sceneries that reminded him of you and also gave him more ideas for the date. When the day came, he took you to his favorite spot on top of a mountain in Sumeru where you can enjoy a great view of Port Ourmos with the sunset. He prepared a special Haiku for you and you two shared a lovely time together Kazuha makes sure that you always feel loved, and he never skipped a day to do so.

bff @lilikags

holds you gently and gives you a pat. We knew each other for so long and enstars made us become besties and thats a huge happyele w right there. You are a little sister to me and an amazing bestie I'm so glad we became close friends. I will always be here for you and will always have your back. Thank you so much for being my friend ilysm<333

Have your Valentine's day date with Nazuna!

He took a break from work and college for you. Today, he is not a famous idol or a college student, he is your boyfriend who will spend every second of the day with you. You and Nazuna had a cute amusement park date together. Getting yourselves matching headbands, going on many rides together, taking many pictures and enjoyed the fun atmosphere. At the end of the day, he gave you a cute matching keychain and a soft kiss on the forehead. All while muttering how much he loves you.

my bae @spiriteddreams

I really like the chaotic soft vibes you give, its so comforting and it's what made me want to get to know you. We recently became friends and honestly you are such a sweet and amazing person who I really am grateful to have in my life. Thank you for being my friend bestie ily<333

Have your Valentine's day date with Xiao!

A surprise date for Xiao. For the past few days, he was very focused on protecting the lands of Liyue and ended up exhausting himself even though he doesn't want to admit it. So you came up with a plan with the help of the adventurer's guild and the traveler. The adventurer's guild and the traveler made sure that the lands of liyue are safe from any harm as you prepared a nice, relaxing date with Xiao. A nice picnic together on the shores of Liyue as you two laid on the sand and enjoyed the nice weather. Xiao has never felt this relaxed before, he never felt so peaceful. As he held your hand and gave it a soft kiss, he wished you a happy Valentine's day.

my chaotic bestie @cherry-froggie

I love your energy so much omg I'm so happy I met someone as amazing as you. You are so awesome and I'm so grateful to have you as a friend. Happy Valentine's day bestie Ilyyy

Have your Valentine's day date with Scara!

Becoming a wanderer has its perks, and they are all perks that Scaramouche likes. The best part about being a wanderer is meeting you, you who treated him nicely and joined him on many of his adventures, you who always talked throughout your travels and he never complained, you who is always here for him. For Valentine's day, he decided to show you just how much he appreciates your presence in his life, even though he still doesn't trust people, but you are the one he trusts the most

#—traveler stories #—companions #HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY TO YALL ILYYYYY

[judasgot-it]

this isn’t exactly a request but if you have the time and also feel like doing it could you just- idk, say everything that u like about Tetcho?? Just anything and everything that comes to your mind whether it be about the way he’s written by Asagiri, or anything really lol because I have a feeling you really like him

I want to save this for Wednesday but if anything major changes (probably will. Everyday I thank bones for making him their fave) ill add more cause AHGGGHGGHG this man....

Not enough Tecchou lovers out there. Asagari hasn't said anything on his backstory and I'm waiting for it so for now I'm making shit up (all I know is that IRL Tecchou was from a rich samurai family so how that ads to his character? Idk. Im sticking with child soldier tho for now one day ill write a fic)

BUT AHHHHHHHHHH OMG listen with what we DO have he's a good character. He clearly cares for his teammates, he's the person who cares about Jouno even when Fukuchi never believed in him being a good person (thats actually upsetting af but Tecchou is a real one for seeing Jouno for who he is)

HE LOVES ANTS AND RESPECTS LUCY BECAUSE SHE CARES ABOUT HER FRIENDS EVEN THOUGH HE GENIUENLY THOUGHT THAT THEY WERE TERRORISTS AT THE TIME !!! HES A GOOD MAN !!!

He would put those he loves above justice, the thing he put his life on the line for its crazy !!! He plays the hero, but at the end of the day, his friends and family mean more, and that's wild cause that goes against his entire thing !!!

Literally, even though he hasn't been in the series long for what we do have so far, I can't help but like him, idk what it is about him but he's a likable character for me

Sometimes I like to think about him and cry like the loser I am. Anyway.

Since this is my soap box moment for talking about Tecchou and all my thoughts I need to add a theory here - he quite possibly is a foil for Fukuchi

Fukuchi was in the war and saw soldiers die for one another in horrific ways that no one should see - it changed him. He told Fukuzawa that he never wanted to see that horror again.

But Tecchou is clearly thay same soldier again, what he WANTED to prevent from happening, who is willing to die for his comrades in war no matter what

LIKE FUKUCHI MADE A WHOLE ASS FAMILY WITH THE HUNTING DOGS AND THEN DESTROYED IT IN THE SAME WAY HE WAS TRAUMATIZED BY. LIKE WTF

But unlike Fukuchi, I don't think Tecchou would become a monster. He still has some semblance of humanity. He can remove himself from his sense of 'justice' and care about those around him.

It's a ramble but I like to think there's a Tecchou v Fukuchi fight coming up eventually and Tecchou would win. CAUSE ITS SO NOT FAIR THAT HE KILLED HIS COMRADES TURNED THEM INTO VAMPIRES AND THEN GETS AWAY WITH IT CAUSE OF A TIME SWORD LIKE WHAT

Anyway that is another ramble but I love him, he and Jouno are among my favs cuz they're so silly and I think have some deeper character development that might be explored later in the series. I'm praying and hoping every chapter that they come back.

Pleaaaasssseeeeeeeeeee asagari LIKE IM BEGGING YOU I HAVE FAITH IN THEM

Anyway I'll possibly add on later but anon ily I'm giving you many air kisses mwah

My last thoughts on Tecchou. Why isn't he real bro

Also omg I could write a full length novel on him cause this man must be immaculate. Idc if he isn't real I'm gonna make shit up about him. I'm delulu craycray a freak a weirdo !!

#this isnt anything x reade #still tagging it tho !! #god thank you anon #I LOVE HIM !!! HES MY FAV CHARACYER #hes so much fun to write cause he just is a good guy like in canon !! #yea he did fight a 14 year old but #i can forgive him... #anyway #bsd x reader #tecchou x reader #bsd tecchou #bsd tetchou #tetcho headcannons #i have brainrot #and i know this shit will be shown in court

[pigeonwit]

5, 11 and 12 for the ask game? I'm sorry if you've already been asked these!! I hope u have a good holiday season pidge mwah!!

5. TV show of the year?

i'm so madly in love with the percy jackson show already BUT if we're asking for the show that defined my year. i started watching house md and i'm obsessed with this absolute trainwreck. really captured the crazy-bad crazy-fun crazy-stressful crazy year i've had :)

11. something you want to do again next year?

SEE BILLIE THE KID AND NEWSIES AGAIN GOD WILLING. but i also want to do more theatre-y things! going to this writing workshop (hopefully), seeing more shows (professional, amateur, local, far away) - if i can afford it all i mean. not too sure i will, but fingers crossed :)

12. talk about a new friend you made this year

jasper my fucking guy. how do i possibly go about how grateful i am to have you as a friend? can you believe we only met in mid-july? and i just posted a random thought i'd had in my head that day after scrolling tiktok for way too long and you went and drew my favourite piece of fanart ever? and in the four months since then you have become one of my closest friends? (four months, i still can't believe that. feels longer.) it is so incredible to just have someone you can TALK with. any little idea. spew it out there and put it into existence. it's so crazy to me that i know someone as kind, caring, hard-working and skilled as you, and it's crazy to me that you keep not giving yourself enough credit for that - but if i write about that we'll be here all day. i can't even express how grateful i am to have someone who fires me up, and who i hope i fire up back, until the ideas are just BLAZING out of us - it's unfathomable to me and i appreciate it so damn much. this is getting way too long and way too sappy but ily jasper, you're a wonderful friend and god willing we SHALL see billie the kid together one day. merry christmas bud! thanks for keeping me inspired :)

#MWAH MWAH MWAH ILY!!! #my BOY #this is my boy right here did you guys know that #happy new year jasper!!!!!! #ask #jasperscringepit #i love my friends yall