#like it's legit happened often enough and people have told him often enough that he's ugly or creepy

[starlitangels]

Campfire Songs

Pre-romance. Listen, I was raised by a guitarist. Certain things have to happen when we go camping 2.0k words

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"Oh—my God!" Elliott exclaimed, swatting at the air. "I swear if I get one more mosquito bite I'm going to lose it."

"I told you to put on bug spray."

"I did, sunshine! It doesn't matter to them!"

I laughed. "Well, you can't blame them for finding you delicious," I retorted. "What was it you said to me a couple weeks ago? You're a... mm... 'legit snack' or something?"

"Shut up," he muttered, dragging his camp chair closer to the fire in hopes that the smoke would drive off the mosquitos. I kept laughing. He rolled his eyes.

We sat by the fire as the last of the sun's rays vanished from the sky, plunging the woods into complete darkness.

Elliott got up from his chair. "Now that it's officially nighttime, it's time for the one last surprise," he said.

I watched him leave the ring of firelight in the direction of his car, my eyebrows scrunched.

He returned with a long, black leather case. Distinctly-shaped. He sat down again and set the case gently on the ground, starting to undo the buckles.

"I didn't know you play guitar," I said.

He shrugged. "I don't play often. My..." He cleared his throat. "My brother taught me how. Our dad had a guitar that he never used. When he died..." Another shrug. "Aaron kinda took custody of it. He taught himself. Then taught me the older I got. Once I was big enough to wrap my hand around the neck." He pulled the acoustic out of its case by the neck and slung the strap over his head, tucking it under his other arm. "I had to learn how to play right-handed though. Because Aaron's right-handed. And it was too much of a hassle to restring the guitar for my left-handedness every time he taught me." A faraway look passed over Elliott's face. "I think he still has Dad's. Took it with him to Dahlia when he moved out for college." He cleared his throat and shook his head. "I learned how to play left-handed after I bought my own guitar." He smiled sadly. "And it kinda feels more natural, but it's also not what I'm used to."

He tuned the guitar, keeping one ear toward the body of it, as he twisted the tuning pegs.

"You can tune by ear?" I asked.

"Eh. Kinda. I'd rather tune by ear than have one of the little tuning things clamped onto my guitar's head, telling me what to do." He laughed, and I joined in. "Not perfect, but I make do."

"You should bring that to my parents' place sometime. My dad would love to jam with you."

He scoffed. "And embarrass myself in front of a professional? No thanks."

"Eli," I chided. "You know my dad. He's not like that. He'll be so proud of you just because you're playing at all."

"Well why don't you play?"

"Oh, he tried to teach me. But he's so good and natural at it that he couldn't understand why I was struggling so hard. So ultimately it just never happened. We both got too frustrated with the other." I chuckled. "Still a good memory, though."

That faraway look flitted across Elliott's face again, his violet eyes unfocusing. "Your dad knows I admire him a lot, right?"

"My dad sees you like his own son, Eli," I returned. "He knows."

Elliott chuckled and started plucking out a simple pick pattern. “Your dad is a good guy, sunshine.”

“I think he’s personally offended on the grounds of dadhood that your dad was such an ass,” I remarked. “And he’s determined to dad you better.”

Elliott laughed. “That’s not hard. The bar is already so low it’s a tripping hazard in Hell.”

I burst out laughing. “Well. My dad will raise it for you. He’s the kind of dad that little kids who aren’t comfortable with stranger adults like immediately. He’s just got friend energy. Or dad energy. Like. My neighbor’s granddaughter doesn’t like adult men at all. She was pretty isolated her first couple years of life due to a sickness and never got exposed to many people. She loved my dad immediately at a neighborhood barbecue and was attached to him all night. Her mom was amazed. It was cute.”

Elliott smiled. “I don’t doubt any of that. Including the raising the bar thing.” He shifted his fingers on the guitar’s neck and started a different pick pattern. A particularly famous one. I smiled. “Come on, sunshine. Let me hear that voice of yours.”

I smirked and cleared my throat. “I close my ey-eyes. Only for a moment—and the moment’s gone…” I sang. Elliott’s eyes immediately closed. A small grin tilting the corners of his handsome mouth. “All my dreams… pass before my eyes a curiosity.” I paused for the music cue. “Dust in the wind… All they are is dust in the wind…”

Elliott joined me on the harmony. “Same old so-o-ong… Just a drop of water in an endless sea… all we do… crumbles to the ground though we refuse to see… dust in the wind. All we are is dust in the wi-i-ind… ahhh-ah-ah.”

We smiled and swayed gently as he kept picking at the guitar strings. Most of Dust in the Wind was that same pick pattern.

The musical interlude passed and I picked up the next verse. "Now. Don't hang o-on... Nothin' lasts forever but the earth and sky... it slips awa-ay—and all your money won't another minute buy-yyy..."

Elliott grinned at me.

We sang the whole song while Elliott played, just snickering between lyrics. Then moved on to a different song, and another, and another. We went on until night had well and truly fallen. The last few shafts of sunlight vanished and inky black-blue overtook it.

When there was a high sky of thousands of stars overhead and we'd gone through every camping song my dad used to play on these trips, he took a deep breath and sighed. "Time for bed, sunshine?"

I pursed my lips and nodded. "I think so."

He slung the guitar strap off over his head and started to gently tuck the guitar into its case. He handled it with such gentle care. For a single, quick flash, a fantasy shot through my head of his long fingers cradling the back of my neck with the same tenderness as his guitar neck as he kissed me.

Ohhh no, no, no. Shut it down, moron, I thought sharply. Elliott is your Best Friend. Nothing more. No more of those thoughts. No kissing.

We got up from our camp chairs. "You go brush your teeth and get ready," I said. "I'll put out the campfire."

He gave me a sarcastic salute. "Yes, captain."

I flipped him off as he walked off to the tiny public bathrooms down the parking lot from the campsite. He laughed and stuck his tongue out before disappearing behind a tree. I rolled my eyes and started to shovel some dirt and sand onto the fire to smother the flames. Elliott would probably be back before I got finished. I considered staying out in my camp chair until he went to sleep in the tent before turning in myself.

Sometimes I wondered if it was just me, or if Elliott noticed the way our gazes lingered on one another. If he noticed the way he touched me slow and gentle, and I did the same for him. We'd become such good friends in such a short amount of time. It felt like he'd always known me, and yet I'd only met him last week. I'd already memorized most of his details. The strange violet hue to his eyes. The tiny nick of a scar on his lower lip from tripping and hitting a sprinkler head as a child. The birthmark on the bone of his wrist that he tended to hide under his leather bracelets. That one dirty blond curl in the middle of his forehead that hung looser than all the others. The exact shape his lopsided smile took when he was up to no good.

I wondered if he memorized things about me. If he'd taken pieces of me and woven them into his heart the way I'd done for him.

Elliott returned while I was still putting out the fire. But instead of turning in and going to sleep, he stayed out with me and helped me finish up.

We turned in. We'd borrowed my parents' five-person tent, our sleeping pads—not full air mattresses—and sleeping bags jammed into opposite corners, with our bags scattered about the middle. Elliott's guitar case joined the clutter.

"Goodnight, sunshine."

"G'night, Elliott."

—

Several Hours Later...

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I hadn't stopped shivering since I got in the sleeping bag, huddled up on myself, even in my thick pajamas. I just could not get warm. Goosebumps covered my skin and my toes were numb in my socks. I'd tried everything I could think of to warm up, and none of it lasted.

"Psst! Eli!" I hissed, just to see if he was awake.

I heard him make a noise of confusion. "Mm—wha? Sunshine?" He sounded groggy.

"Are you cold?" I asked.

He smacked his lips in thought. "Not really." He sighed as though about to fall back to sleep. Then a sharp rustle of fabric showed him sitting up across the tent. The moonlight through the trees and tent canvas plenty enough to make out his silhouette. "Why? Are you okay?"

"I'm freezing!"

He swore under his breath. "I'm so sorry. I thought you'd be warm enough."

"I'm trying. I just don't have a lot of heat to hold in."

A long silence broken only by the noise of the wilderness stretched between us.

Then Elliott's sleeping bag unzipped. "C'mon. Come share with me."

"What?"

"I'm not going to let you get hypothermia. We're adults. We can be mature about this. Just come share my warmth, yeah?"

I thought about it. "Don't tell anyone about this."

"Of course not."

I slipped out of my sleeping bag and dodged across the tent as fast as humanly possible, letting Elliott welcome me into his. I burrowed down, relishing the warmth that he'd already filled it with, but trying not to touch him. No matter how much I wanted to.

If I let myself touch him, I'd never be able to get enough ever again.

He scooted back down beside me, that crooked smile visible in the darkness. "Better?"

"Mmhmm," I grumbled.

"Can I have your hands?"

"Sorry. I can't detach them from my wrists."

He scoffed in a way that sounded like he was rolling his eyes. "Let me see your hands, sunshine," he insisted.

I shuffled enough to hold them closer to him. He took each of mine in his own. His were warm, throwing my frigid skin into sharp contrast.

He hissed and swore. "You weren't kidding. You are freezing. Come here." Before I could protest, he'd let go of my hands and pulled me flush against him, holding my head to his chest.

I could have cried in relief at his body heat.

"Thank you, Eli," I whispered.

"Of course, sunshine."

I was so exhausted from shivering that I slipped into sleep within moments.

And I dreamt of Elliott. That crooked smile lit by firelight and his curls shining in the light of thousands of stars overhead. Plucking at his guitar strings and sitting on a picnic table in an open field with a fire pit right there, while I sat on the bench of the table near his leg, looking up at him. Singing old rock songs together like there was no one else in the world to see us but each other.

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Tag list: @pinksparkl

#my husband is a mosquito magnet i had to start this that way lol #Redacted ASMR #fic #Redacted Elliott #Redacted Sunshine #Redacted Audio #Starlit Fic

[pimpedoutgreenears]

Hi I loved your shouritsu fics!! do you have shouritsu headcanons or maybe fic recs??

Thank you! That's so nice!

I do in fact have some headcanons! But I should warn you that they're long because I got carried away, and some of these are just straight up fic ideas lol.

-Shou asked his mom once how she knew she loved his dad (ya know, back before the terrorism), and she told him that it's one of those things that you just know. She knew that moment that she met him that he was the one. So when Shou first met Ritsu, it was the same kind of principle. Granted, he tried to be way cooler about it, but it was always there in the back of his head, even when he was most pissed at his dad and thought his mom's feelings were a little messed up. Ritsu was just always the one.

-Shou is so touch starved! His father stopped giving physical affection once his mom left (hell, probably before), and kinda shamed Shou if he wanted any because it's "childish." So Shou just stopped seeking it out and even denied it from his mom when he was lucky enough to see her (because he felt like he didn't deserve it until he 'fixed' his dad). Anyway, after his dad gets stopped from taking over the world, Shou gets some therapy and works on healing. One of the things he learns is that it's okay to seek out physical affection from people who you're close with. Ritsu is a willing victim of this and one of the first people Shou trusts enough to give (and get) physical affection. (Can you tell there is a fic in the works planned around this idea?) Along with this, Shou is very touchy with Ritsu. He loves putting his arm around him, leaning against him, rubbing their faces together, etc., Ritsu mostly reciprocates by letting it happen, but he's also affectionate in more subtle ways. He grabs Shou's hand or arm more often than necessary to grab his attention, and when he's tired he's more prone to being the one to lean against Shou. Once they start officially dating, he's also pretty confident with hand-holding and kissing (although he prefers privacy for the latter).

-Before they officially start dating, Ritsu kind of thinks of Shou like his stray/outdoor cat. He comes and goes as he pleases, and Ritsu doesn't really have a good way to keep tabs on him (they are both useless with their phones for varying reasons). But he comes around every once in awhile, let's Ritsu feed him and rub his chin (metaphorically), brings him a dead rat (also metaphorically), before he takes off again. Ritsu tells himself it's good like that, but deep down, he wonders if Shou could ever be happy with a collar on (this is also metaphorical, but the first time Ritsu has the thought, he definitely has a meltdown as he agonizes internally about if that thought makes him a pervert). Anyway, Shou does eventually turn into an 'indoor cat', but he's the kind that meows until Ritsu takes him on a walk at 2am (usually metaphorical). (Fic idea is definitely in this one too).

-I confer with the typical fandom headcanons that Shou sneaks into Ritsu's room all the time and that Shou takes Ritsu on late night adventures.

-Shou can read Ritsu like a book. He knows Ritsu just wants to have fun despite the persona he puts on. He doesn't really get the point of it, but he loves the game of getting Ritsu to 'break character' and actually be real with him.

-Shou occasionally just lowkey stalks Ritsu. He calls it gathering intel, but he's legit just going invisible and following him around. He does it for a long time before Ritsu finally gets used to finding his aura and realizes it's happening. When he confronts Shou he has to explain why it's super messed up. ...But also Ritsu is kind of flattered in a way he knows he shouldn't be. It makes his chest feel funny. But by principle alone, it's wrong! So that's what he goes with. Shou is confused because he's pretty sure Ritsu liked it despite what he's saying, but he's got all the intel he needs, so he has no issues knocking it off. After that he only turns invisible to try to sneak up and scare Ritsu.

-They are both terrible at friendships before each other. Ritsu didn't realize friendships were more than talking about the weather until after he got close to Shou. Once he was close to him, he realized all he'd had were acquaintances. And it's weird because he didn't really understand loneliness until he got close to Shou, because all of a sudden he understood what it was like to miss someone. It actually leads to him making more friends. Shou on the other hand, never had friends his age who didn't work for his dad or were working on the rebellion with him. So his social skills are kind of off. And he makes friends when he starts going to school again, but they feel super shallow to him. They don't feel like ride-or-die, fight in a war with you friends. So he feels kinda disconnected even though he likes kids at school and hangs out with them. It takes awhile to find other friends that he really likes and trusts, especially because he compares all friendships to Ritsu. But eventually, through conversations with Ritsu about his own struggles, he figures out how to find people he relates to.

-These two really vary their activities. Sometimes they do the most mundane things like, 'Let's go fishing' or 'let's go to the arcade' and then other times it's like, 'Wanna see if we can break into the art gallery at midnight and hang a painting of our own?' or 'Let's levitate cars one space over and see if people notice when they come back.' They just have a lot of range, and no matter what is suggested, 99% of the time the person being asked is just like, 'Sure. Do you think I should bring a jacket?'

-These two also will just beat the shit out of each other for fun. Like, obviously there are limits (Shou still out powers Ritsu), but they also don't go easy on each other. As much as the trauma in their lives would makes someone think they'd be adverse to violence, sometimes they just need to let it out with someone trusted. So it works out.

-Shou loves the prickly parts of Ritsu so much. Like, anytime Ritsu is a little shit, Shou falls more in love. Meanwhile, anytime Shou does something creepy or calculated, Ritsu finds his mind at war because one part of his brain is screaming, "Red flag!" and the other is screaming (twice as loud), "Let's paint everything red! We love red!"

-After high school, Ritsu at the very least takes a gap year before college to just travel with Shou. At some point he'll get back to school, but Shou convinces him to do what he actually wants to do for once, so for a long while they just travel together.

Look, I could come up with so many more but I have to stop somewhere, and I feel like I'm getting excessive lol

As for fic recs, I definitely have some, but I've realized after getting asked this that my system for keeping track of fics I like is bad… Mainly because I don't one lol. Like, AO3 gave me all the tools and I ignored all of them. But I might try to get more organized and make a separate post with some recs. This answer is probably way too long anyway lol.

#Thank you for asking! #peyton answers asks #ritshou #long post #mp100 #mob pyscho 100

[sobredunia]

can you tell me about Noah again bro, I forgor her lore, but i remember her, i just wanna know about all of your oc's i will be honest about that

Okay I'm legit surprised and confused you know who noah is bc i don't think i've ever mentioned her ever

oh wait i just remembered the zombie au i told u abt. nvm lol

This is the only rendered drawing I have of her in digital. I made it 2 years ago. god damn

lore under the cut

okay so noah has the cringiest orphan backstory. you know that thing that went on in japan a few years back where women who didn't want children put them in coin lockers? yeah

her last name is Shellby because Coin Locker Baby -> CLB -> Shellby

at first she was at an orphanage and got kinda bullied but then one time she got a pink eye and made it so her hair covered it and this one other girl kinda digged the look at became her friend, and she kept the emo bangs for years after that. she also died her hair purple to look cool

(creator's note this is bc originally her design was much different and i made it when i was fucking around with a character creator. but then evolution happened and her design changed drastically but i still wanted to be somewhat close to my roots so her younger self design has that)

The girl she befriended was friends with the rebel gang at the orphanage and one time they convinced her to do arson and she burn an entire building down. so she got sent to one of those jails for kids. idk the name

there she met a kid who wasn't from that jail but he liked climbing trees so she saw him often enough through the concrete walls, and she fell in love and they begun to date!

Then, that kid actually pushed her to start bettering herself and try to get out of jail with good conduct to live the rest of her life free from crime. or at least arson. slowly the kid showed up less and less until one day he wasn't there anymore, but oh well

she's still in kid's jail but they were working on this program to make kids in kid jail with good attitude go to schools early so their studies wouldn't get damaged much and they could be reintegrated to society better. noah was one of those people. they did have to send her to a class two years younger than her bc she dumb as bricks lmao. and also she hadn't been to proper school in ages so yeah

and in that class she made friends!! :D

#ask #ace #noah shellby #oc lore baybeyy #thank u for letting me infodump #i love you

[infatuatedheloise]

31. have you ever said or done something that, in hindsight, might have been hurtful to them? have they ever done the same to you?

obvi haven't done any of the other questions but this one gives me a good reason to recount something serious that happened btwn us earlier in the year that I haven't quite found a reason to bring up yet LOL, I imagine this'll be kind of long but bear with me

back in February, I was in his office & we were talking about a bunch of stuff. he asked me about a theater event I had gone to that weekend & had posted about on Instagram, so we started talking about theater in general since we're both interested in it. he had a flier for the upcoming campus play sitting on his desk, and he asked me if I was going. I said I wanted to, but didn't know where the ticket office was, nor did I have anyone to go with. He said, "Well, would you like to see [the play]?" which was his way of asking me to the play with him. I said yes, so we picked out a day to go, and he said he'd invite his wife and see if she wanted to come along (I was a little sad because it wouldn't be just me and him, but whatever)

I was suuuuuuuuper excited about going to see a play with him, so I told all of my friends and my mom. To my surprise, they all said that it was weird and I shouldn't go. They said that spending time with a professor outside of classes is weird, that going together would look like we were something more than professor/student, and some even said that us following each other on social media was weird enough.

Their words got into my head and I started to freak out about. Was he really trying something? Would it really look like something was going on between us? Would it be better if his wife went along? Should I even go at all? I was legit panicking. I mean, if he was trying something, I wouldn't really care, but if it would've looked like something was happening, I wouldn't want to put his job and our reputations on the line. I didn't want people to think the wrong thing and then have him/us get in trouble.

So........ I told him all of this. I told him the things my family and friends were saying and their concerns with the situation, and I tried to make it clear that I didn't think he was trying anything, but I was concerned with how it might look. He was very nice and understanding of my feelings, and he said, "It's better to talk about it than to wonder." He also suggested a plan to work it out: We'd each buy tickets separately, and since the seats are usually fairly empty, we'd meet up at that night, pretend it was a coincidence we were both there on the same night, then sit together outside of our assigned seats. Honestly maybe kinda sketchy LOL but it made me feel a bit better, though I was still super concerned. At this point, his wife was also planning to come along, so though it wasn't going to be just us, I felt better that we'd have at least one other person there with us.

But also: He said he had invited his wife, and I asked if he was sure it was ok--I had never met his wife before and I wondered if it would be awkward. He said that he'd talk to his wife and ask her if she was ok with me coming along...which meant that he invited his wife to come to the play, but didn't tell her that I'd also be there, which only added to my concerns about the situation. By the time I had the conversation with him about my concerns, he had discussed my being there with his wife, and he said she was ok with it.

ANYWAY, to the actual question in the post, I feel like discussing my concerns about going to the play could've (and maybe did?) hurt his feelings. He assured me that everything was fine: "I'm just trying to encourage you to go to these things as part of my job, and our interests often line up." But the fact that I came to his office all like "yeah my friends and family think something weird is going on and they think it's weird you asked me to the play and I feel kind of worried about it, too" definitely could've been a bit insulting. I texted him later that day just to clarify 100% that I didn't think he was trying anything weird, but that it might look like something was happening and that might be bad. He said that he appreciated me speaking my mind, and we've never talked about it since.

I did end up going to the play with him. Our plan about buying separate tickets was immediately thrown out, though--the next day after that convo, we walked to the ticket office together and he ordered our tickets together, so we couldn't pretend to have coincidentally gone to the same show.

But in the end, it was totally fine. I didn't know a single other person in the audience, so I was less worried about anyone thinking it was weird that we were there together. The only weird part was that I ended up sitting in between him and his wife. We jumped down to our seats from the row behind, and his wife ended up stepping on a seat when jumping down, so she claimed that seat. That left two other seats, and the furthest seat remaining was sitting next to total strangers, and Abelard claimed that seat...meaning the one in the middle was mine. I hesitated and looked in between the two of them, like "Don't you guys want to sit together??" his wife noticed and said I could sit wherever made me most comfortable. I said I didn't care (I kind of did, but whatever).

The play was good and since the seats were so small and close together, abelard and my arms were touching basically the entire time!!!! It was soooooooo nice to have that prolonged contact with him, though I felt a little weird about enjoying it since his wife was sitting right next to me/us....

But yeah, I absolutely cringe thinking back on that whole situation and the fact that I ever actually told him any of my concerns, which were totally unfounded. I said I would never mention it again, but I just feel so bad about it all and I die inside a little every time I think about it.

TLDR: Abelard invited me to see a campus play with him, my friends and family thought this was incredibly weird and I shouldn't go because of how it might look, I told him these concerns and talked about how I was worried it might look weird if we went, he assured me it was ok and we went to the play together (with his wife) in the end

The only hurtful thing he's ever said was when he told me I needed to stop overthinking, which was not helpful to my already overthinking brain LOL so I cried

#professor crush #teacher attachment #teacher crush

[wooahaes]

lonely hearts club [pt.7]

pairing: non-idol!wonwoo x chubby!fem!reader

word count: 3.2k~

warnings: food mention. vague clothes mention for reader. reader’s falling.

daisy’s notes: oh boy i love what’s coming.

summary: With graduation fast approaching, Wonwoo only meant to vent about his feelings to an anonymous Twitter account known for giving people a space to vent and an anonymous way to express themselves. What happens when the person he has feelings for is the same person behind the account... and the same person who thinks he’s in love with their best friend?

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The study area in the science building has already been one of the coziest places on your campus to the point where sometimes you’d hide out and read there just for fun. The closest you ever get for a legit reason to be waiting there was when Junghoon had the occasional class there since he was picking up a final gen ed in the final semester of his senior year (late, he knew, but he always said it was better than taking an extra semester), and even then that was rare unless your class had been canceled. You liked waiting on Junghoon enough--he was one of your best friends and you loved your little flower patch of friendship more than words could ever say, but waiting on Wonwoo was... different. A little thrilling in a way you couldn’t define. You’d tucked yourself away in a corner where all he’d have to do was walk forward enough to see you, your book in your lap. The sun was shining at just the right so angle that you weren’t blinded by it, but it sent a long line up across your thighs and onto the floor. It was warm outside, too, and you opted for shorts again, despite the way they hug your thighs and make you feel like everyone was staring at you all over again (truthfully... that feeling would never fully go away, but you managed to deal with it because it was hot and you’d rather be judged and stared at while you weren’t melting into a puddle).

But honestly, those feelings didn’t hit as hard when you were with your friends. Unless you went out to a club with Jiyoung, you didn’t really think too much about the occasional looks people would give you when they see the chubby you next to your thinner friends. Sometimes the thoughts would trickle into the back of your mind when you were with Junghoon alone, mainly because of the amount of times people just assumed the two of you were a couple unless they already knew you, but you could swallow those and keep your head up as best as you could. Self love was a fucking hard journey, but you were working on it when you had the strength to. "Lonely Hearts Club” had helped you with that, too, by giving you a faceless place to share your woes.

And if you were to keep being honest, you... really thought you might stay self-conscious around Wonwoo. But you weren’t. Every time he complimented you, it felt genuine. Not like those guys who had thought flirting with you would be the best way to redeem their skeevy actions so that Jiyoung would look twice at them. Maybe it was because you approached Wonwoo instead of the other way around that things felt safe with him, or (more likely) it could have been the fact that he was Wonwoo. Wonwoo who you knew from class, Wonwoo who treated you kindly every time he spoke to you without any hesitation or alternate motivations to push him to. Wonwoo who saw you as someone smart and sweet, probably, and hopefully someone who loved her friends considering how often you gushed about them to him.

Wonwoo who just rounded the corner and lit up when he saw you, smiling already with your sweater in his arms. It had been neatly folded in half and pressed against his chest. You shoved your book into your bag, shoved aside the way your heart fluttered when you saw him, and went to meet him halfway.

“I washed it,” he told you, handing over your sweater. It smelled of fabric softener (and vaguely of his own cologne--although you couldn’t tell that for sure until you got home later). You opted for holding onto it for the time being, not even considering using it to tie your look together. Maybe you’d tie it around your waist later or something. Wonwoo gave you a once over, nodding toward the doors. “Are you ready? There’s a nice place not far from campus that Mingyu showed me once.”

You followed after him with a quiet mmhm, and ignored the part of you that’d begun to yearn to hold his hand. It was easy enough to squash that part down hard. This was all for Jiyoung, after all.

Even if he was sweet.

Instead of focusing on how pretty his profile was, you asked how his class went, and he was happy to start telling you about the psychology course he’d been taking. He’d just found it interesting and needed something to fill out his credit hours. Most of the classes he took outside of the major were just things that he found interesting--even the things he had to take gen ed credits. Wonwoo seemed to find interest in most things. You liked that about him.

The place he was taking you to was just a simple bus ride away, and you tried not to focus too hard on the way his knee pressed against yours, or the way his arm brushed against you when he went to signal that your stop was coming up. He’d continued talking about the sandwich place he was taking you to, and all you could think about was how close he was.

“Sunny?” He said as you stepped off the bus. He nodded in the direction he’d started walking. “This way.”

You’d frozen where you’d stood, and apologized quickly as you hurried to catch up with him. He’d chuckled. Fuck, you were acting like a fool all of a sudden in front of him. Liking Wonwoo like this had never been part of the plan, and you needed to get yourself under control fast or you’d ruin all of it. Wonwoo didn’t like you, and you knew that. He liked Jiyoung. You were just the chubby friend who was letting you befriend him. The friend who he could take out for lunch or go to bookstores with or play video games with (even if you did badly).

The friend who he pushed the basket of fries the two of you agreed to split towards you, giving you a small look of concern. “Are you not hungry?”

“It’s fine,” you said. “Sorry. I was just thinking about something.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” He frowned. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I’m here if you do.”

Fuck. “I’ll be fine,” you smiled at him. “Thank you for caring, though. It means a lot.”

(A part of you wondered what those lips felt like against your own. You shove aside the thought again.)

The moment Wonwoo excused himself to run to the bathroom, you texted Junghoon if you could meet after your last class. He said he’d be at work, but you were welcome to stop in and vent. Seungkwan was working with him that day and he was more than capable of handling a few customers since you sounded serious in your texts. You could work with that. Despite the part of you that wanted to tell him that it’d be fine, that you’d deal with it on your own, you knew you needed to see Junghoon before you got too into your head.

Wonwoo’s hand grazed against your own when the two of you left. The street was crowded with students finding lunch, with workers trying to squeeze in some personal time during their lunch breaks, with other people just going about their day with their dogs or their babies in strollers, and all of that seemed to disappear when Wonwoo took your hand. Just to keep you tethered to him as the two of you made your way down the busy street toward the bus stop to get back to campus. His fingers were cold, just a little, but calming in their own right. He didn’t let go until he went to board the bus ahead of you.

Fuck.

Throughout your next two classes, you couldn’t just stop thinking about what all of this meant. If you were really, genuinely falling for Wonwoo, then that was one thing. But when you thought about it, he never talked about Jiyoung, did he? He never seemed to mention plans with her, and she sure as fuck didn’t ever mention going to see him. She talked about going to the library to study more than she ever talked about Wonwoo. That was bad, wasn’t it? There was another option that you pushed back on, because it was silly. Impossible, even. Wonwoo liked Jiyoung, and that was what you chose to accept as truth. If this wasn’t going to work, maybe you should have pulled back sooner and let the feelings taper off. Whether that meant Wonwoo’s or your own, that was a different question.

Soon enough, Junghoon was sitting in the back room watching as you paced back and forth in front of him. Seungkwan was out front handling orders for a few minutes, although you noticed the concerned glance he sent your way when you showed up visibly distressed. Junghoon had pulled out a chair for you, had even prepared your favorite tea from the shop for when you arrived, and yet you were too antsy to stop moving. To sit and let the thoughts ruminate for more than you’d already allowed them.

You were... frustrated, to put it simply. “Has Jiyoung said anything about Wonwoo?”

Junghoon watched you, a look of pity in his eyes. “No?”

“Then that’s bad, right?” You said, stopping long enough to look at him. “If he isn’t talking to her, then...”

“Maybe,” Junghoon pushed the to-go cup of tea toward you again, “he doesn’t actually like her.”

“She’s Jiyoung. Everyone likes her at least a little. I did. That guy at the library definitely did.”

Junghoon raised his brows at that. “Hyunwoo?”

“I don’t know, I saw his name tag once and I’m bad with names. He helped me find a book.” You paused, raising a hand above your height. “Kinda tall? He has an undercut, I think?”

“That’s Hyunwoo.” Junghoon nodded. “He works a lot.”

“That’s not even important,” you snapped, “I’m just worried this isn’t going to work and maybe you were always right.”

Junghoon started to get up, quietly saying your name as he made his way over to you. “Do you remember what you told me?”

“I tell you a lot.”

“You were only going to do this if you thought he was Jiyoung’s type,” Junghoon reached out, hands lingering at your upper arms. “Is he?”

“I don’t know,” you said. “He’s--He’s a lot of people’s type. He’s sweet and really smart, he listens really well, he cares, and... He’s just... He’s Wonwoo.” You said quietly. “Isn’t that enough?”

“That’s not what I asked,” Junghoon said, even though you’d given him an answer without knowing it. “Sunny...”

“I know,” you said, frowning. “I just need some time. If she doesn’t seem interested, I’ll drop it--”

Junghoon sighed and pulled you into his arms, cutting you off there. “Somehow... I really doubt that.” He hugged you tight, squeezing his eyes shut. “But I’m here. Maybe not right now, because I’ve gotta get back to work, but I’m still here for you. Just let me know if you need anything.”

“I will,” you pulled out of his grasp. “Thanks, Hoony.”

He smiled, giving you one gentle pat on the shoulder before letting you leave the back room first. You dipped out from behind the counter, about to pass by Seungkwan. He’d playfully jabbed at Junghoon for taking too long, but stopped to wave you over to the pickup counter. Without saying anything, he slipped over a small package to you that had been written on before he turned back to take someone’s order. He’d bagged a small cake pop for you, covered in sprinkles and white icing. The bag had “I saw you were upset, so eat this and be happy!“ had been written across it in sharpie, a small sunflower drawn next to it alongside a happy face.

You smiled and mouthed your thanks to Seungkwan on your way out. Even with the weight on your chest, you felt a little better after talking to Junghoon. You had a few people to meet for tutoring soon, too, and the little bit of sweetness would help you get through it all.

Jiyoung canceled on you that night. Every Monday and Wednesday since the beginning of the semester, the two of you tried to get together for a small discussion for your classic literature class. Sometimes the language was hard and Jiyoung always seemed to understand it more than you did--so she, being the absolute angel that she was, offered to talk it over with you with dinner and drinks to make everything smoother. You’d get frustrated with the material otherwise, online guides doing nothing for you. No one needed ten pages describing the kind of wood in a room when it literally had no relevance to the story, and Jiyoung knew how to condense things down so that you understood them easily. Most of the time you were positive you could be fine. Maybe you’d struggle a bit and have to pay closer attention to the lecture and your notes, but you could scrape by--but it was easier when you talked it over. You felt less stupid going into class. The last book of the semester had been particularly bad, too. You’d read it in high school and hated it then, and you still hated it now.

“I’m sorry!” Jiyoung said to you again over the phone. She couldn’t see the way you were frustratedly grasping the air, trying to figure out a way to get through this rough patch. She happened to cancel while you were actively struggling with content, and you weren’t mad at her so much as you were mad at the situation itself. “I know you’ve been having a really rough time, but this test is really really big--”

“No, I know,” you said quickly, forcing yourself to calm down. This was not Jiyoung’s fault. It wasn’t exactly yours, either--you tutored people who struggled with reading sometimes, too. Typically you could help them because some of it was more modern literature that was just rife with symbolism, but that wasn’t the point. “It’s okay!” You forced a smile. “I’ll just try to reread it again on my own.”

She sighed. “It’s just going to make you struggle more,” she said. Both of you knew that the reason it worked was because of the communication aspect, since getting clarification was a thousand times easier with someone who understood it. “Why don’t you invite Wonwoo over?”

You hesitated. You’d thought of that. “Are you sure?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” She said. “It’s not like we’ve never had guys over before. Just don’t destroy the place,” and then she giggled. Like you were the silly one.

You hesitated even further. This was a bad sign, too, wasn’t it? That she wasn’t protective...? That she was encouraging this? “Okay,” you said after a moment. Your grade was more important, right? “If you’re sure.”

“Go for it!” She hummed, and you could hear someone call her name. “I’ve gotta go back, but have fun talking to Wonwoo!”

Then she hung up, leaving you to take a deep breath to center yourself. You squeezed your eyes shut, softly swearing under your breath. Either you could call Wonwoo, get his help, or... feel really, really far behind in class later. So you did the impulsive thing, giving yourself no room to hesitate further, and you called him.

When he picked up on the second ring, you immediately spoke, “Hey, do you wanna come talk books with me?” It was stupid, and you kicked yourself mentally because that probably sounded... stupid. “Sorry,” you said. “Sounded better in my head. I’m really struggling with the reading for tomorrow, and Jiyoung and I usually talk about this sort of thing over dinner so I can figure it out, and you don’t have to come but she canceled on me because she’s got a major test and I..... I can buy dinner?”

Silence. Regret.

“Wonwoo?”

“What time?”

Your eyes widened in surprise, and you glanced at the time. It was almost seven now... “Maybe eight? You don’t actually have to do this. I just really needed to talk to someone or I’ll feel stupid, and Jiyoung suggested you and I already had thought about that, but I can just Sparknotes it--”

“I’ll be there.” He said. “It’s okay. I’m at work, but I’ll see what I can do, okay?”

You could cry in relief. “I owe you so much,” you breathed out. “If you can’t leave, it’s fine--”

“Don’t worry about that,” he said. “Just send me the address and I’ll let you know when I can be there.”

“I’ll just come get you,” you said. “I need to get out of the apartment for a few minutes. By the way, next time you come in while I’m working, I’ll sneak you a cookie as long as you don’t snitch.”

He chuckled at that. “Alright. I’ll see you soon.”

(You wouldn’t know it for a while, but Wonwoo immediately texted the “game bois” chat and managed to get Seungcheol to come in until closing. It was only three hours, sure, but it felt weird locking up so early--even if he knew his boss could potentially be okay with it.)

When you showed up ten minutes until eight, Wonwoo had been waiting outside with his bag already slung over his shoulder. He smiled when he saw you, and it made you feel warm inside again. The two of you picked a place, ordered takeout that you adamantly refused to let him pay for (he paid for lunch and he was doing you a massive favor--there was no way you were letting him get away with buying his own dinner), and you showed him to your apartment.

“It’s not much, but it’s home,” you said. “Jiyoung’s responsible for most of the decorating. She likes pretty things.”

The space was a cozy mixture of natural, earthy tones with bright yellows sporadically placed in the shape of something like a couch cushion or a lampshade or a locally-made art piece she’d found. Jiyoung always told you these things reminded her of you and that they had their place in your home together. It was pretty, and the sentiment was beyond sweet.

(Wonwoo thought to himself that it was no wonder that you as a person seemed to embody the feeling of being at home if you spend so much time in a space like this. Even if you did insist it was Jiyoung’s doing.)

Maybe this wasn’t actually so hard. Wonwoo had a way with words and an endless amount of patience for your own lacking knowledge when it came to classic literature. When you asked him to repeat things a few times, there were no jabs at your intelligence. No eye rolls or teasing when you slipped up and misremembered something from earlier in the book. Just a gentle correction and a proud smile whenever you’d connected dots he’d laid out for you. It was sweet.

Wonwoo was sweet. And you? You were doomed.

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[sentientdessert]

I’m sitting here feeling more than a little scared... Explanation, in hopes that it’ll calm me enough to lie down and try to sleep again. I am a huge horror fan.  I read, watch, listen, and make horror related media.   One series I really enjoyed reading was a manga called Fuan no Tane, which is a lot of episodic short not true urban legends that the author, Masaaki Nakayama came up with.  He genuinely does good creepy stuff, though parts can be repetative. I started reading a second series he started translated to PTSD Radio.  Unlike Fuan no Tane, there is a linking theme to all the stories.  The atomosphere in the stories was really good, and had me getting gooseflesh and shivers as I read.  Always a good sign when enjoying horror. After I finished the first volume, I went on a friend’s discord (another horror lover) and made a few comments about the story, and saying they’d probably enjoy reading it.  I returned to reading the stories and made it to the end of the 5th volume. Volume 5 is a little different.  Half of the book is filled with the authors real life experiences.  Where he states that until he rented and worked out of a certain bulding in Sapporo, he didn’t believe in the supernatural or anything remotely horresque.  He just liked telling the stories. He started to experience weird things while using that space.  His assistants were experiencing weird things in that building, some even quitting or straight up disappearing on him while they worked there.  And the people whom he told the story too would have strange things happen to them, bouts of bad luck, injury, and at a panel where people tried to relate the parts they had been told, there were strange things happening as if to try to prevent the telling, loud sounds etc that stopped as soon as the story stopped. The author himself even almost died, and was diagnosed with a rare blood problem that caused his blood to refuse to clot.  Some of the real life tale was written while he was in hospital receiving treatment. After reading chapter 5, I was sold on getting my friend to read it and I went back to the discord.  I mean, real life instances always add to the flavour and deepen the creepiness factor.  So I went back to the channel and found all my previous posts discussing the story...  were gone. Now, I know this could be chalked up to a mod just deleting them, but pretty sure most are asleep.  I have asked the friend to check the modlogs as well to see if someone deleted them just to fuck with me...  but I’ve got a feeling I’ll get told tomorrow “there’s no record of it.”  Which makes me more than a little creeped out... It may seem minor but with everything that is within the 6 volumes of that series, I’m just feeling a little off.  And scared.  As with the author, I don’t believe in the stuff, but some things start to look more than coincidental...   Highly recommend the series, and his other work as well if you enjoy horror.  Even sitting here contemplating “maybe there is something going on” I would read it again even knowing I’d feel like this, cause it is not often something legit scares me these days.

#jiggly goodness #horror #fuan no tane #ptsd radio

[shrimpbait4sof]

Let me explain myself:

I don’t not want you but I also do not want you.

I don’t know what I want. I know three things; I’m bored, I’m lonely, and I like being your friend.

I wasn’t going to say anything until I was more sure if what I’m feeling, especially since new things have come up since whenever I said what I said. Also I genuinely don’t remember saying that to Pandora but I definitely could have. Who told you/how did you find out? A really smart move would have been to say that you heard whatever when you actually just lied to see what I’d say since you’re curious.

We’ve been friends for basically this whole school year. Legit friends even though we mostly act like we don’t know each other when you’ve called me crying and I’ve gone to you crying (multiple times). We’re opposites. Different lives lived, but we have somethings the same. We both love nature and seem to be high introspective. Valid things, so that’s cool. I think we make good friends and potentially more than that.

I have no clue how much m, if at all, you’re over her. And sadly I can say the same; I’m not sure how healthy it is that I can still see myself with her. For me, I think experiencing new people might help. So I try to kinda put myself out there. I’m bad at it, and often I don’t care enough. But I’d like to change that.

But then there’s that one time something lowkey weird happened. You were pretty awkward afterwards, also valid. But we got over it. Like it really wasn’t that big of a deal. But it did open up a few questions. Was I just available, or did you think about me like that other times? You’ve called me a few times drunk asking for me. I mean, cmon that’s a tad confusing. I’m also fucking crazy and like to over analyze everything. I definitely care about you a lot, and I think you care about me too. If you didn’t, you’d be a fucking psycho and stone cold. Maybe you were vulnerable and let yourself think those things. I literally fantasized about getting married to a fucking sailor right out of school, so like I kinda get it. I can drop feelings pretty fast. Don’t say his name because he’s a weird exception. He doesn’t count. But if you insist, I don’t care that I’m not friends with him anymore. I recently realized I am able to find comfort in letting people come in and out of my life. I try not to get attached. In fact I think fewer people is better, I’m fine without most people. Yet with that said, I’d rather keep the ones I care about in my life. There’s really not that many, and they are usually good people whose company I enjoy. Yet the world doesn’t stop spinning. I strongly believe that things happen for a reason. Everything is a lesson; something to help you learn and grow. So I’m thinking of this like that too. If you can’t be friends with me after this, then so be it. Sucks, but I respect that. I’m fairly confident I can tho. I’d just need a definitive answer. I’m so go with the flow, it sucks sometimes. I’m down to try whatever, but that can end messy. But also like, that’s life? I’m trying not to take things so seriously. Yolo. Like fr. I’m gonna go live in the woods with two of my closest friends for a year teaching a few thousand 10 yr olds how to build log forts and newts. Anyways. Do what you want, try to not make it weird, life ain’t that serious to me, and I do care about and myself.

[emp-blast]

"Send me a Character" for *(drum roll)* Revenant! (And Cypher if you feel up to it.)

Also, I'll take this moment to tell you that your art is fantastic. It's nice to see another enjoyer of Revenant (and Cypher!). I was absolutely floored by how your style just works with anything you draw and is both unique and so utterly memorizing. Thank you for all your contributions to the community. :)

Okay, first off: THANK YOU SO MUCH OMG!!!!

You're words are very encouraging and I am super glad that the art I create has an impact on people! I legitimately will never get over people complimenting my art and I honestly can't believe that you think that I contribute to the Apex community (especially with how little I draw- trust me, I try! it's just that making lines on paper is hard 2 do sjdsjdsjd)

anyways, on to the ask game :]

Revenant

First impression: okay SO- i didn't really know he existed when i first started getting interested in apex??? i guess i just overlooked him or something? idk what happened but when i did learn about him i was like "hmmm, not sure i like him" . i literally had no interest in him whatsoever.

Impression now: oh. My. GOD.... i am obsessed with him in a mentally ill way and i am not ashamed to admit that. i think about him on a daily basis. i thank the people over at hammond robotics everyday for building the perfect sexy killing machine. he is extremely elegant and i LUV the way he's built: broad shoulders, tiny waist for me 2 grab, thick thighs, slim dainty hands, deep voice, TALL, and a piercing gaze. he is my baby girl and he is SO pathetic... i want him. so. bad....

Favorite moment: literally whenever he dies or fails. absolutely loved when he didn't convince bang to go to gridiron with him and now loba is making fun of him. i luv when people make fun of him <3

also, this is NOT canon art or anything, but i REALLY luv this fanart of rev getting absolutely destroyed by loba. :

YESSSSS,,, GET HIM!!!!

art belongs to @/ryuuna btw!!!

Idea for a story: uhmmm, how about rev literally just leaving the games and minding his own business for once??? he's a big fan of starting drama and i think he needs to Not do that. he probably has a bunch of money saved up (he probably doesn't need to use it for anything) so he could buy a nice big ship and float around the universe literally doing anything else but causing drama. he's a big fan of killing people so he can spend his time assassinating trillionaires or corrupt government officials. yeah i don't think he's nice enough to do that tbh djsjdsjd

Unpopular opinion: ngl kaleb cross kinda ugly,,,

OKAY fr tho- he ain't ugly but his design is a little bland, ya know???

Favorite relationship: jsdjshdjahdsa i go insane over revfinder. their dynamic is just SO- look idk how 2 put it into words but it's good. trust me.

uhmmm, i also think he'd be good friends with Ash. i almost see them as siblings tbh. they get each other through the tough times. also ash is the only one he'll willing listen to and he actually respects her.

Favorite headcanon: uhm! don't have any hc about him tbh sjdsjdj

ig a sort of hc is that he switches from saying that he's a Murder Machine to asserting the fact that he's human often. Like, he legit cannot decide what he considers himself as and that messes with him. we've heard him describe himself as being a killer robot, but there are instances where he still considers himself to still be human in a weird way?? like, in pathfinder's quest, he genuinely got upset that path told him that he was just a mere copy of kaleb cross's mind, and not kaleb himself. rev got so mad omg

and then he has this voiceline where, if you get caught in ash's tactical, he'll say something like "That simulacrum snared me!"

which is kind of weird tbh. Like, he says it in a way that he doesn't consider himself to be a sim also. You don't go around saying "That human shot me!" because that implies that you yourself are not a human; usually you're more specific, often saying the name of the person. LOOK, idk maybe i'm just looking too much into it/have a general misunderstanding of grammar. but yeah,,, those r my thoughts

ALSO- he likes piranhas, piranha plants, snakes, and literally anything else with sharp teeth.

OH- this is a popular hc (i think??), but every time he comes back to life in a new body, he gets paint and covers up the hammond logos on his hands.

#asks #long post #imma make a separate post for cypher btw! #ty for sending in your ask! your compliments made my whole week! #(also. again. didn't mean 2 write so much...)

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

I gotta say, I am happy the SL fandom has been more... calm, during the past year. Or, well... not calmed down, but I guess I have settled with it more?? Or y'all have settled with me?

Cause I stumbled across my liveblog posts from when I watched the show for the first time, and a lot of them had comments to them. Which, of course, was very fun! But a lot of comments I remember I got a bit stressed or intimidated by.

I have a way of writing and have a certain energy and I guess it takes a while to really get to know me. I also noticed that, as a newbie, people seemed to want me to think a certain way or want me to know how I was supposed to feel about things. I have noticed I can be the same with newbies, it's often well-meaning. But I didn't feel like that when I was in it myself.

I said that I liked Lumon, people told me "You will forget about them when you meet Simbar, cause Simbar is SO much better!" I said that I saw Nina as ace and I got an anon ask almost immediately asking me to explain myself why I would think that. I could write that I found a scene funny, and get a comment on the post, "this character really gets on my nerves here". Very often it was about Luna, or Jim or Yam. Three characters I often find very funny and sweet, so it wasn't the most fun when I just wanted to write something positive and I got the comment that people found them annoying in the scene - it was like, I was wrong for liking them in the scene. I could express that I didn't like Lutteo and get the comments "HOW CAN YOU NOT?!?!? THEIR CHEMISTRY IS OFF THE ROOFS?!?"

So what happened? I started to do the opposite out of spite.

I never forgot about Lumon. I did love Simbar a lot and I am happy they're endgame, but I never forgot about Lumon.

I don't think Nina is ace anymore, but I did for a very long time. Perhaps because, to some people, this caused a reaction?

I am still very defensive over Luna, Jim and Yam. Especially in season 3 - cause every time I see anyone say that they "pushed Nina to be with Eric" I just hope they'll see one of my thousands essays about it. They did not, and I will die on this hill. As much as it sucks, it was Nina herself primarily who got closer to Eric. Her friends encouraged it because they wanted their friend to be happy. Is it annoying when they go "ooh, I think he likes you". Yes. But guess what? Nina does that to them too. She actually has done that more than they have, they literally really only do it to her in s3. It just feels like you blame everything on them. And in the end, her friends don't give a damn who she dates as long as she's happy. I even think it would have been a little worse if her friends were like "No! You have to try to get back with Gastón! You have to keep thinking about him!" Did they do it perfectly? No, they're literally like 17 years old. They just go from their own life experiences, and yes, they might project their own thoughts onto Nina's situation, but Nina also does that to them. No one is innocent here. Every time I see a "they pushed her" post, I literally wish the person would rewatch season 3 or perhaps, actually watch it properly instead of jumping to conclusions. And if they have watched it then I am so tempted to send them one of my posts. This got very long, and I also have other examples - anyway, if I love and praise them, do not come and be like "they're annoying :/" in my comment section. Literally people being like this has caused me to always be on edge when mentioning them - even though no one has acted like this since last year (as mentioned above, the fandom has calmed down imo), I legit feel like I constantly need to be ready to defend them.

And yes, I still absolutely do not like Lutteo and I will like them even less if you tell me that I will like them. You can't tell me what to do??

Also I think due to how people reacted the first time, this may be one of my fave scenes out of spite, but weirdly enough one of my favorite scenes in the show is the girls talking about lutteo and niric in 3x56. I absolutely dislike both ships. I want them to not be a couple at all. BUT, the girls?? Being so excited for each other?? Luna joking that "what, should we tell everyone at roller to not be close to them" and Jim and Yam going "YES!! IT'S A GREAT IDEA!!"? IT'S NOT A GOOD IDEA, BUT IT'S SO FUNNY JUST BECAUSE IT'S SO TYPICALLY JIM AND YAM TO THINK IT IS (and guess what, Nina was happy they did that). And I've liked scenes like that before, for example in S1 when Luna and Nina dance away like "someone likes Ramiro!". I don't ship Yamiro at all either, but friends being supportive, teasing and excited for their friends just makes me so happy.

Anyway. Conclusion is, people in the SL fandom I feel aren't as much... questioning me anymore, like I felt people did when I first watched the show. But, as you noticed here, I do go off very easily, and that's because I have I am just used to having to defend myself. Even though, at this point, people are chill, people are fine, it's all good. You never know...

#sara's 1 year sl rewatch #soy luna

[casspurrjoybell-22]

Dream Eater - Chapter 17 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

I wake up from a dream and I smile.

It was a good dream, though I can't remember the details.

It had something to do with Dante and a cake and maybe a dog.

It doesn't matter because it didn't mean anything and it was all mine.

I roll over and press myself closer to Damien's back, wrapping my arms around his waist and giving him a light squeeze.

Early morning light spills in through the bedroom windows and the comforting sounds of the city drift up from the streets below.

We're home, in our apartment, on Earth.

After Astoreth healed me, I came to lying in the snow, stretched full-length with Damien at my side and my hand clasped in his.

Dante knelt beside us crying like we'd broken their heart.

Which, I learned, we momentarily had.

When they found us by the stone arch, Door closed and Astoreth gone, they'd thought we were dead.

It seemed like we were, too.

Then I woke up and a moment later, Damien did as well.

I hadn't felt any different, as far as I could tell and Damien said he didn't either.

Except that when he tried to use demonic power, nothing happened.

I was terrified he'd resent me for it, eventually, for choosing a human soul but if anything, he seemed overjoyed.

"You don't miss it?" I'd asked.

"Being able to summon fiery swords and pop between realities whenever you please?"

He grinned.

"Not at all. Do you miss having to eat people's dreams?"

I shook my head.

"No but that was never cool to begin with."

Somehow, though I don't remember hearing her speak, Astoreth had told me that the three natures of my soul were now one.

Each part had joined to create a single whole but while I was no longer a dream-eater and I'd never been much of a Celestial, I was still a Key and always would be and now Damien's soul was inextricably linked to mine.

Astoreth said that we would always seek one another, drawn by a force stronger than magnetism or gravity and that we were each now a part of a greater whole.

"What if I'm reborn as like, a toad or an eel or something?" I wondered and Damien had laughed.

"Then I hope I'm a toad or an eel too."

Dante offered to make us both sex-demons and told us we'd be able to feed off one another for all eternity but of course, we'd have to die first and we've both had enough of that for the moment.

We kept their offer as a distant backup option, just in case.

For now, we're happy to live and love as mere mortals and to savor each beautiful, precious, fragile moment as it comes and goes.

As for Dante, they decided to remain in Carnâk for now.

They said they were still having fun there and enjoying the artistic adoration.

Also, they'd bonded with Oran on the battlefield and the relationship had bloomed.

Apparently, seeing Dante in full battle-mode was like watching a violent ballet and Oran had been hooked.

I was sorry I hadn't gotten to see it.

Sometimes, when I just want see them, I wish Dante wasn't currently living in another dimension but Oran brings them to visit often enough that I hardly have time to miss them and Damien keeps me busy in more ways than one.

I hug him to me now and wonder at the strange machinations of fate.

Not that long ago I wanted nothing more than to get away from him and never look back.

Now I literally wouldn't be complete without him.

He wakes up and rolls over to face me, his features lit with a now, familiar look of wonder and delight.

It's the same look he has every morning when he wakes up next to me, like he can't quite believe his eyes.

"Good morning, beautiful boy," he says, kissing me lightly.

"I don't think you can call someone born a hundred years ago a boy," I say, smiling.

"Your passport says you're twenty-one," he replies.

"Barely old enough to drink."

It's amazing what money can buy these days.

Damien has us both fixed up with all the documents we need to live legit and above-board.

"That didn't stop you from getting me drunk last night," I say.

It didn't quite leave me with a hangover but it was enough that I don't remember exactly what happened, except that at some point I was up against a wall and then on the floor and then... I blush as memory returns and he grins.

"Thinking of something good?" he asks.

"You wish," I retort but blush harder when he slides a hand beneath the sheets and finds me hard.

"I do love mornings..."

At this point, he hardly needs Dante.

He's becoming a sex-demon all on his own.

Speaking of Dante, that night we celebrate the opening of Damien's latest architectural triumph... a gallery dedicated to their work.

I do my best to hide in the shadows and not draw attention to the fact that I'm featured in many of the examples on display.

Dante and Oran are here for the event and Dante finds me before long.

"Still happy, little bird?" they ask and I smile.

"Yes. I'm still happy."

"That was a ballsy choice you made. I don't know if I could've done it. Not after everything I've seen."

"That's why I made it," I say.

"I've seen a lot, some through my own eyes but mostly through other people's dreams. I know what grief and sorrow and loss and hate and fear look like. One thing I didn't see a lot of was happiness. But I saw it in those months I was living here with Damien, before Azael found us again. That's what I wanted more of, a happiness that's not just mine but his too."

"Well, I hope you enjoy it for a long time," they say.

"But when you get tired, just say so and we can be demons together again... all three of us."

I squint at them and they hold up their hands.

"Not like that... I just mean in general."

"Maybe someday, Dante," I laugh.

"Or maybe not. Maybe we'll just grow old together and die and see what comes next."

Dante makes a face.

"Listen up, little bird... you make me cry again and I'll fucking kill you myself and then I'll bring you back as my own personal demon and keep you in a gilded cage for the rest of eternity, safe and sound where I can see you and paint you whenever I want. Of course, I'll have to bring Damien too..."

It seems like they've given this a little too much thought already, so I distract them by asking about Oran.

Apparently, he has amazing stamina, both in bed and on the battlefield, which for Dante is sometimes the same thing.

I let my mind wander when the details get to be a bit too much and before I know it the evening is over and we're saying goodbye once again.

After an overly drawn-out farewell, Dante and Oran are gone.

The world seems a little more empty without them and I hope they get tired of Carnâk and come home to stay soon.

Later, Damien and I return to our apartment.

I feel deliciously tired... not exhausted, not drained of energy and needing someone else's nightmares to keep me alive... just pleasantly weary and ready for sleep.

Damien has other ideas.

"I have something for you," he says, walking me back until my legs hit the edge of the bed and I fall over.

"You've already given me that three times today," I say, though I'm not really complaining.

"Not like this," he says.

"Close your eyes and don't freak out."

"Uh..." I frown but do as he asks.

I feel him take my wrists in his hands and then something soft closes around them with a click.

I open my eyes and see that he's chained me to the bed with a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs.

"If you don't want to, I'll take them off," he says quickly, looking nervous.

I tug at them experimentally and frown.

"You realize the last time you had these on me I thought you were gonna kill me, right?"

"These aren't the same ones. I bought these myself."

'Oh, great. What a relief.' I roll my eyes.

"At least tell me you bought them online, where no one could see your face."

He doesn't answer and he still looks really nervous and I give in.

"All right... have your way with me then."

The slow grin that breaks over his face makes me shiver.

"Oh, I intend to. That night, when I put those cuffs on you, I really was just afraid you were going to hurt yourself if you got up too fast. But when I looked back on that memory it became an obsession and I've been dreaming of it ever since."

"I never saw that in your dreams," I scoff.

He gives me a crooked smile.

"It's not a nightmare. Sometimes I'm not even asleep."

"You're a demon," I say, laughing.

Maybe Dante will be getting their wish sooner than they think, after all.

~The End~

[quirklove]

if you ever wanna make yourself really sad, please consult this particular headcanon of mine

that Shuichi’s reaction to anyone asking him out or asking if he wants to be their friend

is that his face goes red, and he ducks his head down a little, and mumbles along the lines of, “so what, you’re trying to make fun of me or something?”

this boy has been through some SHIT and people are ASSHOLES-

#mod post #I don't have any real headcanons for his actual background other than he's been bullied a lot bc of his looks #and people have definitely asked him out or pretended to be his friend just to mock him #like it's legit happened often enough and people have told him often enough that he's ugly or creepy #that he just can't wrap his mind around someone wanting to date or befriend him #it's so sad #f in the chat and then smooch the gecko man #blease he needs it

[shorkbrian]

I swear I ain’t in it for the money, but I can’t stop thinking about sugar daddy shoto. Maybe he sweeps a cute little college kid or barista of their feet, just something fun and casual. But this man starts falling harder, needing a way to lock them down to him. Money isn’t quite cutting it anymore, so he decides fucking a baby into her would do the trick. Shoto would push her down into the mattress, large frame twisting her into a sweet mating press. This way they could stay together forever and Shoto would have absolutely no problem providing for his sweet family <3

but fr tho I feel like Shouto is NOT the type for kids.

Mans will tolerate them when they babble or wave at him, but he very actively Does Not Want them.

Always uses condoms, and even though he’ll threaten not to, it’s never a legit thought in his mind to cum inside. Shouto doesn’t want to be a dad.

-----

You’ll be sittin on a park bench, fading sunset dark and pretty in front of you yet all you can do is cry. There’s not really any people around so it’s not like you’re bothering anyone - you hadn’t wanted to cry in your shabby apartment (half the cause of your worries) just in case you received a noise complaint.

“Are you alright?”

A somber, smooth voice is heard. You’re swiping at your tears quickly as you look up, trying to laugh off your state of distress. “Oh, haha, yeah I’m fine. Thanks for asking.” It’s hard to smile with your puffy cheeks and red-rimmed eyes.

The man in front of you frowns, hands in his coat pockets, scarf draped around his neck. “You don’t look fine. Mind if I sit?”

He’s already claiming the spot next to you on the bench before you can say a word, turning to you with a passive expression. “Why are you crying?”

And that’s all it takes to have you breaking down all over again, tears streaming down your face. Just one person offering to listen to the heavy burden you have to bear.

‘’M sor-sorry...” You sob, wiping at your eyes with frigid fingers, successful in doing nothing more but smearing tears around your face.

“Here.” The man’s taking off his scarf, gloved hands offering it you.

“I ca-can’t use your sc-scarf sir.” But he’s insistent, pressing it into your hands up by your face.

“I’ll just get another one. Keep it, you’re in need of it more than I am.”

The kindness makes another fresh bout of tears roll down your cheeks, but this time you're able to dab them away with soft fabric as you sniffle.

It takes a moment for you to calm yourself. When you do, you can finally engage in conversation with the man.

You tell him about your job hours getting cut, how you’ve been turned down or ignored by every single place you’ve applied at for a second job. How you’re barely affording to wash your clothes - you have to hang them or drape them across things in your apartment because you don’t have the money to pay for a dryer cycle.

And to top it all off, you’re still short on rent, despite how you scrimped and saved and even forced yourself not to buy groceries this week - you’ve gone hungry for the past three days.

“You haven’t eaten?”

You glance up at the man and his incredulous expression, shaking your head. “I’ve been trying to save money, I thought I could afford my rent if-”

“What kind of food do you like?” The man is pulling out his phone, swiping and tapping immediately. 

“Thank you, but I’m not-” looking for charity is what you want to say. Plus, you shouldn’t accept favors from strange men.

But the handsome man is waving you silent. “I’m cold, plus I’d like to grab a bite to eat before I head home. I don’t like eating alone though, you’d honestly be doing me a favor.”

You take a moment to process. Is he telling the truth? He sounds like an honest guy.

“Seems like the only place open around here is “Joe’s 24 hour Diner”.... You mind burgers?”

So that's how you end up in a booth opposite the man (”Shouto” he had told you as you both headed to the diner), munching away at warm food. It tastes so good, you hardly have time to worry about the man watching you as he eats.

You’d been shocked at his looks the moment you’d seen him in the light of the diner. Pretty two-toned hair, different colored eyes, perfect skin, expensive clothes. Why was he even talking to you? It’s obvious the two of you led very different lives.

“How does everything taste?”

“Delicious.” Is your response, and Shouto seems pleased, nodding before taking another bite of his meal.

Maybe it’s stupid... but you feel weirdly safe with this man. He doesn’t seem to bear any ill-intent towards you, nor has he made any comments about your body or let his hands or eyes stray. He seems like a gentleman.

Conversation flows easily between the two of you, even sharing a few chuckles at times. He’s some fancy rich businessman, you learn, and you share about your own life, laughing at the comparisons. Shouto can’t fathom growing up in a house with less than five bedrooms and a personal servant.

He asks for your number, and you’re hesitant in giving it - he surely can’t be interested in you? But he seems so sincere, it’s hard to say no.

When the two of you part ways, Shouto gives you a wave, “Hope to see you again soon, and under better circumstances.”

“You too! And sorry for being such a mess and stopping your walk-”

Shouto shrugs, cheeks beginning to pink from the cold air as you two stand outside the diner. “You needed help. I like to assist.”

-----

The next morning you wake to find an atrociously large sum deposited in your Venmo account by none other than a Shouto Todoroki.

Immediately, you’re calling him. “It’s too much, we just met. How can you give away that much money to some low-life?”

You hear him sigh on the other end of the phone. “You’re obviously struggling. I was wondering what your hours are this week, perhaps we could talk about this over dinner? Or lunch, if that fits better with your schedule. I’m flexible.”

It’s a few days later, days spent questioning yourself, questioning his intentions, before you see him again, both of you deciding to meet for lunch to further discuss... whatever had just happened.

“Was what I gave you adequate to cover your rent?” Are the first words out of Shouto’s mouth after you greet each other.

“Yeah, more than enough-” You squirm. “But I need to ask.... why?”

“Why?”

“Why me.” 

“Oh.” Shouto’s expression clears. “That’s easy. I told you a few days ago - I like to assist. I’m quite lonely, and it feels nice to use my money on someone other than myself. I think providing for someone brings me... I wouldn’t quite say joy, but... contentment.”

You contemplate his answer for a moment. 

“Well... you saved me with my rent, I don’t really know how to thank you.”

The man leans forward. “Well.... I know it might be a bit sudden, but how would you feel accepting me as a.... benefactor of sorts?”

“You mean like a sugar daddy?” Is your immediate, blurted response. You want to slap yourself for speaking before you have the chance to think about your words, but luckily Shouto just lets out a light laugh.

“If you’d like to call it that. I’m willing to provide financial assistance for you, in exchange for companionship, if you’re willing to give it.”

Your face heats up as you drop your eyes, fidgeting nervously in your seat. “I don’t feel comfortable with a... a sexual relationshi-”

“That’s perfectly acceptable.” Shouto cuts you off before you can continue. “I wasn’t trying to insinuate a contract of that nature. I’m thinking more along the lines of accompanying me at meals, sharing experiences with me, providing company and friendship to a lonely man. If it seems that we’d like to progress further than that after we get to know each other, well, that will be addressed then. For now-” Shouto meets your eye, dipping his head a smidgeon so he can look at you directly. “All I ask for is a simple, non-intimate bond between two people.”

This is crazy.

And yet you accept.

The situation may be wild, and completely absurd, but you’d be a fool not to say yes.

Shouto is charming and handsome, respectful, courteous - you could go on and on about his positive qualities. He just seems like a sad, lonesome man swallowed by work and responsibilities, too stressed and busy to put the effort into making friends the conventional way. 

-----

Months pass by.

You’re eating at every meal, sated and never going hungry. You’re able to move into a new place, one that doesn’t smell like cigarettes and sits right next to a railroad.

Clothes aren’t a worry anymore, you have your own washer and dryer in your new apartment (Shouto offered to buy you a house, or a penthouse at the least, but you couldn’t justify it to yourself). You’re able to afford new things, and pretty dresses, shoes that are comfortable and fashionable and that fit.

You no longer have to wear clothes down until they have holes in them. You’re able to go to the doctor’s when you feel sick, able to pay for health insurance.

Life is good.

Shouto is a personable man, serious, but he can be rather funny and even crude at times.

The doubt and thoughts of “Why is he doing this for me?” and “I’m not good enough for this.” plague you, but Shouto always seems to catch on, reassuring you that you’re exactly what he needs - a friend.

And you’re more than happy to be that.

You think sometimes, that even if he wasn’t paying you, you’d still like to be friends with Shouto Todoroki.

Until he starts acting weird.

“You should just stay at my place. I have more than enough room,, it’d be easier for both our schedules. We’d get to see each other more often.”

“Uhm...” You don’t really know what to say. You like your freedom, and having your own place where you can walk around in your (expensive) underwear without being bothered.

“I think it’d be nice, don’t you? We could have breakfast every morning, you wouldn’t have to worry about traveling to and fro, we could spend more time together. We don’t see each other nearly enough.”

He’s pushing, insistent. How are you supposed to tell him no? He’s paying for your entire life. Plus, it wouldn’t be that bad to actually live with him. Shouto’s an amicable man.

So you move in.

“I bought you a few things, they’re on your bed.” 

Shouto’s striding into the kitchen where you’re making coffee, buttoning up his shirt as he comes closer. You’ve found that the man likes to sleep in nothing but boxers, shrieking and flushing an embarrassing shade the first time he’d come to wake you up with a sweet “welcome” breakfast in bed.

It’s taken a while to adjust, but you finally feel that you’re fully settled in.

“Oh, you really don’t ha-”

“I wanted to. I went through your closet - your clothes are nice, but your underwear seemed to be lacking.” He’s so matter-of-fact.

All you can do is stare at the back of his head.

“Could you pass me a spoon please?”

-----

Shouto had splurged on expensive, fancy lingerie. 

At least eight different sets were laid out on your bed. It was overwhelming. It also felt.... a bit intrusive? They were all in your size, in a complementary color for your skin tone. 

Weird.

Not as weird as the onset of Shouto’s casual touches.

You’d be reading, or drinking tea and watching cars race by on the street so far below, and Shouto would come up behind you, caress your sides before intertwining his fingers with yours on one hand. He did it as if it was a normal thing, but it felt anything but normal.

Or you’d be on the couch together, and Shouto would shuffle closer until his large body was pressed to yours, almost curled around you. The faux-cuddling was a bit more off putting. How do you tell him no?

The touches became more and more intimate, Shouto’s gifts more and more frequent until you weren’t even spending a penny, the man taking care of everything.

The arrangement was beginning to make you uncomfortable.

Shouto’s bi-colored eyes seemed to always be on you, tracing the shape of your body, watching you move, or breath, or sit. It was distracting, and you felt bad for feeling this way towards the man who’d pulled you out of poverty, but it was so unnerving.

He seemed to notice.

“You’ve been so stressed these past few days. Is something wrong?” Shouto’s rubbing a hand into your shoulder, hovering over you at the dinner table.

“No?” Is all you can manage, wiping your hands on your napkin as you finish your food.

Shouto frowns. With a sigh, his hand drops from your shoulder and the man leaves your side, heads toward the kitchen.

You clear your plate from the table, following after him so you can wash it and put it in the dishwasher before you head off to get ready for bed. 

But Shouto is rummaging in a cupboard, pulling down two wine glasses to accompany the bottle of wine that’s standing proud on the island.  It’s your favorite, a sweet wine that Shouto knows you like, always brings it out when he decides to drink whisky or bourbon after dinner.

He pops the cork and pours you a glass while you finish with your dishes, handing you the glass when you turn away from the sink, pressing it into your hands. “Let’s relax a little bit, it’ll be good for both of us.”

You’re fine with that, knowing that a little wine won’t hurt you, especially when it’s of such fine quality. You’d never dreamed that you’d be able to taste such richness in your lifetime, spend frivolous amounts of money on wine and fine eateries. Yet here you are.

Shouto pours himself a glass, barely a sip filling the bottom. The man raises it to his lips and takes a swig, grimacing a bit in his flat, unexpressive way. You giggle a little.

“Too sweet?’

The man nods, setting the glass back down. “I’m not entirely sure how you can stand to stomach it. But if it makes you happy-” He shrugs, before pulling on of the bar-stools out from under the island so he can sit facing you, long legs stretching out before him.

You look at him, and he looks at you, and then you take another sip of wine to avoid the awkwardness.

“You’re distancing yourself from me.”

The accusation is quiet, Shouto’s eyes focused on your fingers wrapped around the stem of the glass.

He’s always been straightforward with his words. “Is there a reason you keep drawing away?”

The wine disappears from your glass, sliding down your throat and settling in your stomach. You fill your glass again before speaking, struggling to find the right words without upsetting your... benefactor.

“Well, Shouto... I don’t really know how to...” You trail off, hoping Shouto will say something, change the subject, say it’s alright and move on to something else.

But the man stays silent, eyes appraising you.

Taking a deep breath, and another gulp of sweetness, you try again.

“Sometimes the closeness... like, physical closeness? Makes me, well, uncomfortable.”

Hopefully, that would satisfy his curiosity for now. That wasn’t the only reason you’d been avoiding Shouto seeming distant, but you didn’t think sharing the others would result in anything good.

Said man accepted your response, dropping his eyes to his lap as he mulled it over. More wine was consumed, glass re-filled. You felt nervous.

“You’re saying that my touch isn’t something you’d prefer.”

Biting your lip, you soften at his confused expression, at the hint of sadness swimming behind his eyes. “Kind of. I don’t mind you Shouto, you’re really kind, and you’re good company, and a wonderful friend. I just don’t think the.... the intimacy is for me.”

Shouto raises his head, stares at you with those pretty eyes, lips parted as he comes to terms with your words. 

“It sounds like you don’t trust me. I would never hurt you, you know this.”

You scramble to assure him. “I do! I do trust you, and I know you wouldn’t.” (at least you hoped) “But I guess I just... Coming into this agreement I wasn’t ready for that type of... thing. I don’t know if I ever will be.”

The man rises, shakes his head as he steps closer to you. “Don’t worry, I remember our first conversation about that aspect. I see that for you, that type of relationship would only begin after you really cared for the other person, trusted and wanted to see them happy, am I correct?”

“Oh, Shouto-” You rush. “No, I care for you, and I trust you, and of course I want to see you happy. I think it’s just, y’know, my last relationship like that went really bad, and it sucked. I don’t want to go through that again.”

Shouto nods, understanding. “I see. You don’t have to worry about any of that with me then.”

A smile crosses your face, and you feel relived that he accepted your rejection with grace and understanding instead of violence or anger. “Thank you, it means a lot to me.”

The mood of the room shifted, from tense and uncomfortable, to easy and light, and you poured another glass of wine, laughing a little at how worried you were about the conversation with Shouto, only for it all to turn out fine.

“I’m going to go drink some of the liquor that’s kept in my room. I could mix a few drinks for you to try, you might like how sweet they are. I know hard alcohol isn’t quite your thing.”

You beam a smile, nodding your head eagerly. Before, you’d feel apprehensive about going into his room with him to drink alcohol. But with the conversation the two of you just had, you knew - things would be fine.

-----

The room was spinning and you felt giddy and light. You were definitely tipsy.

“You can lay down on my bed, you’re getting wobbly on your feet.” Shouto had offered, and you’d gladly accepted, flopping down onto his comfy bedspread with a laugh at how the motion made butterflies rise in your tummy.

Shouto leaned against his dresser, swirling whiskey in his glass as he watched you, a half-smile across his face. You smiled back, before closing your eyes, a little bit tired as you realized that you might be a bit more than just tipsy.

Shouto had mixed quite a few drinks for you, and you’d drank each one eagerly, impressed with how little alcohol you could taste in each one. You don’t remember how many you had, but it didn’t really matter.

The next thing you know, hands are on your waist, scooting you further up the bed so your legs no longer hang off the edge. Cracking open an eye, you’re met with the visage of red-and-white, eyes soft and warm as they regard you, Shouto’s face tinged a bit pink from the few drinks he had consumed. The man had never been too good at holding his alcohol.

When those hands started to slip beneath your shirt, you wiggled like a little worm, not really comprehending the situation. Maybe it was a dream.

Your shirt was discarded, then your pants. It felt much more comfortable now, and you mumbled a “thanks” to the man helping you settle for bed. He was so nice, Shouto took such good care of you. You still kind of couldn’t believe the turn your life had taken with him, the good luck pushed into your path.

Someone was kissing you.

With a grunt of surprise, you kissed them back, meeting their feverish pace and trying to keep up, soft lips puckering and pushing against your own with intent. Kissing felt good. You liked kissing.

Then a hand was cupping your face, stroking tenderly over your cheek before it began sliding down, down your neck, into the valley between your breasts, trailing over your bra. It felt funny.

Pushing back for air, you gasped when the hand on your chest started squeezing at you, eyes flying open with the startling, sudden sensation.

Shouto was hovering over you, lips puffy, panting as he stared at you with lusty eyes, an uncharacteristic look on his face. This... this wasn’t supposed to be like this. You knew. Hadn’t the two of you just talked about something... important? Was it important?

You didn’t feel panic until a hand cupped your sex, feeling your skin through your panties.

This wasn’t right.

Alarm bells were ringing, dull and far away, but you didn’t think that Shouto should be touching you in such a way. you should be going to bed.

“Mm, Sho, can you stop?” But your words felt funny on your tongue, and Shouto didn’t stop. Maybe he didn’t hear you.

His hair tickled your chin as the man bent to mouth at your tits, pulling the cups of your bra underneath them so he could feel your hot skin, let his saliva drag slick and wet against your chest. 

Your hands instinctively rooted themselves in his hair as you gasped again, not expecting such a move, tugging lightly at his head to pull him up. Shouto just groaned, teething gently at your breasts and not moving an inch. His hips were grinding against the bed though, as he stood between your spread legs.

Before you knew it, your panties were gone, bra clumsily unclasped and discarded, and you were completely bare. Shouto was undressing before you, struggling with the buttons on his shirt before giving up, easily ripping the fabric of his body with one tug, grumbling.

You didn’t feel so tipsy anymore.

“Shouto, what’re we doing? We shouldn’t be doing this, we need to stop-”

“Stay down.” Was his firm command, a hand splayed across your naked chest and pushing you back into the mattress as you tried to sit up. It made you breathless, the growl in his voice, the dominance emanating from the man. You stayed still.

“This’s gonna make us a stronger couple.” The man slurred, eyes dark and hands wandering, effortlessly keeping you pinned against the bed as he ground his hips forward against the edge. You were getting scared.

“Wait-”

You fell silent as one hand pushed down his pants, his underwear going with them, pink cock bobbing free. He was so pretty down there, and it made sense, all of him was pretty, but you suddenly realized the weight of the situation, what was happening.

“Shouto, no, oh my god. We gotta stop right now, we’re drunk, we’re-we’re-”

“Don’t care. Not gonna let you hide away from me this time.” Shouto shook his head, taking his cock in one hand and giving it a long, slow pump, flushed tip weeping precum and wetting his hand.

“No, no, this is wrong. I don’t want this, I could get pregnant!” You cried, beginning to panic for real, pushing against the one strong hand anchoring you to the bed.

Shouto just chuckled, letting go of his cock to crowd against you, getting up in your face to press a wet finger to your lips, the salty taste of his precum threatening to slip into your mouth unless you kept it shut. “Shhh, shh. If you stay nice and still, if you do what I say, I’ll use a condom.”

You couldn’t believe your ears.

“You’re gonna listen to me, you always do.” The man nodded to himself, once again dragging his cock against the bed between your legs, as if he couldn’t stop himself. “Or else I’ll fuck you raw.” The finger was pulled from your lips, only to be wagged teasingly in your face. 

You couldn’t believe how he was acting.

“Be nice.”

Shouto tapped your nose with a neatly manicured finger, before groaning as he heaved himself upright, red cock bobbing against his stomach, desperate for attention. The man gave you a look, as if to say “don’t move” before he took his hands off you, heading for his dresser.

Once you saw him pulling out a strip of condoms, you were on your feet, stumbling toward the door.

Although panic had sobered you somewhat, you were still struggling with the effects of the alcohol, so your reaction time was maddeningly slow. Slow enough that you weren’t able to truly fight against Shouto when he grabbed you from behind toned arms wrapping around your middle and heaving you into the air, only to throw you back on his bed.

You were almost sick on the bedspread, world spinning and stomach protesting, but you were able to calm yourself.

But then Shouto was on you, flipping you onto your back, a soft hand pressing against your throat threateningly. 

“You want to have a baby? Want me to cum in you so you’ll get all fat with kids? Hm?” He was so intense, almost choking you, straddling your waist and keeping you pinned. It was too much

You were able to manage a tearful, desperate “No!” despite the hand around your throat, and Shouto backed off, releasing the pressure to instead stroke his hand against the sides of your neck.

“Stop acting like this, it’s the next logical step for us. You said you cared for me, wanna make me happy. This’ll make me happy. I won’t be like the last guy.”

His cock was pressed against your stomach, and you could feel it twitching. Shouto clambered off of you, letting go of your neck so he could grab the condoms he’d tossed on the bed before snatching you up.

“Do what I say and I use these.” He waved them in your face before tearing one off, beginning to open it. 

You stayed still, gazing at him blearily, limbs feeling fuzzy, mind feeling the same.

The condom was rolled onto Shouto’s cock, the man spitting into his palm and giving the latex a few rubs to make it slick before reaching for you.

He dragged you to the edge of the bed - the perfect height for him to fuck you - and you didn’t fight, terrified of his threat. You couldn’t stand the thought of a baby.

(You didn’t know, but neither could he)

“Wanted to do this since I met you.” Shouto mumbled, pushing your panties to the side with a few fingers so he could guide his tip to your hole. “Want you so bad.”

You didn’t know what to think of this side of Shouto. This unreserved, uncareful, slurring mess of a man that loomed before you, gaze dark and wild, limbs everywhere as he groped and squeezed and appreciate the shape of your body.

But he must’ve gotten impatient, because then he was pushing inside.

It hurt, stinging pain rippling up your back and you keened, causing Shouto to pause. One of his hands darted down to wrap around your calf, hauling it up on the bed so he could lean forward and press it to you chest, sinking his cock a few inches deeper.

“You’re gonna take it.” He hissed before messily kissing you, pressed so close together that it was hard to breathe. “I’ll make it feel good after you do.”

#shouto #shouto todoroki #todoroki shouto #bnha shouto #yandere shouto #shouto x you #yandere #Yandere bnha #Yandere mha #sugar daddy lol #sugar daddy shouto #Shouto smut #Yandere shoto #shoto todoroki #todoroki shoto #Shoto smut #tw.noncon #tw.dubcon #tw.coercion #tw.manipulation #tw.abuse of power #tw.abuse of trust

[rayofsunas]

pretending you’re not his s/o. [1]

A/n: happy Thursday!! whew, the week is almost over thank goodness. I hope you’re all doing well and thank you for being patient while I knock out these requests <333 Scaramouche’s is long for obvious reasons (I simp) ALSO thank you for 800 followers, I hit that milestone yesterday ahagdwcsh omg I’m growing so much wtf. thank you all :) <33 

Summary: the boys having to pretend their s/o is their secretary, maid, friend, etc. (someone other than their s/o)

Parings: Childe/Reader, Venti/Reader, Kaeya/Reader, Diluc/Reader, Albedo/Reader, Aether/Reader, Xiao/Reader, Chongyun/Reader, Xingqiu/Reader, Scaramouche/Reader, Razor/Reader, Bennett/Reader, Zhongli (fem and gn mixed)

Warnings: violence tbh (in Scara’s especially chile), swearing, crack, angst?, fluff

Word count: 1.7k

Requested by bestie @mintydump​ 

Refuses (tells people you’re his s/o and compromises the mission)

Childe: for some odd reason, he was sent out by the Tsaritsa to retrieve a man who was impersonating one of the eleven harbingers and you were to go along. she said men were much more willing to follow along, if there was a beautiful woman promising affection, etc. the only problem was, to win over the impersonator, you had to pretend to be Childe’s co-worker. he hated this idea, and the minute he left, he reassured you he would not call you his partner unless it was romantically. so hell yeah, he’ll compromise the mission and will return without the impersonator. he does not care, you’re not his co-worker. he’ll just be like, “sorry, next time send me alone.”

Venti: jean why... ofc you'd be great company duh, but why did you need to be his babysitter on this expedition?!? sure, Venti may look like a child, but this was stupid! he’s loose-lipped anyways, so he’ll accidentally let it slip to whoever that you’re not his babysitter and that you’re his s/o. he’ll be like, “oops.” with the biggest shit-eating grin. he doesn’t care though, you’re not his babysitter grrr. 

Razor: he also accidentally lets it slip you’re his s/o. hunters were after him and his friends, you included (you’re human, he considers you family though, therefore wolf) and he just yells, “don’t touch my mate, GRRR” before ya know, ending them lmao. it never crossed his mind that maybe it wasn’t in his/your best interest to say what you were to him. other hunters could be nearby listening and then target you at a later date. but, tbh he will worry about that another day. as long as you’re safe now, he’ll always be there to protect you. 

Refuses (he doesn’t refuse the mission, but he refuses calling you someone other than his s/o/he won’t say if you’re his s/o or not.) 

Kaeya: he definitely won’t be calling you anything other than his s/o but he also won’t offer this mission to anyone else. he’s more than capable and he can do this without you having to be in danger too. if someone asks who you are, he’ll just cooly respond with, “none of your business.” and move on. he’ll use that whenever someone asks who you are. even if someone gets a little pushy, he won’t use anything to clue them of your relationship.

Xingqiu: he was supposed to borrow steal a book from someone. he needed it for personal purposes lol; it would be great for his collection. and from his understanding, the person who has it wasn’t using it. though you were confused on why he needed to break into somewhere to retrieve it. you just happened to be with him when he broke in, he says it was an accident that you were there, but tbh it’s all part of the thrill and his mischievousness. despite Chongyun warning him that he shouldn’t have brought you, he still did. and when the person who owns the book whips out a sword and then asks why you were brought along if you seemed timid and unreluctant to steal, Xingqiu’s response is, “well she’s my girlfriend! duh.” cue deadpan. legit no hesitation.

Scaramouche: this mission is happening no matter what. the Tsaritsa’s life is on the line; highly trained assassins from all over Teyvat were sent into Snezhnayan territory to kill her. she could protect herself, but Scaramouche was feeling feverish for battle; he was one of the more unhinged and dangerous harbingers, she entrusted this task upon him. he never turned down a mission. plus, it’s your fault you’re even here. why are you here again!? he left you home in Inazuma days ago. also... who the hell was looking after your daughter if not you...?? when you caught up with him once he was well away from Liyue Harbor’s docks (so he couldn’t force you to get back onto the ship, smart) you told him you weren’t some housewife and you missed the thrill of adventure, so you snuck on the ship too. he wasn’t sure how you got on in the first place without alerting The Kanjobugyo (you’ve snuck out before, so he’s told them not to let you leave, though he assumed you used your former title of a Fatui to gain clearance) let’s just say he’s not happy you’re here, but he’s not turning back now, he’s determined to end this. in the end, he kills all the assassins (ofc). on your way back to Liyue Harbor, arguing about why you’re here (you’re losing), another assassin comes out of the shadows; intent on killing the both of you. he’d managed to grab the end of your hair in his fist and was going to slit your throat. Scaramouche will say, “don’t touch my wife, you insolent scum.” he doesn’t have a problem telling those who have a death wish of your intimate relationship, because they’ll die in the end anyway; therefore to him, it’d be like they never knew. 

Zhongli: not many people know you’re his s/o anyways, so if he has something to do, especially dangerous you’re not coming along. he’ll make sure of that. on missions or something, he refuses to call you anything other than his s/o, but if he can’t/wants to keep it private he’ll call you by your name. if you’re facing off against someone, he’ll be like, “y/n, please watch out, I’ll handle this.” he never wants to put you in danger, and tbh even someone threatening who knows your name is a risk, but if they ever found out that you were not only his s/o but the s/o of an Archon? yeah, you’d be on a hit list just like him. 

Accepts (he will do this and won’t ask any questions)

Diluc: sorry y’all, but once this is discussed in full and you agree, he’s going to accept it. this mission is important. it’s not often people travel into Inazuma, so he was very lucky his wine is sold there and that he has a popular, well-known name. shipments of his wine weren’t making it into the borders and he was to find the culprit behind it; someone was stealing obviously. you were to go along with a few other soldiers and when jean told him it would be safer to call you his maid and not his fiancé, he agreed. you wouldn’t be a target that way. if anyone wonders why he took his maid, he’ll just say, “she’s to travel everywhere with me.” don’t worry, after the missions over he’ll reassure you he doesn’t think of you as his maid, definitely not. he’ll apologize profusely. “please don’t think of yourself that way, you’re not my maid, I adore you very much, sweetheart.”

Xiao: he already doesn’t go around calling you his wife or telling just anyone, only the Archons know and the fallen Yaksha once knew (you’re one of the female Yaksha) so being talked into this wasn’t a big deal at all. before, he didn’t run around Liyue telling people about your relationship because you both enjoyed the privacy. but now, having to call you his fellow Yaksha who’s been working alongside him for centuries, kinda feels like he’s ignoring or not acknowledging you. sure, you do hold the same titles (Yaksha) and yes you’ve known eachother for centuries, but really, you’ve been together for centuries. if you’re not bothered, then he doesn’t mind. but if you are? he’s very apologetic and will repay you in some way. “you’re not a weakling, you have no reason to worry.” he needs to do this task, he’ll never turn away from the people and if you have to be known as your Yaksha title to him and others, so be it. 

Chongyun: it’s not that he doesn’t want to call you his s/o. it’s just he’s a quiet guy and never has told anyone about your relationship; only Xingqiu knows. so he has no problem introducing you as his friend to absolute strangers, especially if you’re okay with it. if you’re not and tell him, he’ll be sure to never call you a friend again. he’s really looking out for your safety, people can be two-faced as he’s learned from Xingqiu’s fantasy books. he wants to protect and keep you safe, and if you need to be addressed as his friends a few times then that’s how it’s going to go. 

Accepts (he’ll accept but he has so many questions on why and hates it)

Albedo: he will accept if there’s a logical reason. for example, if you absolutely need to come because you’re his assistant or something and can offer your expertise, he will accept. but if you have no need? you’re not coming, please stay home. the whole time, he hates this. yes, you’re his assistant irl, but you’re his s/o, not just an assistant. it makes him sick that he has to call you that tbh, even if it’s your occupation. but it’s necessary for a lot of reasons you two have already discussed. after the mission is complete, he’s never going to stop apologizing. “love, please do not take what I said to heart, you’re not just an assistant.”

Aether: he has to be talked into this a lot. once kaeya and jean tell him the seriousness and importance of seeing his sister again, especially after all they’ve discovered about her, he’ll agree. no matter how much he hates calling you his travel partner, he has to. his sister has turned to the dark side for whatever reason and this meeting already is risky enough. if she finds out you’re his girlfriend, who knows how she’ll react; she’s very unpredictable now, a little unhinged even. but it does hurt to have to call you that, let’s be real. he never wants to say or hear that ever again.

Bennett: he knows he’s quite unfortunate, so you going with him on expeditions is just stupid and you could face something awful due to his bad luck. you go either way though, what a good s/o :) he almost slips a few times, especially facing off against a few lowlife Fatui. but then you remind him of the dangers of doing that and you’re immediately just a friend/member of Benny's Adventure Team. pls, he hates this so much, like why can’t he call you what you are?!? he’s constantly like, “well why can’t I just say you’re my s/o already? they won’t harm you as long as I’m here!” ?!?!?!? HE JUST DID?!?!?!?!

2.25.21, rayofsunas 

#rayofsunas #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenarios #childe #childe x reader #venti #venti x reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya #diluc #diluc x reader #albedo #albedo x reader #aether #aether x reader #xiao #xiao x reader #chongyun #chongyun x reader #xingqiu #xingqiu x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #razor #razor x reader #bennett #bennett x reader #zhongli

[captainsway]

in regards to anakin skywalker being ~groomed~ by palpatine - a lot of stanakins like to use that word to mean that palpatine was targeting anakin for legit abuse and pervy shit but lbr, the sith were really an analogy to bigotry and evil people in the world. he was legitimately using tactics that white supremacists continue to use even now to gain anakin’s support for his causes, despite whatever good qualities the jedi taught him. people like to say that the jedi ~let~ anakin be abused, but palpatine really just talked to him about how the jedi don’t do anything for people and only palpatine can help with anakin’s support and then the ~evils~ of the galaxy could be eradicated. and really that sounds like white supremacist recruitment tactics:

That pattern of escalation is familiar to Christian Picciolini, an author and former neo-Nazi who left the movement in 1996 and now runs the Free Radicals Project, which supports others who want to leave extremist movements.

“Youth have always been critical to the growth of extremist movements, since the beginning of time. Young people are idealistic, they’re driven, they are motivated, and they’re not afraid to be vocal. So if you can fool them into a certain narrative that seems to speak to them, then that’s the growth of your movement,” he says. “And I’ve never seen an extremist movement grow as fast as I have in the last 10 years.”

[...]

Picciolini was a lonely kid in 1987 — the son of Italian immigrants who were loving but often absent, working long hours — when he first met his neo-Nazi recruiter. The man strolled up to Picciolini as he smoked in an alley and plucked the joint from his lips: “The communists and the Jews want you to do that, to keep you docile,” the man said. And the power of that moment, Picciolini recalls, didn’t lie in the words the recruiter spoke but in how he made Picciolini feel: like he mattered.“The politics, the ideology wasn’t attractive to me at all,” Picciolini says. “I didn’t even understand it, at 14 years old. But what was attractive was the sense of the identity, community and purpose that the movement provided.”

‘Do you have white teenage sons? Listen up.’ How white supremacists are recruiting boys online.

it’s the same shit palpatine did with anakin. he told anakin that anakin was powerful and right and that his support system/family wasn’t doing enough and palpatine needed his help to ~control~ the senate. we see it in attack of the clones with anakin advocating for a dictatorship to padme and talking about how ‘[obi-wan] holds him back’ - something palpatine constantly told him. it wasn’t anything perverted lmao but it was perverse in the sense that this shit DOES happen. it doesn’t matter how well the kids are raised or how good the parents are, the tactics are used to slip past all that and slowly indoctrinate kids over to the other side.

and when stanakins treat anakin like a poor abused uwu baby it delegitimises the actual tactics that people are using in real life to turn kind young kids into actual bigot white supremacists. lucas wasn’t a great writer, but he wasn’t stupid. he was writing about how easy it is to turn someone into an actual villain, no matter how they were brought up. palpatine preyed on anakin’s weaknesses, just like white supremacists prey on kids’ insecurities and need to belong. while white supremacists might use jokes and how other people respond to them, palpatine used praise for anakin’s need for power.

basically tldr? stop using ‘palpatine groomed anakin’ as a roundabout way to say palpatine diddled anakin and start using it more like how neo-nazis groom recruits, because that’s literally what it was.

#star wars disk horse #child abuse cw #nazi cw #white supremacy cw

[chokiipng]

Hay fever : Genshin various

a/n : suffering from seasonal allergies isn't fun . so instead of trying to do school work, i'm gonna write hcs to make myself feel better

character(s) : Xiao, Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Childe contents : fluff with a bit of crack (my specialty) + : reader has really bad seasonal allergies

Xiao :

he doesn't really understand tbh

he plays it off as a common cold at first and entrusts you with Verr, much to her annoyance. he didn't realize the true severity of the situation until a week had passed.

he's heard of seasonal allergies before, so it's not like he was entirely clueless, he just didn't know how to go about treating it.

because of this, he turned into a big ball of concern for the entirety of spring

he asked everyone he could for help, even that ginger haired harbinger (to which he had no clue since he basically lives on an iceberg)

this also happened to peek Zhongli's interest, who then took him to Bubu pharmacy to learn more. it took Xiao about 5 different interrogations to actually visit Bubu, he cursed himself internally for not checking there in the first place

of course, Baizhu laughed it off and informed the both of them on how allergies work, how they're triggered, and how to prevent/soothe them

if you sneezed/sniffled, he was immediately by your side with a tissue and some water. itchy eyes, he had a small bottle of eyedrops for you courtesy of Dr. Baizhu and Qiqi

it was amusing to say the least, watching a feared Yaksha running around frantically in order to soothe your allergies

of course, he soon picked up that it was because you went outside every goddamn day to complete commissions and to pick flowers for who knows who (Qiqi, you often found yourself picking herbs with her because who could say no to that face?)

he legit locked you in your room at Wangshuu Inn and did your commissions for you. he didn't want you in any pain, so he stayed with you when he finished all of his tasks

he didn't isolate you though, but if he takes you out he makes sure you take your allergy medicine (given by Qiqi, ty bby) and that you have a mask on

Diluc :

he never really experienced hay fever, but he knows the gist of it

he's heard stories of it from customers of the Angel's Share and was immensely grateful to the Archons for blessing him with immunity to seasonal allergies

but he wasn't prepared to catch you practically sneezing your guts out one morning

Diluc drops everything, much to Adelinde's horror, and orders for a box of tissues and water immediately. he whips out the blankets from under the couch that he knew you hid and props you on some pillows he fluffed in a panicked rush

the maids watch with a nervous chuckle as he runs around the mansion, completely forgetting about his shift at the Angel's Share and his nightly heroic duties

as soon as he calms down from the initial shock of how hard allergies hit you, he asks you how your feeling and if he can do anything

the next day he asks Donna (who stutters at his mere presence), who mind you is an employee at the Floral Whisper, since Flora isn't there herself about hay fever. he figured that people who worked at a flower shop would know about allergies caused by the pollen produced by flowers

he brings back medicine that you've been instructed to take daily as to lessen the affects of your allergies

despite his day duties, he offers to take up your daily commissions during the days you are physically unable to do them or just does them of his own volition

he trusts that the maids will take care of you in his stead

in the mean time, you're allowed to roam the city as you wish, but that's about it. he threatened Lawrence and Swan that they would feel the wrath of retribution if you stepped foot outside the city

Mondstadt was a land of eternal springtime, there was no way in hell he was letting you out of the city without his supervision

while all of this may be a bit much, he makes sure to let you know that this is just him caring for you. he doesn't want to seem overbearing and trusts that you know what's happening to your body and how to treat it

Kaeya :

he laughs at your demise

what did you expect ?

but he really is worrying on the inside

he makes sure to check in with Barbara just to make sure that you're not suffering from a lethal disease

once he knows that they're just seasonal allergies, (almost) all his worries subside and he sighs of relief

he notifies Jean beforehand (but sometimes forgets), he works considerably less during the time of your allergies since he doesn't really trust anyone else to take care of you

he also doesn't drink as much, surprising, he knows

he refrains from bringing you flowers as he usually does and instead spoils you with unnecessary affection

Kaeya doesn't worry as much since he puts faith in you that you know what's going on in your body. since they're seasonal allergies, he realizes that you must've gone through this before and know how to treat it

since you can't really cure it, you just act more cautious in the outdoors

he often accompanies you on your daily commissions and such, just to be sure that your okay. he takes over the moment you pause to sneeze or itch your nose even once

aside from this, he's the other reason why your allergies are unbearable

once they're all done and over, he teases you relentlessly about how reliant you were on him when in reality it was him doing your tasks of his own volition rather than you asking him. you told him several times that you could handle it, but he persisted nonetheless

he's more reasonable during your hay fever, and despite his unnecessary comments, you find it endearing

Albedo :

he is among the few men who are actually calm during the situation, but since when is he not?

he probably already has a remedy for you that greatly lessens the affect of your allergies

but even without it, he trusts that you know how to handle it

the only factor in here that would cause chaos-

is Klee

once Klee hears you sneeze all hell breaks loose in Albedo's workspace

she runs around everywhere looking for tissues and then ends up bringing Mondstadt's entire supply, which you and Albedo laugh nervously at

once Klee calms down, you explain the bare minimum of hay fever, which she manages to understand

while he has faith that you can treat it yourself, Albedo still recommends that you stay inside more rather than going out exploring and looking for chests, to which you sheepishly comply

Jean cannot thank you enough when it comes to Klee's behavior during this season, as Klee tends to spend more time at home with you and Albedo once you finish your commissions so that "you don't feel lonely!"

she even drew you a picture to show how much she cared!

if you can't sleep at night because of your allergies, Albedo (who is probably still up working) will gladly allow you to indulge in his studies or to just simply read with you until you fall asleep

he too is also happy that you managed to tame Klee

Childe :

this man has no idea what the fuck hay fever is

need I remind you that he grew up in the land of perpetual winter, hay fever doesn't even exist to him. unlike everyone else, he hasn't even heard of the concept

so when you hold a finger up during your weekly sparring, he pauses with a curious tilt of his head

he screams in horror as you sneeze out all of your bodily fluids not once, not twice, but three times

Childe calls off the spar and cradles you in your arms as if you're about to die

it's until he rushes you to Baizhu in a panicked frenzy that he realizes that its...a fever?

now Baizhu is a patient man, he had to raise a zombie child who basically loses her memory each time she wakes up and wields a sword/cryo abilities

but he was getting tired of Childe's endless questions quick.

Childe shrieks as the normally passive pharmacist slams his hands down on the counter with a sickeningly sweet smile

he ceases in his questions, apologizes for bothering him, and races back to the Northland Bank in a cold sweat

it takes you explaining it in a calm voice for him to finally understand it

and he takes this very seriously

while he knows that it's seasonal and that you've gone through it before, he can't help but worry for you

he coddles you, and he doesn't relent even if you tell him

he slaps a mask on you, takes away your fighting privileges, and even order his subordinates to keep an eye on you at all times

that is if he's not already

he clings

he's attached to you

he just wants you to feel better, and you appreciate it, but it can get a little too much sometimes

and while you do tell him this, the same situation happens every year when spring comes around and there's nothing you can do to stop it. Baizhu can't catch a break from the rowdy harbinger

#Childe #Diluc #Kaeya #Xiao #Albedo #Childe x reader #Childe headcanons #Childe hcs #Diluc x reader #Diluc headcanons #Diluc hcs #Kaeya x reader #Kaeya headcanons #Kaeya hcs #xiao x reader #Xiao headcanons #Xiao hcs #Xiao fluff #Kaeya fluff #Diluc fluff #Childe fluff #Albedo x reader #Albedo headcanons #Albedo hcs #Albedo fluff #Genshin x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin childe #genshin impact #genshin xiao

[sleepysnk]

Alright imma try and be creative for u cuz I love u. Ahem can I request hange, levi, and armin who they thought died on an expedition but fast forward 2 months later coming back to the survey corps saying "I'm not dead check" 😗✌ I hope that was creative enough for u summer and that you have fun writing it (if you do so it's up to you of course!) Dont for get that I love u ok 😤 (btw gn reader)

ooo this is interesting, so i played around a bit with this. she also requested this as headcanons btw! hope you all enjoy! <3

Levi, Hanji, and Armin's s/o coming back after they thought they died headcanons

Warnings: some mentions of death

Levi Ackerman:

- the day of the expedition was supposed to go smoothly for the scouts.

- but things went horribly wrong.

- Levi found out his s/o had died on the expedition.

- according to multiple soldiers, they had gotten flattened by a titan.

- he never showed it but Levi was truly in pain by this, he cared so much for them, and to find out they died hurt him.

- he spent a lot of time alone.

- as time went on, Levi shut out people from getting too close.

- then one day a miracle happened.

- his s/o was actually alive, and they had returned to the Survey Corps.

- questions flew around about how they lived, but truth is they didn't get crushed.

- when Levi saw them he practically pulled them into a bone crushing hug.

- he may or may not have shed a few tears.

- he would be more protective than ever.

- the man just didn't want to lose them ever again.

- he would tell them he loves them every single day.

- Levi would take care of them, and never let them out of his sight ever again.

- ugh fluffy soft Levi

Hanji Zoe:

- when expedition day came around Hanji was so excited to see titans.

- she assured her s/o that they would make it back, and she couldn't want to tell them about what she has seen.

- thing was, nothing went the right way at all.

- Hanji returned to find out that her s/o was dead, they got killed by a titan.

- she didn't want to believe it, and she tried to leave and find them.

- she cried a lot, her tears never stopped.

- as time went on Hanji got over it, but it did haunt her for some time.

- until one day the unthinkable happened.

- her s/o was alive! let's just say this woman was ecstatic and she was shocked.

- she cried seeing their face for the first time.

- she asked them a TON of questions, and they tried their best to answer them all.

- she would be so thankful that they were alive.

- Hanji would spend every waking moment with them, she never wanted to leave their side.

- cuddling happens more often now.

- she would also watch them more often, making sure they weren't just a figment of her imagination.

- very wholesome and Hanji would just be so happy they were alive.

Armin Arlert:

- Armin as we know is very motivating, he always is optimistic no matter what.

- he assured his s/o that they would come back alive, and he was sure of it.

- but when they didn't return to the meeting spot, he got concerned.

- when Levi told him that his s/o was killed, Armin couldn't believe it.

- he began to sob hard.

- Eren and Mikasa tried their best to make him feel better.

- he was so heartbroken 🥺 like he sobbed for days.

- but when one day his s/o returned ALIVE, he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

- he thought his mind was playing tricks, but they were alive and real.

- Armin would be so overcome by emotion.

- he would cry and hug them tightly.

- he asked many questions on how they survived, he found it strange.

- nevertheless, he was happy that they were alive.

- he would remind them of how much he loves them, and he's 100x more affectionate.

- hugs all the time.

- he would spend as much time with them as possible.

- Armin legit would never waste a moment with them ever again.

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