#love yourself: speak your self japan

[utahimeow]

swan song — satoru gojo

summary — why work so hard when you could just be free?

pairing — satoru gojo x f!reader

warnings — major jjk spoilers, graphic depictions of violence, hurt/comfort, angst, happy endings, reader has a cursed technique (mentioned once), established relationship

word count — 1.3k

author’s note — based on swan song by lana del rey. this is the most self indulgent selfship coded thing i’ve ever written but i needed to give gojo the happy ending he deserved idc if its cheesy or out of character

He’s dead.

Dead.

The strongest. Dead. 

Satoru Gojo is dead.

A flash, then his body becomes two — legs here, torso there. 

He’s not moving. Scarlet splatters the ground, blooms like a lily. 

The air is disgustingly thick, and it hangs like a noose, and it cuts your throat. Nobody is breathing. Everybody knows. 

This time, he’s not getting back up. 

A scream claws its way out of your throat, vicious as it pierces through the air. 

Someone else is stepping up to replace him already, a sorcerer with hair like seafoam. The King of Curses turns towards him, his stolen face twisting into a demonic grin, dripping with victory.

Right now there’s just one thing on your mind. Like instinct, like it’s your destiny. You don’t care about the politics, the consequences, the implications of his death. None of it matters.

You just want to be with Satoru.

Your feet are moving. They almost take off, but a steady grip pulls you back. 

“You should leave.” Shoko’s voice quivers as she speaks. You’ve seen her composure crack so rarely that when you do it feels like your first time witnessing it.

Your face is hot, and it’s wet now. Your eyes sting. You don’t try to stop the tears, or even wipe them.

If you were to look up, you’d find eyes full of sorrow and shock and pity—you’re the grieving widow. His students have lost a teacher, his friends have lost a friend. At least I’m not her, they all think, I haven’t lost the love of my life. 

Without another word, without even so much as one final glance at Satoru’s corpse, you leave. You can’t bear to be there any longer. 

The taxi driver does not question why you’re crying. He pretends he does not hear the way you sniffle and gasp for air. He drives you to your home and drives away when you’ve paid him.

You breathe out. Your shoulders sag with relief. You will yourself to stop crying.

He’s in the living room, a thick arm thrown over his eyes as he half-naps. As soon as he hears you enter however, he springs up, beaming like the sun. 

Satoru laughs a little at your puffy face and your glimmering eyes. He gathers you into a hug, his body hard and imposing and warm, and you cling to him. His heart pumps blood around his body and it’s loud in your ears.

“That was traumatic,” you say, but it gets muffled when you bury your face into his chest. He smells fresh, like the wind on a warm day. He must have showered since he teleported home. 

Satoru’s laughing again. You wish he’d never stop. “You knew it was fake the whole time, how bad could it be?”

“I had to watch you die, Satoru! It was horrible even if it was fake,” you admit, tightening your arms around his waist, where his torso meets his legs. 

He laughs, and it reverberates in his chest and rumbles through your body. You’re angry. You can’t climb inside of his skin and live there and you’re angry about it. His giant hands draw circles all over your back.

“I’m here, baby. I’m all yours now,” he tells you. For the first time, he means it without any exceptions.

…

“What if you faked your death?”

Satoru’s head whips over to look at you, scanning your face to find something that will tell him you’re not serious. But you are serious.

One word, he asks, “why?”

“So we can give up being sorcerers and leave Japan and never come back.”

Satoru grows quiet. There’s a pit in your stomach. He tells you constantly that he’d give you the world, and you believe him, and he loves you more than anything, yet he can’t bring himself to give up on humanity. Without him, the world doesn’t stand a chance. He’s the strongest, after all.

“Is that what you want?” he asks. It’s sincere.

“Yes,” you tell him, swallowing as you consider your next words. “I just got you back from the Prison Realm and now you have to fight Sukuna, who might actually kill you… You just give and give so much to the Jujutsu world and what do they give you back? Shit all. And I’m tired of watching you be wrung dry.” 

He’s silent again. All the years that you’ve known him make it easy for you to know what he’s thinking. More than likely he’s thinking of Yuuji and Megumi and Yuuta. Maybe he wonders what Nanami would tell him to do, or what Geto would say.

It’ll be selfish. He’ll be abandoning everyone at the worst possible moment. He turns your words over and over in his head. Then he thinks of a life with you, a peaceful one, where you’ve left behind your days of sorcery, where he doesn’t have to be some pseudo-god. 

Where he can grow old with you.

Perhaps, he thinks, it’s necessary for him to disappear. It’ll be a struggle without him, but he has faith. They’ll persevere. 

“What are you thinking?” he asks eventually.

“I’ll use cursed energy to create a clone of you. Since my clones can’t use cursed techniques it’ll have to be right when Sukuna is about to kill you. You switch out and teleport out of there.”

For a moment he stares at you, then he chuckles, shifting sideways so he can lay on his back and stare at the ceiling with resolve.

“You’ve been thinking about this,” he says. 

“I have,” you say. “For as long as I’ve loved you.”

…

He thinks you’ve never looked more beautiful. 

He’s convinced of it, actually. Life has filled your cheeks out and erased your dark circles away. Your eyes shine brighter. Fear no longer lives in them, nor does hopelessness.

Your fingers are gentle as you pluck fresh, plump tomatoes off the vine. Satoru’s heart swells because you’ve been so excited to harvest them.

“It’s just a handful for now,” you tell him, letting him peer inside the basket you have on your arm. There are a few bunches of rocket and basil leaves, and a small squash too. 

He reaches in, takes a tomato and pretends to take a bite out of it until you snatch it from his hand and scold him. 

“They just look too good, baby,” he says between laughs. You roll your eyes, but you don’t manage to bite back the smile that grows on your lips.

“Go finish building my chicken coop,” you tease, calling him by his last name, the one he took from you, then brushing past him to head back inside your home.

“I told you it’s almost finished!” he exclaims, trailing behind you as you make your way to the vintage renovated kitchen of your house. 

Satoru settles on a stool at the island at the centre, observing the way you rinse the vegetables in the sink. To him it’s fascinating—well, you’re fascinating. The way your brow scrunches slightly with concentration. He hopes you never run out of vegetables to harvest and wash. He’ll make sure you don’t.

“By the way, what do you think about getting some mini goats?”

“I don’t care as long as you take care of them,” you tell him. “Do you want salad or roasted vegetables for lunch?”

Satoru’s heart races. He’s transported back to 2006 for a moment, when for some reason he wanted to be around you all the time and thought it was weird that he liked it when you teased him. Before he realised.

“Roasted vegetables, please. I love you.”

Satoru doesn’t look much different now. He’s gotten a little more toned, put on some muscle from some of the heavy work he does on the farm. 

And when he smiles, he’s not pretending anymore. 

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo fanfic #gojo satoru fanfic #gojo imagine #gojo satoru imagine #gojo x you #gojo satoru x you #jjk fanfic #jjk x reader #jjk imagine #jjk x you #jjk spoilers #꒰ lovers. ꒱ — gojo

[costelloschoice]

Mizu x Cowgirl! reader headcanons -Mizu x fem!reader -hi so I totally don't have a self insert that is a cowgirl and want to share my ideas about this LMAO -but seriously, I love this idea and idc if a cowboy wouldn't be here during this time period. We're here to have fun -comments and reblogs are appreciated :](pls I love readin comments and interacting with yall)

Sfw:

Okay so....wow

You are a completely different life form to Mizu

Your clothes? Crazy.

Your cowgirl hat will be the first thing she would notice, cause what type of that???

Leather pants with chaps on top

damn bro? who dressed you?

Your accent is also strange, why do you talk like that?

Ofc she will see you as a threat at first cause who are you and where did you even come from...plus that revolver in your side holster ain't helping

But once you proved yourself to her you don't mean harm, you're allowed to hang- you would score more brownie points with her

Mizu would def be intrigued by your backstory and why you're here in Japan

Late night talks by the fire

Even sneaking off to show her star gazing and small stories to share about the stars

Play guitar? Show off to her

Sing her songs and little bops you've learned or made on your own

Would die if you wrote one about her

You tame horses like it's nothing and its impressive to her

impressed more in you can ride without a saddle

Your lasso?

See wants to see you use it

has some thoughts of you tying up your enemies while fighting...

Once you guys develop a romantic relationship, she'll be excited but nervous

Excited cause you're great and accept her, but you guys are from two different cultures and lives

Will it work out?

Ofc it will...cause I say so

Will try on your cowgirl hat and do finger guns, even do impressions on you

Hasn't smiled this much in so long, it's like you casted a spell of some sort

Let her ride your horse with her

You have a fun side but also your serious side

Impressed when she sees you FINALLY use a sword like she taught your

speaking of that

she will force you to let her train you to sword fight instead of always relying on that damn revolver

She is impressed you can fight, but just not sword fight

Will hug and praise you in private about it later

"You should've seen yourself...You did so well, so beautiful wielding the sword,"

Will be willing to try your culture's food, even if she doesn't like it, she will appreciate it

When you get mad, and your accent gets thicker...sorry she can't keep up with what you're saying

But!!!

She loves to see you defend her, even if you're really outspoken

Specially with Taigen? Yeah, even though she can fight her own battles

Her favorite line? When you yelled at Akemi for crying too loud during the tea house situation

"Stop cryin' before I give you somethin' to cry about, girl.."

idk she loved see a spoiled girl being put in her place

but she knows you mean well

You were different but a good difference in her life <3

Nsfw:

going back to that damn lasso

wants you to tie her up, she's seen you do it and trusts you fully

would want to learn from you, for sexual and non-sexual reasons

LOVES to ride your strap

and yes

you make her follow the "hat rule"

hates it

but in the moment, she doesn't care too much, and will wear it

when you ride her? You wearin' it

now she sees why you love it

Your accent with dirty talk? Makes her weak in the knees

especially when your whisper in her ear

Your soft yet rough nature makes the sex life 10x better to her

You tell her something one night as a joke

"Save a horse, ride a cowgirl"

and she did

and loved it cause you made sure the ride was rough and wild

making love after star gazing? Yes pls

By the fire? Mhmm

Your soft voice with after care as well? Makes her so giddy and helps put her to sleep fast <3

#bes #bes mizu #blue eye samurai x reader #blue eye samurai x you #mizu x reader #mizu x you #wlw #mizu blue eye samurai #blu eye samurai #blue eye samurai headcanons

[dejwrites]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀human, choso kamo

it's been two years since the fall of the jujutsu world, and now choso kamo is finally able to keep the promise that he made with special-grade sorcerer yuki. to no longer live life as a curse but as a human. just his luck; his bubbly next-door neighbor is the one that helped guide him through it.

♔ ˖ ✧ — general warnings: female reader, her/she pronouns, female anatomy described, black reader written in mind and their will be descriptors, modern au but also in jjk verse, kinda my own interpretation and theories on how jjk will end, super self-indulgent bc it's my bday, neighbors to lovers (is that a trope), love making yay, mention of other jjk characters, a lot of jumps that are separated by dividers btw, somewhat plot twist at the end // smut warnings: missionary position, hand holding, mentions of hickeys/love bites, usage of spit, big d*ck choso is a warning in itself, implied of oral (m.receiving), handjob // word count: 5.5k, minors dni.

YOUR NEXT-DOOR NEIGHBOR, CHOSO, WAS EXTREMELY MYSTERIOUS. He only came out of his apartment for a couple of things—going grocery shopping, possibly working, and jogging. You never saw him being friends over. You never saw him bring a lover over. Nothing. Your curious mind always wondered if he was just a loner; maybe he didn’t have any family members alive. It was just him in the small countryside of Japan, and he was just taking his very lonely days day by day. Or was it cruel of you to assume? It wasn’t really your business as a young foreigner just enjoying her youthful years of traveling. 

You’ve been everywhere, searching for a permanent home after deciding to step away from your actual job. Malaysia, Nigeria, Brazil—you have been traveling for a while, and now it seems you may have found your permanent home for good. The small town wasn’t as busy as Tokyo, but it got lively when the people got together to throw small festivals to celebrate things. If you recall, tonight’s festival celebrated the anniversary of the eldest married couple living in the community. Everyone was prompted to bring a dish, baked goods, or gifts. You took it upon yourself to make onigiri because it was one of the easiest dishes you couldn’t butcher without the eldest questioning your cooking skills.

With your best outfit, you glanced at Choso’s door and began your journey down to the main court of the community with your dish. You could hear the laughter and music of the people in the community as they were setting up. You could see the eldest couple, Mr. and Mrs. Aoki, slowly dancing to the music that was blasting through the speakers. Huge smiles on their faces caused their eyes to crinkle and for them to hold on to each other a bit tighter. Despite such a fast-paced song playing, they took their time indulging in each other’s company as if they wouldn’t have each other anymore the next day. 

“You look gorgeous,” You heard one of your friends, Hinata, say. 

“I can’t let you outdress me this time,” You joked while placing what you brought on the table with the other variety of foods. 

“It’s only room for just one hot person in the small community, and it seems like it’ll be me,” He responds. “Now it’s three,” He jokingly sighed in despair.

“Three?” You questioned as you were glancing over the drinks that were offered.

“You, Me, and your neighbor,” Hinata responded. He ran his fingers through his sandy brown colored hair before speaking again, “I’m so jealous. I’m stuck with Old Man Keigo as my neighbor.” 

“He’s not that bad.” You laughed.

“He knocks on my door at three in the morning, asking if I have seen his cat. I didn’t even know we were allowed to have pets.” Hinata sighs.

“Choso literally never leaves his place. I don’t even think he watches tv,” You responded. 

“Still better than Keigo,” Hinata answered. 

“Is it, though? You’re not curious about why he’s so lonely? If he has a family? Friends? If he wants to make friends?” You asked, and Hinata’s face scrunched up in confusion.

“Maybe he’s running away from his past life,” Hinata said while searching for a plate. “You should give him some food.”

“Why do I have to do it?” 

“You have an adorable, friendly face. Would you rather Old Man Keigo do it?” Hinata’s head motioned to the older man, who was nodding off to sleep in the corner. The children in the community managed to begin to place items on his lap to see how long he wouldn’t notice.

“The goal is to get him out of his apartment, not scare him in.” You grabbed the plate out of Hinata’s hand. “How am I supposed to know what foods he likes? If he’s allergic to anything?” 

“Hm, just give him one of everything. Now my lovely friend has arrived to help me get through this party. Toodles.” He disappeared in the sea of people, leaving you alone with a plate of food.

You knew he was most likely meeting with his local drug dealer, getting his weekly weed fix to get him through his work week as an administrative assistant at a law firm. 

You did what Hinata suggested, placing one of everything on the plate. You were positive that the amount of food on the plate would have been the same amount that the community's people would give him. Especially considering that some already whispered about him. They weren’t bad whispers or gossip but whispers of kindness. You remember Mrs. Aoki telling you how he helped her carry her groceries in her house. Or the young mother that lived in the home down from your complex told everyone that Choso taught her young son how to ride his bike without training wheels. So, if Choso were to finally leave his home—maybe he would see how kind everyone was and how this community was like a huge family. He had already been helping out around here.

As soon as you were done, you returned to your apartment. Your steps were slow and steady to prevent you from spilling food everywhere. When you reached Choso’s door, you mentally prepared yourself for what to say. Should you do an introduction first before giving him the food? Should you lie and say Mrs. Aoki told you to bring the food? What if he doesn't accept the food? Well, that wouldn’t be so bad. You were his neighbor who only said hi or bye to him, giving him food. He’ll probably think it’s been poisoned or something.

You knocked three times. Two times softly before a loud one that could be heard in the small apartment. You stepped back when you heard the sound of the door unlocking. When he stepped out with a towel wrapped around his waist, your heart glanced down in embarrassment. Your brown skin heated, and your heart felt like it was flinging around your chest like a balloon that had just deflated. You never thought a plate of food was so interesting until now.

“Uh, I’m sorry for interrupting your plans. I just thought that I should bring you food from the festival. Mr. and Mrs. Aoki are celebrating their anniversary.” Your words were moving so fast that he even was trying to comprehend what you were saying.

You took a deep breath before speaking again, “You never leave your apartment, so I thought it would be nice to get you some food. I wasn’t sure what you like, so I bought a bit of everything.” Your hands extended the plate outward, and he grabbed the plate out of your hand with the hand that wasn’t grasping on the blue-colored towel that was wrapped around his waist. 

Now that the plate was no longer in your hands, your curious eyes couldn’t help but take a peek at his body. His body was like it was sculpted by the best sculptor in Japan. The many Greek statues of God’s body used him as a reference if possible. 

“Thanks,” Choso says, and his lips curve into a sly smile before he returns back into the comfort of his own home.

With a smile on your face, you turned around to return to the celebration and Choso on your mind. The festival continued, and you even shared a rolled blunt with Hinata to end the night as you gossiped about random things. He asked about Choso and could tell by how your glossed lips curved into a smile that it went well. He didn’t question more of it since the intoxicating high of marijuana finally hit him. However, he did point out that he believed Choso and you would get along quite well. 

Hinata’s prediction wasn’t far off, considering two weeks afterward, Choso tagged along with you to go grocery shopping. You remembered dragging your shopping cart down the stairs loudly as he followed you. 

“What’s up with the cart?” He asked as he walked by your side; he noticed that you didn’t take the usual turn towards the community exit but instead went towards one of the elder's apartments.

“Oh, I usually go grocery shopping for some elders. It helps so I won’t have to carry all the bags from the grocery store.” You gave him a smile. “You have to work smarter, not harder, so you won’t have back problems in your early thirties.” You joked.

Choso’s lips formed a perfect shape ‘o’ as he realized how smart the idea was. The closest grocery store is about a fifteen-minute walk from here; it would make sense to have something that would be easier for you to carry your bags. His dark eyes followed you as you went door to door, asking some of the older people if they needed anything from the grocery store. You did with such a bright smile that Choso found his cheeks growing hot as he watched you respectfully bow before wishing farewells to your neighbors. 

Kindness, you had so much of it and weren’t afraid to give it out. Perhaps that’s why Choso admired you so much. You were like a ray of sunshine; he questioned where you were during the Shibuya, Culling Game, and other events that shook the sorcerer world. How could someone like you be so kind and bubbly when such events happen? He wondered if you had family members that died during the Shibuya incident. 

“I have three people's grocery lists and money. You know you don’t have to tag along if you don’t want to.” You said as you dragged the cart behind you. 

“I have nothing else to do, and I have grown to enjoy your company compared to your friend,” Choso admits as he walks by your side. “He’s a hyper one.” 

“Oh, Hinata? Yeah, you have to catch him when he’s off work. Other times he’s either high on weed or caffeine.” You chuckled. “I appreciate the company, then. It isn’t a lot of people around our age that live here.”

“I noticed,” Choso responds. He shoved his hands in his leather jacket pockets. “I like it like that compared to the city.”

“You used to live in the city?” You asked as you stopped at the crosswalk. 

“Well, I work in Roppongi as security at some clubs. That helps pay the bills and such. I did live there originally, but it was too busy there. As if Roppongi never sleeps or something. So, I moved.” Choso explained while you two crossed the street.

You noticed that your arms kept bumping into each other with each step you took next to each other. It was like two magnets that kept gravitating toward each other despite being far apart. 

“You as a security guard? You don’t give me security guard vibes,” You chuckled.

“Really? My boss says otherwise,” He runs his fingers through his hair. “He said I look intimidating.” 

“Maybe it’s the mark across your face.” You motioned to your own face. “What is that anyway? A tattoo? Birthmark?” 

You watched as Choso rubbed at the back of his neck nervously. His cheeks staining the color of red before speaking, “Birthmark.” He says before his eyes averted downward in embarrassment. 

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” You nudge his side. “It’s cute.” She adds before skipping ahead to enter the grocery store. 

Choso followed behind you with heated cheeks as you held the first list. You were putting stuff in the cart you brought along. “Have you always lived there? Seem like everyone knows you.”

“Only for about four months now. I traveled a couple of places before settling here.” You answered. “I must say that Hinata did make it much easier. I was like you at first. All bottled up in my apartment, and then Hinata became my friend. The rest is history; Hinata even decided to set me up with one of his friends.” 

“And how is that going?” Choso asked. 

“He canceled the first two dates, and we’re supposed to hang out another day,” Your shoulders shrug as you look at Choso, who couldn’t quite comprehend how nonchalant you were taking the situation.

“What about you? Anyone special in your life? Met someone nice during your security gigs?” You asked while grabbing another thing off the shelf. 

Choso took the other list out your hand and started to search if any item on the list was in the aisle you two currently were in. You couldn’t tell if he started helping to avoid your question or if he was genuinely being kind. He reached behind where you were standing to grab something behind you. 

“I don’t really do relationships. Yeah, I have had flings here and there.” Choso explained. “So, there’s no one from my security gigs.” He chuckles. 

Your eyebrows raised in curiosity at his question, but you didn’t want to pry anymore into his business. You took the list from his hand and motioned for him to pull the cart. With a sly grin, Choso followed behind you. The dark-haired male was growing comfortable with you, and he couldn’t explain to himself the warm feeling he felt when he was around you. 

A DRUNKEN HICCUP ESCAPED your lips as you let your head fall into the palm of your hand. Your mind felt like it was spinning, and your body felt like it was a bowl of Jell-O. You brought the glass to your taking another sip of the intoxicating alcohol that you knew you had too much of. Finishing the last bit in the glass before letting your face collide with the table you sat at. You knew it was irresponsible to drink alone, especially considering you had to travel about five blocks to your house. But you didn’t think you would get stood up by Hinata’s friend. They were supposed to be here to walk you home and ensure that you got home safely. But they didn’t bother again.

You sat up, running your manicured fingers through your coils, before you saw a familiar figure walking by the bar that you were in. It seemed like he felt your drunken glare since his eyes met with yours when he turned around. Choso. You hadn’t seen him since he told you about his brother when you guys walked together to the grocery store. You watched as he raced to the door to approach you, and you couldn’t hide the foolish grin on your face. 

“Choso! Come, sit down and have a drink with me!” You shrieked, holding up the empty bottle of sake. 

“You’ve reached your limit, Y/N. It’s time to go home.” He says.

“But he hasn’t shown up yet. Hinata’s friend didn’t come.” 

“Just stay here while I pay your bill, okay? Don’t move!” His finger points at you, and you can only smile and give him a thumbs up.

You plopped back into your seat, watching as he paid for the drinks you had within the night. He returned and helped you up, but you stumbled back, causing him to grab a hold of your wrist to catch you. He noticed the short skirt you wore tonight and wanted to question if you were cold, but right now, he had to get you home. A long sigh tumbled from the dark-haired male before he unzipped his hoodie. He tied the hoodie around your waist and turned around. “Hop on.” He says, motioning to his back. 

“Choso, you’re going to carry me all the way home. You’re such a gentleman.” You happily sigh as you climb onto his back. 

He carried you in silence until you were so curious about why he was out so late. “Why were you out so late? It can be dangerous out here when the sun goes down, you know?” Each word that left your mouth was interrupted by a hiccup. 

“Says the drunk one; someone could have taken advantage of you if I didn’t see you.” Choso lectured. “You’re so irresponsible, you know?”

Your lips formed a pout as you wiggled your legs with each step Choso took. “I just thought he would show up. I’m sorry for my ir-responsible-ness.” 

Choso chuckles at your words, considering that you completely butchered the last part of your sentence. “It’s okay. But to answer your question, I just went to the cemetery to visit my brother. It’s much more peaceful for me when I go at night.” 

“Well, did you enjoy your visit?” You asked. 

“I did. I’m sure he’s tired of me bothering him, though.” He responded.

“Well, I wish I would have been able to meet him. If he’s as cool as his older brother, I’m sure I would have liked him and his company.” 

“He would have liked you also. Especially considering you being so nice to me. Seeing the good in every fuckin’ body. Including that guy that stood you up.” 

You grew silent. Choso’s words suddenly sober you up. You blink several times before speaking, “He promised he would come.” 

You found yourself repeating that phrase again and again. 

“I heard you the first time you said it,” Choso answered as he began to walk up the steps connected to the complex's top level. “Just wish you would see that the guy clearly isn’t interested in you.” 

“And how would you know that? You told me weeks ago that you don’t do relationships or haven’t even been on a date. Just hookups,” You backfired. 

“I don’t need to be a relationship expert to see that you deserve better than to get stood up in some busted bar that hardly anyone knows about as if the guy is ashamed and is afraid to be with a foreigner. Now, can I have your keys to open your door?” 

Silence overcame the two of you again. Why were you two so comfortable enjoying each other’s silence? Why was his silence so comforting? Why did it calm you down? Why did his words hit you so hard like that? 

“I think I left my purse at the bar.” 

“Seriously?” 

“I’ll just go wake the landlord up; I’m sure he has a spare key. Then I’ll just go get my purse tomorrow. I'm friends with the owner, so I’m sure she’ll put it up for me.” 

Choso didn’t say anything. Instead, he walked next door to his apartment, unlocking the door. “No need to be a nuisance to the landlord so late at night. You can crash here until the morning, and I’ll get your purse.” 

“You’re so kind. One day I will pay you back plus some.” 

Choso opened his apartment, and you were in awe at how he decorated his small space. Maybe, your mind was mentally hyping it up due to the alcohol in your system. But you felt at peace in here; it could have been because it smelt like Choso. A scent that you grew familiarized with the more you spent time with him. You noticed how clean his place was. He had a couple of plants in the corner that were clearly taken care of. He had a record player in the other corner with a stack of vinyl records. Your eyes couldn’t help but remember the small details in his apartment. So caught up in your surroundings you don’t even notice Choso kneeling down to remove your heels after your feet finally hit the ground. 

“I could have done that myself.” You said.

“Mhm, sure.” He sarcastically responds before searching his closet for something you can change in. He gave you a shirt and some shorts. “The bathroom is all yours.” 

You stumbled into the bathroom to change into the clothes. The shorts and shirts are clearly too big for you. Your arms wrapped around your waist as you glanced at yourself in the small mirror above the sink. You looked a mess, and you couldn’t believe that Choso saw you in this manner. Felt like he was viewing you at your lowest all because you got stood up by some guy. 

Choso seemed to be getting ready to shower when you were done in the bathroom. You swallowed the lump that suddenly formed in your throat before walking further into the room, “I can sleep on the floor. I am the intruder here.” 

“Nonsense, I don’t mind sharing the bed. Unless you’re like-“ 

“No, it’s not that. It’s just you’ve done so much for me tonight. Carried me home, paid my bill at the bar, now this.” 

“It’s okay. It’s kinda on my list to be kind to someone similar to how my brother would be.” Choso answered truthfully. 

Your eyebrows raised at his comment, but you didn’t argue as you climbed into the bed and got comfortable. You rolled over on your side and tugged the blankets further on your frame to attempt to sleep. Choso went on to take a shower, and minutes later, he joined you in the bed. The bed sank downward when he joined you, and you hated to admit that you wanted to move closer foolishly. You bet he was a wonderful cuddler; he had the arms for it. Before you could utter goodnight to Choso, the alcohol you consumed caused your body to finally relax on the fluffiness of the bed. Your eyes fluttered, attempting to fight your sleep until you finally fell into a deep slumber. 

When morning came upon you, you woke up and could feel an arm around your waist and warmth upon the back of your neck. If you concentrated hard enough, you could even feel Choso’s face upon the top of your coils. It took you by a shock that you didn’t fall asleep twisting your hair and throwing on a scarf, but then you remembered the events of last night. You remembered the piggyback ride. You remembered the talk about you being too kind and always seeing the good in everyone. You remembered forgetting your purse. You figure you were such a nuisance, so you had to make your grand mistake.

You attempted to wiggle out of his grasp, but the grip got a bit tighter. A subtle groan escaped from Choso before you wiggled your way to turn around to face him. Your lips gasp apart to stare at the sight in front of you. His black hair sprawled across his face creating the most reckless bed hair. You took in the way he let out a soft snore here and there. How long his eyelashes were. The birthmark that decorated his pale skin started from one cheek to across the bridge of his nose and to the other cheek. Your cheeks heated, seeing his eyes flutter open and catch you staring. 

“Sorry, I didn’t want to wake you.” You stuttered your words out in embarrassment before turning around to break eye contact. You’ve given up wiggling away at how close the two of you were, but he didn’t loosen up the grip either. Actually, he pulled you closer. As if he didn’t want to let you go. 

“Choso?” You asked as you could feel the tip of his nose on the back of your neck. 

Your skin was littered with goosebumps, and your body's hair stood up. 

“Hm.” He groggily answered. 

“I may have been drunk, but I do recall you mentioning a list. You said one of the things on the list was to be kind to a person the same way you would think your brother would. Is that what you’re doing with me?” 

“Yes.” 

Now you were back, turning around to meet his sleepy alluring gaze. “And you think your brother would do this? As in, cuddle his neighbor?” 

“He’ll carry you on his back if you were too intoxicated, but I don’t know if he’ll do this. I can stop if you want,” His arm detaches itself from your body, and your body suddenly feels cold without it. 

You grabbed it and put it back on your waist. “No, I’m okay with it. It’s just I’m curious to know why me. Why be kind to me?” 

“Because you’re kind to me. Always been kind to me.” He answers truthfully. His fingers brushed one of your coils out of the way, and those goosebumps returned again. 

“I know, but no amount of kindness equals cuddling and shit.” You said. “I’m not complaining because this is very comforting, but I don’t want you to feel obligated to be kind to me-“ 

“I think I’m in love with you.” 

“What? Choso, that’s such a-“ 

“I know, and I’m not expecting a response to that just yet. I know it’s quite hard to process especially considering that you’re most likely hungover at the moment. But I am willing to wait whenever you’re ready.” His eyes shifted closed as if attempting to fall back asleep.

“And what if I have a response to that right now?” You asked.

“Then, spit it out already.” 

When those words left his mouth, you rolled a bit closer to place a kiss on Choso’s lips. It started off innocent at first. Quick, subtle pecks before the kiss deepened. Before he pulled you closer, by the way, to taste more of you eagerly. Just as his strong arms brought you closer, you could feel his cock poking at your plush brown thighs—rubbing against you for some form of friction that caused Choso to let out a breathy sigh in between breaks of the kiss. Your hand climbed in between the two of you to rub at his hardened cock through the gray fabric of his shorts. 

“Shit,” Choso’s head fell back on the pillow after biting at your full plump bottom lip. 

The heated makeout session lasted until the two of you were breathless, and your mouth was wrapped around his cock until he began to feel your pussy around him. You tore each other's clothes off until they decorated the wooden floors. The taste of Choso stained your tongue, and you felt like you were intoxicated. Not due to the alcohol you consumed the previous night but to Choso’s actions. He kissed your neck and collarbone with his body on top of yours. The kisses on your golden skin made you whimper out for more, and for you to grow wet. His teeth bite down, and the gasp that you let out causes all the blood to rush to his cock. Choso’s fingertips tip toed in between your bodies to cling onto the fabric that was in between his callous fingers from indulging in toying with your clit. 

His plush lips kissed your lips, and in between the heated kiss that was causing Choso, he could only say. “Tell me what you want, Y/N.”

When you made eye contact with Choso, you felt so soft inside. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as you stared up at Choso. You lean up to kiss his lips, but he pulls back. “Tell me what you want,” He’s dipping down to kiss upon the bite mark he left on your flesh. “Use your words.” 

“I want you.” 

Those were the words Choso wanted to hear. In just a quick and eager motion, he’s pulling your panties down. Like a hormonal teenager, he’s letting his hardened, clothed cock rub against your wet folds teasingly. Your juices staining the cotton fabric of his grey-colored Calvin Klein briefs. You wouldn’t believe labeling him as a tease, but he drove you insane. How can he make you confess that you wanted him and edge you on until you can feel your own essence staining the inside of your thighs? 

He kisses you lightly, but it feels heavy and rough because it takes your breath away. His right hand tugged down his boxers fully, and you couldn’t help but feel your heartbeat increase at the weight of his cock on your abdomen. He hawks some spit in his hand to coat his cock in it, wanting to make this experience pleasurable and comfortable for you. With his fingers intertwined with yours, he’s sliding inside you. Choso felt how tightly you gripped at his hards, with your eyes squinted shut, getting used to his large size. 

“I’m sorry.” He’s repeatedly saying as he’s peppering your face with subtle kisses. His cock rested inside you until you finally opened your eyes. 

The once intense feeling of his cock stretching you out was replaced with the satisfying feeling of wanting more. Choso didn’t need to hear your voice to begin moving. His hips rotate forward into the cushion of your spread thighs. It was quite a sight to see how your pussy was swallowing his cock with each thrust forward or roll of Choso’s hips. However, the half-curse-half-human couldn’t think straight with how your moans echoed in his ear. They sounded so sweet, so wonderful. One of the most beautiful things he has heard after that band Tame Impala. His callous hands, you were sure had many sins imprinted on them, push your thighs apart just to tug his cock out of you.

“You’re going to make me come, fuck.” He said breathlessly. 

Even with his comment, he still pushed himself fully inside of you again. Surrendering in wanting you to feel full once more. The sound of his headboard smacked against the wall, and Choso was so grateful that you were his neighbor because any other person would have been knocking on his door for him to keep it down. 

You never really thought that this would happen. That you and he would cross such a line to express how you felt for each other. But you weren’t complaining; you enjoyed the way Choso’s hand grasped at every part of your body. You enjoyed the way his face was red as ever due to a mixture of the feeling of his cock being balls deep inside of you and exhaustion. Or how he let his fingers rub at your clit to send the most dangerous electric shock down your spine. 

“I’m about to come.” Your words tumbled out like a broken record. 

Before capturing your lips onto his—Choso says, “That’s what I want.” 

And with those words cursing your lips, you felt like you were on cloud nine. The enthusiastic feeling felt like you were tugging a rubberband back and letting it snap back into its rightful shape. The lower half of your body felt like it went through a slight shock as Choso fucked you through your orgasm. In your mind, you were screaming for him to just come inside you. But you knew that could have just been the bliss of the moment. As if he read your mind, he’s pulling just as his face scrunched up in pleasure. His cock twitches in anticipation as thick ropes of cum begin oozing out, decorating your tummy. The only thing you could do was admire the sight of Choso coming down from the fleeting feeling of busting a nut. 

Just like that, your relationship with Choso blossomed when his body collapsed next to yours, and the only thing that you could hear was your loud thoughts about a mere promise you made two years ago. But you knew that the only thing that mattered right now was the fact that Choso was happy. 

The autumn leaves crunched under your shoes as you walked around the cemetery. You grew accustomed to visiting here once every month since you managed to start the progress of that promise you made to him. When you finally found the tombstone you were looking for, you could tell that someone had stopped by possibly a day before you. Bright red tulips were next to his picture to replace the ones you put out a week ago. Placing the flowers down before kneeling to pay your respect, you smiled brightly before speaking. Quite odd to be talking to a tombstone, but you were sure he could hear you somewhere. 

You placed the flowers on the grave as you kneeled to show your respect. You smiled brightly before speaking to the tombstone that sat in front of you. It was wonderful to see that the gifts and flowers that were around still looked fresh. You assumed someone else most likely was here before you. 

“Hey, Itadori, it’s me. Y/N. I just wanted to update you on the promise I made to you.” You let out a sigh, realizing that you had lied to Choso.

You fed him some story about moving here to Japan after exploring the world, despite you technically already being familiarized with Japan. You’ve witnessed it all before deciding to leave the sorcerer world behind for good. Granted, it sat heavy in your heart, and you felt like a coward not helping in the gruesome war of taking down Kenjaku and Sukuna. But you had to put yourself first, which you wanted many of your friends to do. 

“Choso is doing well, just like you said he would. He’s okay, and he’ll be fine. You don’t have to worry about him, Itadori. He’s adjusted to the human world quite well. He no longer feels like a curse but a human. ” 

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LANDSCAPING LOVE || Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

SUMMARY -> Tired of bouncing back and forth between the U.S. and Japan after graduating college, you’ve finally secured the career of your dreams: You’re Japan’s first heroics cartographer, a title bestowed upon you due to your quirk and specialty, that creates geographic maps for hero agencies across the country. While your work is highly respected and sought after, you’re known for a more niche reason among your coworkers at the Dynamight Agency: the food you make is fucking amazing. When Dynamight himself inevitably gets word that you’re coming for his cooking title on his own turf, chaos ensues and you find yourself competing against your boss for not only best chef, but also to win over his heart.

CONTENT/WARNINGS -> Pro hero AU, agency reader, reader with a quirk, fem/AFAB reader, reader is originally from America, reader is bilingual (English and Japanese), strangers (more like coworkers that don’t get a chance to speak much) to friends to lovers, fluff & chaos, minimal angst, suggestive humor.

AUTHOR NOTES -> This is SO self-indulgent in terms of the reader’s job/quirk oopsies,,, I love writing fun shit and this is gonna hopefully come together like I want it to!!

LENGTH -> N/A

STATUS -> Ongoing

TABLE OF CONTENTS.

Chapter I.

Chapter II.

Chapter III. (TBA)

Chapter IV. (TBA)

Chapter V. (TBA)

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[ggukkiedae]

the relationship progresses

date: november 17, 2018

warning/s: brief mention of yoonmi’s biological parents,self-doubt about being loved, kisses

notes from cia: aside from when yoonmi is talking to namjoon and yoongi, this whole piece is in english, please keep that in mind bc i don’t want to italicize every dialogue here it feels wrong (also gif not mine, it’s from pinterest)

word count: 2.8k

yoonmi and mark take the next step in their relationship

She groaned, choosing to bury her face in her pillow instead of getting up. As much as she loved and respected her leader, she really couldn’t be bothered waking up so early in the morning. The older’s deep chuckles resonated throughout the room as he turned to more… persuasive techniques.

Namjoon essentially nudged her until she was lying on her back then took her hands, pulling her up into a sitting position. Not wanting to give in, she kept her eyes closed and let her head fall backwards.

“I thought you’d be more excited to get up today,” Namjoon’s smirk was visible through the tone of his voice. “Don’t you have a date?”

Her eyes snapped open while she shot straight up on her own. Right, she was meeting Mark. With the slightest bit of panic, she threw her blanket to the side and checked her phone. She gave Namjoon a pout upon seeing the time.

“Oppa,” she hit his arm, “you know I don’t have to be there until eleven! Why would you wake me up at eight in the morning?”

“Breakfast should be a pretty valid reason,” Namjoon placed a tray on her bed filled with a plate of pancakes and a cup of water. “That, and I thought you’d like to hear a few updates regarding the lawsuit we filed against them.”

She frowned but nodded as she started eating. Though she had not needed to be directly involved aside from discussing terms she’d like to include in their movement against her birthgiver and sperm donor. They did, however, continuously try to contact her to get her to call it off. How they got her contact details, she’d never know.

“It’s all good news,” Namjoon reassured her. “Given the rules of the concert and the copyright statement of BigHit, it does count against their actions and is enough to incriminate them. A restraining order is being drafted out as well by the legal team, you and Yoonsung hyung can go through it together tomorrow morning.”

“That’s good,” a satisfied smile appeared on her face, “because I really don’t want to cross paths with them ever again.”

Her leader patted her head, “You won’t have to. You don’t even have to fly back to London for this, your brother has it under control.”

“Remind me to thank Yoonsung oppa tomorrow,” her body relaxed upon knowing for certain that she didn’t have to see those people anymore.

Namjoon opened his mouth to speak, but a knock on the door caught their attention.

Yoongi stepped into the room, “We leave at 10:15, alright, Princess?”

Yoonmi saluted, seeing as she had just taken a bite when Yoongi opened the door and prefered to wait until after she has swallowed to speak.

Yoongi nodded, crossing his arms. “Hannah said she wanted you there for dinner, so eat, don’t skip. I’ll be at their dorm to pick you up by 9:30 after. Be in my sight by 10, okay?”

“Got it,” she smiled at Yoongi, satisfied at him smiling back at her before he left the room once again.

Namjoon chuckled at the interaction of his members before standing up, “I’ll leave you to it, then. Stay safe today, stay hidden, and have fun.”

“Thank you, oppa.”

“The outfit you have ready is cute, but don’t forget a sweater,” he kissed her forehead and walked out the room.

Yoonmi sat quietly at the small cafe Yoongi dropped her off at, gently stirring her hot chocolate while trying not to fall asleep. Maybe hot chocolate wasn’t the best choice of drink when she was fighting her own eyelids to stay open.

It was a rare free Saturday that she had in the midst of filming SKY Castle, the Japan leg of the Love Yourself tour, and the beginnings of discussions for her solo comeback. To her surprised delight, Mark also had the day off.

With the couple’s schedules being full in the past year, they found it hard to see each other in person often, but they made it work with quick visits to dorms or small and timed dates to hidden places.

A smile made its way to her face.

Mark had stuck to his word and had patiently stayed by her side for the year he was courting her, and now, almost a year into officially being together, he stayed with her despite the hassle of their schedules.

Yoonmi wasn’t as oblivious as most people thought her to be, not when she already knew what to look for. She was aware that there was a good chance Mark loved her.

The look in his eyes whenever he was looking at her, she could see it in the way her older brother looked at his wife. How could she not recognize a look she had wanted upon her for so long?

But she was scared.

What if she was wrong? What if there was a reason he wasn’t saying anything? What right did she have to assume he was possibly waiting for her to say it first? What if she couldn’t say it? Would he get tired of her eventually?

“Did someone order a double chocolate chip cookie with a boyfriend on the side?”

Mark’s voice shocked her out of her thoughts as he placed a tray in front of her. He quickly pressed a kiss to her cheek and sat next to her.

Another thing they haven’t done in their nine-month long official relationship. They haven’t kissed. She wondered if Mark got frustrated with how slow she was taking things.

She shook her thoughts away, choosing to focus on her boyfriend. “You scared me.”

“Sorry, Little Star,” he intertwined their fingers, “I ran a little late because the hyungs were curious.”

A laugh escaped her, “They still don’t know, huh?”

They had made a bet when they first became official about who would be the last to find out from their members. Yoonmi had her bets on Yoongi, but Jungkook lost that bet for her. (Thus her making Yoongi and Mark bond when they can)

Mark had bet on Taeyong mostly because the leader was faced with handling the entirety of NCT alongside the addition of Hannah and Jungwoo into 127, making him too busy to notice.

“Just Hannah,” her boyfriend took a sip from his drink.

“And Hyuckie oppa.” Yoonmi’s revelation made Mark choke a little. He hit his chest to clear his throat while she rubbed his back. “Did you not know that he knows?”

“You told him?”

She shrugged and gave him an innocent look, “We’re best friends, that’s kinda how it works.”

Mark nodded, “Right, somehow there’s no secrets there. Thank god, I didn’t think I could keep it from him any longer.”

Yoonmi took a sip of her hot chocolate and gave a dramatic sigh, “Ah, my boyfriend Mark oppa, and his boyfriend Hyuckie oppa.”

Mark simply laughed at her before noticing her drooping eyelids. He leaned down, aligning his face with hers, soft concern making itself known through his expressions, “You’re basically falling asleep. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she reassured him, “I should be asking you that. Should I really be taking your rest time away from you?”

“You’re worth much more than my time,” he gently tucked stray pieces of her hair behind her ear and smiled. “How about this? We finish our snacks and our coffee, then we go back to my place and just have a lazy day. Sound good?”

She gave him an apologetic smile. Mark had already booked them tickets to visit an aquarium, meaning he spent money on their date for the day already, yet he was there offering to just not take the opportunity in favor of having a lazy day.

“Hey, I know that look on your face,” he tapped under her chin so she could look him in the eye, “no feeling guilty. I actually want to have a lazy day, I just want to hang out with my girlfriend. It doesn’t matter what we do. I can transfer the digital tickets to Hannah and Hyuck, anyway. They’d appreciate the aquarium.”

“I want to hang out with my boyfriend, too,” she leaned her head on his shoulder. “Whatever you want to do, I’ll do it.”

“Eat up, then,” he nuzzled his cheek to her head, “we have a lazy day ahead of us.”

The lazy day wasn’t working.

Given both their workaholic natures, Yoonmi and Mark had once again settled on their laptops, showing each other different things they have been working on and getting each other’s opinions.

Some may call them crazy for doing this when they could be leaving work behind them for another day, but they both enjoyed making music. Being busy is something they were both used to, as well.

That’s how they found themselves on Mark’s bed, laying on their stomachs while they were going through each other’s files. Well, she was on the bed. Mark had draped his arm around her shoulders, which led to her tucking her upper body partially under Mark’s torso so he could properly use both hands to navigate his laptop. Mark had finished his turn, so Yoonmi had pulled out a few tracks for him to listen to as well.

“Dude, this sounds really good,” Mark bopped his head as he listened to one of her potential songs for her comeback. “I think you could lower the tempo a bit in the chorus, but otherwise I really like it.”

“You think so?” she looked at him.

Her boyfriend simply smiled at her, “You know you make amazing songs. Here, let me set it up to the tempo I imagined, maybe you’ll like it.”

She just laughed and let him take over the keyboard. Usually, she’d keep people from touching her tracks unless they were her members or the in-house BigHit producers, but she trusted Mark.

Within a few minutes, he played the song back, watching her intently as she took it in. A smile graced her face upon the realization that Mark was right. The slower tempo worked better for the chorus and sounded more pleasing to listen to in combination with the verses.

“Save that, please,” she felt Mark rest his chin on her shoulder, “I’m taking that suggestion.”

He turned his head, placing a light kiss to her cheek before turning back to the screen in front of them, “I got you. And, save. Oh, sorry I didn’t mean to exit the… What’s this?”

“Oh,” she looked at the audio file open just behind the one she had originally shown him, “this one isn’t really finished yet. It’s actually more like word vomit from my brain straight into a track, but I think you should listen.”

She pressed play and zoned out, debating if she should excuse herself to the bathroom as soon as the first line played. In My Dreams was a song she made after their last in person date in early September, just before she left for LA. It was then when she realized that she didn’t just like him, she loved him. She was actually in love with him, and it scared her because she—despite all the signs she sees pointing to yes—was not completely 110% sure he loved her back.

Looking back at the past year in her life, she would have saved herself a lot of grief. That’s why she decided to let this cat out of the bag now that the opportunity had presented itself. She may not be absolutely certain of Mark’s response, but she could have hope in the signs he had been giving her, right?

She zoned back in when she recognized the end of the song, hand coming up to tug at the ends of her hair.

“Okay,” Mark retracted his body, resting his hand that was once around her on the middle of her back so he could see her better, “first of all, that was amazing. Second, I don’t want to get ahead of anything here, but did you write this on a whim, or is this something you wrote, like, I don’t know… How do I say this?”

“With you on my mind?” she offered, not meeting his eyes.

His gaze on her felt warm yet curious at the same time, “Yeah. That.”

“I did,” she focused her vision on her hands and hair, avoiding even looking at Mark through her peripheral vision. “I wrote it with you in mind.”

There was a moment of silence that passed between them that made Yoonmi internally panic. Maybe this was the wrong move. Maybe it wasn’t time for this yet.

A finger placed under her chin and turning her head broke her out of her panic, and she was met with the softest look in Mark’s eyes.

There it was. The look she saw on her brother when he was looking at his wife. She could see the same emotions so clearly in Mark’s eyes that most of her doubt melted away.

“For real?” he asked her. “I don’t want to assume anything or to rush you. We go at your pace, okay?”

That was it. She was going to say it. No regrets, no listening to doubts. She wanted Mark to know. She took a deep breath.

“I love you.”

Her voice came out almost like a whisper. It wasn’t as confident as she wanted to sound, but it was genuine and honest. That was what mattered.

A smile broke onto Mark’s face as the words processed in his mind. He sat up, pulling her along with him before standing up. Yoonmi watched curiously as he. walked around the bed, closer to her side and kneeling in front of her.

“Was that necessary?” she laughed at his antics.

“I just want you to be completely comfortable when I tell you this,” he smiled up at her. “I love you. I have for a while now. I remember the moment I realized I love you. It was back in June and you fell asleep here, remember?”

She nodded, remembering that day. They had gone for a walk by the Han river and a quick trip to a dog cafe, where she had ended up absolutely covered in fur, so she had to borrow some of Hannah’s clothes as soon as Mark brought her back to his dorm. He had, of course, lent her a hoodie on top of Hannah’s clothes, just because.

Mark hummed in thought, “I think I just spent a good fifteen minutes watching you when it just clicked in my head. I love you. I love how passionate you are about your music and hobbies, I love how you’re still one of the kindest and most humble people I know, love being by your side, I love spending time with you, I love that I get to call you mine, and I just love you.”

Not knowing how to respond to that, Yoonmi just lunged forward to hug him, draping her arms on his shoulders and burying her face in his neck.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” her voice was muffled by his sweater.

His chuckle sent vibrations through her body as he wrapped his arms around her waist, sitting back on his rug and pulling her onto his lap, “We take things at your pace, Love. I’m ready whenever you’re ready.”

The new nickname made warmth spread from her chest the moment she heard him say it. She leaned back back, looking at him with a shy smile.

“Did you just call me ‘Love’?”

He nodded, pressing their foreheads together, “Seems appropriate, don’t you think?”

“You’re right, Love.” The nickname felt foreign yet natural at the same time, coming from her mouth.

Just then, she felt the urge to kiss him. With the adrenaline of their confessions and today’s theme of not listening to doubts, she made a decision.

Mark’s breath hitched as she leaned forward, letting their noses touch, but he leaned backwards so he was looking her in the eyes.

“Yoonmi,” he began, glancing downwards before meeting her eyes again, “can I kiss you?”

“Yes, please.”

That was the confirmation Mark needed. Not just a yes of agreement, but a yes of want as well.

Yoonmi closed her eyes as she felt Mark’s hand come up to the side of her face. She let him guide her towards himself until she felt him slot their lips together into a chaste kiss.

He pulled away, chuckling as she hid her face in his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry,” she apologized, “I don’t actually know how to kiss.”

Mark just gently lifted her face to his. “Don’t worry. I can take the lead on this one.”

With that, he pulled her in for another kiss, finding a rhythm for them that she could keep up with.

From then on, Yoonmi only had two thoughts: Mark actually loves me and God, I think I might get addicted to kissing my boyfriend.

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[shini--chan]

Could I request flight and reaction from the headcannon lists for America, China, and Japan? I absolutely adore the way your characterization of them. Even though I don’t follow hetalia actively anymore I always find myself coming back to your work because I love their dynamics so much

Thank you for your kind words. One small thing though - the templates are to be requested as a whole and not mixed. Should have stated that more clearly in the info post and will update it after this.

This one is about America, I'll be posting the China and Japan ones seperately.

Yandere Character Sheet II

1p America - Alfred F. Jones

Blend in - Are the red flags obvious? Are they even aware that their behaviour is wrong? Do they even care?

When it comes down to it, Alfred fully buys into the trope of American exceptionalism fully. So much so, that he is bristling with self confidence and charm to the point where you'll probably overlook or even justify his more … unorthodox behaviour until it is too late. That is, if you don't hate him or a die hard realist. Or hold fast to some ideology that depicts him in a bad light. 

As per usual, the warning signs will all be very noticeable in hindsight. Though, if you are astute enough, you'll consciously catch on to some of them early on. Else, you'll occasionally be plagued by a feeling of something just not being right. Some of the red flags are:

He limits who you are allowed to talk to. At times, America can have a very black-and-white world view. Of course, he is the good guy and everything is just and moral. Even when he dirties his hands, it is all for the greater good. Thus, the bad guys are all those that don't fall in the neat lines of his high end morality. You are not allowed to talk to them, or even hear them speak, or else they will corrupt you. The only case he'll make an exception is if you are itching to join him on his crusade to either redeem them or defeat them.

Along the same vein - he is very resistant to criticism. At times, he internalises the saying "America is the best country on Earth" a bit too much. On mundane things he can very well take your feedback with grace. He is even open to pondering on concepts that are alien to him, if he is in a good mood. Though, if you try to change his opinion on something like his moral code or the lifestyle he is currently pursuing, then you'll find yourself running against a brick wall. It takes very long for him to admit to being the bad guy in something, or even just to being wrong. And even then, he'll try to sugarcoat it as much as possible.

Again in the same category - he can be controlling of the media you consume. Think about those hard right wing evangelists that think watching certain movies makes you gay. He might allow you to watch a series or read a book that he considers despicable, but only if you have a certain opinion on it. 

He always wants to know where you are or what you are doing. He'll frame it so that he comes off as the concerned boyfriend, or explain it as having had bad experiences with people in the past. Both will be true, but what is also true is that he is possessive and controlling. 

America is a sore loser, a very sore loser. He is neigh incapable of tolerating somebody being better than him. Hell, he even has difficulties in tolerating somebody being equally good as him in something he deems important. You are no exception here, no matter how much he “loves” you. 

Perhaps in the odd moment of deeper introspection Alfred will admit that what he is doing is wrong. However, he'll be quick to brush it off as "the ends justify the means". Though, if pushed far he'll break down and sink into deep shame, then trying desperately to right all his wrongs. That is, if he doesn't bury himself in copious self-righteousness and toxic self-interest beforehand. 

Compatriot - Who aids them? Who condemns them? Are there ways you can convince their friends/colleges/underlings to help you? 

Alfred has three types of people who aid him. First are the sycophants, those the hang onto his every word and laud and applaud whatever he does. Maybe their livelihood depends on him, or they are desperate to get in his good books. Eitherway, they'll treat his every whim as an order, morals be damned. Their opinion on his treatment of you doesn't matter at all in that case, what matters is that they'll act in his interests.

Second, are those that are genuinely on his side, that share his view of god and the world. These are the people that might chide him for his treatment of you at times. That being said, if you act like you are a happy couple, you'll also be treated as such and they'll turn a blind eye to all the red flags. 

Thirdy, there are the people that comply with him due to fear. Those that look at him and see the boy king that dropped two atomic bombs on Japan and showed no remorse afterwards. These are the people he has a gun pointed at, be it literally or figuratively. They will comply with Alfred if he calls on them, but they won't be enthusiastic about it. They might even try to discreetly help you.

As to those that condemn him - they are many in number, though only few will be overt about it. Alfred has a tendency to steamroll over other people to get what he wants. His tendency to selfishness has won him many enemies and thus there are quite a few people that are willing to help you. Now, a lot of the time their feelings and opinion of you won't matter, they just want a chance to pay America back for all the injustices it has inflicted on them, perhaps even with interest. In that way, you won't have much convincing to do.

Though when it comes to those that submit to him - either bribery or tricking them will work. Or you can convince them to help you if the blame for your escape can be shifted onto somebody else, or if the situation can be framed to make it look like you managed to flee entirely on your own. Concerning those that are loyal to him - in some select cases you can succeed in getting away by appealing to their own self interest or, again, by tricking them. However, there are also those amongst his circle of confidents that don't see him as a demigod and still side with him. When it comes to that sort, you can convince them that Alfred is sick in the head and that the only way to cure him is to remove you from his side, and then they'll orchestrate events to make that happen.

America's politicians and other high class people may also decide to step in if they think that Alfred is becoming too distracted because of his "relationship" with you or if he causes an aggrievious international incident. Watch out, though! Poor communication kills. If you don't convey your intentions or matters go haywire, they might decide that the best way to deal with the problem would be a bullet to the brain. 

Dominion - What actions are especially pleasing to them?

On a large part, Alfred wants to have the American dream for himself, even if his version of it isn't quite as humble. He wants to come home to you showering him with affection and doting on him and catering to his needs. But above all, Alfred wants you to elevate any boredom that he might feel. 

In any case, he would rather be frustrated or angry with you than bored. That being said, you'll want to avoid him falling into either state. 

Travel with him abroad, introduce him to new cultures if you can. Engage him in debates, do sports with him. Though, if you don't want to play a (sports) game with him, he does expect you to be on the sidelines and cheer him on as he plays. He is always up for new movies or series, or he'll allow you to drag him to a library or a comic store. Alfred also believes in being a self made person, so if you have ambitions or interests (as long as it's something he is ok with) he'll gladly help you on your personal journey. Be careful, though - he might end up shaping you more than you shape yourself. 

Aside from a very active leisure time, he wants you to be a loyal and caring spouse. Cook his meals and give him massages, ask about his day and don't start fights (he'll always be the one to end them, and at times, it will be anything but pretty). If you behave well, he'll let you out, maybe even take you to a party or even another country with him. 

Flight - What do you have to do in order to escape them?

This is actually a tricky question to answer. You see, Alfred is big on security but also a short term thinker. Either way, what you must do to slip out of his grasp is also largely dependent on your relationship with him before escaping. 

If has to drag you into his house kicking and screaming, then it will make things a lot more difficult. He’ll be expecting you to make a break for it, and will devise certain ways to break your will. You might think that your personality might be important to him, but that is only partially true; he is far more enamoured with the idea of who you can be for him than who you are. Alfred has a picture in mind of who you can be, the best version of you, in his not so humble opinion and if he has to play cat-and-mouse games to help you reach that goal, then so be it. 

Most of the time, he’ll keep you under lock and key - you would have to be very clever and skillful or have help to escape then. Though there will be instances where he’ll play release and catch with you - he’ll allow you to escape under controlled conditions only to capture you and haul you back home. This would be to drive the point home that you can’t evade him forever. 

The more you are inclined towards him, the more freedoms he’ll allow you; that is, if there is no danger of you stealing the spotlight from him. That being said, he’ll still keep a close eye on you - your phone will be checked on regular intervals and he’ll use it to track you. All your financial transactions (insofar as they are digital or per card) will be monitored and he'll do background checks on everybody you interact with on a regular or semi-regular basis. 

In general, it has to be said that he isn’t omnipotent or infallible, even if he tries to showcase himself at times. There will be moments where he slips up, mistakes that he overlooks. In total, he is a short-term thinker and emotionally charged. If you can get him to trip over his own lines (and it is easier than you might think) then you can go galavanting away. 

Hospitality - What is your life like with them? How much does it deviate from your former life?

This is a fort where Alfred loves to show off - anything you want, just say it, and he’ll already be pulling out his wallet. He won’t hesitate to have you settled in a pent house or a mansion and have you wine and dine. For him, this is also a way to tie you to his side - isn’t personal security more comfortable and important than freedom, eh? If you want for nothing because he gives everything you are allowed to want to you, then why should you try to flee. 

Aside from that, he won’t keep you in one place for a long time. Alfred wants to be the only real constant in your life and one way through which he shall achieve this would be to uproot you every now and then. It would also have the dual purpose of making it very difficult for you to plan an escape. In the same vein, he prefers his life to be eventful, and that will be reflected in his relationship with you. In the minor cases, it is small projects and that goes up to the major cases, that are historic events. Longer times of peace or monotony make him antsy and more prone to doing something impulsive. If you aren’t involved in all the drama and action, then you’ll be regaled with hour long stories of it. 

In that way, you have less peace and quiet than in your former life and also less privacy, because he tends to use you as a cure for boredom and restlessness. At times you’ll ask yourself if he sees you more as a doll than a person with agency. 

Since he also has many enemies, you might find yourself in the crosshairs because of him. In comparison to Alfred, you are probably the weak link (or he at least does his best to frame it that way to other people) so you’ll be targeted in order to hurt him. That way, you might find yourself kidnapped, threatened and tortured. And all of this would be followed by Alfred going on a rampage in order to rescue you. A lot of blood will be spilled and all because of you. 

Afterwards, he’ll just want to lie in your arms, maybe have sex, just imitating what all those movie characters do after a successful mission. Generally, he wishes for you to worship the ground that he walks upon - while he can live with your ire and hatred, it won’t be a smooth, nice ride for either of you if that is the case. If it is the case, then you have to be moulded into shape. 

It would be re-educated, but he would never use that word for what he is doing to you; it is such an ugly word, a communist word, a communist principle as how could he ever do such a thing. Instead, it would be redeeming you, bring you on the right path. In truth, he has just watched too many Hollywood movies and doesn’t know when to take a no. It would be a matter of chipping away at your resistance, carving away the hard exterior shell you erected to keep him out, to reach the soft core. 

Order - What are the rules you have to adhere to?

He doesn’t like to call them rules, since it just makes it seem like he is oppressive. Understandings? Manner? Either of them would be better words in his mind. At the root of everything, this mindset stems from the belief that you know what is proper and good. There are a few lines in the sand that he’ll point out, but for the most part he’ll assume you know what the laws of the land are. 

If you don’t have something nice to say, then don’t say it at all. The exception to this rule is if you are verbally tearing down some miscreant. Else, you are to sugar, spice and everything nice towards him. Sassiness is welcomed though, but no in excessive amounts. He is the sort of person to casually say that he likes somebody with an attitude though that only goes as far as that you provide him with a challenge - he kind of likes the idea of "taming" a partner.

Don't talk smack about me to other people. This rule is partially because he cares a lot about how others perceive him and because he doesn't want somebody intervening. Besides, your actions reflect onto him and he doesn't want you to shine a bad light on him just because you can't get your act together when other people are around. He considers the low points of your relationship as something that should remain between the two of you. 

I provide you with food and a roof over your head, so you listen to him. In some ways, he is downright paternalistic - this is only one of them. In any case, he earns more than you, pays when you eat out and the deal for house ownership has his signature on it. He is for equality insofar as it doesn't upset his position of power. So, it is his house and his rules and you are to treat him as your Lord and Saviour along with granting him all the privileges that come with such a position. 

Don't try to get third parties involved in our stuff. Reflecting on one of the above rules here. That being said, what would really get his blood boiling would be if you involve some uppity politician in affairs that are between you and him. He is wary of his own politicians and the sentiment to foreign lawmakers is even worse, so if you get one of them on board then the blood sports will commence. 

There are many more rules, spoken as well as unspoken, but we'll just leave it at that for now.

Rehabilitation - How much will they change you? Will they break you? How much therapy would you need in the event that you get rid of them? 

He'll change you to fit the romanticised version of you that he has in his mind's eye and he wouldn’t shy away from more unsavoury means if he thinks they are necessary. In that sense, you might have to undergo severe therapy and deconstruct the mould he pressed you in and reconstruct your personality. 

Or it could be that you bury your actual persona so deep in your subconscious, that you have moments of derealisation and have to slowly be coaxed out of the cocoon you wrapped yourself in. If you put up a pretty hefty fight, then he might even brainwash you in the truest sense of the word (putting you in a moment of existential distress and then forming you to his liking) and if that is the case, some deprogramming such as is necessary for ex-cult member might on the table. 

Aside from that, you’ll need to learn how to be independent again, learn how to provide for yourself and put your own food on the table, how to think for yourself and not in the tight frame he imposed on you. Time far away in another country with differing cultural and moral framework might be helpful then. 

And even after that, you'll be paranoid,  it through constantly fearing being tracked via your phone or having somebody physically watching your every move. It will take a lot to calm you down and you would be in danger of resorting to drugs to ease your fear and emotional pain.

Zeal - Do they fall fast or slow? What is their reaction to their own feelings?

Alfred is inclined to take this relatively fast once he is sure of his feelings for you; it is the stage before that. At times, he can be really emotionally constipated, though not to the degree his father can be. It is just that he has so much on his plate and while he has a warm and pleasant exterior though it actually takes a bit before a real emotional connection is established. Even then, he would be careful to place his full trust in you. If anything, being trusted by him would only come after years of proving yourself and even then, he would still hold something over your head to "motivate" you to not double cross him. 

As for how he reacts to his own feelings - he is as rash and impulsive as you probably assume he'll be. Being in love is a pleasure for him and he is prone to taking things too fast. Chances are that he'll be suffocating in his affections at first, if he can get away with it. Once he realises that his feelings run even deeper than mere infatuation, he might stop for a moment and conduct some introspection. Said introspection will seldom be self-critical, however, and is more to assess what might work with you and how far he wishes to go with you, rather than anything concerning ethics. 

Art is not mine

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[call-memissbrightside]

Wilting

TW: abuse, NSFW themes, noncon

Your boyfriend was a hero, he was your lover and so many people looked up to him and told you countless times 'Oh aren't you just lucky.'

You don't feel lucky, not when he slaps you so hard that your lip splits and you wonder what excuse you'll tell others when they asked what happened to you.

What happened to you?

Before him, you were lost. Wandering around, not strong enough to be a hero and too dumb to finish college. Maybe that's what intrigued him, what caused him to do a double take at that club you visited to get drunk for the night.

But, what happened? Why did you agree to go home with him? It was too easy for him to catch you, his hands wrapping around your neck a little too tight but he made you cum so much, you thought he was a god. And he was looking at you, someone almost untouchable was giving you time and attention and whispering against your naked skin that he loved you, saying it like a mantra.

I love you

I love you so much

You would blush profusely at his confessions, back when you still had a conscience and wondering if maybe you're falling too fast, too hard.

But you were younger back than, and you didn't know. How could you know? How could you know that when he gets angry, his fist will collide with you and leave you bruised as a reminder not to cross him

He cried the first time he hit you.

You don't even remember what the argument was about. But you remember how much it hurt, and his hands, the same hands that hurt you tried to put you back together even as you flinched away from him. You knew it was stupid to believe him when he said he'd never do it again. But you did, because you loved him and he promised you. But than he did it again, and you stopped hoping he'd change.

The relationship with him was filled with sex and arguments and sloppy apologizes. Back then, you weren't use to the harsh blow of his hands. Now, they're like an old friend. It feels like you're missing something now if he misses a day of hitting you. How sad.

He doesn't cry anymore when he knocks you down, shattering your heart and your face.

He just stands there, a snarl on his face and he doesn't say anything, but you know what he's thinking: stay down. And you do, for him.

One year blurs into three or maybe four, your fragile mind can't keep track anymore.

People don't suspect anything, not his friends nor the friends he makes you leave behind when he moves you into his apartment. They envy you, the stupid girl that somehow won the heart of Japan's great hero.

You lose yourself, just like how you lose blood that trickles from your nose in the bathroom you hide in.

You stop talking, and he doesn't notice because all he cares about is jamming his cock down your throat. You're lost again, but his love and hatred is dragging you down, anchoring you, choking you.

When you were younger, you told yourself that you'd never allow yourself to be someone's punching bag. 'I'll leave, I won't stay,' You use to declare. But now you're in the same situation you thought you'd never be in, and you didn't take into account how hard it would be to even get up after he's pushed you onto the floor, just how heavy his foot feels on your stomach as he kicks you.

"I miss your naive mind,' You cry to your younger self, who is lost behind your black eyes as you stare in your reflection, that little girl too scared to come out and fight because you don't recognize yourself anymore.

You're tired, so tired so you rot day and night and begin hoping that soon, you won't get up.

"Hey, what are you thinking about?"

His red eyes are on you, his eyebrows pushed together. You realize you've zoned out again, and you wonder if you have a concussion.

The arm that is around your shoulder tightens, and it reminds you of a snake suffocating its prey.

Your jaw aches when you speak, "Was there ever a moment where we were happy?"

You couldn't remember. There were glimpses of late night dancing in the kitchen, laughter echoing in your head when you could laugh around him. Fragments of the beginning of us, when he was shy and observant and held you when you had nightmares. That sweetness that sucked you in had bittered, and now you were wilting.

He tells you that he loves you, but now it's used like a bandaid to put over how he misuses your heart. But the cracks were far too many, and you felt like dying.

Tears gather in your eyes when he doesn't answer, his jaw clenched and he looks away from your despair. He is taking and taking, but is there anything left? Who are you anymore?

"Let me go, let me be happy," You beg, but that only causes him to hold you tighter, tighter, tighter, tighter, refusing to release.

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[leewritestoomuch]

I’ll Eat My Hat

This was supposed to be cute. And it is, once you get past the topic of death.

So warning about topic of death.

Ukyo Saionji x reader

I actually hate this, but take that with a grain of salt bc I always hate what I write. If I didn’t hate it, I’ve been replaced with a ghost writer and call for help.

I promise I can write better than this. I just haven’t written anything in a while.

“And if I died?” The question was a lot darker than the previous questions and conversation. To you, the question rolled off the tongue with a giggle, looking up at him. Though to you, he was upside down, but that’s because you were laying down, head resting on his thigh, looking back and up at him. You sat up when you noticed his face fall a little bit.

“I’d hope that wouldn’t happen.” He almost whispers, a smile cracking across his face. He looks about to cry, and you realize, he’s probably thought out that scenario. And you realize you should probably just move on and drop the conversation.

“S—” You start but he cuts you off.

“But even if it did, I’d always love you.” He looks like he’s fighting hiding his face in his hands. And he is, because shouldn’t he be stronger than this? He doesn’t though, he just look at you for a moment before he speaks again. “And maybe, I’d go too. Soon enough.”

“No, I’d want you to live.” Your eyes, previously fixed on something just past him, now snap over to meet his. “Don’t give up like that.”

“Well, I’d eat my hat if that day ever came so… I don’t think we have anything to worry about.” Ukyo snickers.

“Because you don’t worry about it?” You catch him off guard.

“No. I mean, well, yes. I do, but it’s just paranoia.” He says, chuckling as he looks down at the ground.

…

That conversation feels more like a distant memory now. As you slip on and fasten up some wooden shoes to do some scavenging around the forest with Kohaku, you think back to it though. This isn’t death, so why does that conversation come to mind?

You’ve been awake for less than a week, and you’re going to war soon. And maybe you will die, then your beloved boyfriend will have to eat his hat. Of course, that’s not what he’s worried about, though.

You two weren’t together when the petrification happened, so you don’t have much of a clue where to find him. What if his statue was broken? Then what?

Questions like that float through your head for days and weeks until you’re told stories by Gen and Magma about a man who had terrifying archery skills. And it feels silly, because archery is a well respected sport in Japan, which cultural roots too, so that could have been anybody, but your mind went straight to the idea that it’s him.

They say he aimed at them, and that you find harder to believe. Your boyfriend always was intimidating, when he needed to be, but he was a pacifist. If their blood was on his hands, you know he’d never sleep well again.

Yet you find yourself asking for any sort of detail that confirms your hopes it is him, because maybe there is a good explanation for his hostility. And for why he’s working for your enemy.

(I literally do not remember the episode very well at all so I’m adding my own twist bc I’m not rewatching it rn)

Gen says they couldn’t really see him, but they know he’s got excellent hearing.

“It’s like he could hear a feather drop.” He says.

And your heart skips a beat because that’s got to be your boyfriend. Yet, time passes and nothing. You can’t just walk onto enemy lines to find your boyfriend. And on top of that, you’ve began to delude yourself that there is some other man in the area with excellent, inhuman hearing and impeccable archery skills.

You brush all that off, ignoring it for now. Even if it’s clawing at you, there is work to be done. So here you are, sitting on the cold, wooden floor of the hut. Gen and Senku were on the phone with a woman named Nikki. A self proclaimed super fan of Lillian Weinberg, as you’ve come to understand. You, being from the United States, had helped him just a little bit with his facts regarding the famous singer. He knew a lot, so did Senku, but you had input too.

When you all played the recording, she believed it, but a faint, yet stern voice cut through the air from the behind the phone. Then the phone is taken, and a familiar voice speaks. Your heart stops for a moment as you realize, the archer was your boyfriend. After barely hearing the next words he, Gen, or Senku spoke, you finally snap back to reality when you hear “we have somebody who is better at English than the both of us.”

And the microphone of the giant phone is suddenly being shoved into your hand.

“So what exactly do you want?” The line is whispered to you to say. You repeat it, trying not to stutter over your words. The line goes silent on the other end for a moment, before he speaks.

Gen and Senku exchange glances because you, as stone faced and cold as you are, have never seemed nervous before. You don’t fail to notice, but you don’t say anything.

“I don’t want blood.” He says, sounding a bit more emotional now.

“I know you don’t.” You say softly back, and confusion settles into the room.

“So I’m not crazy. It’s you?” You nod, before remembering he can’t see you to know you did.

“No, you’ve lost your mind. Now you have to eat a hat.” You chuckle.

“I just got this one.” He says.

“Alright, I don’t know how you two know each other,” Senku bluntly cuts you off. “But wrap it up, we have a negotiation to discuss? Let’s be 100% to the point here. We can do this with no blood.”

You sit back, smiling, knowing you’ll see him once this is over.

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Ellie hated patrol.

Partially because of the immense amount of infected, and partially because she has to endure Dina's dramatic bickering for hours. If she had no self control, she would have scraped out her eardrums with her pocket knife by now.

"-and I really feel like we'd get back together. But- every time we break up and get back, it feels different." Dina sighed and untied Japan from a broken water pipe. "Maybe we should stop trying. I don't know. Guys are a lot more difficult."

Ellie laughed. It's not that she'd know how different it'd be, since she's not into the whole 'man' thing. Her feelings are conflicted, however, a part of her wanting to lie about it. It would be better, she thinks; it wouldn't give room for anyone to give her shit about it.

She smirked. "Yeah," she says, rubbing the pads of her fingers on the metal ball of her eyebrow. "Tell me about it."

The rest of the ride to Jackson was quiet. Only the sounds of birds in the Spring whistled in the air along with the fresh breeze that carried the smell of cedar and grass. It was still early, a few hours after noon, with the sun a couple inches from the horizon and still emitting a beautiful pink hue.

Anyone with eyes could tell Ellie was excited to arrive home. All she wanted right now was food, a bed with clean sheets, and you. It wasn't arguable that she wanted you there the most. Her love for you is treasured in the deepest areas of her heart, yet she cannot speak of it, because everyone thinks you are only a friend, a roommate, as Dina put it. She loathes that part of it all. She loathes that she cannot give affection to you at dances or anywhere public. She always ends up staring at straight couples, giving them looks, and cursing under her breath when they kiss, show too much skin, and grope each other inappropriately. If that is allowed, why am I not?

As the giant wooden doors shut behind them, Dina hops off her horse and takes the reins. Ellie climbs off Shimmer and hands her reins to Dina.

"Put her up for me, yeah?" Dina rolls her eyes.

She passes the reins to her left hand and flattens her right, then holds the tip of her fingers to her forehead and juts them out like a Soldier's salute. "Got it, boss."

-

You knew Ellie would be back very soon. And time was running out.

You anxiously stirred the canned Alfredo sauce that you had poured into a pot moments before. The stove hissed and shuttered. This thing may be a little too old.

Abandoning the sauce, you scan the Cookbook laying on the counter. Leafing through the pages, the subtitles catch your eye: Sweets and Pastries... Condiments and Spices... Pasta and Sauces.

"Bingo," you mutter to yourself. You advert your gaze back to the pot, and just your luck, the sauce seems to be a little darker than usual... and there's smoke billowing out of it.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You hastily turn off the heat and grab the pot by the handle, then dramatically throw it into the sink, turning on the cold water through the faucet. You wait a couple seconds before removing it and putting it back on the stove.

The pang of the pot hitting the stove muffles the creak of the front door opening and shutting. You stand there for a minute, staring at the browned residue in the interior of the pot, wondering how you could screw up something so badly.

Just as you were about to turn around, two strong arms grab you by the waist and gently pull you closer. Your anxiety spikes for only a moment, before you hear a voice you couldn't ignore.

"Hey, babe."

You turn around and are welcomed with a look of pure adoration. Her closed smile brings out the most secret feature on her face that only you see the most - her dimples. You can't help but place the palm of your hand on her cheek and rub the dip of skin with the pad of your thumb.

"Hey." You return the smile. "I tried to make dinner, but I kind of.. fucked it up."

Ellie's eyes turn from your own to behind you, where the pot remains, hissing tauntingly.

She thinks it's kind of cute, how you tried to do something nice for her. She thinks every little thing you do is adorable.

"It's okay," She whispers, using her fingers you loved oh-so-dearly to push a strand of hair away from your face. She stares at your own eyes, her pupils dilating more and more with every movement you make.

Suddenly, she backs away. Her facial expression turns solemn, almost tearful, like she's just been hit with the most gut-wrenching news she could ever receive. She twists the rings on her fingers a few times before speaking.

"I think we should talk." Her gaze meets your own, and it's almost as if she can read through your irises and pinpoint exactly what you're thinking. "No, not like that. I mean, I just really feel like we.. shouldn't be this secret."

You involuntarily yet subtly cock your head. "What do you mean?"

"I just," there's a few seconds of silence, her anxiety wafting in the air so thickly you could almost feel it. "I just want to be able to tell people that I love you."

Ellie stands there while you two bathe in silence for a moment. The sunlight is fading now, the open window letting in a cool air in contrast to the red and yellow hues of the sunset.

You knew Ellie was scared to tell anyone, even her friends. You both knew about that girl who got outed by a couple teenage boys who were raised the wrong way; they had fed her to Clickers out on her last patrol.

"You can," you practically whisper, approaching her and grabbing her tatted hand gently. "You can tell everyone. Everyone is scared of you, Ellie. And they should be."

"But I'm just a girl," she breathes. Her height over you makes her look down to meet your eyes as you walk closer, chests almost touching in the tight proximity. "Not a threat."

Your gaze drops from her eyes to her lips. Doing this still makes you nervous, like a giddy teenager; it just feels like you're doing it again for the first time.

She places her hands on your hips. Your breath hitches and her breathing quickens, and you move closer to her. And closer. Closer.

Before you touch, she puts her finger to your lips.

"What are you doing?" She says with a smirk. Her voice went rough, quiet - just like when she gets when she's annoyed or hurt - but this is in a completely different context.

The question hangs unanswered in the air for a beat. You immediately feel small, vulnerable, under her strong gaze. She knows what gets you, and it only makes you more curious.

"What do you think?"

You give her a challenging glare. She returns it, accepting your challenge, and waiting for who makes the first move. She waits for you. You wait for her.

It all happens so fast.

Your lips connect in such aggression that she has you flung against the kitchen counter, 5 feet away from where you were originally. Her calloused fingers find their way under your shirt, massaging the stretch marks and scars that you call imperfection. She calls them perfection.

Her cold rings drag against your skin as the kiss deepens. She gains her control by biting your bottom lip, enough to make you gasp in a way to allow her past your teeth. The metal ball on her tongue rubs against the roof of your mouth, making you moan in thought as you think about what she could do with that.

You easily submit to her. She knows she has you, because she's pulling your pajama shirt over your head and throwing it off to an unknown location to pick it up later.

Ellie pulls away for air, and you whine, leaning in to find her lips again to no avail. "Breathe, baby," she murmurs. You pull yourself up to sit on the counter and lean your head back against the cupboards. With your neck exposed, Ellie attacks it, biting and sucking on tender skin like her life depended on it. You moan at the pleasurable pain and expose your neck more to her, allowing her to move lower to your clavicle, toying with the fabric on your back and unhooking it to reveal your chest.

All of her movement stops. She does nothing but stare at you chest, mouth agape, practically drooling on herself as she reaches to touch you.

"You're so fucking beautiful," she keens, latching her lips onto your left and sucking generously while massaging the other. She copies the same motion on the right while you grind against the air, desperate for her to speed it up. You grab her by the shirt and pull her closer.

"Take it off," you say, slurring your words, still stuck in a thick haze that Ellie has put you in. Only Ellie.

She complies, retracting her lips from your chest and lifting her shirt over her head. You have barely any time to look at her before she picks you up Bridal style to your room. Or the spare room; you never really used it anymore.

She roughly lets you fall on the bed and wastes no time to climb on top of you, straddling your hips and using her hands to pin your shoulders down. She has you under her strong control, and you almost moan just thinking about it. She puts her lips against your ear.

"Do you want me?"

You nod feverishly, groaning, practically unable to use your words anymore.

"Good girl," she growls, roughly placing her right knee between your legs. You immediately grind against it, moaning as you finally receive some friction on where you needed it the most.

She moves her head down to your stomach, licking and kissing the scars and stretch marks, giving them each a bit of her attention to give a subtle reminder.

Ellie moves her knee away from your thighs, and you whine pathetically. She scoots back and toys with the button of your jeans, looking up at you as a silent question. You meet her eyes, nodding for her to continue while she unbuttons your pants and unzips the fly. She pulls them off of you like if you were to break at any moment.

She wastes no time to remove your underwear, hooking her finger underneath the band on your thigh and slowly pulling it down your legs.

Something in her switches. Her irises narrow and seem almost animalistic as she gives the first touches to your folds, feeling how wet you've gotten from the past few minutes.

"Fuck." Your body is shaking at this point, twitching with every drag she gives against your clit. "Please, please, Ellie..."

"Please what, babe?" She smiles at her one-ended question, knowing exactly what you want. She presses harder against your clit when you don't answer.

"Shit! Shit, please just.." You're heaving now, the tight coil in your stomach is so close yet so far. "..just more. More, please."

Ellie says nothing but pulls her hands away. She goes to pull off her rings but something stops her, and she hesitates. What occurs to her may be a little far-fetched, but she thinks, what if I don't take them off?

Pushing them back up her ring and middle fingers, she lifts her middle and pushes inside of you, slowly. The drag of the metal ring on your spot make your back arch as one long-kept moan is drawn out of you.

"Yeah?" She breathes, tauntingly. Each pump of her finger draws so many sounds from you that sound like songs to her ears. She cannot get enough of it. "You like that?"

She slows down to add her ring finger. While she pushes them in, she lowers herself so her face is level to your folds. You look down at her, just to see she is already looking at you hungrily, wanting to taste you more than anything. You reach over to her hair and pet her softly, dragging your thumb on her eyebrow piercing and massaging it gently against her skin.

She moves from your hand to lick around your clit, dragging the metal ball on her tongue around your sensitive bud like she couldn't get enough.

You try your best to grind against her fingers and tongue, chasing that far away pleasure that creeps oh-so much closer, but Ellie sees it. She removes her fingers and climbs up to straddle your hips again.

"You're that fucking desperate, huh?" She laughs. She raises her fingers to your face, resting her palm on your bottom jaw and prodding your mouth with her ring and middle. "Open up."

And you comply, opening your mouth to allow her fingers inside. You swirl your tongue around her, tasting yourself and cleaning her from your wetness. Ellie watches closely and you keep eye contact with her through it all.

"Fuck," she gasps, removing her fingers from your mouth and resting her thumb on your lips. "You're such a fucking whore, aren't you?"

You moan at her words, grinding on her weight as she's sat on top of you. She's still in her bra and jeans, and you're completely exposed. The contrast between you and her makes you feel smaller, like she has full control of you; and she does.

She sits up to go to the next room without a word. Panic rises in your chest, thinking you did something wrong, until she returns with a strap around her waist.

You knew she had this, and she made subtle jokes about it, but you never thought you'd see it in person. It's a good size, and a comedically bright purple. She sees your smile when you look at it, and she poses slightly as if to say, 'funny, right?'

She climbs on top of you and connects your lips together. The kiss is quick, passionate, and just enough to disconnect from your previous mood shift. She moves her hand south to guide the end of the strap to where it needs to be, and she rubs it against you to lubricate it. It drags along your clit perfectly as you grasp Ellie's shoulders harshly.

"God.. Ellie," You moan, moving your grip from her shoulders to the sheets below you.

She hums, content in your sounds and puts her face in between your chest. Using her hand to guide herself, she slowly pushes in.

You cry out, biting your fist to muffle your sounds. She thrusts again, drags it out, then in again, and out.. and it feels amazing, how your bodies are connected in such a way that allows you to feel good like this. You think you could cherish this forever.

Ellie snaps you out of your daze to grab your wrist and pull it away from your mouth. "Don't hide. I wanna hear you cry for me," She growls. "Wanna hear your pathetic little sounds, baby."

With that, she speeds up her pace. Each drag of her strap against you feels so good, to where you can't think of anything except for "Ellie, Ellie, Ellie..."

The wet sounds of you and her fill the room, reminding you that she is in control, and she is making you feel this way. And its so goddamn hot in here.

She moves her hand from your wrist and puts it around your neck, holding you in place, exactly where she wants you. You're reduced to a whimpering, whining mess, with tears tracking down your cheeks and that coil in your gut is tightening more and more.

"Ellie, please," you beg, crying out, "I'm so close."

"Then come for me," She sighs, breathless. Beads of sweat collected around her temples. "Let me hear you.”

You don't know what happened next.

She continued her thrusts through your high, only stopping when you were physically able to tap her twice on her side. She collapsed on top of you, gaining her breath and rolled off of you on her back.

After a moment, she reached down and unhooked the strap from the loops of her jeans, and discarded them across the room.

She reaches out to you and pulls you closer, wordlessly looking in your eyes as a silent I love you. And you love her, and you hope you spend the rest of your time together.

#ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie smut #ellie williams x reader smut #tlou smut #the last of us smut #tlou #the last of us

[libbee]

Hii ❤️ if u don't mind me asking , I heard from an astrologer that venus in 8th house people will get their heart broken at least ones ( like this will happen ), what do u think ? What do u think ?

Hello,

Venus in 8th house signifies many things (1) karmic relationship which means attracting partners who resemble the childhood pattern you had with your caretaker (2) controlling, toxic, psychically penetrating, power control relationship (3) trauma, death and rebirth, transformation and healing.

What makes venus in 8th house so self destructive is the destiny/fate/life pattern/life events that happen similarly in all natives with this placement. No matter if they were born in Japan or Great Britain, all venus in 8th house natives will live similar life themes especially in terms of romance because venus (1) rules libra/7th house and taurus/2nd house (2) venus signifies romance, emotions, relationship contract and (3) venus is concerned with wealth, luxury, sensual pleasures and comfort of life.

What makes 8th house so special is that (1) house of death and rebirth, the two most sacred events of life (2) house of transformation and change which is the law of nature just how a seed sprouts into a plant then grows into a tree and bears fruits.

When we are young, naive, immature, we fear change, our expectations are that of 'hopeless romantic forever love', we confuse 'validation seeking and codependency with love', we are 'narcissistic and think that how you make me feel is called love', our expectations are that of fantasy and what we see in movies is what we think is love.

Venus in 8th house is the blessing in disguise because it helps you see how fictitious your beliefs and ideas were. It helps you see that the people in this world are living blindly and ignorantly. It opens your intuitive side and probes you into the depths of the psyche.

Yes, venus in 8th house does give heart break because the relationships are based in impulsivity, irrational, emotional, magical attitude. It is not the person you enter in relationship with but their fantasy, an image, an ideal. You are a damsel in distress who falls in trauma bond with a fictitious messiah, not the real person. Once you heal from this heart break, you are spiritually empowered, emotionally intelligent and psychically transformed. You mature into a stronger and better version of yourself. You are fearless, aware of your mortality and really powerful because you know what it feels like to die and reborn. What happens is that a young venus in 8th houser is a pick me girl who matures into a queen energy.

Before heart break: Venus in 8th houser girl is broken, attachment issues, insecure, clingy, confused, magical thinking, thinks her hero will rescue her/fix her/save her; "we settle with the love we think we deserve"; doormat girl and all this happens because she has not done any self work. She is so so insecure, it is tragedy.

After heart break: She really really matures. Her psychological maturity is magnetic and powerful. She is psychically penetrating and can see the undertones of energy in people. Now she is secure in herself, she knows her worth, values her time, lives with the flow of energy, is passionate, deep, intense and so wise. She knows emotional patterns because she spends a lot of time in self introspection, finding meaning in life, seeing interconnection between people and events, she is a healer and someone who is really into the exploration of subconscious and unconscious treasures. This is a drastic transformation and ideally this will take a long time but it is the final product.

And then you attract another partner, one who resembles your new emotional patterns and this is much much satisfying relationship. I am not making it up, if you have venus in 8th house, be assured you will feel these words in your soul when it happens to you. It is as if all venus in 8th housers speak the same language. The magical thinking that probes venus in 8th housers in traumatic relationship is the same magical thinking that they later use in divination, astrology, tarot, witchcraft. They learn to put their magical gift to better use that is esoteric and spirituality. You see how the ladies who are into esoteric and occult fields are so confident, self-righteous in a good way and are really deep/calming/peaceful. Even the men with venus in 8th house also are very much into spirituality, occult and esoteric.

#venus in 8th house #astrology observations #astro observations #astro community #8th house #astroblr #astrology #astrology notes

[venny-the-mha-writer]

heyyyyy girl (gender neutral), could i request anything with dom yelena and afab reader? just a blurb, a crumb, literally anything, but if u wanna get more specific i wouldn’t complain if you included anything with voyeurism (yelena to reader) 🫣 ty in advance!

OMG my first request ofc I’ll do anything thank you for requesting

And sorry if I do terribly but it’s my first time doing afab reader and voyerism pls be patient had to look it up 😋

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It was a very weird day in Japan. Me and my girlfriend Yelena were sitting in the car drinking Starbucks and on your way home. (just pretend that it’s their freedom and they have cars🤫)

When you got home you had set your coffee down and went to use the bathroom. Yelena saw this as a perfect opportunity and slipped a pill in your drink. After you came back from the bathroom you took a few good sips of your drink and went on your phone. A couple of minutes later Yelena had got called in for work.

~2 hours later~

After 2 hours of sitting on your phone you began to feel weird and suddenly you were wet you quickly ran upstairs to you and yelena’s shared bedroom took out a vibrator undressed your self and began using it (didn’t know if you wanted toys)

~30 minutes later~ (Sorry for the time skips)

Surprisingly Yelena had just gotten home for work and smirked as she knew the pill had taken affect. The more closer she had gotten to the room the more louder your moans were. You were so loud that you didn’t even hear your bedroom door crack open.

You were on the verge of cumming when a hand grabbed your toy and yanked it out of your hand you look up to see Yelena smirking at you as you tried to cover yourself up with the blanket she grabbed and threw the blanket somewhere in the room.

“Naughty girl you broke the rule”

As you whined wanting a release she grabbed your neck and shushed you.

“Never thought my baby would break the rules my good little baby became a naughty girl”

Then she continued to speak

“I’ll tell you what you have 5 minutes to make yourself cum or else I’ll punish you for breaking the rule if you do manage to make yourself cum then I’ll reward you with my strapon”

“Now be a good little girl and make yourself cum five minutes starting now~”

You wasted no time and got to work. You rubbed your fingers on your clit and fingered yourself with your other hand.

“2 minutes left on the clock babe~”

You looked shocked just then you said “please give me more time Yele-“ you stopped as soon as you saw that mean look in her eyes “mommy I mean mommy please I need more time” you said thrusting your fingers in and out so fast to the point where it hurts.

Just as you get closer to cumming you feel Yelena grabbing your hand as she whispers “times up” in your ear.

You know you had fucked up badly. You started to blame yourself for not waiting for her.

As she…

Pt 2?

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I honestly tried my best kinda first time doing this request but thank you for requesting anon love you 💕💕💕

If you guys have any questions feel free to ask me 😋🥰

Btw sorry it’s so short

#aot girls x reader smut #yelena aot x reader #aot x reader #aot smut #aot warriors x reader #aot fanfiction #aot yelena x reader #yelena smut #yelena aot smut #yelena x reader smut #yelena aot

[nokkiart]

I’m so glad that you had a lovely time in Tokyo!! Bring me in your suitcase next time? /j <3

What’s your advice for travelling on your own???

This is probably going to be a long one, so I apologize in advance 😅 Here's some advice that has helped me on my solo trips to Korea and Japan:

• Do research on where you're going. See what's allowed in the country (especially if you're bringing medications). Read up on other people's travel experiences in that country. Know what kind of transportation you'll need to use there and how to access it (trains, buses, taxis, rental cars). Make sure you have a bit of an idea of what to expect when you get there, so culture shock won't hit you hard.

• Have foreign currency *before* you leave. Chances are you'll need it as soon as you land at your destination.

• Make sure you have a power adapter/wall charger in case they have different outlets. A back up phone charger and pocket wifi is also a must!

• Find points of interest that you might enjoy visiting and make a private Google map with all those places marked. Then if you're in an area that happens to have a lot of your interests in it, you can tackle them all at once. This was my map for Tokyo! I made two separate lists; one for places I wanted to visit, and one for restaurants I wanted to try.

Unfortunately I didn't get to visit all of these because my trip was only 5 days. But it gave me a good idea of areas I could go to hit multiple points of interest!

• Make sure all your legal documents are valid. Passports, visas, licenses, etc. Make sure you know what documents you need to enter that country. Also bring a photocopy of those documents just in case something happens to the original.

• Get travel insurance. It's cheap and easy to get. And if something goes wrong, you'll be completely covered to be flown back home.

• Do what you can to keep yourself safe. You can buy personal safety items or read up on self defensive measures to take while traveling. I have this little siren doorstop, so if anyone tries to come into my hotel room, it not only blocks the door from opening but also emits a 120db siren to scare anyone off.

And it works *very well*. I nearly deafened myself when testing it XD

• Always be alert and aware of your surroundings. Tourists are easy targets for pickpockets because we're so distracted by everything (especially in big, tourist heavy cities).

• Never tell anyone that you're traveling alone. Book your hotel room for 2 people (its the same price as single rooms anyway). And give your hotel info to someone back home that you trust so they can know where you'll be.

• Trust your gut instinct too. If you're getting bad vibes off someone, just walk away and distance yourself from them.

• Don't be afraid to try new things! New foods, music, dancing, shows, festivals, etc. Just get out there and see things you've never seen before!

• This is kinda a personal preference one, but *avoid* tourist spots. So many people line up to take the same pics in the same tourist trap locations, waiting hours just for nothing. Instead, speak to locals and do things they recommend! Or just wander around and see what you stumble across. Touristy areas tend to have more expensive prices for everything anyway, so you'll save money going elsewhere! XD

• Allow your plans to change based on what you personally feel like doing in that moment. Don't force yourself to stick to a travel itinerary.

• Bring snacks just in case your tum craves something familiar. I usually stick to granola bars or Biscoffs since they last a while.

• If you're going somewhere that has a different language, learn the basics in that language. Knowing how to say "hello", "yes", "no", and "thank you" will help you so much! And locals tend to love seeing tourists put an effort into trying to communicate with them in their language.

• Also be patient. There will be times when there will be confusion between you and other people. That's just what happens when two different cultures meet. But don't get mad. Try calmly working thru the confusion and see if you can figure something out.

• On that same note, BE KIND. You are a guest in someone else's home. You have no right to demand things to be a specific way. Respect their rules, even if it doesn't make sense to you. Be grateful that you have this amazing opportunity that so many others may never have.

Solo traveling can be pretty intimidating. But if you plan and prepare everything well before you leave, your trip will be so much more enjoyable!

Let me know if you have any other questions about solo traveling! I want you guys to have safe and fun trips too!! ^^

#ama #nokki natter #ask #sorry for the long write up but I put a lot of effort into my solo trips XD #travel tips

[skipper19]

Imagine this..

After a nice shower, you always brush your teeth and change clothes. It has become a habit. What else has become a habit is to hear flirty comments and sexual innuendos thrown at you by your boyfriend as you change. He just loves standing in the doorway to the bathroom as you finish up your little routine. It may or may not lead to sex. Depends on the day.

What was different today, you may ask? Your boyfriend, Takami Keigo, is currently absent from Japan thanks to a mission he was sent on. This absence has been going on for a week and is supposed to last a few more days. It was killing you inside. You missed his strong arms wrapped around your waist and the way he would kiss your neck and let out that boyish giggle when you laughed and yelled out that it tickled. You also missed the intimate moment to between you both.

You sigh and rub your bare collarbone from instinct. You paused and looked around the bathroom wildly. Keigo had gifted you one of his smaller feathers as an anniversary gift a long time ago. He claimed that it was for your protection. If you ever needed him, he would know thanks to his connection to that feather. You immediately had that feather put on a necklace so you could wear it 24/7. At the moment, it was missing from its designated place around your neck.

You quietly yelp when you feel something breeze past your ankle. You look down, expecting to find a rat or maybe a spider, but you don't find anything. Suddenly, a red blur whizzes post your face, tickling your nose. You cup the skin on your nose and scratch at the tingly sensation. By this time, it was easy to figure out that Keigo was being his cheeky self. Using this feather to mess with you, even when he was away. You know he can sense things through that feather, so you try talking to him via the object.

The words quickly die in your throat when the feather wiggles its way between the towel and your breasts, slowly descending down your stomach to reach your lower abdomen. "K-Keigo cut that out -" You try to scold him. But almost as if he was chuckling that same evil, seductive, lustful chuckle that you've grown accustomed to, the feather vibrates against your skin.

It's a soft vibration, but it was definitely still noticeable. You gasp and immediately clench your thighs. You find yourself shakily exiting the bathroom as you make your way to the bedroom where your phone would be. You nearly collapse when the feather slides between your clenched thighs to vibrate right against your slick folds.

Your hand covered your mouth, preventing yourself from giving him the satisfaction of hearing your moans. When you finally reach your phone, you are bent over the bed, pushing your hips into the edge of the mattress as you try to keep yourself from grinding against the material of the cushion or the feather.

"Yes, babybird?" Keigos smug voice calls out after the first two rings. You felt your hand tighten around the phone. "Keigo, stop, you know I have work tomorrow.. you can't get me worked up like this." You breathlessly warn him. Keigo only chuckles at you, that bastard.

"Baby, we both know that's not why you're frustrated with me," He pauses. A shuffle can be heard on his end of the line. "It's because it's not my fingers fucking you, isn't it?" You couldn't help but exhale a small moan at his words. He clicks his tongue, and you can hear him unzip his pants. "Or is it because I'm not there to satisfy you?" He asks. A pathetic noise exits from your throat as you find your hips moving along his feather. "You know I never finish when you're not here.." You whine.

"My poor baby." Keigo coos. "I know, and don't worry." He reassured. You could hear a sudden click behind you, causing your movements to halt and your eyes widen. "I've sent a good friend of mine to help my baby out." Keigo speaks up. Boots walk up to your quivering form, and before you can react, a hand grabs a fistful of your hair and firmly yet gently tugs your head back to look at the ceiling. "Need some help, little mouse?"

#mha takami keigo #mha hawks #bnha hawks #hawks x reader #hawks #hawks x you #hawks x y/n #hawks x dabi #keigo x reader #bnha keigo #keigo takami #dabi #bnha dabi #mha dabi #touya todoroki #mha touya #bnha touya #touya x reader #dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi x female reader #dabi x y/n #dabi x hawks

[ownedbytaylorswift-13]

Kanagawa, Yokohama, Japan | myg x fem!reader

6th

summary: You and Yoongi go everywhere together. 

description: “Have you liked Japan jagi?” Yoongi asked in between a bite. “I have, I love Japan, I love you more,” You said the last part in a lower volume, looking down, cutting your food.  Yoongi smiled at that, and just stopped eating to look at you for a moment, "You're so adorable, you know that? I wish you could come with me everywhere.”

a/n: I feel like I'm updationg super fast, the wondres of free time, wi-fi, and yoongi, my beloved, anyways, this is just more tourist pire fluff, nothing else, nothing more, i honestly kinda hated, a little rushed and there is definatly mistakes but i don't waht to proofresd shit, anywaayyyyysssss, thank you beautiful human for reading, xoxoxoxox💋.

tw: bad writing, fluff, Min Yoongi, cringe, alcohol, me, self insert, y/n, just trash. 

wc: 3k.

“Hi!...

…Hey” You gave him a kiss, you had been up for the past twenty minutes, checking your phone, twitter actually and all the pictures of you that were already there. You decided to put your phone down and place little kisses on Yoongi’s neck and shoulder wake him up further. 

“Good morning baby, how did you sleep?” You cuddled close to him

“I slept good, the bed is nice,” He said, with a strong accent.

“What was your favorite place yesterday?” You asked, Yoongi was still half asleep but you just woke up chatty.

“The cup noodle place?” He said, in his deep, raspy, morning voice that made your insides flutter, “You?” He asked stretching his neck to look at you, his cute little double chin showing. 

“The noodle place too, but I feel bad because china town was so pretty, I don't want to say I didn’t like it as much and I liked the food,” You thought, “And the little ducks were so pretty too,” You were in debate.

“You can like both,” He didn’t understand the turmoil you were putting yourself through, you just nodded. 

“Do you have something planned for today, jagi?” He asked, he knew you did, but he still asked.

“Do you even have to ask, so I thought we could go to the Tobago Cafe Bar for breakfast, then hit the museum of art, and also this famous shopping place, and then I thought we could go to the ramen museum and have like a ramen tour, and finally close it off with Cosmo World, is this like amusement park and it has like the biggest ferris wheel clock in the world,” You said reading off the list in your phone. 

“It is?” He said smiling, you rolled your eyes.

“We should start getting ready,” You said, getting up. You showered and dressed, teasing your second day curls so they would lay naturally, touching them up with a little mouse and oil. You spent some time in your makeup while Yoongi got ready. Today you wore a matching green with white flowers, nike, skirt and top set, airforces, and brown prada bag. 

“Are you ready, jagi?” Yoongi asked you as he finished getting ready.

“I am, how do I look,” You said, turning around showing him your look.

He walked closer to you and placed his hands on your hips and kiss on your cheek, “Perfect, shall we go?” He wiggle his brows.

“Did you just say shall?” You smiled big and then laughed at him lightly.

“I'm never speaking english to you again,” He rolled his eyes and started to walk outside.

“I'm sorry! Baby!” You were still giggling, you intertwined our arms and lead the way out of the hotel. 

You called and uber and waited for it to pick you up outside, you had very light conversation in the 10 minute ride, about the weather and the streets. You arrived at the restaurant and because it was still early the wait time was very short, you where sitting down, two coffees, one black and one latte, ready to order. 

“How about we order the eggs benedict, the rice flower pancakes and we share?” You asked.

“That sounds good, yeah lets get that, you order?” He asked, hoping you would.

“Yes,” It was so cute that he got nervous over ordering breakfast. 

“Have you liked Japan jagi?” Yoongi asked in between a bite.

“I have, I love Japan, I love you more,” You said the last part in a lower volume, looking down, cutting your food. 

Yoongi smiled at that, and just stopped eating to look at you for a moment, "You're so adorable, you know that? I wish you could come with me everywhere.”

“Well, I can stay with you until the end of June, I have to be in back in New York bu the first week of July, for my single release. Your tour ends around that time right? You could come back to New York with me” You said.

“Yeah I could, I just want to see my family first, okay?” He said.

“Of course, yeah thats okay, you should,” You knew he missed them, he hadn’t see them in around three months, and you weren’t going to be the one to stop him. 

You finished eating and went off to the first spot on yout list, the Yokohama Museum of Art, you took an Uber and in less than ten minutes you were already inside watching the exhibitions. To be honest both of you got a little bored and decided to finish quickly and head to the next place, the famous Motomachi Shopping Street. It was only a ten minute drive. Soon You were dragging Yoongi into the first shop. 

“I have a list of the like most important or better stores from here, this is the first one, Mother House, it's pretty much bags, earrings, necklaces, and thats it,” You said leading him in.

“Jagi,” He chuckled “I’m starting to think you did actual research ahead, I wouldn't be surprised if you already knew what you would buy from each place,” He half joked not sure if his guess was completely untrue. You rolled your eyes playfully, and couldn’t really come up with a snarky reply because everything he was saying was actually very much true. 

“I think I;m going to get this one,” You said showing him the little shoulder bag you had found, “But I don’t know what color, gray or lilac?” You showed both to him.

“Errrr… grey?” He said comparing both yo your skin tone. 

“I was thinking the same thing,” You put the another bag down, and looked at the one you had, happy you found a cute something, “And you Yoonie? Did you find anything at all?” You asked.

“Nop, is not really my style,” He said looking around.

“And what’s your style, huh?” You said then walked away to the front desk to pay. 

“Do you see a store you like baby?” You asked Yoongi, as you walked holding hans through the street, you had been looking around but nothing peeked your interests. 

“I don’t know, I don’t see anything familiar,” He said trying to maybe find a place.

“Thats kinda the point of this place, is very like boutique,” You explained to him, “Ooh, that place looks fancy, lets find you something, come on,” You walked in the store and felt the cool air on your skin and the scent of expensive perfume, nice.

“It's a watch house, do you want a watch?” You asked and looked at him.

“Do I?” He smiled.

“Ugh, well I can’t really help you here, I don’t know shit about watches,”

“I don't want a watch jagi,” He said, smiling at you, “Lets go to another store,” He was now the one to drag you outside.

“So you’re not going to buy anything? Theres a lot of stores, theres a shoe store, jewelry, books, carpets, do you want a carpet?” You asked very seriously, Yoongi only laughed, thinking you were very cute. 

“If I’m being honest I’m getting hungry, we had breakfast almost five hours ago,” He said.

“We could go to the ramen museum, I don’t think theres much here at all,” You said ready to go. 

“Okay lets go then,” He said.

“The Ubers here, lets go,” We got on the car and let it drive us, both of us closing our eyes for a little, the two last places you had gone too were very much boring and you were getting a little frustrated with google for it's “excellent” reviews. Around 15 minutes later you found yourselves at the ramen museum excited but both of you a little bit lost. 

“This place is cool, I feel like I own vintage leather jackets and like vinyl records,” You said sarcastically. 

“You’re so dumb, y/n/n” He said and kissed the hand he was holding. 

“I'm not! And don't call me that” You exclaimed. 

Yoongi pretended to be scared, "Oh no! I'm so sorry!" He laughed, before he kissed her forehead. "Sorry, love." He was trying not to laugh, but it was too hard. He always loved to tease you by babying your name in the worse way possible, “What should I call you then?” He asked, almost in a mocking tone.

“I like it when you call me jagi,” Your words were low and quiet, but he definitely understood. 

"Jagi?" Yoongi tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, shamelessly teasing. "Jagi," he repeated with a soft smile. "Of course, my jagi." You swore you felt butterflies from the ends of your hair to the nails on your toes.

"So what kinda ramen should we get?" Yoongi asked, smiling, non chalantly, like he hadn’t just made your knees buckle. He looked at you, "What do you want, jagi?"

“Mmm…well it’s like a museum, they have like the top 7 ramen shops of the world in one place, I thought we could get small plates of their like specialty ramen from each place and try out the seven best ramens, what do you think? Like a ramen tour!

Yoongi was impressed. "A ramen tour..?" He asked, but he couldn't help but crack a smile. "You know, that's a great idea. I'm glad you suggested it, will you be my tour guide, jagi?"

“I would love to baby,” You said intertwining your arms and walked with him to the first place. 

“This is the first place, I’m going to order a small of the most popular one, go get us table, baby,” You kissed his cheek and went to do line.

Yoongi smiled, and let you kiss his cheek. He felt a warm buzz, and he was glad that he was with such an amazing woman. He took a deep breath taking in all the smells. He giggled, "You know the place so well, you sure you haven't done your homework on this?" Yoongi laughed, but he was impressed.

“I did actually” You said simply.

"You're too thoughtful.. I'll never get used to it, you pay attention to every detail" Yoongi smiled, and left to find a table.

As you approached him with the plate he just stared with hungry eyes, "Someone said that Ramen will cure a broken heart, how true do yout think that is?" He looked at you with those dreamy eyes.

“Who broke your heart?” You asked with a playful pout, placing the small ramen down on the table and handing him a pair of chopsticks don’t lose them, we’ll need them another six times

Yoongi smiled, and then took the chop sticks. "Well," he answered, "I had a friend who always told me when you're feeling a little hopeless," he chuckled softly, "eat some Ramen. And I've honestly been following that rule ever since."

“Congratulations?” You looked at him mockingly.

He was still smiling, but he rolled his eyes, and started to eat. "Mhm, this is good," he said after a few bites. "We've got to start a tally." He started to write on a piece of paper the name of the Ramen you tried. 

“How do you rate this one? I give it like a 8.5/10” You looked at  him. 

Yoongi thought about it, before he gave his thoughts. "I'd say it's a 9/10," he said with a smile and a nod. "I'm really liking this ramen so far." He nodded as he chewed. 

You soon finished the ramen, giving it was a small plate. You threw your trash away and walked a little through the place before getting to the next place, you repeated the process six times until you were at the very last ramen spot, we had eaten 7 different ramens and we were both stuffed.

“How was this ramen experience, baby?” You said leaning back on the chair, stuffed.

"It was amazing," Yoongi said, "I had a great time. You made it a great time." Yoongi put a hand on his stomach, "I ate a lot," he laughed. "Maybe that's a sign that they were good, right?" He chuckled.

“I want to take a nap, do you want to go back to the hotel for a little? And then we could go to our next spot?” You didn’t how you were keeping your eyes open, you started to stand up from where you were sitting, you threw your trash away and went outside.

Yoongi nodded and followed you, once outside he leaned in to hug you. "I want a nap too," Yoongi said as he squeezed you. "I think we've seen everything here, haven't we?" Yoongi smiled, "Should we go and rest?" He asked, looking to see if you were okay with it.

“Yeah I think so, let’s go,” You lazily took his hand hand as you waited, “That’s the Uber, let’s go,”

You returned back to the hotel room, and Yoongi laid down on the bed for a little while. He felt a little tired, and he knew you were just as sore as him after the day of shopping, eating and walking.

After changing into the oversized t-shirts from yesterday and putting your hair in a cover,  snuggled up next to Yoongi, and he kissed your forehead. "You want to sleep for a little bit?" He asked, smiling and squeezing your hand.

You laid on the bed and cuddle him yeah let’s sleep, but wait, it’s almost past 3:00 I’m going to set an alarm for 5:00 so we still have time for cosmo world okay?” You asked, finger lingering above the “set alarm” button.

"Sounds good," Yoongi said, smiling as he cuddled you. He kissed her cheek and closed his eyes. He was ready to take a nap. "I love you," he hummed. He closed his eyes, and fell asleep. And after what felt like two seconds the alarm rang, Yoongi woke up and lazily rolled over to check the time. "Already?" He groaned.

You lightly whined and cuddled closer to Yoongi, holding him tighter.

Yoongi smiled, and moved his arms underneath you. He wrapped his arms around you as you hugged him, and kissed your forehead. "Mmm," he yawned, "You're so warm" He nuzzled into your hair.

“Is that the timer already?” You asked confused, the rining still going off. You got up and turned the alarm off before you sat on the bed, and kissed him.

After a little Yoongi pulled away, smiling. "Mmm, you're so cute," he said, and kissed you back. 

“We should get going, before it's too late, it's already 5:00 and the park closes at 8:00, we need to go,” You got up and started to change back into your clothes, and touching up and as so did Yoongi. 

"Ready now?" Yoongi said, and held out his hand for you to take.

You finished retouching and grabbed your things then his hand, “Let’s go it’s a 10 minute walk, we don’t need a car,”

Yoongi let out a grin as he began to walk with you. "Lead me," he said with a warm smile on his face. 

“Im surprised at how respectful people in Japan are, they for sure recognize us because of how they stare but, no one takes out their cameras and shove them to our faces, wow, anywhere else we would be surrounded” I said observing the people around us. 

"People have more tact in Japan than anywhere else," Yoongi said.

Yoongi looked to you, and smiled. "You look so pretty by the way," he commented, holding her hand in his. "I love your outfit." He added. "It's so.. You."

“Thank you” you smiled, blushing a little, you kissed his hand that you were holding, “You look really nice too.”

Yoongi smiled at you, "Thank you," he squeezed your hand gently, but couldn’t stop looking at you.

"You look perfect," he repeated. "Just.. perfect. I'm just glad to be with someone like you." He smiled again. 

“I love you yoon” You said simply.

"...I love you too," Yoongi said, "More than anything…”

“Come on, we’re close, you’re getting too cheesy” 

Yoongi laughed and squeezed your hand. "Okay, okay. Less cheesy," he smiled, "Sorry." He chuckled, "Now let's go, we're almost there..." He nudged you with a grin.

“Okay so I think this place doesn't charge for entry, they charge per ride,” You said walking to the machines where you could pick out the ones you wanted. 

Yoongi nodded and followed you to the machines. You bought tickets for a couple of rides, the ferris wheel, couple roller coasters, carnival games, all those kinds of things. 

"This is great, isn't it?" Yoongi asked, as you rode ride after ride. 

“It is, I don’t think we’ve ever had such a fun date, but after all that im actually getting really hungry,” You said feeling your stomach grumble.

"We should get something to eat. It's been a long day.. all that walking... we should eat," he agreed. 

"You got any cravings..?" Yoongi asked.

“Theres a lot of food carts here, I’m sure we can find something,” You said, as you walked to that area of the park.

"I feel like I could eat anything…its been what?...like five hours science we ate at three?"

“Yeah, something like that… what do you say we could get a couple things from different places and have a little buffet?” You asked as you looked around the place to find the first stop. 

"I like that idea," he said with a grin. "Let's do it... Why don't you pick first, jagi?" He said with a soft smile. 

“Mmmm… Uh! that place has onigiris, should we try them?!” You said, signaling to the stand.

Yoongi smiled and shrugged, "Sure, that sounds good!" He glanced over to the place and nodded. 

"That sounds delicious. Let's get two?" He suggested with a smile before you walked over to the food cart.

“We should get two different ones so we can try two flavors okay? Which one calls to you?” You direct your stare to him with a funny look in your eyes.

Yoongi smiled. "Your call.. I trust you completely." Yoongi said with a grin.

“How about spicy tuna mayo, and…cheese salmon?” Your were not sure of your last choice but it sounded good. 

Yoongi nodded before going up to the food cart and ordering the two onigiri, in different flavors like you had requested. You went to look for at least a bench to sit in and watched as Yoongi walked over to you with the food.

Once he was seated he handed one of the onigiri to you. "Try it.." He told with a smile.

You took a bite and your eyes light up, “Mhhmm,” you started nodding and pushed the rice triangle closer to his mouth, Yoongi took a bite of his own, and his face also lit up. "This is amazing.." He said, with a broad smile and gave it another bit. 

“Hey! My finger,” You said way to loud after he grazed it and bit the tip with his bite. He almost choked because it trying to calm his laughter. 

You tried plenty of things, the onigiri, corn, noddles, pork brochettes, and nikumas, one pizza and the other a more traditional pork filling, and perfectly topped it off with sweet bread and soft serve. 

“I love you,” You said simply as you walked holding hands back to your hotel, belly full, heart happy, soul tingling. 

“I love you too, jagi” His voice deeper because of the long day and tiredness.

“I love you more…way too much and somehow still not enough,” You were ready to compete for who loved the other more.

“I can’t imagine my life without you, y/n, one day I promise you i'm going to ma-” You stopped walking and kissed him before he finished the sentence.

“And I will say yes, so save those words for the right time darling,”

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[todayisafridaynight]

A Little Late and the way you already picked up on it despite not really hardcore seeking out ninkyo (yakuza-genre) media says enough, but I wanted to second that it is absolutely true queer appeal is inextricable from ninkyo as a whole. That's why RGG is the way it is!

If Nakano and Motomiya--both incredibly prolific ninkyo actors, with Motomiya producing+writing for+leading the biggest series out there right now, Nihon Touitsu/Unification of Japan--can sit down to talk, describe ninkyo as a genre about men falling in love with men, the "ultimate BL," and carry on without missing a beat, I think that speaks for itself. And like, they're not wrong at all--even if it was a little tongue-in-cheek and even if the subtext is rarely intentional, many if not most ninkyo stories are fundamentally about love.

Why that matters is because ninkyo specifically portrays the idealized version of the yakuza--"ninkyo" translates to "chivalry." There's very little that could be considered ideal about being a yakuza nowadays; that much is explored in non-ninkyo yakuza media. Of course there are the universal ninkyo themes of being able to make something of yourself from nothing, of defending the defenseless, of fighting back against injustice from the wrong side of the law when the "right side" isn't serving you, but at the core of many of these stories, there's one thing in particular that makes it worth it to be a yakuza.

Ninkyo depicts a world of extremes--often unthinkable to an ordinary person--which the characters are willing to bear so long as they can keep the only people who truly recognize them in their lives, and so long as they can have it reciprocated. To trust others and to be trusted in return, as Mine says. For them to go to those lengths for a fundamental human desire resonates with queer people in a world that asks for so much resilience from them just for existing. I think this is also why the stated reason Mine fell in love with Daigo was simply because he saw him as a man.

It's not always as clear-cut what kind of love it is as with Mine, but I don't think it's done cynically like you see in actual queerbait. I'd say it comes from an earnest place, raw and without self-consciousness. I think the blurred lines and openness to interpretation are also a big part of the appeal. Not just in the obvious sense of being presented with these intense bonds that are open to interpretation, but I can imagine there's also comfort to be found in the depiction of love that's hard to define in exact terms and in recognizing it doesn't always need to be defined in and of itself.

To some degree, within the history of ninkyo, I think RGG and Nihon Touitsu genuinely revolutionized how openly these topics are discussed. Ninkyo has always primarily been a genre of film, and even with Nihon Touitsu being a direct-to-video series, if you're queer or a woman or both, it's common to feel like you don't belong in the ninkyo space. Going to theaters or renting tapes or DVDs without feeling judged--or apprehensive about the content's depiction of queerness and/or women--has often been trickier than it had to be.

It's specifically the accessibility and culture around video games and online streaming, as well as the relative privacy and ability to curate your circles, that has allowed for these series to reach fans like that--so much so there's even a term for women who got into ninkyo via interpreting it through a queer lens, ninkyo joshi. Nihon Touitsu is actually what popularized that phenomenon in recent years.

There's also something to be said about RGG and Nihon Touitsu as media and the people behind them being more welcoming towards queer and/or female fans than a lot of ninkyo is in general. You won't ever catch me saying RGG doesn't have a history of queerphobia and misogyny, but at the same time, I think demonstrating they could handle characters like that respectfully went a long way, in addition to RGGS having a pretty good track record as a workplace. Similar deal with Nihon Touitsu and Motomiya doing his best to gear the series more towards a general audience and his commentary on multiple occasions agreeing his and Yamaguchi's characters' relationship reads as a BL. Even if that's as far as it goes, it does mean something to be acknowledged.

Anyways uhhh do you think Mine was an OG ninkyo danshi... like A Ninkyo Joshi But A Guy... I feel like if you're living in Japan, especially in an area with a lot of actual yakuza activity like Minato as Mine does, you'd only really come away with the romanticized ideals about the bonds between men Mine has from ninkyo... personally I just think it'd be super funny if he was an OG ninkyo joshi who transitioned into a ninkyo danshi, like when gay trans guys have a "fujoshi phase"... the call was coming from inside the house etc etc...

thank you for the history lesson on the yakuza genre, its relationship with queerness and people being able to acknowledge those undertones, and jp society's relationship with the genre. its great that big names in the genre are making it more socially accessible to everyone and not making it feel limited to a certain group of people :)

bout mine being a fan of the genre before. Being A Part Of The Genre so to speak tho, i think its a fair assumption to say he was a fan. if he wasn't beforehand, then seein them blokes sacrifice themselves for daigo def made him one lmao

#snap chats #kinda hard to make stuff for a genre where a dude is Extremely Dutiful to another dude without it dipping into 🏳️‍🌈 territory lol #so yeah.. always great to see people Not be in denial bout it #anyway mine goin to blockbuster and rentin every yakuza film they got on deck BYE #japanese blockbuster...bitch thats. BEAM !!!!!!

[shadowofroses]

Opening Up

Demon Slayer

Might be a part of the Teaching Abroad idea I pitched a while back also will be evolving into a smut, but this here isn't smut. Pairing: Reader x Rengoku Kyojuro Warnings: Insecurities, mentions of stupid pranks, American Education, ex narcissistic lover, angst, Fluff, dark humor towards self.(if I forget anything please let me know if I need to tag it)

Part 2

Summery: As the English Teacher at Kimetsu Academy, you learn to open up more towards your colleagues regardless of what was pounded into your head from the past.

Story:

In the beginning, you were a mousy thing, unless of course you were teaching English that was. You were very inspired by the History teacher’s attitude, speaking loudly, with passion. Infact within the first few months of starting at Kimetsu Academy you saw an increase of grades, None of your students got below a B, and this you celebrated, and at the same time, reminded them, that their mental health is more important than their grades. 

One thing you always vowed to yourself, was to be a better teacher than the ones that educated you. And it certainly helped being around positive charged attitudes of your peers. 

However whenever a fellow teacher tried to strike up conversation you would freeze, unless the subject of discussion was something you were passionate about you were rather bashful of not wanting to interrupt conversations. 

Turns out having a previous lover who was a Narcissist, and the American Educational system can really do a number on one's self consciousness. 

Was probably even better that you were Teaching in Japan currently. 

The two people you opened up to the most was Kyojuro and Kanae. You conversed with the other teachers when spoken to. Which led to one conversation. 

Tengen popped a bubble of gum he was chewing. “So, (Last Name), Been enjoying teaching here in Japan?” 

You nodded with a shy smile. “I’m still in the honeymoon phase, I don’t think I want to go back to America.” 

Something sparked in Tengen’s eyes, and he doggedly gave his friend Kyojuro a look. “Honeymoon phase? Speaking of such, are you interested in anyone?” 

While you blushed slightly, your heart screamed yes as your mind went to the flame haired man in the room. “Even if I was, I doubt anyone would be interested in me anyway.” another bubble gum pop.

Suddenly you were very conscious of every eye on you. “Not very Flamboyant of you! You’re a flashy woman, I don’t see how you don’t have a line of men…or women behind you.” 

You felt insecurity step in, and you snorted out a laugh. Tengen frowned not understanding what was funny. You coughed realizing you made an awkward atmosphere. “Sorry…um, self conscious reflecting, first person that asked me on a date was an April Fools Prank, and the one person that claimed they loved me was married and was using me, so…Easier for me to deal with things with dark humor. Forgive me.” 

You went to stand up to leave but Kanae jumped up. Grabbing your wrist. “Forgive Tengen he is rather a forthright person. He just assumes everyone is a hopeless romantic like him.”

Tengen raised an eyebrow, at that but shrugged “Right, So have you gotten any while over here?” 

Your eyes raised sharply, “what makes you think I…”

Kyojuro’s hand met your shoulder, and he gave a sharp look at Tengen, “Out of Line my friend! This is a School, where we work, not ask about personal lives!”

After that, Tengen apologized and chilled out, he asked you to join the other teachers in their outings outside of school so that everyone could get to know you. Even offering to pay for drinks or volunteering Kyojuro to buy everyone’s drinks. 

But there is no reason for anyone to waste money on me. 

Every time Kyojuro heard something like this come from you his chest twisted. He wanted to embrace you in a strong, warm hug. Take away all of the self doubts, that was projected onto you. He wanted to kick your ex lovers ass. Wanting nothing more than to kiss you, making you feel so loved that you completely forgot everything negative projected onto you. 

It filled Kyojuro’s heart to recognize that he was falling hard for you. What was difficult was asking you out. 

You could do better than me!

Eventually he settled for asking you to a coffee shop to help him grade essays. Not being Stalkerish, but he knew your coffee order already, and would already buy it for you before you showed up. Maybe you just had to feel more comfortable around him one on one. 

You would question, offer to pay, only to resign and accept your free coffee fate. 

Midway through one essay, which was on Medieval Armor, and half way through a muffin, you choked, Causing Kyojuro to go wide eyed, “Are you okay?!” 

You swallowed, feeling your face flush from the attention, and gave him a closed eyed smile, “yeah! I almost forgot something.” You rubbed your neck laughing, “While we were on our way to Japan, you technically placed a couple of orders of chainmaille, which you also bought the Materials, I actually got the four in one shirt done. If you could come to my place to pick it up it would be great cause it’s at least a hundred pounds. Sixty pounds…I mean twenty seven Kilograms….”

Kyojuro’s eyes widened at that, “Wow! So heavy?!”

You nodded, “Mhm, I could have done it in Aluminum but It most likely wouldn’t hold up for a while.”

Kyojuro shook his head as he stood up and gave you a hug, “No, Steel is Perfect! Thank you so much and yes! I’ll stop by your place!” He beamed down at you as you gulped at the closeness of his face to yours. He tilted his head seeing a familiar look in your eyes. 

Longing.

Your heart pounded as his hand lifted to your chin, and raised your face, and he lowered his till his forehead touched yours. “May I kiss you?”  Your heart skipped a beat, You don’t know what sounds came out of your mouth but he only smiled, “If you don’t want me to, I understand…” Kyojuro reluctantly moved gently away hoping you would say yes. 

Respectful, always respectful. 

“Ye..yes…” you whispered, he didn’t hear it, but read your lips, he softly descended onto your lips. Tasting the honeyed chapstick you usually applied to them. 

The two of you forgot where you were, and heard an applause, and a couple of whistles. You broke away and buried your face into Kyojuro’s chest while his face and ears turned red, but the grin on his face never went away.  He brushed his thumb against your cheek, and gave a gentle smile, “Hey, let me finish up these essays, and we’ll head out.”

Kyojuro moved to sit next to you as opposed to across from you this time. His arm brushing yours wanting contact with you. Your heart is still pounding. You shook your head of the sudden giddiness that filled your chest. “Um…I thought you wanted my help with those?” 

Kyojuro gave a mischievous grin, “I…may have asked you to help to hang out with you.” 

“Oh…” Sudden bout of insecurity sinks in. “Are you sure…you…want to…”

Kyojuro frowned, throwing an arm around your shoulders pulling you in closer, and kissing you on the head. “I’m positive.” he continued to work on the last couple of essays. And he paused in thought, “Are you still going to decline dates?” 

You blushed, “I’ve never been on a date, so…It’s not necessary…”

Kyojuro sat straight up in shock. “NONSENSE! I want to spend time with you (Name)!” 

You gave a soft smile, and punched back the negative thoughts. “Alright, if you insist, don’t tell me so I can’t decline.”

Kyojuro’s hair fluffed at that, “Surprise dates?! I like it!” you couldn’t help but to giggle at that. 

Maybe it was time to try to open back up.  

#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kyoujurou x reader #kyojuro rengoku x reader #I projected so hard into this