#masa is the cutest ever

[ecstaticasusual]

Blessed by Oyakata!

#hypbosis mic #hitojaku #jakurai jinguji #hitoya amaguni #onigawara bombers #best stage OG div #masa is the cutest ever #fanart #my shit

[akumanoken]

[/~leaves a certain wolf, knight, prince as well for rings~ ]

@s1lxcs

Hunter

Masaru

Seishi

#s1lxcs #Hunter #Masaru #Seishi #okay but masa and Sakura with rings that make a heart when put together is the cutest thing ever

[joekeeryswife]

plz could you write something about mase looking after you when you’ve had a rough day with the baby!!

stress - m.m

a/n: hello angel! thank you for your request. omg i love it so much, kinda changed it a little if that’s okay! (dad! imagines own my heart!!!!). idk how to feel about this one so lmk what you guys think! anyways, let’s get on with the imagine, enjoy reading 🫶

mason mount taglist: @noturbabe22 @luvvtrent @peterparkerbae

four weeks, it had only been four weeks since you’d had your baby and you were already feeling like you’d failed her.

you knew becoming a mum would be difficult but you didn’t realise just how hard it was going to be. it was like everything you did was wrong.

Mason had gone back to work only a week after Margot was born and that was one of the worst thing to ever happen. you felt like you didn’t have support even though he would get up with her during the night and as soon as he got back from work he would take over looking after her. what was funny was whenever Mason got back from football she was never crying, it was like she could sense he was coming home.

Margot loved Mason. whenever he had her she hardly cried, she’d watch his face with such concentration and coo at him all the time. but when she was with you, she’d scream and cry no matter what you did.

you felt useless.

you felt like the worst mum in the entire world, not understanding what was wrong with her as she cried just hurt your heart. you just wanted to be in the ‘baby bubble’ everyone spoke about.

you wanted to feel like your friends did when they had their kids. they were always smiling, always happy when they were with their babies who hardly cried when they were with them, it was like you were broken.

today was like no other. it started out okay, Margot was actually happy this morning when you woke up, Mason had given her a bath and put her in the cutest outfit but then as soon as he said his goodbyes to the two of you and he drove out of the driveway, all hell broke loose.

she was just sobbing and it hurt you to hear those cries. “oh Margot, what’s the matter my angel. please don’t cry sweetheart. are you hungry? is that what it is?”

you quickly balanced her with one arm as you tried to lift up your pyjama top so you could breastfeed her but every time you tried to get her to latch she would turn her head away and sob louder.

you had realised that Margot would hardly ever latch when you tried to breastfeed her. it was very rare that she would allow you to breast feed her so you had decided to start pumping your milk and give it to her in a bottle instead and most of the time she would drink it from the bottle.

“how about we get you a bottle instead hmm? would that make you feel better?” you knew she wouldn’t reply to you but it was nice to speak to her. you got up from the sofa after fixing your top and warmed up the milk.

her sobs grew louder as you rocked her. waiting for the microwave to ‘ding’ felt like hours. “i know sweet girl, not long now” you poured the milk once it was warm enough into the bottle and went to sit back down on the sofa. you tried a few times before she finally started drinking the milk, her sobs died down but her eyes were still filled with tears and the tear stains on her cheeks broke your heart.

she was hiccuping slightly as she drank her milk but her eyes were fluttering masa img she was trying her best to not fall asleep. “you rest angel, mummy isn’t going anywhere. and i’m sorry i can’t understand you like your dad does, i promise i’m trying my best”

with that, her eyes closed and it was finally silent in the house. you just hoped today would be a lot better than the rest.

-♡-

Mason was back home a little later than expected tonight, he had been asked to stay back to speak to ten Hag which he forgot to tell you about but he knew you had it all okay at home. you always had Margot in a good-ish mood when he would come home and it was always nice to come home to a quiet house after training or a football match. he would hear shouting all day and coming home was just perfect.

you didn’t want Mason to know you were struggling, to you it felt like the worst thing i’m the world. you were meant to be a good mum as soon as you gave birth but you just felt like all you did was struggle. you had no idea what you were doing and you didn’t want Mason to be disappointed in you.

however, tonight Margot would not stop crying. after her bottle this morning she napped for maybe 30 minutes before her sobs started again and that continued for the entire day. you didn’t know what to do and you felt like you had failed as a mother. you had no idea what was wrong with her and you hated that you couldn’t understand what she was crying for. you felt like she hated you.

as Mason entered the house he could hear the wails coming from Margot, he had never ever heard her sound like this before and or worried him. he could hear you, speaking to her softly over her cries, you sounded just as upset as her. “i’m so sorry angel, i don’t understand why you’re crying. i’ve fed you, cuddled you, changed you, i don’t know what else i can do. i’m sorry i’m failing you”

his heart broke. he walked into the living room and saw you holding Margot in your chest with tears streaming down your face. you looked so defeated and he hated it. “hey, what’s going on? are you okay?” he questioned as he slowly walked towards you.

you hadn’t heard the front door close so hearing him made you jump. you didn’t want him ti see you like this so you quickly wiped your eyes and showed him your best convincing smile. “oh yeah i’m fine, she’s just, i don’t know what’s the matter. i think she just might be tired” you lied, of course you weren’t okay.

“do you want me to take her?” he held is arms out so he could take Margo from you so you quickly passed her to him and he gently started rocking her which no i’m surprise stopped her cries. you felt your heart break. was it really that easy?

your eyes filled with tears, jealousy and frustration taking over your body as you saw how easy it was for him to calm her down. “look, go upstairs and have a shower, i’ll take care of Margot and you just have a break okay?we can talk after if you want to” he watched your shoulders drop slightly and your chin quiver as you tried to hold in your tears, something was definitely wrong and he was going to figure out what.

once he heard the bathroom door close he sat down on the sofa with Margot. he watched her huge brown eyes dart across his face. “what’s happened angel? you giving mama a hard time?” she cooed at him, a small smile on her face which looked exactly like yours. “you can’t give mama a hard time honey, mama’s with you all day” she squealed, obviously not understanding him.

“i’m sure you tired, if you’ve been crying like that all day i’m surprised you’re up right now” he decided to grab a bottle and try get her to nap so he could speak to you. he had never seen you like that before.

he warmed up the bottle and went upstairs to her nursery and sat in the rocking chair. he started feeding Margot and immediately her eyes started to close, he honestly wished that he was able to stay off work with you when Margot was first born. he had only gotten a week off work before he had to go back and he felt awful but ten Hag wouldn’t give him anymore time off.

once Margot finished her bottle he turned on the white noise machine and put her down into her crib. he quickly exited her bedroom to leave her to nap and went to your shared bedroom. he wanted to talk to you, you barely speak to each other now and he wanted to spend time with you.

after waiting for a while you finally came out the bathroom in new pyjamas and your hair was wrapped in a towel. your eyes were red, it was obvious you had been crying. “hey” you said, noticing him on the bed. he opened his arms and waited for you to sit on the bed next to him so he could hug you.

you quickly got onto the bed and cuddled into him. “we haven’t cuddled in ages, we haven’t spoke in ages. i want to know what’s bothering you sweetheart. i’ve never seen you look so upset” he kissed your forehead.

“i just, i feel like i’m not a good mum. like everyday all she does as soon as you leave is scream and cry and i’m trying my best to understand what’s wrong with her and i’m struggling. i’m struggling a lot” you felt your eyes well up with new tears. Mason felt his heart break. he was annoyed with himself for not noticing sooner.

“it feels like she hates me. and i just feel stupid because as soon as she’s with you, you calm her down. she even smiles at you. i’m feeling so lonely and i feel like a terrible mum.” your tears started flowing down your cheeks. you were quietly sobbing as Mason pulled you in closer and ran his hand up and down your back.

“i’m so sorry sweetheart, i really am. i’m sorry i haven’t been here to support you, i’m sorry you’ve had to do it all on your own. it’s not fair at all. and i’m sorry you think that you’re a bad mum because you aren’t. you are the most incredible mum” he heard your sniffles, guilt eating him alive.

“if you weren’t a good mum you wouldn’t do half the shit you do now. she doesn’t hate you angel, she loves you. you don’t know what she tells me when i come home” he joked which made you giggle through tears.

“i know it is tough right now, but i promise it’ll get better.” you looked up at him with uncertainty. “it will, stop giving me that look” he gave you a sympathetic smile. he hated that you were feeling this way, he wanted you to enjoy being a mum.

“you stay here for a bit, i need to go do something. don’t come downstairs until i say alright? just watch some tv and i’ll be back” he gave you a few pecks before he left you in the bedroom, confusion filling your body. but nevertheless you grabbed the remote and turned on the tv, trying to finally relax.

-♡-

it had been over an hour since Mason asked you to stay upstairs and all you could hear downstairs was Mason’s footsteps. you had absolutely no idea what he was doing and you were nervous to even go back downstairs.

“y/n sweetheart you can come down now” you heard him shout up to you so you quickly turned off the tv and made your way downstairs. whilst you were upstairs Mason did come to get Margot who had awoken from her nap about thirty minutes into him leaving you upstairs.

you had gone to get her out of her nursery but Mason quickly shooed you away back to the bedroom so he could take care of her. you were grateful he went to help Margot, he knew how stressed you were and he was trying to make you feel better so he took Margot downstairs with him.

you walked down the stairs and into the living room and saw blankets and pillows covering the sofa with your favourite food on the coffee table and your favourite movie ready to play on the tv. Mason was holding a now very aware Margot who actually reached out for you.

“i know it’s not much but i thought maybe we could spend time together for once?” Mason handed Margot over to you and kissed you passionately. “i’d love to” you kissed him one more time before you both made your way to get under the covers on the sofa.

Mason pulled you into his hold and kissed your forehead. “i know this doesn’t make up for what’s been happening these past few weeks but i do want you to know me and Margot appreciate everything you do” you felt a smile form on your face as he spoke, he had a way with words which always made you feel special.

“i have also spoken to ten Hag and told him that i’m gonna take a few weeks time off to look after you both. i don’t want you to feel alone, ever, because i am here for you” you looked up at him, it was the first time he’d seen you smile in ages.

“i know you are, you didn’t need to take a few weeks off. will he not get angry at you?” you kissed his cheek and he shook his head. “i didn’t get to take the time of when she was first born so i i don’t care if he’s mad. i have a family to look after” he lent down to kiss you again.

you didn’t know why you were so anxious to tell Mason how you were feeling, you knew he would help you and you appreciated him. “thank you mase, i love you” he smiled at you “i love you more”.

#fanfiction #imagines #mason mount #mason mount x fem!reader #mason mount scenarios #mason mount x you #mason mount story #mason mount masterlist #mason mount imagines #mason mount imagine #mason mount x reader #mason mount x y/n #dad!masonmount x reader #dad!mason mount #mason mount fluff #mason mount fluff imagine

[theselfshiphassailed]

Masato Aizawa SS Sleep Headcanons:

(cw; suggestive)

-this man sleeps like a fucking rock. if he falls asleep, good luck waking him because he will stay that way until he catches his Zs or he has to use the bathroom. there are no sounds, no amount of tapping and no calling his name that will wake him without much of a fight. i can get in and out of bed throughout the night not have to worry about disturbing him because he just will not flinch.

-he's a cuddler! even if he's dead asleep, he's going to make sure i'm in his arms. sometimes, because he's such a heavy sleepy, i might be doomed to remain there if he's got his arm locked around me and not just a light droop. he typically prefers to hold onto me from behind but there are times when he'll let me use his chest as my pillow and he'll wrap his arms around me that way.

-with those two points out of the way, i can finally talk about the beginning of our relationship– he used to crush me! yeah, like rollover on top of me- crush me. mhmm.. i dont know if he was out of practice with holding someone in his sleep, or maybe he wasn’t much of a cuddler before? whatever the case, he used to tuck me in close to his chest at the beginning of the night and in the middle of it, he was squashing me under his tits like i was nothing more than a flimsy little pillow he was holding and it was impossible to wake him up to get out of it. this is going to sound so mean but i almost dumped him for that reason alone. i’ve since learned to love him through the crumpling and he’s learned to treat me like i’m a delicate, fragile human…as long as i accept that every now and then i might be locked in his arms.

-he snores….so  loud, i won’t lie, i’ve thought of smothering him at least once… i’m not proud of it but it was so bad i couldn’t sleep. I actually took the couch that night and when he asked the next morning he was apologetic. he was like, ‘amor, why didn’t you wake me?’ !!!!! SIR !??!?!! NO ONE CAN WAKE YOU!!!! sorry, i’m getting frustrated again just thinking about it– his snoring is probably the worst i’ve ever heard. it’s worse when he sleeps on his back. when he sleeps on his side, it’s not so bad. i’ve asked to see someone about it but he refuses… 

-he’s so affectionate at bedtime. i mean, he’s affectionate full-stop but at bedtime it’s like it triples and here’s what i think it is: he’s trying his luck.  i won't lie. he has a pretty high sex drive and if i’d go for it every night, he’d be up and at ‘em but i’m not. so, i just get an overflow of affection right before bed every single night and it’s nice. it makes me feel so loved but there are times when i’m not even up for that. i just wanna drop. after all this time, masa’s gotten really good at anticipating what my needs are, as i have with his and he’d never push me for anything. so, the extra affection is sometimes just that, extra affection which is fine.

-masa is like my giant personal space heater. it doesn’t matter what the temperature is in the room itself, he’s always warm. when it’s chilly, i can have our comforter then snuggle up to him and for the most part be pretty comfortable! he loves when i say that, too. he takes a lot of pride in being enough to keep me warm. he’s the cutest. however, remember when i mentioned how affectionate he is?  yeah, that’s sort of our downfall when it’s hotter out because like i said, he’s warm regardless. he likes to snuggle and i hate being hot- not a good combination in the summer. 

-he dreams about the late people in his life a lot, like his mother and morinaga and he always tries to remember so that he can tell me about it. he usually gets really excited because he believes that they’re ‘visiting’ him through his dreams. i love to see him light up when they’re good dreams. when he has dreams that he can interpret in a negative way, and either of them are there, he assumes that means he’s done something to disappoint them and sometimes that’s enough to put him in a sour mood for the entire day.

Nishiki's sleep headcanons can be found here.

#ss aizawa #ss me

[iyambinandmeng]

hi halo mentemen! ini bina & meng MAU NGAPAIN YA? kayanya mau cerita sedikit tentang hari ini deh, tentang life update bina hari ini! 😻.

hari ini aku nemenin iyam kelas online lagi diluar, supeeer happy pas tau iyam minta ditemenin buat kelas online hari ini. karena setiap ketemu iyam mood ku berubaaaaah jadi >>>>>>> fhsjdhsksks alias HAPPY BANGET. kalau happy nya bisa di desc pake lagu, kayanya aku mau drop lagu nya THE 1975 (LAGI) buat gambarin HOW HAPPY I AM WHEN I'M WITH IYAM.

(aku nulis ini sambil dengerin ini juga KARENA HAPPY NYAAAAAA MASIH BERASA BANGET. SETIAP PUNYA MOMENT SAMA IYAM HAPPY NYA TUH GAK BAKAL ILANG ALIAS BAKAL KERASA TERUS)

hari ini kegiatan kitaaa supeeer seru!! selain nemenin iyaaam kelas, kitaaa juga rakit lego (lagi). iyaaaam tuh super jago & keren dalam banyaaaak hal, INI REAL. walaupun cuman rakit lego yang keliatan nya B AJA, tapi still COWOKKU SUPER KEREN! 😾🫶.

selain itu, beres iyam kelas kita mam di tempaaat pertama kali kita first dateeeeee. di MCD! euphoria nya masih sama banget, masih kerasa happy nyaaa, masih kerasaaaa lucu & gemeees nya. walaupun kita ga mam menu yang sama waktu pertama kali first date tapi teteppppp HAPPY NYA BUKAN MAIN (karena mam nya bareng iyam heheheh). walaupun aku kinda feel guilty karena udh bikin iyaaaam capek macet macetan (so sorry yaaaaa iyaaaam 🥺) tapi teteeeppp senengggg nya kerasa lebih banyaaaak.

sampeee rumah sebenernya ada kejadian random kecil sedikit karena AKU KEKUNCI DI LUAR RUMAH SELAMA 10 MENIT (KAYANYA) karena orang rumah lagi pada keluar, tapi aku gatakut kok karena ada temen nyaaa (MENG). adaaa adik meng kecil yang suka di galakin sama wuje 😾. padahal adik meng nya baik & supeeeer lucuw. emang dasar nya wuje meng jealousan TAPI MASA JEALOUS NYA SAMA ADIK ADIK HFTTTT.

tapi untung nyaa amaaan, sampe rumah beneran aku banyaaak senyum nyaaa. iyam, makasii ya udah bikin gw seneng hari ini! 💗

iyam tuh mesti tauuu bangeeeeet kalau dia tuh emang beneran KEREN, GANTENG, SWEETEST & PERFECT FOR ME.

he's been with me for 3 months, and there's not a day i'm not grateful to have him! the person who supports everything i do, the coolest person who always accepts me, the nicest person i've always been proud of, the one who always gave me so much love. my #1 favorite person, the cutest person in the universe whom nobody can beat. he defines what love that the world has given to me. i am very proud to have a boyfriend like iyam who brings me happiness that i have never felt before. he is sweetest to the point where i wonder how someone can be as sweet as him. but now i understand that him sweetest is just part of him extraordinary personality to me. he is one of the reasons why I can smile every day, even every second.

i just hope iyaaam gak pernah ngerasa insecure lagi dalam segala hal. apapun itu, karena iyam udah cukuppp sempurna buaaat aku. gak ada yang kurang sedikit pun di iyam. iyam always be the person that i love the most in this world. nothing could ever compare to the love i have for iyam.

kayanya cukup deh notes buat hari ini, so far life update hari ini happy & okeng. semogaaa besok ketemu sama hari hari baik & happy lain nyaaaaa! 💟

#Spotify

[asmallexperiment]

Tiny Tamales!

Supporting the folks in the old neighborhood, I'm pointing at Memo Torres piece on the Tiniest Tamales in the World:

Irma Yolanda Perez, a 60-year-old Guatemalan woman, makes about 80 Guadalajara-inspired tamales daily. She makes them petite, and as she folds the corn husk over the masa, she cuts off the extra ends and uses them to make the cutest little tamal samples you’ll ever find. 

She gets a ride to Venice Boulevard, props up an umbrella, and a small table for the tamales, pulls out a book, and sits there reading, hoping someone will come by to try her tamales. And if someone is hesitant, she’s ready with her blazing smile, her bubbly personality, and the tiny tamal samples as cute as her jokes.

If you're in the area, you could get up on those.

#memo torres #irma yolanda perez #venice boulevard #tiny tamales

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Can we get some more Bruno content? Maybe something with Felix? They have a pretty unexplored relationship

You have NO idea. How badly I wanted to write this.

Félix had been dating Pepa for about six months. Given the fact that they were only fourteen, that was surprisingly long for them. Especially on his end, given the fact that it was his first ever relationship. Not that he didn't attract other girls, he just. Never had eyes for anyone but Pepa. Pepa was just. Fantastic. She had a temperament as big as her heart and hair that reminded him of sunbeams. It's why he was practically dancing as he walked up the Casita, sunflowers in hand. The door swung open. Julieta. Just from the kitchen, given how she was wiping her hands free of masa. 

"Julieta! Good to see you! Is Pepa ready for our date?"

"She's getting dressed right now- come on in! You hungry?"

Félix shook his head as he was allowed in, nodding as Casita greeted him by fluttering tiles. 

"Hola Casita. And no, I'm okay, thank you, Pepa and I are gonna get food. There's this place that sells these empanadas, Pepa has been DYING to have me take….her."

His thoughts drifted off as soon as he saw her. She was a goddess. Her hair done up in the cutest twin tails, and her new dress. White, decorated in sunflowers, she looked like an absolute dream. The second she walked down those stairs, he was all over her, circling her in hopes to get a look at all angles (a backless dress looked REAL good on her, he could see all those beautiful freckles on that smooth, white skin).

"¡Mirate! ¿Quién es ESTA diosa?"

She laughed, head tossed back and her peach colored lips looking as tempting as ever. When she stepped up to him, hands planted on his chest, he swore he felt steam coming out of his ears and hearts just smothering his vision.

"I wanted to look good, make everyone jealous that they can't have you. I got this new dress for you, and even got this lipstick just for you~"

Oh when she kissed him. It was like watching a sunrise, like feeling a thunderstorm, all at once. He was about to wrap his hands around her back, when someone cleared their throat. He recognized that sound anywhere. He pulled away from Pepa immediately, as did she, immediately looking respectful towards her mother, Alma.

"Fèlix. So good to see you."

Alma liked him, knowing he was a hard working farmer, but she clearly didn't appreciate him smooching up her daughter. He cleared his throat, handing Pepa the flowers during, as he saw gray clouds start to bubble above her.

"Señora. So good to see you too-"

"Pepa, why are you dressed like that?"

Pepa looked down at herself, before hazing up at her mother. 

"I'm going out with Félix tonight."

"No you are not."

The three of them looked at them in surprise, especially as Alma took the flowers from her, putting them in an empty pot.

"W-WHY?"

"Because I'm going out to heal Gonzalez's boy down the road. He keeps getting sick. And you know someone needs to stay at home."

Juileta raised her hand up a bit, rather timidly.

"I was going to, Mami."

"You heal, Juileta, you need to come with me. Pepa is staying."

Pepa's clouds were rolling in and thundering as her face grew bright pink.

"It's not FAIR! I wanted to go out! I told you how excited I was!"

Félix stepped in, trying to ease the sudden tension in the room.

"Pepi, hold on, WHY does someone have to be here?"

Alma lightly glared at Pepa, before looking over at Fèlix.

"It's Bruno. He can't be left home alone."

Ah, Bruno. He'd never actually met the guy, but he heard plenty about him from Pepa and the townsfolk. Mixed opinions, suffice to say.

"Can't he come with us? I don't mind!"

Pepa scoffed, folding her hands over her chest.

"Bruno is practically a recluse. He never goes out at night, especially if it's the full moon, and ESPECIALLY not in public. So SOMEONE has to stay and babysit him, even though we're the same AGE-"

"Your brother is sensitive. And, he is your baby brother, you need to care for him. He will NOT be home alone."

Fèlix saw how upset Pepa was, saw how nervous her sister was. So, he decided to just go for it.

"I can watch him!"

That seemed to surprise EVERYONE. Pepa pouted.

"But our date…"

Fèlix took her hand, and dropped all the cash he had on hand, right into her palm.

"You were so excited, YOU can go, get yourself whatever you want. I'll stay here and watch Bruno. And you can tell me all about it when you get home!"

There was a pause. No one was sure of what to say for a moment. Pepa hesitated.

"Are you...sure? You've never met him. He can be a lot. Trust me, I live with him."

"He's your brother, I WANT him to like me! Please, I insist! I mean I babysit MY brothers all the time!"

They all looked at Alma, who cleared her throat.

"Pepa. Do you trust him enough for this?"

Pepa nodded without hesitation, and it made his chest feel all warm inside. She trusted him, just like that. Alma studied him, before nodding.

"Pepa. You can go. But get your coat. Juileta, go tell Bruno so he's not surprised."

"Yes mami."

They responded promptly. Alma took a step towards him, looking him square in his eyes.

"I need you to understand something. Bruno is my only son. He is precious to me. If he is hurt at all, if he tells me you hurt him in ANY way, I will not be a happy woman. And I'm telling you this because I like you, Félix. Do you understand?"

Félix gulped, before nodding. She stepped back the second her daughters came back. Pepa gave him a smooch on his cheek, before dashing out the door, reminding him there were sweets in the cabinet as she ran off. Alma had Juileta follow her, and she stopped just before she walked out of the house.

"There's food in the kitchen. Make sure he eats dinner. And make sure he's in bed in an hour. He tries to stay up, so check on him in his room after bedtime. We should be back in two hours, roughly. Be nice to my Brunito."

With that, she left. Félix sat there for a moment, before clapping his hands together, and sighing. This was for Pepa. He walked up the stairs, before walking up to Bruno's door. He had his own hallway, his own space away from his sisters and his mother. Pepa and the townsfolk agreed on one thing and one thing only; that he wasn't exactly a social butterfly. He looked at Bruno's door, gulping a bit at those piercing eyes on the wood. The fortune teller. Ever feared by many. He knocked on the door. Once, twice, thrice. He tried to open the door, only, no response. He tried to grab the handle, only to have the handle turn into sand and trickle between his fingers. Félix didn't know much about those powers, but he knew if the doorknob did something...weird, it just meant he wasn't supposed to be in there. 

"Maybe if I brought him dinner…"

He dipped into the kitchen, only to freeze the second he saw a rat skittering across the floor. Félix was about to catch it and throw it out, only to see it run up along the back of some hooded figure. It's head slowly turned to face him, green eyes illuminating the room like some predator ready to pounce. Then the hood fell down. He was expecting someone terrifying, maybe something that was just as spooky as his door. Only, that wasn't the case. He was just. A boy. Small bunch of curly hair, a very soft looking face, bits of hair poking alongside his face, threatening to grow into an actual beard, and his eyes. They were green, curious, studying him after a second. He was off the floor, using the cabinets in order to hold up his body and reach the cabinet (picture like some kind of weird looking spiderman), stuffing Cocadas into his pockets. One hung from his mouth.

There was silence. Then Bruno used his elbow to push the cookie into his mouth, quickly chewing before swallowing.

"Don't tell Mami."

Okay, definitely a weird introduction. He gave a light shake of his head.

"Uh...sure. Not a word."

"Thanks. Bye."

He hopped up from the spot. He was a small guy, but he seemed to be plenty lithe, somehow getting up to such a tall spot with little to no effort. He stuffed another cookie in his mouth, walking right past him. Félix had to process what happened, before turning around, and calling out to Bruno.

"Hey, wait! I didn't even get to say hi! You don't even know my-"

"You're Félix. Pepa's boyfriend. Farmer. All I need to know."

Bruno looked him up and down, as if trying to read him, simultaneously stuffing another goodie in his mouth.

"That, and you won't last long."

That's. Not comforting, coming from a guy who sees the future. He pointed at himself, hoping he was talking to some random third person. 

"I'm...going to?..."

Bruno caught on to what he meant, shaking his head quickly.

"Oh no! I don't mean like, death. I mean, everyone dies, which is a weird thing to acknowledge, but no, I haven't seen your death. I meant, as Pepa's boyfriend. You're the longest one though, she's gonna be upset."

Félix was just very confused if anything. He raised a brow.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that because of me, Pepa's boyfriends move on. Alejandro, the baker, moved on because I predicted he was going to break his leg, Fernandez, the 'aspiring poet', moved on because he didn't like my rats, it's always for some reason. And why have you lasted so long? Because you haven't met me till now. So, sorry about that."

That was a lot of info dumping, AND self hate, all wrapped up in one sentence. Félix was about to say SOMETHING towards that, only for Bruno to just turn, and head right for his door. Not a great start. 

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He tried to preoccupy himself as Félix did whatever he did downstairs. He felt bad, really he did. Pepa had been talking about this guy for MONTHS, so she clearly liked him. And what did he end up doing? Crawling up to the cabinet and sneaking food like some creature of the night. No way he'd want to date a girl with a brother so weird. 

"It's a good thing I shut him down as quickly as I did. I should know better than to get to know him, I only get disappointed. If Pepa wasn't boy crazy, she'd figure that out too. Does that seem...mean, Aaron?"

He looked at one of his rats, who just looked up at him, saying nothing, but he was just happy some kind of being wasn't yelling or scolding him. He wished he had an actual person, someone to respond to him, but hey, beggars can't be choosers. He sighed.

"No no, you're right. I'm just preparing for the inevitable. Don't gotta see the future on this one."

He looked over at his brother. Maybe it was because he was feeding him, and he clearly wanted some too, but for a moment, he liked to think he was just inquisitive. 

"No, Adam, I WANT to like him, I mean I need more guys to hang out with. No, you guys are great, don't get me wrong. I just think that they're more trouble than they're worth. Like boys are nice, but have you ever had a good Cocada?"

He chuckled. He finally gave him the food he wanted, and they all chewed in silence. He thought about it for a moment. Poor guy. First time meeting him, and it was for 'babysitting'.. he shook his head, wiping the crumbs off his face once he finished his snacks.

"Ah, shouldn't be focused on that too much. Come on guys, water break, then back to work!"

He poured some water into a bowl, and put it on the table, taking a sip from his own cup after they helped themselves. Then, he sat down at his table, brushing off the sand that littered the pages.

"Okay so, where were we? I'm STILL thinking of a love story, but I'm open to suggestions."

He let Aaron read over his notes, before pushing him away lightly.

"Okay okay, you can just say you don't like it, don't gotta chew it up. So what if it's kinda a cliche? Everyone likes something predictable SOMETIMES, right?"

He knew the look on his face. Nope, he hated it. He sighed, scratching out a few things. He nibbled on his pencil, deep in thought as to where this could go. Maybe he should start over. A weird boy, going against his parent's wishes, falling for a girl who was totally out of his league. Did seem sort of cheesy, ironically. 

"Maybe...he needs like. A more supporting character?"

He started to sketch a few ideas. Maybe a childhood friend, maybe a sort of rival. So many ideas buzzing in his head, it felt like he needed some kind of break to just fall out of the sky-

"Bruno."

He jumped in his seat, covering his books with his hands quickly. Félix was standing right there, tray of food in his hands. Bruno didn't want him in here. Usually keeping people out of a room was easy, unless one was distracted. The Casita had no control here, so they had to actively use their powers to keep someone out. 

"What are you doing here?"

"Alma said to give you dinner, and you've been eating only sweets tonight. So, I got your dinner warmed up for you."

He'd give Félix one thing. He was trying harder than most of them did. He motioned to the table off to the side of him.

"You can leave it there. And uh. Sorry about the stairs."

It felt weird, saying sorry for a part of his room, especially since it was only one flight, but it just felt appropriate. He continued to sketch, and was expecting the other to leave when he heard the tray clunk against the counter. Only, he didn't. Bruno hunched over, growing uncomfortable with him just. Standing there. He quickly tapped his fingers on the counter, growing quickly distracted. Why was he still here? Oh God, did he want a vision? Just like everyone else? Oh he was going to see something awful and-

"What are you working on?"

He hesitated. Usually when they asked that, they were just trying to get on Pepa's good side, or try to butter him up for a vision. So he kept it blunt.

"Personal project."

"Can I see?"

Weird. Most got the hint. He turned a bit to look at him, and he was standing there, right next to him. He offered him an arepa, and his stomach begged for some actual food. He sighed.

"Sure. But it's...nothing big."

He took the food from his hand, shoving the book in his direction. He thumbed through it all, eating his own arepa as he did so. Félix nodded.

"Oh, you do stories. My brother's friend does something like this. Lots of notes."

Félix had to turn the book all sorts of ways in order to read all the notes he scribbled. Bruno nodded.

"I can't seem to settle on an idea. I just know it's definitely a love story, and involves death."

"Sounds sad."

"Well, I mean, death is the one certainty we have, you know? It's the one disappointment that everyone, for the most part, accepts. So, I figured if I sprinkled that in a love story, people would like it. But it doesn't...feel right."

Félix seemed deep in thought, before shrugging.

"Well yeah. You're just ending it on death. Why stop there?"

Bruno turned fully towards him, confused. His cast seemed interested as well, ears perked up in his direction.

"What do you mean? It's death, it's how it ends."

"And that's why it's...malo. Why does it have to end?"

Unpredictable in the predictable. An idea seemed to bubble in his head, and he reached up to snatch his book, scratching some stuff out before starting to write further still. He spoke as quickly as his mind was going, arepa still clung to his teeth.

"Mph...vat if ve do...this…"

Félix peered over his shoulder, and he was surprised how...not uncomfortable he felt. Bruno pushed the book over for him to see, finally taking the Arepa out of his mouth.

"What if, instead of ending it there, we make THAT the turning point. They fall in love IN death. And not just the love that we all expect. But like, the brother's FULLY recognize each other in this."

Félix made a noise as he stuffed his face, seeming to get an idea himself.

"Hermano, dame el lápiz."

Why did that make his heart feel all tingly? He handed him the pencil, and watched as Fèlix sketched. Felix's hands moved half hazardly, and the drawing itself was poor, but he had passion. His hands were...well, large, lightly scratched up from what was no doubt toiling in the fields. He even sort of smelled like dirt. Not that Bruno minded.

"Okay what there's like. A fight between the brother's, in the underworld right,"

"Sí! Estoy escuchando."

"And we have it as like. An actual fight, but with dance moves in between."

"I've never ONCE done that, and I ABSOLUTELY want to now."

He could picture it now actually. He looked over the sketch, and added a few random ideas into the notes. He didn't know what happened, but suddenly he was just brainstorming with him. They moved from his desk, to Bruno's bed, to the floor, to the bed again, to the floor yet again. They went over how the characters would move and danced, got feedback from the actors, and finished all the food in the tray. Bruno had not once felt a brainstorm session so strong, and he was going to take advantage before his new muse left him. He was now leaning against Félix, reading the finale of the script.

"So. The ending. I'm thinking brother one is peering above the second brother's form, sword at his throat. He could win her heart, if he takes HIS in the process. Then, he realizes that his heart needs not just HER love, but his."

"Oh, what if SHE won't let him do it and-"

"And she steps in between them! Not physically, I still want the tension there but…"

He trailed off to look up at Fèlix. He was smiling at him. He was invested, he was listening, he was...kind. He felt his cheeks burn, and it made him put his hoodie up.

"What are you doing?"

Félix raised a brow at Bruno's question, as if HE was the one currently hiding his face.

"What do you mean, bro?"

"You're...being nice. You're helping me. You know you can say this is just for Pepa. I don't blame you, no one hangs out with me without reason."

Félix snorted. Bruno thought he was right, until Félix pulled him closer, practically snuggling him at this point.

"Nah. I like you, Bruno. You're a little weird, but I liked talking to you. Granted, the rats running up and down on me, I could do without. But you? eres un poco genial."

Félix put his big hand right on his head, lightly messing up his hair. He felt himself just shrivel up like a raisin under the sun, but in a good way. If Félix was just lying, it was VERY convincing. He called him COOL. NO ONE called him cool before. Bruno clung to his side, his body yearning for an embrace.

"Is it uhm...okay if I just sit here for a second? I'm...kinda tired."

"Go ahead, take a second. It IS kinda past your bedtime, 'Brunito'"

He hid his face In his hands, trying to groan. Of course his mom called him that, right in front of him. He decided not to respond out of embarrassment, and he was glad he did. He enjoyed the silence. The feeling of someone to hold and feel comforted by. The rats were already cuddled in his pockets, most likely asleep themselves. Bruno tried not to squeak as Félix suddenly picked him up, putting him into his bed. He pretended to be asleep as Félix covered him, lightly patting his shoulder.

"Duerme tranquilo, hermanito."

He quietly grabbed the now empty tray, and walked out of his room. Bruno clung to his pillow, squeezing it tightly. He took a deep breath, and forced himself to look into the future. Turns out, the future was very unpredictable, even for him.

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Félix had just finished washing the last dish, when Casita opened the front door, letting Alma, Julieta, and a VERY happy looking Pepa back inside. He dried his hands with a rag as he greeted them, Pepa immediately diving into his arms.

"Fèlix! You should've seen it! They had the best lights and-"

"Hold on, Pepi! Hold on!"

He laughed, picking a leaf out of her hair. Wild night out, he could tell. Juileta joined in, actually looking like she had some fun for once.

"We joined Pepa after our visit. They had all sorts of different shops and vendors, it was SUCH a nice time."

Pepa leaned into his space, nudging him with her shoulder.

"Dunno HOW she noticed, given that Augustín was there~"

Juileta turned red as a rose, scoffing as if an accusation was made.

"Pepa! Don't make it sound like that!"

"Speaking of sounds, you should've heard them when they dipped into that alley-"

"PEPA!!"

Pepa made kissy noises as Julieta tried to shake the nonsense out of her. It was adorable, seeing these two sisters act like sisters; foolish, annoying, no responsibilities. Just for one night. But Alma was different of course.

"How was Bruno?"

Félix shook his head dismissively. 

"He was no trouble at all. He ate a good dinner, and I got him into bed-"

"Mami!!"

They looked up at the upper floor, and Félix tried not to wince as Alma looked plenty displeased. Bruno was awake, and just in time to make it seem like he was lying. Alma glared at him, before opening her arms as Bruno ran down the stairs. 

"Why are you up, Mi bebé?"

"Oh uh, I was asleep, but I heard you coming back home, and I wanted to ask you something before you got busy in the morning."

"What's so important you had to ask now, my Bruno?"

"It's about Félix."

Felix tried not to have a heart attack. He didn't want to jump to conclusions, but he was thinking he ruined something somewhere, and even Pepa looked worried for him. Bruno held to his mom's dress, looking up at her with almost pleading eyes. He could tell Bruno really was the baby in the family.

"Could Félix and I hang out again soon, please? I had fun with him."

The three of them looked downright astonished. Alma looked as if she'd say no, mostly in confusion, before Bruno looked up at her with such big puppy dog eyes.

"Pleeeeease, Mami?"

She looked at Félix, almost confused.

"If...he does not mind."

Félix nodded, ruffling Bruno's hair with his hand.

"Not at all, I'd love to hang out with my new little brother!"

Bruno grinned, and Alma was clearly trying to figure out just what was so different about Félix, compared to all the other's. Félix however, already knew. It was because he was focused on BRUNO, not on what his magic could do. He gave her the same respect he gave Pepa, and he appreciated it. That was it. Alma took Bruno's hand, nodding.

"You can play with him more later. For now, you need to go back to bed. Come on, Mami te arropará."

Bruno was guided away by his mother, by her hand. Félix watched as he mouthed something to Pepa, before leaving. Pepa walked him out of the Casita, hand in hand.

"So what did Bruno whisper to you before he left?"

"He said that you were a good one. And that Dolores would prove that."

"Who's Dolores?"

"He just said 'no one important. Yet'. That doesn't matter though."

She held his face, and gave him a kiss on his forehead.

"I love you, Félix. That's what matters~"

Bruno clearly knew something they didn't. But he didn't care about the details. He just knew that whatever this family threw at him, he was ready for.

#asks #Encanto #not transformers #headcanon; bruno got just the biggest crush on Fèlix PURELY because he genuinely cares #he got over it eventually especially knowing the future #but bruno is so starved for attention and love- #also bruno was considered the golden child until he hot older so #alma so babies him

[nad-zeta]

The Little Bee

Fandom: Ikesen

Pairings: Nobunaga  x Reader

Genre: Fluffffff

Words: 1400+

Comments: Eeeeep whoop whoop! Kame's birthday! Happpppy birthday! eeep! Happy birthday@kamesama Happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Kame la da dee dooo! The cutest little bee of all, wishing ya the best day❤❤ ❤😳🥺 Hehee hope you eat way more cake and candy than you probably should! 🥺😳Love ya loooooooots and lots❤🌈

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You awoke that morning not to the quiet morning cuddles and kisses you were accustomed to, but to a morning filled with chaos— not that you minded a little chaotic energy, being the leading supplier of that— but still. From the moment your eyes fluttered open, you had been pulled from one direction to the next, neither leading to the warm, strong arms of the man you loved— Nobunaga.

A dejected sigh left your lips; he promised to spend the day of your birth with you, yet where was he now? No doubt he too was dragged away at dawn to deal with the madding admin part of ruling the world, much like you were now being drawn from bed to do some menial tasks.

You accepted your fate reluctantly; after all, there was little use for moping around, mourning the loss of your morning cuddles. Especially when the warlords were breaking down your door trying to get your attention.

Ooh, what you would give for an energy drink— vitamin B shot— Espresso— pretty much any form of liquid energy that didn't include the vial substance Nobunaga managed to secure as a caffeine substitute from the Western traders. As much as you appreciate your boyfriend's efforts, no amount of matcha tea could give the same buzz and hype as your beloved energy drinks.

Nevertheless, you let yourself be dragged off to help solve problem after problem— slightly grumpy for not having the time to enjoy said vial caffeine substitute, and the opportunity to wake up slowly and enjoy the sight of the rising sun.

Hideyoshi was the first victim subjected to your grumpy edge, being the one to throw open your door moments after you called out to the other side. With an apologetic smile, he put you to work, thus starting your daily duties.

Thrusting a bag of coins in your hands with the instruction to buy more sugary candies— you smirked at him knowingly; he must have discovered the aftermaths of the nightly raid. "Sure," was all you said with a shrug and flick of the wrist. You were positive that this menial task and early morning wake up call was revenge for the nightly heists.

Bag of diabetes secured, you started taking a slow stroll back to the castle, only to be swept off your feet by hurricane Masamune. Ahh, your chaotic brother in arms, of course, you welcomed the bit of excitement after the boring market trip. And excitement he brought, as it wasn't long before the two of you raced through the plains engaged in some friendly competition. High stakes and high reward just the way you liked it.

With cocky smiles and beaming eyes, you looped back to the stables riding like the wind and securing your sweet, sweet victory. "Masa, my man, I believe we had a deal," came your ever-growing smirk and outreached hand.

"You drive a hard bargain kitten, but fair is fair," he grinned like a wildcat, pulling the imitation sour patch candies from his sleeve— although something in the way his blue eyes beamed gave him away. He let you win— and he knew that you knew, that he knew, although before you could challenge him and make yet, another friendly wager, the resident sunshine came skipping up the cobblestone path toward the stables.

"Ah, I've been looking for the two of you," he beamed in pure, unfiltered sunshine.

"What's up, sunshine," you chirped, throwing a handful of the sour candies in your mouth and pulling your face involuntarily at the taste. Masamune had done wonders perfecting the recipe, striking that perfect balance between sweetness and sourness with the perfect amount of tart kick.

This is how you now found yourself at the kitsune dubbed snakes home, finally able to enjoy your first warm beverage of the day. The banter and teasings were the same as always— flung into every direction, and floating like a cloud over the head of the innocent Mitsunari.

It wasn't before long that a summons had arrived, demanding the boys' attendance at the nightly war council— an invitation that naturally extended to you, albeit more of a command to attend than a suggestion.

You hung back as the other warlords entered the room before you. You felt a little disgruntled, not by the fact that your birthday had been forgotten but rather over the fact that you had not seen Nobunaga for three days now. Up before dawn and back well after dusk— long after your dreams had stolen you away for the night. With a sigh, you plaster a smile onto your lips and open the door to be greeted by the mighty cheers and happy birthday wishes.

And in the centre of the festivities, only one stood out to you; only one could draw in your gaze like a moth to a flame. "Fireball, come", his low voice rumbled with an easy smirk on his face as he stretched out his hand towards you.

He didn't even have to ask you twice as you crossed the room in an instant and deposited yourself straight into his lap. His arms closed around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer and touched his lips to your forehead. You let go of a contented hum finally in the arms of the man you loved the most.

"I missed you, fireball," he spoke, red-eyes gleaming with affection. His expression soft and loving as he leaned down to nuzzle his nose with yours.

"I missed you too," came your reply, followed by a playful nibble of the tip of his nose, causing a roar of laughter to erupt from his chest. The two of you were in a world of your own, utterly unbothered by the banquet happening around you.

"I have something for you, my little bee," he spoke up once more, lips forming a wide smirk.

"Oh?" your eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Close your eyes," he commanded, calloused hands coming up to cup your cheeks. His carmine eyes gazed into yours, waiting for eyes to flutter shut— instead you stared back at him challenging, before his impatience got the better of him, moving his hands over your eyes.

Once the flutter of your lashes was felt, marking the telltale signs of eyes being sealed shut, he reached behind him to retrieve the birthday parcel. Carefully examining your face to ensure the surprise would go unseen for a few moments more, he gently placed it down on your lap.

"Can I open now?" you asked with an impatient excitement.

"Yes, open," he wore a satisfied smirk, chin tilted in the air with confidence. You wasted no time as you quickly opened the parcel, and when you saw the contents inside your breath caught in your throat. You lifted the matching black kimono to spot the delicate detailing of tiny bees between the spider lilies. It was then that you noticed, he, too, was wearing a new Hoari, littered with matching bees. Your heart melted at the sight.

The silence from you made him fidget, head tilting to the side and smug smile faltering for a brief moment as he spoke with a tinge of uncertainty, "I trust this gift pleases you."

Despite the cold rumours surrounding the man, you knew better. You knew the real Nobunaga, the boyish and at times childishly silly man he was.

A bright and brilliant grin made its way to your face as you threw your arms around his neck in a crushing embrace— relief flooded his chest— nose nuzzling into the crux of his throat before scattering kisses and playful nibbles to his sensitive neck, jaw until finally lips. He flinched at the sensation, and your grin widened, knowing precisely what you had done.

"I see my fireball is as bold as ever to launch such a stealthy attack," his hands roving over the curves of your body to find the places you were most ticklish, to return the attack in kind. It wasn't long before a flurry of laughter erupted from you." Nobee-naga! Stop!" came the breathless laughs.

He ceased his attack and raised a brow at the new nickname given, "No-bee-na-ga", he repeated slowly.

"Yes, Nobeenaga!" you exclaimed once more, exuding confidence, "the cutest bee of all," you concluded, throwing your arms around him and lacing your hands behind his neck.

He smirked, a dusting of pink rising to his cheeks at the new nickname given. "You're the cutie," he repeated the endearment learned a few days prior. Before you could continue your playful banter, he caught your lips in a final kiss before standing up with you in his arms.

"Now, I believe I promised to spend the evening with my little bee," his husky voice whispered in your ears, sending shivers down your spine as he carried you to your shared room to celebrate the remainder of your birthday to the fullest.

#ikesen nobunaga #oda nobunaga #nobunaga oda #nobunaga x reader #ikemen sengoku nobunaga #nobunaga fic #Kameees birthday! #whoooooop #whooooop! #Birthday week continues!

[all1e23]

Astrophile [Pt.7]

Chapter:  Per Aspera ad Astra ‘Through hardships to the stars’

Summary:  Bucky is not handling Y/n’s date with Tony very well at all. 

Warnings:  Fluffy fluff. Some upset Bucky but no angst. 

A/N: Thanks to a certain Anon for the chapter title. Don’t get all cranky with me after this chapter. There’s some soft Bucky in this and it’s all moving in the right direction. It’s a good thing if you look at certain moments. Trust babies. Trust. Send me love because i”m needy, okay?!  Plus all your comments make my day. Beta’d by the beautiful and talented @lokissoul I love you 3000.

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They have never seen Bucky this upset. Sure, they have seen him angry, pissed even, but this? No, they haven’t seen this. He’s spent their entire shift sulking, pouting like an eight-year-old and now? He’s throwing cereal boxes, towels, and wooden spoons all over the counter with a scowl on his face that could easily stop someone’s heart. The more those little black hands on the clock ticked closer to seven the worse he got. Clint looks over at Sam and grins as Bucky kicks his chair out from the table and slumps down. Bucky is throwing a full-blown fit, and they have to admit it’s pretty funny.

“What’s up your ass?” Sam finally asks after thirty minutes of nothing but slamming cabinets and aggressively loud sighing.  

“Nothing,” Bucky grunts.

“So you always throw shit around the kitchen? You know this is a shared space right?”

“He’s mad because his girl has a date with someone else,” Clint adds with a toothy grin.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Sam rolls his eyes as Bucky continues, “I just can’t believe she’s going on a date with him. You all know what Stark is like. For God sake, he’s taking her Masa. Does she seem like the type of girl that would like that? The last time we went to dinner, she picked the place. We ate at a food truck. A. Food. Truck. She ordered four tacos and then made me buy her and Ori churros and ice cream.”

Sam exchanges a look with Clint and peeks back at Steve behind him who throws his hand up, he wasn’t getting involved in this one. The triad stays quiet letting Bucky’s rage-filled rambles resume, “And yeah, okay. He’s in publishing, and she has her book store, but do you know she doesn’t even like writing? We talked about it. She doesn’t want to get published, and he’s all Manhattan and she’s… Brooklyn. She wears overalls and those little white tennis shoe things! Do they seem like a good fit to you?”

Clint shrugs as he leans back in his chair setting his feet on the table and stretching out. “I mean, yeah. She’s the sweet to his smart ass. She’s the soft and kind to his… dick?” Clint jerks his feet off the time just in time to dodge the spoon that flew by his head.

“I didn’t mean his actual dick. Jesus Buck.”

Bucky turns his hard glare onto Clint and crosses his arms over his chest. “When Y/n gets hurt your wife is the one that’s gonna feel bad.”

“Who says she’s going to get hurt?” Sam asks, humor filling his voice, doing anything he can to push Bucky’s buttons. “This could be it. They could get married. Have kids. The whole nine. We could have little Starks running around in a few years.”

Bucky chews his bottom lip as he lets Sam’s words swim around in his head. He hates it. He hates more than he’s ever hated anything. He truly loathes the idea of Y/n marrying Tony. And the thought of them having kids together? No, just no.  Where does that leave Ori… and him? He knows how selfish that sounds and as much as he wants to be happy for her, he can’t.

“I’ll take it by the queasy look on your face you’re ready to admit you’ve got a crush on the girl?” Sam punches Clint in the shoulder and holds his hand out in front of his face. “Pay up! I told you he was crushin’ on her. Trying to tell me I don’t know my boy.”

Clint shoves his hand away but digs a twenty out of pocket and tosses in Sam’s direction.

“They just met!” He grumbles. “He’s always going on and on about finding the right woman. I didn’t think it would happen that fast.”

These two, Bucky considers them his best friends, his brothers. They watch his back in the midst of the worst and look at them now. Betting on whether he has a crush? Bucky is simply worried about a friend, and they have to try to turn it into some big deal? It doesn’t mean anything. There’s nothing between him and Y/n. Clearly, since she’s on a date with another man.

Further proof he’s right, and they are all idiots.

“I don’t have a crush on her.” Bucky clarifies, and Clint snatches the twenty out of Sam’s hand, grinning victoriously.  

“Oh, okay. So we are pretending you’re not in love with her,” Sam’s voice is dripping in sarcasm, and Bucky is so close to kicking the legs of his chair out from under him. “Just so I know how to act. She in on it? Because I have to say she seems pretty smitten on you for some reason I can’t figure out.”

“That’s Ori man.” Clint pipes up. “She loves peanut because my niece is the cutest.”

“First off, I know how cute my niece is. No one is denying my niece’s top tier cuteness. I’m sayin’ there is somethin’ else there. He’s been brooding around the station all day because she has a date.”

“I’m not in love with her,” Bucky says through gritted teeth. It’s annoying he has to have this conversation again. For the second time this week. “I barely know her, Sam. We’ve only known each other a month or so.”

“You talk every day. You’re always grinning all stupid at your phone when she texts you.”

“I’m not in love with her!” Bucky shouts, startling everyone sitting around the table but Sam and Steve.

“We. Are. Just friends.”

Sam drops his spoon back into his bowl of milk and raises a brow at Bucky looking thoroughly unimpressed, “Are you being this stupid on purpose? If not, this is a real issue, and I don’t know if you should be protecting our city.”

“Steve,” Bucky says, looking over Sam’s shoulder at the blond standing behind Sam, brows furrowed in annoyance after listening to all the bickering. “So help me if you don’t get your husband away from me, I’m gonna bury him behind my house.”

Steve takes a deep breath and crosses his arms over his chest.

“Alright. Enough. You all have jobs to do. Just because we don’t have an active call right now doesn’t mean there aren’t things to do. Finish up and move your asses.” Bucky relaxes a smidge and stands up from the table. “And stop teasing Buck about Y/n. He’s not ready to admit his feelings.”

The entire table, excluding Steve, immediately breaks down into a fit of laughter.

“Jesus Christ,” Bucky grumbles. “I’m done with every one of you.”

The guys, mostly Sam and Clint, are shouting for him to come back but he ignores them and heads straight for his locker. He needs to take a break from all this crush talk, or he is going to string them up to the back of the truck and leave them there till morning. The last thing he wants to think about is Y/n on her date with Tony, and he definitely doesn’t want to talk about it. His phone vibrates against the harsh metal of his locker and despite everything he can’t help but smile when he sees who’s texting him.

[Beck]: How do I look? Good enough to date a billionaire?

The picture takes a second to load, but when it does, it’s as if all the air has been punched out of his lungs. Y/n’s wearing a black tulle knee-length dress that is covered in little gold stars. Spaghetti straps rest of her shoulders showing off the shooting star necklace she’s wearing and the neckline, well it dips a bit too low for her to be wearing that and going out with Stark. God, those black heels? Shit, they made her legs look incredible. She looks stunning, but the only thing he’s looking at is the tiny pink and teal bracelet on her wrist, made of glittering plastic stars.

The bracelet she made with Ori.

[December]: Billionaire or not you’re way out of his league.

-------

This is not the kind of date Y/n was used to. Her idea of a good date? Tacos from that food truck by Bucky’s house. Then maybe ice cream after. That’s her idea of the perfect date. This, though? This is weird food she doesn’t recognize and a fancy atmosphere that makes her feel out of place and… inadequate.  Y/n wrinkles her nose as a plate of some kind of raw fish is placed in front of her, there is literally nothing on that plate that looks remotely like something she would pick out for herself. This is not something she ever wants to eat.

Tony looks up over the bottle of wine that had been placed between them before they had arrived and laughs the instant he sees the expression on her face. He knew Nat was off when she told him to take Y/n someplace elaborate and expensive.  He sensed it the moment he laid eyes on her. Tony tosses his napkin down on the table and rises from his chair.

“I don’t know about you, but I could go for a greasy ass cheeseburger,” he says, grinning, hand held out for hers. Y/n looks up to meet his soft brown gaze and slips her hand into his. He looks down at her plastic bracelet, and his grin widens as he tugs her up out of her chair.

“Let’s blow this popsicle stand gorgeous.”

Twenty minutes and limo ride later, Y/n and Tony are laying on the hood of the limo with cheeseburgers, fries and chocolate milkshakes. This is infinitely better than whatever the hell was put in front of her at that weird stuffy restaurant. Although a view of the stars would make it perfect. She purses her lips as she tries to spot their twinkle through the haze of the city lights, but no luck.

“So,” Tony says through a mouthful of cheeseburger. “I know I don’t have the best reputation. I’m sure Nat told you. Or you saw the tabloids. They do love a good Stark scandal.”

“I try not to pay attention to gossip.” She reaches over and wipes ketchup out of his goatee with her thumb, grinning at the faint blush that pinks his cheeks, “But, I may have heard a thing or two. Did you really date three women at once? That seems messy and exhausting.”

“It was both of those things in more ways than one.” Y/n sticks her tongue out like she’s gagging and Tony chuckles setting his fries back down in the inch or so between them.

“At least I know it was money well spent.” He grins as her face twists from utterly grossed out to confusion. “Some of it’s true but most of the more scandalous things… I paid a lot of money to get that reputation. I didn’t want anyone thinking they could tie me down for my money or my fame. If someone was going to get close to me, I wanted it to be because they wanted to spend time with me regardless of what the papers said. Not land a billionaire.”

“That must be lonely.” Y/n whispers, soft, as if it was a secret he didn’t know. It’s a secret she knows more about than she wants to admit. “Keeping everyone at arm’s length so you don’t get hurt?”

“Nah. I’ve got Rhodes and then there is Pep! She’s the light of my world. If it weren’t for her, my company would fall apart, and I probably would have worked right through our date.” Y/n lifts her brow grinning at him, and he smirks rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Probably shouldn’t have said that huh?”

She laughs and shakes her head. “No. Probably not.”

-------

“I didn’t know you lived above your shop.” Tony nods towards behind them gesturing at the steps they had just climbed up, the ones that led back down to her shop. “That Aquila painted on the front?”

Her hands freeze as she pulls her keys from her purse, her mouth falls open in shock, and he just grins back at her.

“No one ever spots that!” She mumbles completely and thoroughly blown away. Tony is just full of surprises. She leans back against the front door to her tiny two-bedroom and sighs, “Thank you for tonight. I had a really great time. It was nice to laugh for a bit.”

Tony moves in closer, resting his right hand against the wall by her head, and the other finds its way to her hip squeezing against the soft material.

“You don’t laugh very much?” Tony asks softly, his eyes watching her lips like they have been all night.

Y/n shrugs holding her breath as he inches closer and closer to her, their noses bump softly making her smile, “Not– I don’t –Just with Ori and Bucky.”

He halts short of finding out just how soft her lips are and tilts his head to the side “Barnes, huh?”

She laughs and draws her bottom lip between her lips teeth in embarrassment before releasing it to give him an apologetic albeit cheek grin.

“Probably shouldn’t have brought up another man on our date, huh?”

“No. Probably not.” He mirrors her words from earlier with a grin.

Tony takes his chance and leans forward placing a soft kiss to her cheek. A pang of disappointment hits her as he pulls away and let’s go of her hip. No kiss then. “I should let you get some sleep, and I’m sure I have a million emails to answer. Dinner again this week? I promise you can pick the next place. Scouts honor.”

“It’s a date.”

--------

Y/n slips her old NASA hoodie on as her phone pings from her vanity. She half expects it to be Tony sending her another goofy video, but to her surprise and delight, it’s Bucky. She smiles and sits down as she opens it.

[December]: How long does it take someone to piss their pants after you put their hand in warm water? Asking for a friend.

A second later a picture comes through half of Bucky’s face, a huge smirk and in the distance behind him, Sam is asleep on what looks like the most uncomfortable bed in the world and his hand in a bowl of what she assumes in a bowl of warm water. She snorts and shakes her head. These are the men protecting her city from disasters? She’s feeling really safe right now.

[Beck]: What are you doing? Shouldn’t you be putting out fires?

[December]: No fires. You’re safe. I made sure.

[Beck]: I have no doubts I am safe with you.

Bucky held his breath and another message quickly followed.

[Beck]: Princess Orion is looking out for me after all.

Bucky chuckles lowly eyeing his idiot friends before responding, they are all busy or asleep thankfully. He wants to ask about the date. He wants to know if it went good – No. Actually, he doesn’t want to know. Or, does he? If it went well she might be canceling movie night, but she wouldn’t do that, would she? Ori would be crushed, and he’s already picked up The Martian for after bedtime.

[December]: Still on for movie night this week?

[Beck]: Of course. The two of you are the best part of my week.

Y/n hearts flips when her phone vibrates in her hand with ‘December’ lighting up her screen. She swipes up and grins when Bucky’s face appears before her eyes.

“What are you doing?” She whispers softly. “Don’t you have things to do?”

“Nah,” Bucky murmurs in a hushed tone as he gets comfortable on an ugly brown and orange sofa and slips his arm behind his head as a makeshift pillow. “Why are you whispering? I have headphones in.”

“I don’t know,” she whines playfully. “I felt weird talking loud. It looks like everyone is asleep and you’re whispering!”

“You’re pretty damn cute you know that?” He says adoringly, chuckling under his breath. “Tell me about your day?”

“Okay, but you have to watch me take my makeup off while I talk. I was getting ready for bed.”

“I don’t mind, Y/n.”

Y/n beams in response and props the phone up where they can see each other, but she has use of both hands. She starts to wipe her makeup but keeps her eyes on Bucky, for the most part. “Um, what was my day like… Well, the shop was busy, and I found this thing I want to do in the bathroom. I want to paint dark blue above the tile and then do gold–”

“–Stars on the ceiling?”

“How did you know!?” She asks, ear-piercingly loud, an excited grin on her face. Guess she’s no longer worried about being quiet.

“Just a wild guess, doll.”

He watches her remove the dark shadow on her eyes and then move onto her pink lipstick. It was strange seeing her like that. Not that she doesn’t look beautiful every time he sees her because she does, but this is different. “I liked the lipstick you wore tonight. It worked good with your skin tone and made your smile brighter. If that’s possible.”

“I only wear it on special occasions…” Y/n stops wiping the blush from her cheeks and looks at the camera with her head tilted in question. “Where the heck did you learn about skin tone and all that?”

“Nat and Ori,” Bucky replies quickly.

She giggles and shakes her head, “Okay, enough about my lips. Tell me about your day. What happened? Save any kitties from trees? Did you work on your abs for the next calendar? Better keep them firm, so you don’t disappoint the ‘charity’ that likes sexy men posing shirtless.”

“Oh, you’re in for it the next time I see you darlin’.” Bucky pauses and slowly sits up. “Wait. You think I’m sexy?”

Y/n breaks down into a fit of giggles and hides her face behind her hands mumbling, “I do have eyes.”

“So that’s why you liked the calendar so much. You think I’m sexy. This changes everythin’ doll.”

“Buck!”

Just like that, the date is forgotten.

------

“Aunt Nattie?”

“Yeah?” Nat asks eyes on what she was doing, tucking her blankets around her legs and putting all twelve of her stuffies around her in their proper places around Ori. For her protection of course and her unicorn gets tucked in next to her where Ori can snuggle to her heart’s content.

“Did daddy tell you we saw Y/n?” Ori asks, voice tight, unsure of how to bring up what she really wants to ask.

“He did. He said he fixed Y/n’s door and that cracked front window. Dad also said you got dinner together.” She stares at her niece catching something off in her eyes, and the way she’s gripping sparkles has her worried. “Spill. What’s going on in that cute head of yours?”

“I think daddy likes Y/n…”

Nat smirks and peppers Ori’s forehead with kisses. “I think you’re right, peanut. Anyone ever tell you that you’re pretty smart for an almost five-year-old?”

“Yeah, Y/n tells me I’m smart.”

“Go to sleep.” Nat ruffles her curls and gives her one last kiss before switching off the light on her side table “We can scheme in the morning. Dad needs help planning your birthday, and I think Y/n might be perfect for the job. Good night my sweet.”

Before Nat can make it to the door, she can hear Ori shuffling around and when she turns around Ori is sitting up in bed clutching sparkles to her chest.

“Auntie Nattie?

“Yeah, baby?”

Ori’s arms tighten around her unicorn and she mumbles through the rainbow mane hiding her lips,“I just want daddy happy.”

Natasha smiles.

“Me too, baby. Me too.”

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[miyako-no-prince]

Got any fic recs for us?

that’s such a general request idk what to tell you... like what are you looking for? a specific ship? angst? something long and epic? smut? I’ll give you a couple links of good stuff I can think of, but I’ll probably forget something I really like. if there’s nothing for you in there, come back with a more specific request.

Daiya Kinktober - currently ongoing, check back every other day for some great smut featuring a wide variety of ships and kinks! I was lucky enough to get some previews so I know what’s coming is great!

Stories from the Wastes - itsumei, misawa, kuraryou. fallout au (tho you don’t need to know anything about fallout). I keep coming back to this one cuz it’s so good. all three ships have separate parts, so if you dislike one or only really care about one, you can easily just read what interests you.

At the Speed of Sound - carloshira. probably my fav carloshira fic ever it’s both hilarious and emotional, and it features carlos as a late night radio host like what more could you want? (also available as a podfic)

this gift looks good on you - meilos. I know nobody cares about this ship but this has the cutest demon mei and I love this fic so much, I only recently found it but I had so much fun reading it, it’s perfect.

Scary Spice - masamei. this is part of a series and also a crossover with free, haikyuu, knb and yowapeda, but who cares about any of that (me I’ve seen all of those anime and you should too), the important part is that it has idol mei and masa as his head of security so he can protect the small boy like he’s meant to do.

Over the hills and far away - itsumei. fantasy au. also has a decent misawa part, you can read both on their own. I’m just a sucker for fantasy aus, and from the ones I read for daiya, this one is the best.

all of my own stuff that I’m very proud of - yes this is a shameless plug, read my fics! got masamei, itsumei, inui/mukai, masaitsu... plenty of good stuff. I know you want to support me with kudos and comments. do it.

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[crazyfreckledginger]

Masamune Date x Reader - “A Soft Dragon”

After a painfully long mission, Masamune finally returns to Azuchi and engulfs the both of you in some much needed romantic time, which includes many cuddles and kisses.

Requested by anon: “ Could i request a masamune x mc piece please?Where he maybe has to go somewhere to do some things for a few weeks and when he returns he just attacks her with hugs and kisses bc he missed her too much. Of course if you don’t want to do this, just say it, that’s okay, you’re work is really really really awesome i hope you’ll have a good day :3″

A/N: I’m sure you can tell I didn’t know how to call this fluffy piece so I made it cheesy, hope you like it! ^^

Warning: floof

“Don’t look so sluky, you’re making me disgusted,” Ieyasu grumbled.

“I find it entertaining,” Nobunaga smirked.

“Don’t worry (Y/N), Masamune should be due back tomorrow,” Hideyoshi patted her head.

“And for the better, I hope that face you’re making disappears soon,” The blond looked away.

“I can’t wait for him to get back, you guys are boring,” She pouted.

“You are always welcome to warm my bed,” The Oda grinned. Her cheeks flushed a little, thankful the proximity between them was much different than last time.

“No, I’m good, thanks,” She declined politely.

“I suggest an early night would be more beneficial if you want to spend the day with Lord Masamune, Lady Kia,” Mitsunari smiled innocently.

“Yes, you’re right,” She sulked, standing up and bowing for her exit.

“Hang in there Kia, you’ve been patient for the past three weeks, only one more day,” Hideyoshi encouraged.

“Thank you,” A small grateful smile etched on her lips as she turned to Nobunaga, who gave her an approving nod.

“Good night, fireball,”

“Good night,” She waved before sliding the screen after her exit. Her feet trudged slowly back to Masamune’s room. Her gaze turned to the moon.

See you tomorrow, Masamune.

Her head turned back towards the room, entering it and preparing herself for sleeping.

Little did she know, someone else was watching the moon.

---

“Still awake, my lord,” A vassal bowed as he made his presence known.

The One-Eyed Dragon peeled his attention away from the beautiful shape so far up in the sky.

“I can’t sleep, yet,” He admitted.

“Eager to reunite with Lady Kia?” The trusted vassal asked shyly. A grin tore on Masamune as he chuckled.

“Always,” ****

“Kia, how long are you going to stand out here?” Hideyoshi sighed as he stood by his side.

“Until he gets here,”

“This is absurd, they should be arriving near midday, you have been here long enough and you’ll have to wait just a little longer,” A scowl was on his face, “Will I have to carry you back inside?”

“Will you leave me be? Or will I have to give you the silent treatment?” There was a warning tone in her voice and a knowing look in her eyes.

“Fine,” He grumbled, “but at least sit down somewhere,” He gestured to the benches that were literally a few feet away.

“Okay,” The (H/C) girl nodded, walking to one of the benches and sitting down. A wave of content washed over her as the pain in her feet slowly subsided.

“Better?” The vassal chuckled, watching how her face relaxed.

“A lot, thank you Hideyoshi,” She smiled.

“Of course,” He returned the action, “I need to go, please stay safe,”

“I will,”

****

The sound of horseshoes only grew louder as they thumped from the grass meadows around Azuchi to the sandy paths of the city. It was sheer lucky Masamune’s and Mitsuhide’s troops arrived on the west side of town, there would have been a lot more people if they came from any other direction, which means a crowd more of civilians might have seen the chatelaine’s sleeping figure on the bench.

“She looks like a puppy when she is sleeping,” Mitsuhide teased, watching down on her from his horse.

“She’s more of a kitten than anything else,” Masamune smirked as he glanced back to his troop that were heading back to the castle, too preoccupied with expressing their excitement of being back home to notice the three of them.

The One-Eyed Dragon jumped off his horse and knelt in front of the bench.

“Lass?” He cooed, caressing her cheek. The person in question didn’t even shuffle from his action.

“Look what you did Masamune, you made your kitten tired from how long you left her alone,” Mitsuhide chuckled.

“I didn’t want to be so far from her,” Masamune grumbled, pulling the sleeping girl in his arms and keeping her flushed against his chest. 

****

The girl stirred, eyes slowly opening.

Mmh? Where am I?

She turned around, frowning when she distinguished a familiar blurry figure.

“It’s about time you woke up, lass, I was so eager to see you, but it appears you didn’t return the feeling,” He pouted cheekly.

“Masamune!” She called out, sitting up and hugging him tightly.

“I missed you too, kitten,” His lips peppered small kisses along your cheek.

“You have no idea how much I missed you,” She cupped his cheeks, placing her forehead against his, “I was so excited I couldn’t sleep but I ended up falling asleep waiting for you,”

“Oh, you are the cutest, kitten” He chuckled, pulling her close and kissing her hungrily.

“Mmh,” The small sound she made was quickly swallowed up by Masamune as he smirked in the kiss, pulling her flush against his chest and running his finger tips up and down her sides.

“Masa,” She whimpered as his arms locked around her waist and slowly placed her under him.

“Mmh?” He slowly untied her kimono, lips attaching against her skin, sucking softly.

“D-don’t you have war council this evening, we can’t get too worked up,” His gaze hungrily scanned her face, chewing on his lips slightly as his savoured the view of her flushed cheeks.

“How do you know that?” he raised a confused eyebrow at her, his fingers slowly undoing her obi.

“Hideyoshi, told me,” She murmured. He swiftly unclothed her, his grinning face hovering over hers.

“Oh well, guess I’ll have to write another apology letter tomorrow,” A chuckled rumbled in his throat as he attacked her lips again. 

****

“Mmh, I love you,” Her fingers delicately traced his chest before she laid her head back to stare deeply into his sapphire eye. A small, gentle smile found it’s way across his face as he stared down lovingly at her.

“I love you too,” He snuggled into her neck, kissing her jaw and hugging her waist firmly.

“Since you’re back, don’t you want to celebrate or do something cute together? I know you like doing that after missions,” Her arms travelled around his neck as he kissed her skin softly.

“Usually, yes, but this mission was so long, I don’t want to be away from you for that long again,” He started, planting a kiss on her forehead, “I already planned out what we are going to do,” his lips found her cheekbone next, “we’re going to cuddle, hugs and kisses included until tomorrow,” he pecked her nose, “and then we’re going to spend the whole of tomorrow in town,”

A small grin tore on her face as he dipped his head down, bangs falling over his beautifully sculpted face. “Sounds good?”

“Sounds perfect,” she studied his perfect features. He beamed momentarily before kissing her deeply again.

“Masamune!” A knock against the wall made the couple pull away from each other, “I know you plan on not showing up to council,” Hideyoshi’s voice echoed in the hallway.

“What now?”

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[war--lords]

Masamune and Nobunaga lovingly waking up MC who fell asleep in the garden. Glad I caught the ask box this time! ❤️love ur work :) (also if shogetsu makes an appearance in masa’s I wouldn’t be complaining) drabbles please!

You knew that Japanese gardens are iconic and go back a long time, but you had no idea that the war period you are in now already has them. Serene and lush, now with the leaves turning yellow, you come equipped with a sketchpad (one that you bound yourself with thread), a brush, and an ink. It’s a small piece of heaven on a land covered in blood, the perfect oasis that makes you forget about the chaos for a moment, the breath of fresh air. The nadeshiko flowers are in bloom.

Sketching is always fun, but the warm and waning afternoon sunlight, the perfect September weather makes you yawn, and you faintly realize how you are slowly consumed by the urge to sleep. It comes to a point where you feel an overwhelming heaviness that is your head—a little nap wouldn’t hurt, would it?

You set your brush aside and, letting the sketchpad rest on your thighs, drift into slumber…

Masamune

When you gain the slightest sense of consciousness, you sense a weird sort of wetness hitting your cheeks. Not rain, you think. Something rather large. It starts off softly, barely there against your skin, but within seconds it grows stronger and moves in larger strokes. There’s a heaviness on your chest, pressing into your flesh, and you open your eyes.

Shogetsu’s big eyes stare up at you, his face practically against yours as he licks and licks and licks, wanting to wake this human. You can’t help but burst out a giggle in the midst of your sleepiness. 

“Oh you,” you chide, nevertheless stroking him up and down his back. “Why’d you go and wake me up like that?” 

The tiger cub is surely growing larger—he’s the size of a bigger-than-average house cat now—and heavier, you note, as he kneads biscuits on you. Your hand moves to his face, stroking his whiskers and cheeks, only for him to move his snout and press his mouth against your hand. He nibbles. You laugh because it tickles. You should be more afraid of having your fingers inside the mouth of a small big cat, but you know he’s not going to hurt you.

“Hey,” a voice calls, one that you know all too well. You don’t notice him standing a few feet to your right, next to a tree. “Good morning.”

“How long have you been there?” You ask, a bashful look entering your face. You hope you don’t have drool down one side of your mouth. Shogetsu doesn’t heed his master’s presence, merely continuing to urge you to play—the entertainment you provide always decrease whenever Masamune is brought to your attention. 

“Enough to witness the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I can’t blame you for falling asleep, though, the weather’s good.”   

“Good to know that you understand,” you reply, half-jokingly. Shogetsu starts focusing on your fingers and jump up and down on his hind legs whenever you move them higher. Masamune takes a seat in front of you, smiling at the sight of his pet and his lover playing. Like a little family. He rests his head on his palm, watching, fantasizing, the coziness of the moment almost unbelievable to him. The two of you enjoy a comfortable silence.

“…the faces you make in bed are still the cutest, though.”

“I knew you were going to say that.”

Nobunaga

It’s slightly weird, you think, half-consciously. For a moment you feel weightless, but now that you’re grounded again, there seems to be a warmth that is unnatural. It envelopes you, wrapping around you like a blanket, and then there’s air in your ear—

You jerk, reflexively letting out a small whimper as you do, and then there’s a deep chuckle coming from in front of you, and your hands feel its strong vibration. It occurs to you that you are no longer resting against the wisteria tree, but there’s another kind of tree—one that is hugging you and just blew into your ear as an act of pure malice. You smile, almost dopey-like from the sleepy haze. You love this tree.

“Nobunaga,” you call gently, your eyes meeting his, glinting amber under the sunlight. He smirks down at you, as he usually does, but there’s a hidden genteel in his gaze that you can recognize anywhere. He has his arms around your torso, pulling you flush against him. You lean back into his chest again, as if going back to sleep, but you’re really just cuddling him. You feel his fingers coming up to your hair and sigh.

“You’re so honest when you awaken,” he says teasingly, and you huff. He feels your breath against his skin. 

“You’re just feel so comfortable, and I’m still sleepy,” you reply. His hand moves to stroke your back and you feel an unusual, inexplicable urge to let out a meow. Nobunaga looks as if he knows this.

“I come all the way to the gardens to look for you, my beautiful lover, only to find you asleep—and now you’re telling me you want to continue sleeping?”

You bury your face in the crook of his neck, and at that moment, frankly speaking, Nobunaga’s heart could have exploded. He reacts the way he always does when he cannot handle you—he grabs you by the shoulders to reveal your face, only to crash his lips on yours greedily, powerful and conquering, like the man himself. Your surprised ‘ah’ melts into a moan. When the two of you part, breathless, he gives you a look.

“I’m awake now,” you whisper.

“Good.”

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[darkmindsthinktwistedthoughts]

Hi!! Can I get a fluffy Masamune fic where he tries to surprise mc for her birthday please? I love your work 😍😍😍

Masa planning something... I feel I can virtually sense Ieyasu rolling his eyes somewhere at the thought. I shall see what I can come up with. @xathia-89 Thank you very much for the compliment my dear ^^.

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Azuchi Castle town market was lively as usual. The familiar sight of a certain warlord moving from stall to stall checking out the fresh ingredients was one that had the traders smiling and a fair few of the townswomen swooning. 

Masamune Date was aware of the glances his way he wasn’t blind, well not completely. He ignored them as best he could, a few people did speak to him directly and he replied in his typical friendly fashion but as far as lustful looks go he only had an eye for one girl.

Mc... He smiled to himself as he picked up a ripe watermelon remembering the last time he brought one back to his manor and how she took a deep bite of it only to get the juice of it trickling out of her delicious mouth. He felt his blood start to boil a little at the memory. 

The fun they had getting cleaned up together. The failed protest from Mc about how she couldn’t get clean if he was determined to get in the way and spill more on her. How she had blushed and purred in his ear.

“You seem to be in a happy mood today my Lord.” The old seller smiled at him as he spoke. 

“I am always in a happy mood on the market day. I’ll take this watermelon, 3 of those radishes and that bunch of carrots you have tied up there.” Masamune handed over some gold in payment as he received the items he requested and put them in a woven basket to carry them back to the manor. It was one of those gifts Mc had given him after seeing him practically juggling ingredients one day when he was preparing a meal for the Mitsus. 

“Of course. It is always a pleasure to be visited by such a valued customer. Thank you for your patronage, my Lord.” The trader gave a polite bow as Masamune left the stall and made his way home.

“I dare say it isn’t the fresh ingredients that has such a smile plastered on your face.” A chuckling voice called out from the shadows of a building. No need to ask who it was. 

“Mitsuhide. It is unlike you to be in the marketplace around the food stalls. What brings you here?” Masamune smiled happily at the resident kitsune of Azuchi. 

It was true the guy was a mystery but Masa had never felt anything seriously negative from him and believed in trusting his gut on these things so unlike Hideyoshi he was happy to pass the time of day with the man.

“I was just on my way back when I noticed one of my favourite sights. Well, at least half of it. Mc not with you today?” Mitsuhide made a pantomime out of looking around for the Princess.

“Nah, she had some work to deliver so I won’t see her until later.”

“Letting your pet run free... how very like you.” Mitsuhide’s smile appeared to grow as he teased.

“So are you going to tell me why you decided to talk to me or were you really just passing by?” Masa asked deciding it was better to ignore the last comment, if for no other reason than to avoid being the punchline in a more direct joke.

“Observant as always I see. No, I was just passing by on my way to give a report.” Mitsuhide fell into step beside Masa as they walked the last of the length of the market towards the castle and the manors. “Oh, a little bird told me someone has a rather special day coming soon.”

“Someone? Special day? I don’t suppose you can cut out the cryptic riddles for two minutes and just tell me what you are talking about?” Masa tilted his head giving a searching look at Mitsuhide. He didn’t know why he really bothered it wasn’t as if he could read the man anyway. he might as well be a book written in one of those foreign languages for all the sense he made at times.

“Oh, I dare say you’ll figure it out sooner or later. Bye now.” Mitshide increased his pace and pulled away from Masa waving over his shoulder as he turned towards the castles gates. Leaving Masa standing at the crossroads.

“I swear that guy just gets weirder.”

---

Back in the manor, Masamune made his way to his own kitchen. He had plans tonight to turn this into a meal for two. a break in work had finally come for both of them and he would get to spend some time with Mc. He couldn’t keep the smile from his face as he imagined the look on her face as she enjoyed the meal. Gods how he loved how she looked when she was eating his food.

He was part way through prepping the vegetables when a knock on the door interrupted him. 

“Lord Masamune? Lord Ieyasu is here to see you.” A maid called out meekly from the doorway

“Ok, I’ll be right there.” Masa shouted back, taking the chopped vegetables he had and plunging them into a bowl of water to keep them from turning bad. 

---

“Ieyasu? What is it?” Masa came into the main corridor wiping his hands on a towel.

“Nothing. I was just sent on an errand. seriously I didn’t think that girl could have become even more trouble but she never fails to surpass my expectations.” Ieyasu muttered unhappily as he answered.

“What’s this got to do with Mc?” 

“Nobunaga wants to know what you wish to do about the banquet.” Ieyasu spoke flatly as if it was the dullest thing he had ever been asked to do.

“Banquet?” Masa asked even more confused. 

“Yeah, the one for Mc.” Ieyasu nodded.

“Why would we be having one for her?” Masa’s mind was now running as fast as his horse. Had he missed something? He was almost certain he hadn’t. 

“W-... Hang on she is your woman and you don’t even know it’s her birthday?” Ieyasu’s mouth hung open in mild shock. 

“BIRTHDAY!?” Masa practically screeched. 

“I suppose that answers my question. God, you are both insufferable.” Ieyasu rolled his eyes and huffed.

“When is it?” Masa asked grabbing Ieyasu by his shoulders looking him directly now almost nose to nose.

“Tomorrow.” Ieyasu sounded a little flustered now at the sudden closeness. “You really didn’t know?”

“It never came up.” Masa withdrew taking a step back. 

“Oh? well, I dare say it was the last thing on your mind to ask about.” Ieyasu’s sarcastic tone was not lost on him. Masa could hear the jibe aimed at him. 

“Yeah yeah go ahead call me a wolf all you like. I still have time though so thanks.” Without waiting for anything further Masa wedged on his shoes and ran out of his manor. Ieyasu’s voice growing more and more distant. 

“Hey hang on! You still haven’t... and he’s gone.”

---

Tomorrow... tomorrow... ok I still have time. I have to get something perfect for her. Gods why in the seven hells didn’t I think to ask her when her birthday was? She knows mine. In fact, I think she knows more about me than I do about her... what do I know about her? I know she is the cutest girl I’ve ever met. I know she blushes when I whisper in her ear. I know I love her. Hang on what am I panicking about? 

Slowing his pace he realised he had returned to the marketplace except this time it was not where all the food was. Stall after stall of different items lined the street around him and he remembered each one as a place she would often stop at. 

A familiar fabric trader came into sight and Masa walked right over to the stall.

“Welco- Oh! Lord Date. A pleasure to see you again. Is the young Princess with you today?”

“No, no not today. Today I am on a personal errand. Can you tell me if the Princess had mentioned to you anything about something she might be looking for?”

“Mmm, I remember her saying she would have killed for a sewing machine but I have no idea what one of those is I am afraid my lord.”

“I see.” No doubt it was one of those future things. Honestly though what do you get the girl who wants for nothing? 

He was just about to leave when something caught his eye. “What is that?”

“Oh, That my Lord is something of a novelty. Recently I found I had to diversify a little in order to make a little extra coin and a carpenter friend of mine built that for me as a trial piece.”

“How much?”

---

The banquet was lavish as always. Mc to her credit had managed to charm and delight everyone resulting in he receiving a number of gifts. 

Mitsunari had located some books, Ieyasu had made some tea to keep her from becoming too tired, Hideyoshi had found a new haori for her, Nobu had given her some of his precious candy and Mitsuhide had given her a bottle of sake with a note on it “do remember to share” Yeah... right.

Masa fidgetted as he watched her receive each one by one a smile on her face. 

“Are you ok?” Mc asked softly as she looked at him. What he wouldn't give to have her only look at him right now. 

“Yes, fine Kitten. I think you need some fresh air though.”

“Do I?” She chuckled.

“Yes, you do.” Masa smiled and in one swooping movement stood up and carried her out of the room. Ignoring the laughter and name calling as he left. 

---

“Masa that was rude you know?” Mc attempted to tell him off but failed as she crumbled into the sweetest laughter he had ever heard. 

“I’ll apologise if I have to tomorrow. Right now I want you all to myself.” Masa buried his face in Mc’s nape enjoying the feel of her warmth.

“Oh, you do?” Her voice lowered and her hands started to tease at his sleeve.

“Haha, hang on a second Kitten. That can come later I still have to give you your gift.” Masa took her hand and pulled her towards her room.

“Gift!? you got me a gift too?” 

“Of course I did. I’d be a sorry excuse for a, what did you call it, Boyfriend? If I didn’t.” He smirked as he slid the door back revealing what looked to be half of the market. “All for you.”

“All for me seriously? Oh but Masa its too much.” Mc’s eyes were wide as she tried to take in all of the different fabrics, the art supplies, her eyes didn’t stop darting until they fell on the one thing he wished her to see.

It was a beautifully carved puzzle box. He had seen one before at the docks that a trader had from China but this one was special. It had a carved dragon chasing a tiger around in a circle they were painted n beautiful coloured lacquers. It was the jewel in the sea of gifts. She ran her hand over the box looking at it in awe.

“Not at all. I mean I didn’t exactly have a long time to prepare anything but this is nothing compared to what I have planned for you next year.”

“You plan to do more next year?”  She spun around in shock.

“And the Year after that and the Year after that... every year Kitten.” He advanced on her each word from his mouth taking on a more sensual tone.

“Hahaha, I think we might need a bigger home in that case.” Mc laughed trying to mask her embarrassment. All it did was ignite his desire even more.

“Kitten you shall have a whole Castle. Trust me.” He purred pining her between his arms.

“I always do.”

---

[randomchick29]

50 Facts About Me (THANK YOU FOR 50 FOLLOWS!)

So... as promised in this post, I’m doing 50 facts about me because 50?! people followed me and my crazy masa obsessed cat mom ass. Thanks for enjoying my messed up commentary/rambles! Great, now I’m starting to sound like a youtuber that just wants money lmao sorry. Enough mushy stuff, and onto ze list!

Possible trigger warning: I’ll try to keep this as positive as I can, but there may be some things that can trigger some people (including but not limited to mental health, abuse/bullying, eating disorders etc.) If you are not comfortable with those topics, don’t read this.

1. My real name is Robin (middle name starts with Y and my last name starts with G)

2. I live in AZ

3. I LOVE FOOD. Part of the reason why I love masa and luka tbh... But seriously, food is great.

4. My fav foods are crab, ham, and burgers. See why I can’t become vegetarian 😂

5. I HATE onions with a passion.

6. My fav animals are owls, cats, hedgehogs, snakes, and whale sharks.

7. I have two dogs and used to have a cat (extremely long story short: My cat is in the “care” of an abusive psycho that isn’t allowed near me so I can’t see her ever again :/ but my sisters can) I still love Lucky (my cat) to death. She’s a sweet kitty (most of the time) and I miss her so much ❤️

8. My dogs are named Tucker and Bella. They’re both miniature schnauzers and they’re crazy. Tucker is a sweetheart, but he DOESNT. STOP. BARKING. He has a bit of a jealousy issue. When Bella gets attention, he starts barking and/or pushes her away from the human 😂 He hates when his people hug. He will jump on them and bark and growl. He also has stuffed animals that he LOVES. He uses them as pillows and carries them around. Bella is a lazy piggy ass. All she does is sleep and eat (like me haha). Half the time she’s too lazy to get up and go outside, and only responds when there’s food (once again, just like me 😅) They absolutely love each other though. Tucker licks her and grooms her and Bella follows him around and it’s just the cutest thing.

9. My lucky number is 9 because my birthday is 9/29 and my adoption day is 9/9 (see what I did there hehe get it? fact 9 is about my lucky number 9? no? okay...)

10. I’m adopted from an orphanage in (Eastern?) China

11. I have 2 sisters. They’re both in college but everyone who sees us on the street thinks I’m the oldest because I’m taller and curvier. One is 21 (but everyone thinks she’s like 16) and the other is 19 (people think she’s like 10 😂) No, none of us are blood related.

12. I’m 5’ nothing...

13. I’ve always been heavy for my height and age. I was and still am judged because of how much I eat and weigh. Because of this, I had an eating disorder in 4th grade and have always hated myself and envied my sisters for their tiny asian bodies.

14. I used to do tennis, dance, and swimming. I haven’t done any sports since then.

15. I can play 3 instruments, and tried many others. I played piano for 10 years, violin for 2, and French horn for 6 months.

16. I am EXTREMELY double jointed in my fingers

17. I have a fused tooth

18. My fingers bend back at the first knuckle way farther than most people’s

19. My hair is REALLY long and grows really fast. It goes to around my hip/tailbone area as of now.

20. My shoe size is a 7

21. My fav colors are red and green

22. My first fictional crush was Link. I was 8 at the time. We’re still going strong 7 years later.

23. Only a few months ago did someone top (wink wonk) Link: MASAAAA

24. My first otome was Shall We Date? Love Tangle after I saw an ad for it on trivia crack. My first route was Ryan. My fav is Nolan.

25. I still love MM, but I don’t have the time OR space on my phone to play (SORRY ZENNY)

26. I got in huge trouble when I was 10 coz I made a bunch of accounts that my mom didn’t approve of. I made an email, twitter, pottermore, quizilla (I miss that site smh), etc. And I did it MULTIPLE times. After she took the computer from me, she found out my DS had internet too. I didn’t have my DS for a long time. She would give it back after a while, and ID GO ONTO THE INTERNET AND YOUTUBE EVERY. DAMN. TIME. I got my DS back on Christmas in 7th grade coz I got games for it and she trusted me enough (and I had a phone by then so yay trust...?)

27. ...the twitter accounts still exist... I’ve looked back at them and I wanna kms holy crap it was bad. Lesson: 10 year olds shouldn’t be on twitter.

28. I love Harry Potter and The Inheritance Cycle (Eragon series). My fav HP book is Order of the Phoenix, and my fav IC book is Eldest.

29. My fav Zelda is a tie between Skyward Sword and Wind Waker

30. My fav Pokémon are Garchomp, Shaymin, and Breloom

31. We used to have so many games and systems. We had like 100-200 games, 2 gamecubes, 3 GBA’s, 4 DS’, 2 wii’s, and prob more 😂 We got only $150 from gamestop.

32. My fav youtubers are Chuggaaconroy, Rachel & Jun, and Glam & Gore.

33. I learned about sex through fanfiction (specifically, The Lemon of Zelda (pretty sure it’s been deleted tho coz I can’t find it))😂 I never got The Talk.

34. I may have looked at yaoi at school before...

35. I’m pansexual

36. Biggest turnoffs are arrogance, possessiveness, and bad hygiene.

37. Biggest turn ons are good chesticles and sense of humor.

38. I’ve had ONE bf and I dumped him after a day coz he wouldn’t stop calling me and I was scared of my mom. The thing is, we both liked each other for a LONG time and to my friend I was like “Yo ask who he likes” coz he was acting all sus and SHE TOLD HIM I TOLD HER TO ASK HIM and he’s like YA I LIKE ROBIN and I’m like WTF IS WRONG W YOU to my friend. Then he told me in class and it was really cute and I accepted. Then broke up w him OVER TEXT not even 24 hours later 😂 Dumb 7th grade ass

39. I’ve always been bullied because of how awkward and weird and annoying I am

40. My fav anime is Ouran

41. The only thing keeping me alive in freshman year (this past school year) was otome. Specifically Masa. My mind: What would Masa do without his kitten? Who would he chase through Azuchi? Who would be the pretty pillow/futon when he’s drunk? Damn, I love this man agh

42. I can reach my back much better than most people. I don’t need a back scratcher because I can reach my whole back.

43. I’m obsessed with makeup and nails, and used to love music, reading, and art.

44. My real baes are Huang Jing Xiang (fellow Chinese SPOTTED!) and Kato Kazuki

45. I sweat A LOT. I have to have a STRONG fan coz ac isn’t enough to keep me from sweating too much. And I live in AZ, so it’s even worse...

46. I still sleep with my baby blanket. I put it over my pillow coz it’s so soft (and I don’t have any other blankets)

47. My fav movie is Heathers (WELL FUCK ME GENTLY WITH A CHAINSAW)

48. I have HORRIBLE eyesight but I don’t like wearing my glasses coz the arms give me a headache and I don’t like them period

49. I love bad puns too much (I would make one here, but I don’t wanna be PUNished) 😂

50. I’ve gotten caught drawing... and writing... some NSFW things at bad times...

AAAAND DAS IT! Sorry it was more negative than I thought it would be, but I’m a really boring person with a boring life filled with drama and... That makes no sense does it. A boring life doesn’t have drama... I’m dumb. Should’ve stopped at DASSIT. Ok, I’m actually stopping lmao baiii 😊

#robin rambles #thanks for 50 followers #50 facts about me #trigger warning #ikesen #ikerev #date masamune #ray blackwell

[cavern-of-bells]

Lords switch bodies w/ MC

So instead of working on the giant bowl of word soup that I have been stirring for probably over a month now (My very first attempt at any sort of fic, ever), I have decided to completely avoid it by drumming out some more HCs! These ones are mainly SFW (unless you work at a church or something), and were just a fun idea I was thinking about yesterday. I have the nagging feeling that there may have been an event story or someone else’s HCs involving this topic, but this trope is in pretty much everything, so hopefully if it’s been done by someone else it’s not too similar. Let me know if there’s another I should be aware of so I can link it!

Anyway, the title pretty much tells you what you’re getting. MC and Lord _____ wake up only to find they’ve swapped places! What ever could happen next???

Proofreading? What’s that? Grammatical errors ahoy!

Tagging the people I have in the last few posts: @sinfulinsecret @yoolee @af-fection @small-and-nerdy @sengokugenkigirl @han-pan @tentori21 @saizoswifey @otome-microwave @duerme07 @hajeema @eroticincubi @viridian99 @belxsar

Nobunaga is thrilled. Now this is the kind of amusement he’s been looking for. He doesn’t care one whit about how you being in his body might make him look, but he is definitely delighting in making you take actions much bolder than you normally would– sauntering up to the dais and plopping yourself in his lap during mealtime where everyone can see; winking and licking your lips at him from across the room.

You just know this dude would jump at the chance to get jiggy with himself, and that he does. And boy does this end up being embarrassing for you– seeing him maintain composure in your body much more easily than you do. “You always scream just from this? I’ve taken it easy on you all this time thinking you were feeling it much more intensely. I’ll have to keep that in mind once we’ve switched back.”

Mitsuhide wholeheartedly believes that this is divine retribution. Penance he must do to atone for all the times he has been rough with you in bed. “Take me now as I have done to you, so that I might feel all the pain I’ve inflicted upon you.” You kind of roll your eyes because if you switch back anytime soon, it’s still your body that will be sore in the end. Instead you suggest showing him the way you like it. You proceed to do your best mimicking exactly the way he always makes love to you.

Yukimura is predictably flustered asf when he realizes the state of things, but once he gets through the arduous challenge that is changing into day-clothes with minimal nosebleeds, his focus shifts swiftly to his comparative lack of physical strength. “How can you do anything like this? What if you’re attacked and I’m not around to defend you?” He gets straight to training to build up your core muscles and hopefully forge some muscle memory for some defensive moves. You think it’s sweet that he’s going to such lengths for you, but secretly curse him once you’ve switched back and your whole body feels like jelly. It doesn’t help that he never lets up on your training after this. (Though you do feel more confident in your ability to sock any would-be-attacker.)

Saizo is absolutely going to take advantage of this learning opportunity as a means to improve upon his Lover’s Guide. What other expert on the art of love has had the chance to experience sex with both sets of anatomy? You can be certain he is going to have sex with you in this state, and will likely convince you to utilize this time to improve your own skills in the bedroom by experiencing firsthand what feels best. Rest assured that there will be no escaping Saizo once this ordeal is over with, because you just know he has fine-tuned his already uncanny ability to pinpoint every last weak spot you have and unravel you. 

Masamune stares back at his own face in quiet shock. You have no idea how long he’s been looking at you, but by the time you wake, he’s still watching with a worried look on his face. The two of you watch each other for some time after that, and by the time you snap out of it and realize it’s not a dream, the first thing he does is say “Sorry.” You tell him not to apologize and that it isn’t his fault, that it’s just some weird thing that happened and you’ll just have to try to cope with this reality until some way out presents itself. 

Fortunately, both of you are rather shy and quiet, so it isn’t too difficult to maintain an aura of normalcy. The closest you got to being found out was when Shigezane swung his arm around your (as Masamune’s) shoulder, and Masa scowled and batted his hand away. Shigezane chuckles and assures you “Doll, is that jealousy I detect? Don’t worry– I’m not trying to steal your man away, no matter how adorable he is. He is my own flesh and blood after all.” You watch as your own face flushes from across the room. You’re not sure whether Masa’s more embarrassed by the cheeky wink he just received, or by his own temporary lapse of self control. Things go pretty uneventfully after this and before you know it, you’ve gone back to your room. It gets a little hot and heavy, but you don’t get very far– both of you agree that it’s just way too weird looking at yourself, so you promise to make up for it once you’re back to normal.

Kojuro is much less perturbed by the switch than you are. “We’ll just need to take on each other’s duties until we can figure out how to get back to our old selves.” There may not be any particularly challenging duties to fulfill on his part for the time being, but there is no way in seven hells you are allowing him to set foot into your kitchen. Although he insists he can manage, he doesn’t concede until you threaten to tie him up. He finally agrees to stay in your room for the day, and you explain to the retainers that “MC isn’t feeling well.” However, Masa’s gotta eat. You sneak off to the kitchen when you’re sure there will be no one there, and prepare some quick bites. You think you’re off scot-free, but learn much later that Shigezane witnessed the whole thing. To this day he brings up the time he saw Kojuro cook something edible, but nobody believes it happened.

Toshiie can hold his own in a kitchen and ensures things remain running somewhat smoothly, but he keeps absentmindedly running your hands over your hips and/or grabbing your butt, and it’s driving you nuts. When you hiss at him to stop doing that, he gets embarrassed and stammers out an apology, but sure enough, five minutes later, he’s doing it again. You retaliate by acting particularly dog-like around others, but much to his chagrin, nobody seems to notice anything being off about him. This makes you feel bad so you stop.

Hideyoshi also lets your hands wander wherever he pleases, but he is completely unapologetic about it. “How often is it that I get to spend the whole day within reach of you? You’re just so cute I can’t help it.” Once again, you try to get your revenge by making him look especially silly, but everybody is already used to Hideyoshi playing the fool for laughs. Even he joins in, clapping and requesting you do this trick and that dance. Later, he pulls you aside and gives you a kiss, telling you that even when you look like him, you’re still the cutest girl he’s ever seen.

Mitsunari is furious and it’s all your fault! How is he supposed to protect Hideyoshi in this state?? Sure, YOU don’t have to worry because he actually knows how to carry himself like a respectable woman, but you? You have all the grace of an elephant and the reflexes of a sloth. This is sure to end in disaster.

After a very intense lecture, you were finally allowed to begin your day. 

Turns out that you ended up being the better actor of the pair. Nobody questioned your behavior even once, while people repeatedly asked him if he was feeling well, and that he seemed a bit stiff. 

Mitsunari is understandably disappointed in himself, agonizing over just where he must have gone wrong, and how on earth was a dullard like you able to pull him off so well?? You comfort him by saying it was just because you love him so much. He blushes and pouts and confesses “Well I love you that much, too– it’s not fair that I can’t portray you just as well.” For this reason, he continues practicing your personality long after you’ve become yourselves again.

Ieyasu has you filled with dread even before you have to go out and face the world. “Make a fool of me and you shall regret the very day you were born.” Well acting like his usual, biting self got him to say some very insensitive things to someone you considered a friend of yours, but being cordial to people got you in just as much trouble! You give up your efforts to put on a facade and just behave as you would normally treat others, and hope for the best. 

Meanwhile, his retainers (with the exception of Tadatsugu, who sheds a single tear of pride that his boy has finally grown up) are very disturbed by their lord’s new demeanor. Yasumasa is completely creeped out, Toramatsu senses impending doom, and poor Tadakatsu doesn’t know what to do with himself now that he is no longer subjected to Ieyasu’s divine cruelty. That is, until he realizes that being deprived of the punishment he desires most is the cruelest punishment of all! He swoons. 

In the end, your punishment is ten years-worth of the most disgusting chores. A small price to pay, you figure, when you notice that Ieyasu gets along just a little bit better now with his people than before.

Kenshin is not fazed one bit. He is delighted to have the opportunity to walk (quite literally) in your shoes. After all, such a chance doesn’t arise in most lifetimes! He is eager to spend the day with you, just exploring and feeling what it’s like to be each other, but is sorely disappointed to find that you feel too guilty to ditch the work Kanetsugu has given you. Kenshin mopes and sticks by you anyway, while Kanetsugu thanks every god he can think of that Kenshin is actually taking his responsibilities seriously for once and has not brought any new junk home today. Luckily, you finish your tasks earlier than anticipated and spend the latter half of the day enjoying one another’s company. After you’ve switched back, Kenshin still mentions from time to time that he misses being so soft, but fortunately you’re still beside him so he can feel whenever he wants.

Shingen is not bothered at all by his condition, much to your surprise. He takes it in stride. “After all, many of the strongest people I’ve known have been women,” he says as he throws a wink to you. He is confident the matter will work itself out in the end, and that for the time being, you may as well make the best of it. He promises he will help you through any duties he has that seem daunting to you, and is more than happy to do his part assisting in the kitchens. He may be a lord, but he does not place himself above any menial work. 

His personality remained the same as ever, though, which grew pretty embarrassing at times, particularly when he decided to step in on a conversation in order to give Yukimura some advice about ladies. Apparently he had forgotten that he was still in your body because you watched on in horror as he began to demonstrate some …things. Poor Yukimura would not speak again for an entire week.

#slbp #samurai love ballad party #headcanon #slbp nobunaga #slbp mitsuhide #slbp yukimura #slbp saizo #slbp masamune #slbp kojuro #slbp inuchiyo #slbp hideyoshi #slbp mitsunari #slbp ieyasu #slbp kenshin #slbp shingen #body swap #my stuff #slbp toshiie

[meesiamindia]

have you ever miss your bestfriend ?

(I FEEL LIKE WRITING SORRY FOR SPAMMING HEHE) (eventho no one fcking cared)

i used to have the bestest of friend and now shes 635.24 miles away from me.

she has the brightest smile and the cutest eyesmile. her laugh is so contagious and her jokes are the best.

i met her when i was still a primary (or elementary) school kid. it was primary 4 i think. 

so yeah im just gonna get to the point.

so her nickname is Dee and i miss her a lot rn i wish we could just keep in contact like before but everything has changed she got new friends i got new friends and stuff so yeah.

(wait im gonna write in both malay and english just bc)

dulu masa primary 4, kiteorg selalu balik MRT sesame eventho we took the different train back home. like we werent even in the same class but she will wait for me until my classes are done and vice versa. abe jalan sesame gi MRT. i used to be jealous of her bc she dapat balik ngan baq eheheh like they both keluar kat Pasir Ris no fair kan lmao

we found the leaning tower of Sims Ave !! ahahahhahah that was soooo epic i swear. 

Dee was like my 24/7 bc we both like Super Junior and our thoughts are always like 99% the same we got so much in common like all the irony and sarcasm and inside jokes and all.

im so blessed to be able to know her and jadi her best friend bc shes not the type to open up easily (like me) and at first me and Dee got like a group of friends together (7 people) but then they all left so im left with Dee and we promised each other that we got each others back and all

now 

like i said before we’re like hundreds of miles apart and i swear i feel lke crying writing this ugh

i remember when i first got in junior high school. new surrounding and new friends and all but i cried myself to sleep thinking about Dee and our friendship. i cried during lectures and i cried when i eat. its was dramatic you might think, but i swear i miss her sooo much i literally cried every time i think of her.

so i hope youre doing fine in your poly. and i hope u got yourself a new “eunhyuk gelap” lolololol.

i miss all our inside jokes and merepek talks and yeah i miss you. like a lot

#personal