#and it's just so awkward and uncomfortable

[enhani-ki]

my biggest opp - reader x ni-ki part ii

warnings: smut, power play, cursing, etc.

read part one

you assumed that after having sex with ni-ki, your biggest opp, it would be awkward and uncomfortable…

but never this empty.

you arrive at your office monday morning to find your inbox startlingly free of his scathing one-liners. there's no "nice dress. shame about the brain." no "can you actually type without making typos?"

his favorite mockery is gone, somehow leaving you strangely bereft.

you tapped your pen against the wooden surface of your desk, scanning for any hint of his sabotages. the folder you thought you'd need for the managerial position, his file on your "possible fraudulent activities" are also nowhere to be found.

because according to him, you fucked him so good that he destroyed every single thing he had that could ruin you.

relief flares that he stopped, of course. but unlike him, you still do your best to make his life miserable, leaving yourself doused in guilt — feeling like an asshole.

an entire weekend passed. you swore you weren't dying for his banter, and yet whenever your phone buzzes, you leap out of your skin.

nishimura riki: stop messing with my report. are you fucking insane?

minutes passed.

nishimura riki: you must be missing me.

your lips twitched into a smirk. hell if you know how to respond.

i didn't do it, dumbass.

really? that's the reply? he'd know you were lying (or worse, honest). the cursor kept blinking in your reply box, taunting you. you typed, erase, typed again, erase — you racked your brain, thinking of a good comeback.

you: you're so stupid. also, my life has been so peaceful without you. please stay right where you are.

nishimura riki: i can come by your house and make your life hell again. if you want.

of course you want it. you'd kill him… or you'd kill for him to come over right now but shit, even the line between those urges were already starting to blur.

you spent your lunchtime writing a status report. your fingers snapping across the keys but your mind drifts to that shameless first night with him.

the night where you wrestled with him for that fraud file of yours. the heat of his breath when you kissed him, when it finally landed on your skin…

you remember all of it. every time you lean over to pull a document from the printer, you imagine the wide arc of ni-ki's arms behind you, the precise angle of his jaw, his thick lips devouring you while telling you how much he hated you for existing…

it's all fucking there.

and as if reading your thoughts, your phone lit up again.

nishimura riki: i want to see what i'm missing.

you: fuck you. you literally work five feet from me.

nishimura riki: and new skirt? goddamn

your stomach clenched. so he… noticed? he noticed your above the knee with the slit at the side that shows just enough thigh to be questionable but still professional according to the office dress code new skirt?

you: your point?

nishimura riki: you look good and i want to see it up close.

a shiver runs down your spine. ni-ki's words became so direct, so suggestive, you can't help but to swallow hard and bite your lip. you sighed, immediately closing the report window before anyone could see you blush.

you check your company messenger during break. you noticed nishimura riki's presence: his avatar pops into view with the status "ready to crush it."

how fucking pretentious.

you just hoped ni-ki would do something back so you could stop feeling guilty whenever you sabotage him, then it would all go back to hell. the hell you not-so-secretly love. the hell he seemed to have loved before — and now forgotten.

@you @ni-ki i expect great results from the two of you. focus on the work, not drama.

you sat on your couch, sipping a cup of lukewarm green tea when your phone buzzes.

nishimura riki: we're stuck together for the next couple days.

you smirked when you realized how he can't stop texting you. you plop your head back against the cushion, totally interested.

you: yeah. happy?

nishimura riki: ecstatic.

ni-ki signs off with a kiss emoji, making you scowl in disgust and throw your phone onto the cushion. he'll see how you haven't responded and he'll definitely laugh about it tomorrow.

you came into the office projecting confidence the next morning. ni-ki is already there, beating you in punctuality. he's leaning back in his chair, scrolling through his phone but smiled immediately when your eyes met.

"you're late," he drawls.

"shut up," you fired back, tossing your bag under the table. you saw another folder you've been dreading. ni-ki's opened it already— hands off, though.

"fuck... i couldn't sleep," he said, casually looking at your eyes.

who asked? is what you would've said but instead, it's: "why's that?" you leaned in, "last i heard, sleeping without protection was your specialty."

he nodded slowly. his urge of choking you to death using his necktie suddenly crossed his mind, like it always does whenever you talk back.

he never followed through, of course. because every time he pictures it, the ending is him fucking you instead. he saw you submitting not because of trust, but because you can't help it.

ni-ki sighed and quickly pulls your chair close to him, making your pulse quicken. "hmm, what do you mean 'heard'? we both know you know that for a fact," he teased, his hand trailing up to squeeze your thigh. "also, did i ever told you how bad you needed practice?"

heat blooms across your cheeks. didn't he say you fucked him good? this fucking guy keeps challenging you — mentally and sexually.

you scoffed and opened your mouth to retort but your boss already knocked on the door, barging in to start the meeting.

the day isn't even done, yet you and ni-ki have exchanged more messages than you have with anyone else all week:

nishimura riki: did you catch the way that idiot glanced at your legs during the meeting? that mf is gonna keel over later once you unplug your laptop.

that 'idiot' is notoriously stiff when it comes to 'office decorum.' the thought of him being flustered at your skirt is thrilling, but:

you: you know i'd rather see how you react when i ask you to take off my skirt.

nishimura riki: come to my office then, i'll show you.

you stood up as soon as everyone's too busy to notice your absence. you opened ni-ki's door without so much as a knock. the tall guy is leaning against the edge of his desk, shirt already untucked, tie loose — completely losing his patience.

you walk towards him. he traces a finger along your jaw, tilting your face up, brushing his thumb over your sexy lips.

"show me," you whispered, sliding both hands flat against his chest.

ni-ki leaned in. "hmm, watch me," he replied, turning you gently by the hips, pulling your ass against his crotch — where you can feel the rigid outline of his cock through his trousers. you pressed yourself back, grinding on him as his hand tightens on your hip.

"we have a meeting at six, right?" he murmurs in your ear. "let's get you naked under this skirt."

"i already am…"

unbelievable.

"you really are a fucking tease, huh?"

your breath hitched when you feel his tip nudging against your folds. ni-ki slowly slid inside your welcoming heat — his cock was so big and hard, making your knees buckle as you can practically feel him rearranging your guts without even moving.

ni-ki moaned, "oh, y/n—" biting his lower lip before pressing one more searing kiss to your neck. "i could stay like this all day," he said.

you let out a shaky gasp, head dropping forward with a whimper. your fingers reached back, grabbing his hands — his big, warm hands that are locked around your hips. "ni-ki…"

"let's not sin so much today," he groaned softly, hips giving one teasing rock that makes your whole body jolt before he pulls his cock out. he stepped back and adjusted your skirt like a gentleman — making you feel full and hollow in the same instant.

that same afternoon, you decided to head to the break room for water. you stop short when you saw ni-ki with the boss' niece, who came to visit the office.

she's laughing, batting her eyelashes at him while grinning so hard. you didn't mean to eavesdrop, but she mentioned something about wanting him to show her around — and that guy just casually folds his arm around her shoulders.

"look at you, you social climber," you interrupted, clapping your hands slowly, it echoed like a gunshot.

ni-ki glances at you lazily over the girl's shoulder. the niece looks startled, she gave you both a sheepish laugh before excusing herself.

"how long have you two been planning world domination?"

"are you jealous?" he asked, chuckling as he drags out a chair for himself. "'cause i'm telling you that's pathetic."

"wha—?"

"don't worry, y/n. it's just been few days, i'll make sure to find some time for my favorite brat."

you scoffed, grabbing your water a little too aggressive. "wow... you sound so proud of being passed around like a party favor."

"passed around?" he repeated, raising a brow. "jealousy already doesn't suit you and now you're possessive too?"

you shot him a sharp glare but he just leans back in his chair, spreading his legs like he's offering you a seat.

ni-ki sighed, "fine, i'll come over tonight," he declared so casually, it made your jaw drop.

"excuse me?"

"you heard me." he stretched and yawned. "you don't have to agree. i've already made up my mind."

"you're crazy."

he stands up, brushing past you as he grabs a protein bar "leave the door unlocked for me, okay?" he whispered, leaning in to give your cheek a quick kiss.

the sound of your skins slapping were obscene. ni-ki's breaths were heavy, his muscles tensed doing his best holding back from losing control. his necklace kept bouncing against his chest every time he slid in and out of your wet cunt. he hit it deep and slow, making your toes curl.

you looked down and watched at where your bodies met.

"oh, my–" he groaned when he felt your walls flutter around his cock. "this feels so fucking insane right now."

your arms tightened around his shoulders. "you haven't fucked me in days," you breathed out, looking up at him, admitting, "i was so stressed out."

"yeah, i know," he replied, "and look how mean you've gotten."

"kiss me..." you asked shyly — too quiet for ni-ki who was busy thrusting, far gone in the rhythm he was chasing to even hear it.

frustrated, you reached up and grabbed his hair — hard. your fingers got tangled so deep in the roots of his bleached strands, yanking him down without warning so you could force his mouth closer.

"ah—f-fuck—!" ni-ki hissed, jolting from the sharp tug. his hips slowed down for a second.

his palm slapped your arm away, the sound echoed a little loud in the room. it wasn't as harsh as what you did, but it was firm because he was hurt. a very clear response to pain.

your eyes slightly widened when he snatched your wrist, flipping you like you're a dead weight. one second you were just looking up at him — now, your face was pressed into the pillow, ass up. ni-ki's hand stayed flat on your lower back, keeping you in place.

his fingers dove straight into your hair, fisting it tight, pulling your head up until your back arched and your spine hit his chest. it forced a cry out of your throat, you quickly hold on to the headboard for your own control.

"it hurts, right?" he muttered, brows furrowed. his voice sounded pissed. "you dumbass."

your mouth parted to argue but you were too breathless and stunned at how fast he turned the tables on you.

ni-ki let go of your hair roughly. your cheek sank back into the pillow. his hands slid down to your hips, spreading you wider. it was careless and he moved confident as he positioned you just how he wanted.

your moans started crumbling into soft sobs — not from pain but from realizing how you weren't too used to getting caught off guard, let alone losing control.

your thighs started shaking, your breath had gone shallow, and ni-ki noticed it right away.

"shit—" he cursed under his breath, the movement of his hips started faltering before slowly pulling out from your pussy. he leaned down to kiss the back of your neck gently. "can you sit up?"

you nodded weakly. he helped you, pulling you gently onto his lap, seating you over one of his thighs while holding you carefully. "did i scare you?" he asked, worried and cautious.

"no...not at all." you replied, shaking your head in assurance.

ni-ki sighed, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. he place a long kiss your temple, "i'm sorry, y/n." he continued, "do you want to stop?"

you sniffled and pulled back to look him in the eye like you're a little offended, "hell no."

a small grin broke across his face. he's amused, relieved, but mostly turned on all over again. ni-ki buried his face into your neck, laughing softly. "good," he murmured, lips dragging across your skin.

"ride me."

each movement felt better than the last. his cock dragged against the deepest part of you, his blunt tip kept hitting your cervix, making you gasp in pleasure.

ni-ki sat back against your headboard, his thighs spread wide, letting you straddle him fully. his hands never stopped moving – gripping your waist or holding your nape, the other catching the bounce of your breast. his thumb grazes over your nipple, and sometimes, he'd lean in to suck it, groaning at the way your pussy clenched in response.

his hair was messy. he was so loud – groaning through his gritted teeth – that goddamn chrome necklace catching the low light as he tip back his head to moan.

you can't stop staring. you can't stop running your fingers through his hair, brushing the strands back, or cupping his jaw just to see his face better.

"ni-ki..." you whispered.

his eyes blinked open, resting his forehead against yours.

you were moving fast and steady, sinking down on his dick over and over again while your bodies stayed too close — noses brushing, stealing each other's air.

"you– you're so handsome," you breathed out, barely even realizing you said it.

"me?"

"yes," you whispered. "you."

he grinned and leaned forward after hearing that double down. ni-ki gave you a messy, open-mouthed kiss, your fingers threading through his hair again as your hips rocked in desperate circles.

you pulled back to suck on his jaw next, under his ear, then down to his neck — biting softly, marking him. you wanted to leave something there. something that would remind him how much you wanted to do this over and over again.

now, you're sitting in the center of your mattress, blinking stupidly slow as you try to process just how many times he made you cum. "g– god," you mumbled, "i think my spine broke."

ni-ki huffs a soft laugh, still catching his breath too, resting his head on his arm while his other hand would caress your stomach or squeeze your boobs. "you're fine... it's hurting because you are still talking too much."

"o– ow..."

ni-ki sat up and hugged you. placing soft kisses to your shoulder, your neck, and then to your temple. "fine, let's have it checked later. just lay down with me for now."

you nodded, laying down, pressing your back against his chest. you felt his smile against your skin, smug and fond. ni-ki palmed your breasts again... he can't stop touching you even if he wanted to.

"mm, you're such a baby," he murmurs against your hair, "what happened to the terrifying monster who's always mean and yells at me in meetings?"

"dead," you replied quietly, leaning against him. "she died."

ni-ki chuckled again after seeing you blush. he grinned before peppering kisses on your cheek again and he doesn't say it but he adores this messy, clingy, soft version of you.

the one only he ironically gets to see.

you sniffled, pressing your face to his neck. "ni-ki..."

"what?"

"i wanna see bisco."

"oh..."

"i– i wanna see your dog," you sniffled again, voice sleepy and soft. "even if he hates me…"

ni-ki smiled and whispered, "okay, baby." brushing your hair off your sweaty forehead, "i'll take you to see bisco as soon as he gets home."

later after a doctor's consultation, the dog-sitter also dropped off bisco. you're already in his apartment, in his shirt he basically forced you into wearing.

"wait–!" ni-ki reached out to get bisco but it ran towards to where you were. "bisco!" you gasped, eyes lighting up as you rushed toward the tiny white ball of fur that sprinted right away from you.

"bisco, come on! we brought you snacks!" you tried coaxing, crawling on your knees to look under the couch, but the little thing lunged out and bit your wrist – not hard but more of a warning chomp – "fuck– ow!"

ni-ki leaned against the wall, arms crossed and smiling like a proud dad watching the chaos unfold. "i told you he's dramatic."

you didn't care. you kept following bisco around the room, letting him bite, bark while you giggled and chased him with unearned affection... which ni-ki found strange because before, you probably would've fought with that small dog, until it fears you for rejecting you.

finally, bisco ran out of energy and jogged towards his bed, completely ignoring you like a diva.

you pouted and walked back to ni-ki, dragging your feet like you'd just been dumped. "why is it sweet to everyone but me, huh?" you mumbled, melting into his waiting arms.

ni-ki laughed and tugged you in, pressing a warm kiss to your forehead. "i don't think he hates you, y/n," he murmured, voice soft as his hand roamed slowly down your ass. "give it some time."

"or he knows you've been giving someone else all your attention." you added, rolling your eyes. "right? i knew it, he's jealous."

his lips found yours. "no," kiss. "he's not," kiss. "jealous," kiss. the kisses are so different from before. no clashing of teeth, no busting a lip open, or bruising... it feels like forgiving each other.

and usually, this groping and kissing would spiral into sex, but today, you both weren't even thinking about it. there's just the need to be close, not just to get off.

ni-ki was so distracted by you that he doesn't even know when did he stopped trying to win in everything.

he had plans too, you know? he thought about getting his lick back but whenever you come around, the noises in his head disappears, the urge to get even fades, and suddenly, there's nothing even left to fight for.

he pulls back just enough to see your face. you blinked up at him, tired and sleepy, your lips were still swollen from all the nonstop kissing.

but still, you're so goddamn kissable.

you gave ni-ki a kiss again when you saw him staring – once, twice – "i gotta go," you whispered eventually.

"this early?"

"yeah, i'm getting hungry."

"we can cook–"

"stop–"

"–y/n..." he interrupted, cutting you off. ni-ki opened his mouth then closed it before clearing his throat. "no. nothing. just…" he rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly nervous. his eyes kept darting down to the floor like he couldn't believe he was about to say it. "just take care, okay?"

you tilted your head, "t–thanks…"

what the hell?

you're still mean and you still drive him insane, ni-ki took a deep breath – he swore he hates being this kind of guy but fuck it.

now or never.

"do you wanna have dinner with me?" he asked. he said it a little too fast, it's obvious that he was shy. "outside."

"huh?" you blinked. "you mean like–"

"yeah," he said, pressing his lips together, swallowing thickly. "like a–"

"...like a date."

ni-ki braces himself for the teasing and for your usual sharp reply. he knows you'll probably laugh in a few seconds but right now, you're just staring at him, eyes wide in surprise and that alone slightly gave him a little hope.

and he thinks, if this is how he loses, then fine.

let's let it be you.

a/n: my biggest opp 3k notes special! thank you so much for all the love and good comments. the first part came out on march 1 so it's been three months... there's so much (an understatement lmao) drafts for this and lots of scenes did not make it. as you can see, it's not so much focused on the smut and i honestly don't know if anyone will see this or if this part two this is good enough.

i teared up writing this T_T burning blue - mariah the scientist

tagging: @asaheyow @n4mh0pe @sunghoonsarmpit

[abbinurmel]

It really is mentally healthier and more mature looking. Ironically, even if you are confronted by this person you have grievances with. One friend of my crossed a lot of my boundaries but she is still a nice person and I knew from the get-go she had no desire to hurt anyone. She's just one of those people who are very touchy feely and socially inappropriate without realizing it isn't for everyone, especially for autistic people like me who aren't as gregarious or like being publicly smothered by pals with their hugs or hands touching their hair. I knew it was platonic touch. I knew she was sorry. But no matter how many times I told her to stop, she kept forgetting and doing it. I never cut her off officially but told myself I am no longer going out of my way to be outreaching her as a friend, & other people around me know this.

Should I berate her? Should I judge my friend as an insensitive asshole or call her a creep? No. But I feel like if she we're a mutual on tumblr and we hosted our awkward misgivings personal tiny drama on public display, like a lot of these kids do now, EVERY single viewer would offer up their rage and 2 cents and she would be dogpiled or I would be by mockery and unwarranted hate. My friend isn't a creep, she's just extroverted and it is annoying and she was sincerely regretful each time I brought up her mistake of being too grossly sentimental. I felt like a jerk, and still do. I cannot define every person's level of touch acceptance and be a mind reader any more than she. Every time she has been told not to she stops, however, her slipping up kept on repeating though, and by forgetting to address changing this mistake, no matter how many times I brought it up how uncomfortable it made me, she often would get defensive about how her other friends let her always bear hug them, or give them light cheek peck "French style greeting" kiss as a greeting. We could be just foolish pearl clutchers for all I really know, or at least if we were abroad. Petty of me, perhaps, to design what's appropriate in other cultures. It may be trivial and reading into things too much. ... But, at end of the day, I know my limits. She isn't a pervert, or being bad, but yes, she IS very much so too annoying for me to deal with anymore. I have to just accept the dislike that I have is for an innocent person and on the whole, one who's behavior genuinely is completely naively unintentional and harmless. But that complicated feeling of disgust, petty or not, is within my right to still feel.

In my opinion it's a lot more healthy to be able to own that you dislike someone for petty reasons than to do all kinds of mental gymnastics to make everyone you don't really vibe with out to be a bad person actually

[rainrot4me]

Girl dad Toby and my life is yours, PLEASE 🙏🏽

Totally panics when he finds out he’s having a girl. Like deer-in-headlights, thousand-yard-stare, muttering “I’m gonna screw this up, I know I’m gonna screw this up.”

“Wh-What if she ends up dating so-someone like me?” Cue him spiraling while you’re still holding the ultrasound picture.

Turns into an absolute marshmallow once she’s born. All that panic? Gone the second he holds her. His hands are shaky, jaw clenched—but when she curls her tiny fingers around one of his, he goes still. Quiet. Reverent. “She’s so… s-small. God, she’s mi-mine?”

Loves giving her piggyback rides because it makes her laugh so hard she snorts. Toby never thought laughter could be holy until he heard his daughter’s. She tugs his hoodie strings and calls him “daddyo” like it’s a superhero name.

Has zero patience for tea parties or dolls at first. He’s awkward, uncomfortable, and way too impatient to sit still and pretend the pink stuffed bunny is a queen. But the moment she says, “Daddy, will you be the dragon?” he drops to all fours and growls like a beast from hell. She shrieks with delight. It becomes their thing.

Teaches her to throw a punch. He’s gruff about it—“Fingers in, wrist straight, n-no weak shit”—but he’s also lowkey proud when she decks a punching bag with her tiny fist. He’s the kind of dad who will absolutely be at every self-defense session with Kate like: “She’s gonna kick eve-everyone’s ass, I’m so proud.”

Protective doesn’t even cover it. When she’s older and mentions a crush, Toby just glares. “A w-what? You like who? Wh-Who the fuck is that?” He’s a nightmare to her prom dates. Hoodie has to physically drag him away from the front door before he interrogates them with a hunting knife in hand.

But he’s not toxic protective—he wants her strong, not sheltered. He teaches her how to stand up for herself, how to use her voice, how to survive when the world’s mean. He just… also sharpens his hatchets more often when she starts high school.

Carries pictures of her everywhere—in his wallet, his phone, an old polaroid tucked in his gear. Won’t admit it, but sometimes he looks at them when he’s having a bad day. She’s his anchor.

Always wears the bracelets she makes him. Neon rubber, friendship bands, braided yarn with plastic beads that say “D-A-D.” Wears them like they’re war medals.

“If anyone makes fun of t-them, I’ll punch their teeth in.”

She’s the only one who can calm him down when he’s overstimulated. When the buzzing gets too loud and his brain won’t quiet down, she crawls into his lap and puts her little head on his chest and whines, “Breathe, daddy.”

And he does.

Does her hair like he’s disarming a bomb. It always ends up crooked, but she beams when he does it, so he keeps trying. He gets better. He watches YouTube tutorials. Eventually he starts adding little braids or ribbons, and he acts like it’s no big deal—but he’s so proud of himself he shows Hoodie the finished look every time.

Curses the first time she says she wants to be like him. Not because he’s mad—because it breaks him. “You don’t want that, girlie. Be be-better than me.”

“But you’re strong, and you never let anyone mess with you. That’s what I wanna be.”

He hugs her so tight he almost forgets he used to think he’d be a bad dad.

꩜ .ᐟ

[neeeooon]

Hello my gorgeous queen Elle (with insane rizz)

I wanted to make a request if thats alright 😛 Could you do one that's just like your recent bllk fic, the one where they find their s/o's jealousy adorable but with the wind breaker boys? I will show up to your house if you add Sakura, Suou, Umemiya and whoever else you like! 😈👅🙏

Thanks for reading!!💖💖

TOOK ME LONG ENOUGH LMAO but here you go!! bllk version here KAJI ART BY @monraggedy HERE!!!

when they find your jealousy adorable

bf wbk x gn!reader. cussing, crack, fluff

sakura haruka

-> being with sakura is a constantly test on your patience and jealous, especially when people comment on his habit of getting flustered around physical intimacy

-> you were getting lunch one day when a couple of girls spotted you (your boyfriend) and took it upon themselves to approach him. “wow. your hair is genuinely so pretty. where did you get it done?” “are you an idol trainee or something?” “can i touch it?”

-> sakura went red at the attention, and the girls took his uncomfortable flush as interest. when one leaned over to touch his head, you took it upon yourself to intervene and smacked her hand away

-> “did he say you could touch him?” “i—“ “get lost before i get a criminal record.” they scamper off, leaving you with your still-blushing boyfriend. “thanks..” “i hate it when people do that. you can defend yourself, you know.” your grumbly tone made his lip quirk. “but it’s cute seeing you jealous.” and now you were the blushing one

suo hayato

-> suo is so fake, and you find it endearing if not a little infuriating, the latter especially when he doesn’t switch from happy boy to fuck right the fuck off when someone gets a little too close

-> you were shopping for shoes when a boy about your age accidentally bumped into you. he immediately apologized, but something changed when he saw your boyfriend. you could practically see cupid’s arrow sticking out of his back as he trailed after you guys, conversing with your smiley, unbothered boyfriend

-> you tried to be subtle at first. “we’re just shopping for shoes.” “babe, how about this section?” “i’m hungry, we should just go.” but this boy was reluctant. he was laying the charms on heavy, even you got a bit blushy at his compliments to suo

-> finally, you had enough when he offered to take suo to lunch. despite you standing right there. your nostrils flamed as you got in his face and said, “that’s my husband, by the way. and we have a child on the way. so back off before i put my hands on you.” he did not make you ask twice

-> “adorable.” suo cooed at the check out. “i’m glad you think so, because i was two seconds away from breaking his face with my fist.” “i didn’t realize we were married.” “yeah, well, surprise. our child is the basil plant on the windowsill.” he kissed your cheek and held your bags on the way out

umemiya hajime

-> you know umemiya would never entertain the idea or being disloyal to you, but he’s so nice. he cares so much, and sometimes he don’t know when to end a conversation. that’s where you come in!

-> “i’m thinking we could start growing pumpkins now and have an event in the fall for the boys!” umemiya lit up when he talked about gardening or furin, and a woman shopping for flowers noticed. she cleared her throat, handing over a pack of pumpkin seeds when you both turned to face here. “i recommend this brand, cutie.”

-> cutie? cutie?! absolutely not. when umemiya let out an awkward chuckle and rubbed his head, you snatched the seeds and placed them back on the shelf before attaching yourself to his arm. “we’ll find our own, thank you very much.”

-> you tugged umemiya away before the lady could retaliate and looked up when you felt his shoulder jiggle. he was laughing. at you! “what?” you pouted, and umemiya pressed a gentle peck to your nose. “nothing. you’re just so cute when you’re jealous.”

kaji ren

-> a girl on the bus had been looking at his mouth way too long for your liking

-> kaji had his eyes closed, head tipped back slightly, and headphones on as he mindlessly swirled a lollipop. he was minding his business, escorting you home from school, yet this girl would not pull her eyes away from him

-> when kaji swallowed and the girl blushed, you stood up. “can you stop eye-fucking my boyfriend? it’s seriously gross.” the girl ran to the opposite side of the train so fast you would have been impressed if you weren’t so disgusted by her shamelessness

-> only when you dropped back into your seat did kaji peek an eye at you. he grinned at your flushed and agitated face. “cute.” “me defending your honor is cute?” “you getting jealous enough to want to defend my honor is cute.” you humphed but didn’t pull away when he slipped his hand into yours and held it the rest of the ride home

togame jo

-> he’s all patient glances and soft smiles when you drag him around the grocery store, not-so-subtly dodging the employee who cannot keep her eyes to herself

-> you notice her in the produce section. the frozen section. the snack section. it feels like she’s everywhere, and it makes your blood boil

-> as togame distracts himself with some shrimp snacks, you give him a gentle nudge and announce that you’re going to grab something from another section. you don’t notice him following as you hunt for the employee who can’t mind her business

-> “can you not see that we’re clearly together? keep stalking my boyfriend and i’ll go full karen on your ass, i promise.” you spun away from her shocked face and directly into your boyfriend’s chest. “oh! hi, babe.”

-> he squeezed your shoulder. “that was adorable. ‘full karen.’ i’m shivered, my love.” you gave him a playful whack on the shoulder and let him drag you back to the snack section. “you don’t have to be jealous, though. i only have eyes on you.” “ooh, you want to kiss me so bad.” so he does <3

[nakylvr]

— magnolia ✧ D.A

summary જ⁀➴ after two months of being engaged, there are more unexpected surprises that come in the form of two lines on a pregnancy test

warnings/tags જ⁀➴ fluff, dealer!dani au, f!reader, established relationship, pregnancy announcement

substance masterlist

based on this ask

to say you were panicking would be an understatement, because you were losing your shit, utterly and totally losing it. the past three days you woke up rushing to the bathroom to throw up, and you thought you were just sick. until you realized that you were late for your period. then, the panicking started.

you called megan on the fourth day while dani was out running errands, asking her to come over and make sure dani didn't know. she was confused, but she always listened. so within half an hour, she was sitting outside your bathroom.

when you told megan the reason you wanted her there, and showed the test in your hand, she understood why you were freaking out. it was understandable, it made sense.

she stood outside the bathroom while you did the test. both of you waiting anxiously for the results that would come. and when the results came, your heart dropped.

two lines. you were pregnant.

"meg?" you say loud enough for her to hear through the door, your voice cracking.

megan instantly opens the door, peeking her head through before slowly walking up to you. you don't say anything, instead just holding up the test towards her, and her eyes go wide.

"yn..." is all she can get out.

"what am i going to do?" your lip quivers as tears fill your eyes.

"everything's gonna be fine," megan says quickly. "you're gonna be fine. this is–this is a good thing, right?"

"i-i don't know," you answer honestly. "how am i supposed to tell her?"

"we'll figure it out." megan grabs your hand. "you don't have to tell her right now. just when you're ready."

you slowly nod, a few tears trickling down your cheeks. "i'm scared, megan." you whisper. "i'm so fucking scared."

"i know." megan crouches in front of you, wrapping her arms around you and hugging you. "everything is gonna work out, i swear."

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

you were still hesitant on even telling daniela two days after you confirmed you were pregnant. you were terrified of her reaction and how she would go about it. there were hundreds of thoughts running through your head, and you didn't know what to do about it.

sitting on the couch with your hoodie on over your head, a blanket covering you, and multiple tissues around you, you were recovering from crying on the phone with megan. daniela was out on a deal, and you had maybe five more minutes before she would be back.

"it's gonna be fine, yn. seriously."

"i don't know, megan." you say quietly.

daniela unlocks the front door and takes a few steps inside, hearing you talking and assuming you were on the phone. she opens her mouth to say something, but freezes in her place at your next words.

"i mean, what if she doesn't want to keep it?"

daniela swears her heart drops to her stomach, but she tries to play it off. tossing her keys exaggeratedly on the counter and announcing her presence like she didn't hear you. "i'm back!"

you immediately hang up on megan when you hear daniela's voice, putting your phone down as she walks into the living room. she stops abruptly when she sees the state of you along with the tissues scattered around you, her eyebrows furrowed together in concern.

"are you okay?"

you meekly nod your head, fiddling with the sleeve of your hoodie that draped over your hands. daniela walks over and sits down beside you. she can tell you're lying, but she doesn't push it.

"so, what were you talking about me not wanting to keep?" she asks nonchalantly. "you didn't get a dog without asking me, did you?" she jokes.

you don't smile, you're not even looking at her when you quietly say the words. you can see her smile drop the second you say it.

"i'm pregnant."

there's a silence that fills the room. uncomfortable, awkward, the kind that hadn't happened in a while. you contemplate saying something else, play it off as a joke maybe. but daniela speaks first.

"are you serious?" she asks quietly.

you nod, feeling your throat close up. "i-i took a test a few days ago a-and it came out positive." you manage to get out. "i'm sorry for not telling you right away. i-i didn't know what to do."

daniela grabs one of your hands, bringing it up to her lips and pressing small kisses on your knuckles. "this is amazing, mi vida." she says softly. you finally look over at her, and your breath catches in your throat seeing the tears in her eyes. "this is amazing. i can't wait to start a family with you. i love you so much."

"really?" you let out, your voice barely above a whisper.

"of course," daniela says with a nod, grabbing your arm and pulling you onto her lap. she peers up at you with pure adoration and love in her eyes, and it makes tears fill your own. "i'm so happy. this is great. we're gonna have a family, and we're gonna be the best parents ever. i love you so much, so so much. and i'm going to be right here with you every step of the way. i promise." she presses a gentle kiss on your cheek that had a few tears trailing down.

a small smile grows on your face at her words, and you don't know why you were worrying in the first place. "i love you too. you're going to be great." you reply.

"you're gonna be even better." she smiles back at you. "i can't wait."

"yeah, me too." you smile, leaning in and kissing her.

[yuujispunches]

The things he doesn’t say ~ M.F.

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

Summary: Megumi doesn’t know how to deal with having a crush and his strategy of deny deny deny might just cost him everything he longs for when you overhear him talking with Yuki and Nobara.

CW (content warning): maybe some cursing but that’s it, this is mainly just fluff.

AN: I’m back! I finally finished my exams and I’m free so I’m back to writing. I’ll be going through the requests as soon as I can 🤍 English isn’t my first language so I’m sorry if there’re any mistakes. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! :)

Requests are open so feel free to send yours! (you can check the list of characters I write for on my pinned post)

Masterlist

The late spring air buzzed with the hum of insects and the smell of sun-warmed concrete as training wrapped for the day. A warm breeze danced across the open field behind Tokyo Jujutsu High, rustling the sleeves of uniforms and the grass that sprouted between cracks in the stone tiles.

Megumi Fushiguro stood with his arms crossed, gaze locked across the yard.

You were training with Yuji, your laughter ringing out as you clumsily dodged one of his exaggerated mock punches. There was a smear of dirt across your cheek, sweat shining on your forehead, and your smile. God, your smile, every time he saw it, it was as if it caught the sunlight like a net.

Megumi couldn’t look away. Not that he wanted to stare. But it was like his eyes had a mind of their own like his heart was some stupid, traitorous thing that leaned toward you every time you got within ten feet of him. He didn’t even like most people. But you? You made him feel… soft. Stupid. A little terrified.

“Okay.” Nobara said behind him, voice sing-songy. “You’ve been watching her for like, ten minutes straight.”

Megumi frowned. “No, I haven’t.”

Yuji snorted, having appeared beside him at some point. “Bro, yes, you have. It’s getting creepy.”

“I was making sure she didn’t overdo it.” He shifted uncomfortably. “She sprained her wrist last week.”

“Aw, so you’re able to care about someone?” Nobara teased. “That’s cute.”

“It’s not- ” Megumi's tone sharpened. “I don’t have a thing for her, okay? Drop it.”

——————————————————————————

You had just stepped around the back of the toolshed to get a drink from the water tap, coming back toward the group when the words hit your ears.

"I don’t have a thing for her, okay? Drop it."

You froze.

Your heart stumbled in your chest, awkward and loud. You stayed back, hidden by the shed’s corner, not even daring to breathe.

“She’s just a classmate.” Megumi continued, his voice clipped and cold. “There’s nothing going on. You guys are imagining things.”

The air between them seemed to shift. Nobara muttered, “Wow. Harsh.”

Yuji laughed nervously. “Y/N’s cool, though. I mean, I’d get it if you did like her.”

“I don’t.” Megumi said again. And this time, it was more than just annoyed. It was sharp. Final. “She’s annoying sometimes, honestly. Always asking questions, always smiling like we’re not about to die on a mission. I don’t get it.”

You didn’t hear the rest.

Your hands had gone cold, water bottle clutched tight to keep them from shaking. The back of your throat burned as you slowly backed away, heart hammering.

“She’s annoying sometimes, honestly… I don’t get it.”

His words kept echoing in your head. It felt like someone had slapped you, hard.

——————————————————————————

That night, you didn’t come to dinner.

You weren’t mad, exactly. You didn’t think Megumi meant to hurt you, he probably thought he was protecting something, like he always did. That didn’t stop it from stinging like hell.

You sat in your dorm room, fingers curled loosely around a hot mug of tea you didn’t feel like drinking. Your phone buzzed a few times. Yuji, probably. Or Nobara. You ignored them all.

Across the courtyard, Megumi sat outside on the steps of the dorm, arms resting on his knees, gaze distant. Something felt off. You weren’t you tonight. You hadn’t looked at him once after training. Usually, you’d nudge him with your shoulder, say something quietly, something that made the tension in his chest ease.

Tonight, nothing.

He didn’t know why it bothered him so much. Or maybe he did. Maybe he’d just spent so long pretending it didn’t matter that he forgot how much it did.

——————————————————————————

The first time he noticed you was on a mission.

You weren’t like Nobara, loud and stylish and sharp-edged. You weren’t like Yuji, either, overwhelmingly bright, brimming with impossible optimism. You were quieter, not in a shy way but in a present way. Focused. Observant. You asked questions no one else asked. You noticed things.

During the mission, you’d pulled a cursed spirit off his blind spot without hesitation, taken a shallow gash to the ribs for it. Megumi remembered the way your hands shook, the blood blooming through your uniform and still, the only thing you said shocked him.

“I’m fine. You okay?” A concerned look on your face.

He’d looked at you like you were a different species.

Since then, something had shifted. And it scared the hell out of him.

——————————————————————————

The next day came with clouds heavy in the sky, the promise of rain clinging to the air.

You avoided him.

Not in an obvious way, there were still group training sessions, still shared missions but the warmth was gone. No small talk. No soft, thoughtful comments that made him feel seen. No casual touches or gentle teasing.

Megumi noticed.

It ate at him in quiet moments. During breaks, he’d glance over to find you talking with Yuji, laughing but never looking at him. When Nobara dragged you into town for shopping, you didn’t ask if he wanted to come.

And worst of all you’d stopped smiling at him.

One afternoon, he caught you in the courtyard alone, bandaging a scrape on your arm after training.

“You should disinfect that better.” He said, stepping up without thinking.

You looked up, then back down. “I’m fine.”

He hesitated. “You haven’t been talking to me.”

“I didn’t realize we talked much anyway.” You replied, tone even. Not cruel. Just… distant.

Megumi flinched inwardly. “Did I do something?”

You finally met his gaze. There was no accusation in your eyes just quiet resignation. “No. Not really. I just don’t want to bother you.”

That landed like a punch to the ribs.

He sat down beside you, legs crossed, staring at the grass. “You don’t bother me.”

“You said I was annoying.”

Silence.

You didn’t say where you’d heard it. You didn’t have to.

Megumi stared straight ahead. “That wasn’t… what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?” You asked quietly, not looking at him. “Because I was starting to think we were friends. But maybe I read too much into it.”

Megumi’s throat closed up. He couldn’t say it. Not here. Not like this.

“I’m sorry.” He said instead.

You stood, brushing off your pants. “Don’t be. It’s my fault. I let myself think you cared.”

He looked up sharply, eyes wide. But you were already walking away, each step driving nails deeper into the floor of his chest.

——————————————————————————

Later that night, Megumi sat in the common room with Yuji and Nobara, both chattering about something or other while he stared at the floor.

“You okay, bro?” Yuji asked between bites of chips.

Megumi didn’t answer right away.

Nobara narrowed her eyes. “It’s Y/N, isn’t it?”

“I messed up.” Megumi said simply.

Yuji blinked. “Did you two fight?”

“No.” He exhaled through his nose. “But I lied. I said I didn’t care about her. And she heard it.”

Nobara grimaced. “Yeah, okay. That’s bad.”

“I didn’t want you two making a big deal out of it,” Megumi muttered.

“Dude, you made a big deal out of it.” Yuji pointed out. “You went all ice-prince ‘I don’t like her at all’ of course she’s hurt.”

Megumi scrubbed a hand over his face. “I thought if I pretended it wasn’t real, it wouldn’t hurt.”

Nobara crossed her arms. “And now?”

“Now it hurts worse.”

——————————————————————————

The clouds broke open just after you and Megumi were dispatched together on a joint mission outside Tokyo.

A cursed spirit had been stalking a neighborhood near Kyoto, an old manufacturing district turned residential. It wasn’t high-grade, likely a grade 2, maybe 1 but it was slippery and fast, and the higher-ups wanted it gone discreetly. Gojo had paired you and Megumi “You two are quiet and competent.” He said. “No property damage, please.”

You’d barely said a word to Megumi on the train. He hadn’t tried to start a conversation either. The air between you was heavy, like a storm about to break.

Now, trudging through the damp streets just after sunset, the rain soaked through your jackets, making your breath fog and your hands cold. Your cursed energy flickered outward, on alert.

“It’s close.” You murmured, scanning the alley ahead.

Megumi nodded, summoning Divine Dogs. “Split left. If you catch it, don’t engage alone.”

You nodded stiffly. “Copy.”

He hated this. Not the mission, he could handle the mission. He hated the way you moved around him like a stranger, your voice clipped, movements economical, eyes never quite meeting his.

He wanted to reach out. But every time he opened his mouth, the words died on his tongue.

——————————————————————————

The cursed spirit was stronger than expected.

It lunged from the shadows behind a warehouse, fast and wide, all teeth and claws and thick, bristling curses that slashed like wire through the air. You ducked under its first strike, slashing upward with your blade. It screeched, retreating, and you pursued.

Then, too late, you felt the shift.

A second spirit dropped from the roof behind you, small, but fast. Its claws raked your side before you could turn, searing pain flashing hot across your ribs.

You cried out. Megumi’s blood ran cold.

“Y/N!” He shouted, moving fast. Shadows burst outward, his wolves intercepting the small one before it could strike again.

He reached you in three heartbeats.

You staggered, one hand pressed to your side, blood seeping between your fingers. “I didn’t sense the second one.”

“You shouldn’t have been alone,” he snapped, eyes dark. “I told you not to engage- ”

“I had to.” You hissed. “It was going after a kid- ”

“Goddammit, Y/N.”

He didn’t mean to sound so furious. But fear twisted in his gut, ugly and choking.

He moved fast, summoning Nue to stall the remaining spirit as he caught you, half carrying you out of the danger zone. His grip was tight, protective, anchoring, and trembling just slightly.

You winced. “I can walk- ”

“Don’t argue with me right now.” He said, voice low.

He didn’t let go.

——————————————————————————

You sat against the wall of an abandoned convenience store, blood soaking your uniform. Megumi worked silently, cleaning the wound with water from his canteen and bandaging you as best he could.

You stared past him, jaw clenched. “If this is about me being annoying again, don’t bother.”

Megumi’s hands froze.

“What?”

“I get it.” You muttered, not meeting his eyes. “I smile too much. I ask too many questions. I’m a burden. I’m not as strong as you or Yuji. You don’t have to pretend.”

His voice was quiet. “You really think I feel that way?”

“I heard you, Megumi. That day. You didn’t just say you didn’t like me. You sounded like the idea of liking me was disgusting.”

Megumi sat back on his heels, breath unsteady. The rain had stopped, but thunder still rolled distantly in the sky.

He looked wrecked.

“I didn’t mean it.” He said finally. “I was trying to shut Yuji and Nobara up. They wouldn’t stop teasing me. I panicked.”

You stared at him, hollow. “And the part about me being annoying?”

He swallowed. “I was angry. Not at you. At myself. I’ve felt this way for months and I didn’t know what to do with it. So I turned it into something ugly so I wouldn’t have to deal with it.”

Silence.

He looked down, ashamed. “You were never annoying. I lied.”

Your throat burned. “Why?”

“Because I like you so much it scares the hell out of me.” He said, finally meeting your eyes. “You make me feel like I’m not just a weapon. Like I’m allowed to be human. And I didn’t want to lose that.”

You stared at him.

“I thought if I kept it quiet, I could protect it. Protect you. But I ended up hurting you instead.”

Your voice cracked. “You really like me?”

His answer was immediate. “Yes. A lot.”

The silence between you changed. It wasn’t cold anymore. It buzzed warm and uncertain.

You exhaled shakily. “I thought I was just being stupid.”

“You’re not.” He said, leaning closer. “You’re not stupid. You’re brave. Kind. Smarter than me, half the time. You see people for who they are and you still smile like the world doesn’t deserve you.”

You blinked fast. “That was… a lot.”

He blushed furiously. “Yeah. Sorry. I’ve been holding it in.”

You reached for him without thinking, hand brushing his wrist. He stilled, then turned his hand under yours, fingers closing around yours.

Your voice was small. “I like you too, you know.”

Megumi let out a breath like he’d been drowning and finally found air.

“I know.” He said softly. “I just didn’t want to believe it. Thought maybe if I ignored it, I wouldn’t mess it up.”

You smiled weakly. “You kind of did mess it up.”

He nodded. “I’ll fix it.”

“How?”

“I’ll stop hiding.” He said. “I’ll be honest with you. From now on no more running away.”

You were quiet for a beat.

“Okay.” You said. “But that means telling Nobara.”

He groaned. “Please no.”

“She knows.”

“She’ll never shut up.”

“She deserves the satisfaction.”

He scowled. “You’re cruel.”

You smiled, softer now. “You like that about me.”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, he reached up gently, pushing a damp strand of hair behind your ear. The touch was light, reverent. You leaned into it.

“You’re not allowed to lie again.” You whispered. “Not about how you feel.”

“Promise.” He said.

And when he leaned in, tentative but sure, and pressed his forehead to yours, you felt the shift not just in the air, but in the weight you’d both been carrying.

This time, it didn’t feel so heavy.

——————————————————————————

The next day, back at the dorms, Nobara cornered Megumi on the steps.

“So” She said with narrowed eyes. “Y/N looked very happy this morning.”

Megumi sighed. “Don’t start.”

Yuji leaned around the doorway. “Wait- wait. Did you finally tell her?!”

Megumi muttered. “Yes.”

Both Nobara and Yuji exploded with noise.

“I KNEW IT!”

“ABOUT TIME!”

“I GIVE IT THREE WEEKS BEFORE HE PANICS AGAIN!”

Megumi, for once, didn’t snap at them. He just shook his head and let the teasing roll off.

Because when he looked across the courtyard and saw you waiting, smiling that real, soft smile just for him and nothing else mattered.

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[awaxagoras]

exactly 75 days ago , herta called sunday a snarky brat in the 3.2 trailblaze mission and I have thought abt it at least once a day without fail since then .

I find the headcanon [ maybe it’s canon actually ? in my heart it is , at least ] that astral express sunday kinda just follows welt around like a duckling so cute (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

ehehe [ ooc maybe sowwy he’s such a complex character ] I think it’s silly to imagine that for the first few months after penacony, sunday follows welt around because , well , welt is the only one who tolerates him the most (◜◡◝’) [ ooc for the astral express — I think they’re too nice to do that but let’s play pretend ] while he’s not nearly as intense as he was in penacony , it’s pretty obvious to everyone — including himself — he’s still got a long way to go . snarky brat moment ( • ̀ω•́ ) he’s very much out of his comfort zone , but he is trying ! truly , he is . . ! (•︵•)

[ whether ur the trailblazer or simply another nameless is up to u . im indecisive ] he’s quite embarrassed abt the events on penacony . you can’t really blame him . it is kinda awkward to now be travelling companions with the same people you were just , um . . disagreeing with . [ p-please don’t mention the whole grand theatre thing . . he’s sorry ( •᷄∩•᷅ ) ] sunday himself is actually pretty awkward to begin with so it’s not a fun situation for him [ or anyone , really , but it is kinda amusing sometimes to see the ever-so-composed former head of the oak family stumble over his words ehehe ]

as if his situation wasn’t difficult enough , there’s you !! despite the numerous people sunday has encountered in his life , relatively few have stuck out to him [ both negatively and positively ] he knows about you , of course , but the information is scarce and impersonal . getting to be besties with the astral express was not something he foresaw at all , even if they admittedly did peak his interest ♡ [ you miiiight have caught his attention slightly more than your fellow nameless but he doesn’t want to dwell on that . it was embarrassing then and even more embarrassing now ]

tries very hard to converse with you , even though he always seems to forget the words he was rehearsing in his head the moment you look at him (❀´ ˘ `❀) [ he’s been rehearsing hypothetical conversations with you for an embarrassing amount of time . should you catch him spacing out , there’s a high chance he’s preoccupied configuring the perfect response to the imaginary you ] he’s actually quite the yapper , so he may start to recite his knowledge of miscellaneous topics to you when he senses the conversation is at risk of falling off . did you know ? no ? ah , well , it would be his pleasure to tell you , granted you aren’t too busy , darling ? actually , that reminds him of—

he won’t tell you this , but you can call him sunny if you would like . (ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈) cringed and frowned at march 7th’s first usage of it but he doesn’t speak up when you offhandedly call him it [ the moment march 7th catches onto this , she’s elated . darling ?! no way ! ya knowww , she doesn’t mind being a wingman ! trust her ! (๑>؂•̀๑) . . sunday is adjusting his clothing uncomfortably as she hounds him ] hm ? w-why is he covering his face with his wings ? he doesn’t know what ur talking about . u-um , perhaps you can continue talking [ about something else , he prays . . ] over tea ? ♡

[sweetdispatch]

Movie fan - L. Hughes

masterlist | Part 1 pairing: Luke Hughes x fem!reader summary: You and Luke went on a date not really knowing what to expect warning: none

After receiving the message from you, Luke was all over the moon. He felt like the luckiest man in the whole world to this point that he forgot to text you back. The next day when he realised that you didn’t say a word, he noticed that he read the message but didn’t write back. Quickly, he texted you and set the date for friday. 

Luke planned the whole thing. At first, he decided to take you to his favorite restaurant because he wanted to impress you. He didn’t want any locals that he didn’t know. The food was important for him and he wanted the best for you. Right after the dinner, he planned a walk through the park before coming back to the dorm. 

You were sceptical about the date. You didn’t know anything about Luke except for the fact that he had the same lecture as you and he played hockey. You were scared that you two had nothing in common and the date will be as awkward as the conversation both of you had at the party. But you didn’t want to ditch on him when he made you this heartwarming presentation. 

Your roommate was repeating to you that Luke is a great guy and you should give him a chance. You wanted to believe her but it looked like you two had nothing in common except for the classes you two attempted. Day before the date, Luke sent you a message that he’s planning to take you out to the restaurant. You were clueless about the dress code but decided to wear a black dress that was your favorite to wear in summer. 

Before Luke came to you, he went to buy you a bouquet of flowers. He didn’t know which one to pick so he chose the most colorful one. For him, you were a colorful person and when he saw this bouquet, he knew it’s perfect for you. With pride, he walked into your dorm and knocked on your door. You opened them and your heart melted when you saw the flowers. 

“Hello” Luke said and handed you the flowers. “This is for you” He smiled. 

“Thank you so much. C’mon, I’ll put them in a vase and we can leave” You accepted the flowers and let him into your room. You put the flowers on your desk and grabbed a vase to pour water there, leaving Luke alone in your room. He was looking around, trying to learn the most about you. He saw your photos with friends on the wall and your family photo on the desk. You got back and put the flowers into the vase. “Shall we go?” You asked. 

“Of course. It’s close to the restaurant so I thought that we could walk there. Is it alright with you?” Luke asked you and you nodded. You took your purse and locked the doors. 

First minutes of the walk were quiet. You and Luke were walking next to each other but didn’t say much. You tried to calm your nerves and Luke was trying to come up with topics to talk with you. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, you felt alright just by walking without saying a word. When you arrived in the restaurant, Luke opened the door for you and let you walk first. You sat down and were looking at the menu. At that moment you decided to break the silence. 

“What do you recommend?” You asked him while looking at the menu. 

“I really like steak here with french fries. Butter chicken is also great but if you’re vegetarian, risotto with asparagus and zucchini is worth a try” Luke told you and looked at your face. He saw that you were concentrating and looked as beautiful as in the economy classes. 

Luke ended up ordering steak and you decided to try his recommendation of butter chicken. While you were waiting for the food, Luke tried to get you talking. When he was looking around the room, he learnt a couple of things about you and wanted you to feel comfortable with him. 

“I saw that you're a huge movie fan” Luke started and you looked at him confused. “the posters in your room” 

“Oh, it’s actually a funny story. My friend works in the cinema and she was stealing the posters for me from movies that she knew I liked. I’m more of a tv show person” You told him with a smile. “How about you?”

“I love movies. I don’t have much time to binge a tv show so I’m watching a lot of movies. I don’t know if you saw this one but I watched with my roommates The Iron Claw a couple days ago and I really liked it” Luke told you and you gasped. 

“No way. I love this movie. I cried at the end of it. It was so heart touching but also tragic. I watched this movie during the winter break and since then, I can’t stop thinking about it. Might be in my top 5 movies” You explained to him. 

“I told the same thing to the guys after we finished” Luke laughed. “What’s the latest tv show that you’re watching?” Luke asked you. 

“I’m rewatching Criminal Minds. I watched this tv show like three times already but it helps me to study and I always watch it while doing my homework” You told him and he looked surprised. 

“Should I be scared?” Luke joked and you laughed. 

“We’ll see after the date” You told him with a smile. 

At that moment, your food arrived and you started eating while talking. You learnt a lot about Luke and saw that he’s more than just an athlete. He’s a great guy and also really funny. He didn’t even try to be the funny guy but it came to him so naturally. You enjoyed the time you two had. 

Luke was shocked that you were actually a calm and collected person. He always thought that you’re more of a loud and energetic person but you were very similar to him. He loved when you were talking to him about something that you were interested in. He swore that he could listen to you for hours.

“What do you think about dessert?” You asked him when both of you finished eating. 

“Great idea but I was thinking about going to the park and grabbing an ice cream there” Luke told you and you nodded. 

Luke asked the waiter for a receipt so he could pay. You wanted to cover your part but he didn’t let you. You appreciated that but you didn’t want him to spend money on you. That’s why you knew that you’re gonna pay for the ice cream no matter what. Both of you left the restaurant and walked into a park. You felt Luke’ hand near yours and you grabbed his hand. He smiled at this move and now, you were walking holding each other’ hands. 

The walk to the park was quiet and that’s why you pulled out your airpods. You handed one airpod to Luke and you were walking holding hands and listening to music. It was peaceful and both of you enjoyed this. None of you wanted to cross the line and start talking. Just two of you, listening to music and enjoying each other’s company. 

Luke ordered the ice cream for you and him but you quickly pulled out your card and paid for it. He looked surprised at you and acted like you hurt his ego by paying. You laughed at his reaction and he smiled at you widely. Both of you sat on the bench and started talking about plans for the next week while eating the ice cream. 

You felt comfortable with Luke by your side. He hasn't done anything to scare you or to intimate you. He wanted you to feel alright and safe with him and he was waiting for the green light from your side. Luke didn’t pressure you to do anything, he was respectful and you adored that in him. Luke walked you back to your dorm and stood there awkwardly while you were searching your keys. 

“Thanks for tonight. I had a great time with you” You told him and smiled. 

“Thank you for the chance. How about the same thing next week?” Luke asked you, hoping that you’ll agree. 

“With pleasure” You said and kissed his cheek. “Good night Luke, let me know when you get back to your dorm” And like that, you walked into your room and closed the door. 

Luke stood there for a couple more minutes trying to process what just happened. He couldn’t believe that you kissed him. Later, he walked to his dorm with a smile all over his face. His roommates saw how red he was on his face and laughed about it but he couldn't care less. You kissed him and it was something that stuck with him.

[yoomiwrites]

Wanted Warmth

Summary: Timid (gn) Reader likes it cold. Ace, however, is usually way too hot.

Note: As I promised, you will get some of the Requests that sat in my lil box for way too long. Enjoy!

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The sun hung high over the Grand Line, its heat merciless against the sea-salted breeze. You stood with your back pressed against the cool wood of the ship’s shaded rail, soaking in the faint chill the ocean’s spray offered. It wasn’t much — not nearly enough, but it was better than nothing.

You’d been aboard the Moby Dick long enough to know which hours to avoid the deck entirely, which crew members ran hotter than the sun, and which corners offered the most relief. And unfortunately, the one person you couldn’t seem to avoid lately was Ace.

It wasn’t personal. He was... fine, you guessed. Loud, warm... too warm. Every time he passed by, the air around him seemed to climb five degrees, his devil fruit power always seeping off him in little unconscious flickers. His carefree laughter was usually followed by the subtle crackle of heat, like a summer day sneaking up on you in the middle of winter.

You’d mastered the art of slipping away unnoticed whenever he entered a room.

Or at least, you thought you had.

Today wasn’t your lucky day.

"Oi, Y/N! Hiding from the sun again?" His voice floated over before you even saw him.

You flinched, resisting the instinct to step further back, but the rail gave you no room. When you turned, there he was — shirt half-unbuttoned, hat tipped back, and a lazy smile stretched across his sun-kissed face.

"I’m not hiding," you mumbled, eyes flicking away. "Just... prefer the cold."

Ace tilted his head, as if genuinely puzzled by the idea. "Huh. The cold, huh? I never really got that."

You shrugged, wishing he’d step back, just a little. The heat rolling off his skin was stifling, and even the slight shift in the breeze couldn’t save you.

"I don’t hate you, y'know, but could you...back off?," you added quietly, aware of how often you'd avoided him, how distant you probably seemed. "You’re just... hot."

A beat passed. His eyebrows lifted.

"Hot, huh?" The teasing lilt in his voice hit immediately, and your face burned before he even opened his mouth again. "I didn’t realize I had that kind of effect on you."

Your eyes snapped wide, horrified, but Ace let out a laugh. That easy, sun-bright laugh that always made your chest twist uncomfortably.

"I meant temperature-wise," you deadpanned, turning away. "Your Devil Fruit. You’re literally too hot."

"Ah," he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Fair enough."

For a moment, silence stretched between you. Not the awkward kind, surprisingly. Just easy. Warm, even. Metaphorically, anyway.

"...You know," he started again, voice softer this time, "I could try turning it off. The heat, I mean. When I’m around you."

You blinked, caught off guard. He rubbed his arm, sheepish now, gaze dropping away from yours.

"I figured... if you're always avoiding me ‘cause of that, well — it’s not fair. I don’t want you to feel like you have to freeze alone just to get away from me."

Your throat bobbed, unsure what to say.

Ace, who always seemed to burn brighter than anyone around him, was offering to dim his flame for your comfort. The thought made your heart ache, just a little.

"...Thanks," you managed, voice soft as the breeze.

He grinned again, this time without the teasing. Just warm.

"Anytime."

Later the day, the sun had finally dipped low, leaving behind only faint traces of heat on the deck. This was your favorite time — when the ship exhaled the last of the day’s warmth, the sky painted deep blue, and the cold finally began creeping in around the edges.

You lingered a little longer on the deck than usual, leaning over the rail, watching the waves glitter under the moonlight. The evening breeze pulled at your sleeves, cool enough to raise goosebumps along your arms. Perfect, really.

So perfect, you didn’t even hear the soft footfalls behind you until a shadow shifted beside you.

"...Hey."

You blinked, turning slightly. Ace.

But something was different this time. He wasn’t radiating his usual summer heat. If anything, he almost felt... normal. Human. Just another person in the cool evening air.

You stared at him for a second, puzzled, before he gave you a small, sheepish smile.

"Told you I’d try to keep the heat off when you’re around," he said, leaning his elbows on the rail, gazing out at the sea like it was nothing. "Been practicing all day."

The thought made your chest twist in a new way. He’d actually remembered. Spent energy — real effort — on something as small as your comfort.

"You didn’t have to," you murmured.

"Yeah, I did," he replied, eyes still fixed on the horizon. "You’ve been part of this crew longer than me. I figured I should stop making it hard for you to stand being near me."

You swallowed, the words sticking somewhere soft.

The silence this time wasn’t awkward. It felt... safe, almost. And for once, you didn’t feel the need to back away.

You stayed like that for a while, shoulder to shoulder, the cool breeze ruffling both your hair. The distance between you wasn’t much — a few inches — and with Ace keeping his warmth under control, it was almost easy to forget why you’d avoided him in the first place.

After a while, his voice broke the quiet again, lower, more careful.

"...Y'know, you never really talk much. I always figured you didn’t like me."

Your lips twitched into a faint smile. "I never disliked you," you repeated softly. "Just couldn’t handle the heat."

Ace huffed a quiet laugh. "Guess I can’t blame you. But... I was hoping that if I kept the heat in check, maybe you wouldn’t mind being around me more."

You turned your head, meeting his gaze. His freckles were just visible in the moonlight, the usual cocky spark in his eyes softened into something more honest. Something more hopeful.

Your chest gave a quiet, traitorous flutter.

"I don’t mind," you said, voice just above a whisper. "Not anymore."

For once, you really didn’t pull away when he shifted slightly closer, the space between you melting away like frost under the sun. His shoulder brushed stronger against yours — not too warm, not too cold, just comfortably in-between.

"I’m glad," he murmured, and you could feel the smile in his voice before you saw it. "I’ve been trying to find an excuse to be around you anyway."

You let out a small, shaky breath, but didn’t move.

Maybe you didn’t need the cold as much as you thought.

[gabseyoo]

ESPECIALLY — SAKUSA KIYOOMI

content: best friends to lovers, fluff, mutual pining. word count: 0.9k.

Kiyoomi was slouched in the passenger seat, head tilted against the window, hair falling over the side of his face that isn’t swelling. You were standing by the open door, a half-used first aid kit you just bought resting over the dashboard, your heart somewhere in your throat.

Still, your hands were steady—imbued with a tenderness that defied your inner turmoil—as you dabbed antiseptic onto the split skin above his eye.

“Shit.” He muttered under his breath, flinching slightly. “That stings.”

“Someone punched you in the face.” You said flatly, biting back the waver in your voice. “You’re lucky it’s just stinging.”

Kiyoomi huffed out a small laugh through his nose. “That’s a point.”

You glanced up at him, a quiet beat of silence hanging in the car park air. The pharmacy glowed behind you, too bright against the night. Everything felt suspended in this moment—the party, the fight, the adrenaline, the look in your best friend’s eyes when that guy grabbed your wrist too hard.

“You didn’t have to do that.” You said softly, fingers trembling just slightly as you smooth a gauze pad over his brow.

He turned his head slowly, carefully, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your throat feel dry. “He put his hands on you.”

“I could’ve handled it.”

“I know.” He replied, just as quiet. “But I’m not gonna stand there and watch some drunk asshole talk to you like that. Grab you like that. I’d never let anyone disrespect you.”

Your hand stilled against his skin as you looked at the floor, trying to clear your thoughts. The words didn’t feel light. They felt like something that’s been sitting between you two for a long time. 

You have been friends since high school, when you were still figuring yourselves out and somehow kept ending up side by side. He became one of the few people you could rely on without question. He’s seen you at your best and worst, and you’ve seen him just the same. What you had was easy. Solid. The kind of friendship that feels like home. 

But lately, it had started to feel like more than that.

After a few seconds, you lifted your gaze again, your eyes tracing the damage on his face. The split lip, the bleeding brow, the faint redness blooming on his cheekbone. His eye was already beginning to swell. God, you wanted to cry. He’s never been in a fight in his life—but he threw a punch for you.

“Even if it gets you this?” You whispered, your thumb gently brushing just below the cut on his lip. His skin was warm beneath your touch, a stark contrast to the cool night air.

“Especially.”

The silence that fell between you after his response was thick. Not awkward. Not uncomfortable. Just heavy.

“You’re such an idiot.” You breathed, the words trembling at the edges.

A faint smile touched his lips at the familiarity of your words. You’ve been calling him an idiot probably every day in every tone imaginable since you were teens. 

“I couldn’t help it.” He murmured, gently wrapping his hand around your wrist, the same one that the guy at the party had grabbed so tightly an hour ago. “Seeing someone treat you like that—I don’t think I’ve ever been that angry in my life.”

Your breath caught, fingers still resting lightly on the side of his face.

“I care about you.” He said quietly, but not like it was casual. He said it like it meant something. Like it had been sitting on the tip of his tongue for longer than he’d admit. “More than you think.”

The beat of your heart quickened. You knew what he meant, and it felt like thousands of emotions running over you at the same time in a second, because you cared about him too. 

More than he thought.

It hit you all at once—how close he was. How long he’s been here. How your hand was still on his face, cupping his cheek, the gauze pad now somewhere on the floor. 

The next thing that came out of his lips, in a low, almost scared tone, caused you to stop breathing for a few seconds.

“Would it be okay if I kissed you right now?”

Something inside you tipped, like stepping to the edge of something with no way back. A fleeting fear pressed against your ribs. If you did this, everything would change. If you didn’t, you might regret it forever—and you were not the kind of person who liked to live with regrets.

“That depends.” You whisper, a soft grin making its way to your face. “Are you only saying that because you’re concussed?”

He chuckled at your words. “I’m not.” He said. “I’ve been wanting to for a while.”

You lean in first.

He meets you halfway.

The kiss was soft, careful, like a breath caught between years of friendship and something finally shifting into place. His hand came up, slow and warm, settling gently at the back of your neck, like he’s been waiting for this permission. Like he’s been waiting for you.

When you pull back, it’s only just enough to breathe. You’re still so close, foreheads nearly touching, his eyes searching yours like he’s still trying to believe this really happened.

Then he smiled—a small, bruised, beautiful thing. You loved his smile. It was one of those rare, unguarded expressions he only ever showed you. 

“Totally worth the punch.” He said before joining your lips again.

And this time, there’s no hesitation at all.

[insomniac4000]

can you do a fic about chris x reader, where sharon meets reader for the first time on maybe like see it off with becky and reader and sharon both start telling their steamy stories with Chris to kinda one up each other

See It Off. ChrisMD

Hope you don't mind, I couldn't write Shannon mean! So I just had them swap stories and bond.

It was still difficult for you to comprehend you were in demand and people wanted you on their shows and Podcasts. You had only been doing Youtuber for fifteen months, but things had exploded very quickly in that time. You did travel but also you did book reviews; people loved you for your honesty and laid back attitude. One person who fell for it in particular was ChrisMD. The pair of you had meet at a Youtuber’s conference eight months ago and after a couple of months of texting Chris finally bit the bullet and asked you out for a drink, neither of you had looked back since. Recently, after six months of dating you had gone public you had your reservations but on the whole it had gone well. You had slowly been bought into the larger UK Youtube scene over the past month or so and now Becky had asked you to go on see it off.

Originally Becky had asked both you and Chris to go on together. He unwaveringly refused “Look what happened last time I went on that show! Nope I’ve grown to like you and I want to keep you,” Chris commented.

Of course he was referring to the fact that when him and Shannon appeared together they broke up the very next day.

Shannon.

When the message came through from Becky that she had a great idea if Chris couldn’t make you never thought you would read the words Shannon. She wanted both of you to appear together, said it would be a “laugh.”

You had met Shannon twice, once before Chris and you had got together at an event and once afterwards at Becky’s birthday party. She was nothing but kind and gracious, Chris having spoken about you to her a lot. This was on another level though, it rattled you a little but after some assurances from Becky that Shannon was on board and it would be fun you agreed.

“Hello lovely!” Becky’s wonderful sing song Welsh voice rang out the studio. You smiled nervously and gave her a hug.

“Hey, how are you?”

“I’m good, I’m good how are you? Welcome to my pub!” Becky exclaimed, you smiled and looked around the place, the bar was incredibly well stocked and up on a bar stool already was Shannon, a glass of wine in front of her. She smiled warmly at you and waved, you sent a polite smile back but felt the nerves bubbling inside you.

“Want a pre drink?” Becky asked, you nodded silently and followed her to the bar area as Shannon poured a third glass of wine, this one was yours.

“Before we start I just wanted to ask if there was anything maybe you were uncomfortable with talking about? I’d hate for this to be awkward so just wanted to lay stuff down first?” Shannon suggested. You nodded.

“Chris and I agreed we’d talk about some stuff but keep a lot of it under wraps. I don’t know how I’ll feel after a couple of drinks though,” you smile and Shannon and Becky giggled.

You made some small talk but soon the cameras were rolling, hair and make up was touched up a little bit and it was go time.

“Hello and welcome back to see if off with strong questions and even stronger drinks! Today we have a treat for you as we have two beautiful babes with me today in Shannon and Y/N!” The three of you started clapping.

“The pair of you ready to drink?” Becky asked with a small smile.

“Well we’ve already started,” you replied with a smile causing the other two to giggle.

The premise of the video was simple, if you hesitate answering a question you drink. Things started off quite lightly, talking about videos and then it moved onto people you had met that you didn’t really like or click with very much. Both you and Shan had hesitated a little bit with it so you both had to drink a rum and coke.

Then the inevitable happened.

“So obviously you two have something in common or should I say someone in common, a certain Christopher Dixon also known as ChrisMD so I would like to know what has been your favourite date from the little hobbit.” You and Shannon looked at each other and shared a smirk which counted as a hesitation meaning you both needed to drink, it was wine again this time.

“Not a date as such but we went to Iceland and it honestly to this day is my favourite holiday.” Shannon answered while you thought of your answer.

“Probably my birthday a couple of weeks ago. He took me to my favourite play and Chris is not a musicals guy at all but sat through it for me and took me to this restaurant that I talked about once and mentioned it was my favourite meal so booked it for us. He often says he has a terrible memory and that’s true to some extent,” you started and Shannon nodded in agreement, you continued. “But he remembers the things that really matter and is thoughtful.”

“He is, he is always on his phone and it can drive you mad but you realise he’s just jotting things down so he doesn’t forget them later,” Shannon added.

“Okay, next question have you two ever compared notes?” Becky asked, a wide and sly grin on her face. You looked at Shannon again and bit your bottom lip slightly. In the time between Shannon and yourself Chris had made a bit of a reputation for himself for his bedroom antics and you had to admit you were a very happy customer. Part of you had wondered if he was naturally gifted or if it came with experience.

“Not yet,” Shannon’s response caused you to almost choke on your drink, you coughed.

“Is that what you do in the bedroom too?” Becky asked at your choking, the three of your then collapsed in a fit of giggles.

“He prefers the other way,” you replied now feeling bold from all the drinks you had consumed.

“Oh absolutely!” Shannon agreed and the pair of you giggled again.

“You know I can see that the dirty little boy!” Becky added raising her glass , the three women then clinked their glasses laughing between each other and took a sip. The video now became more about the drinking then playing the game.

“So his top shagger status is true then?” Becky asked, it wasn’t one of the questions he had on the card she just wanted to have a bit of a gossip now.

“I mean I never had any complaints even at the time.” Shannon smiled.

“He’s very giving,” you added sipping your drink once more.

“Oh absolutely, he puts other people’s needs before his own. I think he’s always been that way.”

“And he’ll try another once,” you spoke again.

Becky just sat in her way the biggest shit eating grin on her face as you and Shannon continued to bond over Chris’s bedroom adventures.

Eventually the conversation moved to other things but Becky was safe in the knowledge that this would be a good video.

You didn’t tell Chris too much about what had said, he did notice how tipsy you were and you told him that you and Shannon had a good time and you completely understood why he fell for her because she was beautiful and sweet but not much beyond that. You told him his name came up “a couple of times” but he didn’t know how much until the video was  released a couple of weeks later.

He watched it.

Of course he watched it, he was a curious little kitty and when he watched it, it almost killed him. You had to admit you couldn’t remember everything you said that day and you didn’t know what made the edit. Chris was at home, watching it with George which was a massive mistake as he already had lots of ideas on how to make content out of it already. You were filming but the pair of you had already made plans to meet up for dinner that night at your favourite ramen place. Chris was already there which was slightly unusual, sitting down at a booth. You walked over and indicated to the server that you were with someone and sat down opposite him.

“Hey you.” You gave him your usual greeting.

“So, youtube now know I love eating out and my dick leans slightly to the left,” he replied. He tried to look pissed off but he had that mischievous glint in his eye.

“We were complimentary too…” you tailed off, hoping the waiter would come over soon with a drink order. A big one.”

“Yeah. Four times in one day compared to her three and the hour session,” he replied this time his smile growing on his face.

“If I apologise and promise never to do it again will you agree to never take all those things away from me,” you suggested, genuinely looking remorseful.

“Fine. But next time you and Shan bond please don’t let it be on camera.”

You smiled. “Deal.”

[missmargomuse616]

" The teasing part i can handle, just as long as I can return back." Margo replied with a soft chuckle. " I also think of you as my friend too. Although getting used to being around you takes a awhile cause your so powerful but, so far I like being around you loki."

She breathed a sigh of relief after hearing her response. " I'm afraid I might end eating more than I originally thought. Just talking about it makes me hungry, and If I happen to put on a bit of weight than it would be worth it." She remarks as she felt her stomach as it did growl in hunger in that moment.

Nothing was spoken for a while after margo's question. Not wanting to make things awkward or making her uncomfortable. Instead focus on how her body was reacting. She starting to get in temperature so she held her hand up and leaned forward to have a safe distance.

" more power to them I guess, sounds miserable just being in the cold all the time." She said after a beat than starts to chuckle. " oh you would be an adorable orange cat too. Now if I wanted to change into an animal, which would be wild to even think about, which animal do you think I could be best adapted too?" She asked with a grin. Her body was shivering some from the cold from Loki’s hand.

" I think thats enough for now..I'm getting really cold. The hot flashes are gone."

" And its still so unbelievably unreal that I'm actually having a conversation with a god/ goddess. I just don't wanna say anything to embarrass myself too much." Margo replied with a playful tone. It was true that she kept being in awe of loki, every new information she learned about was even more appealing to her. Yet she would admit that the unknown part about loki was a bit scary. Now more than ever she had to make sure to keep Loki’s secret. Not revealing who she was, could be a good thing.

" Sorry, that was rude of me to stare..I've seen and know other women who goes through the same thing. I'm pretty sure once you had you share of delicious food here I should make a positive difference when it comes to putting on a healthy amount of weight." Margo replied with a sheepish look. She most certainly didn't mean any offense by her comment in fact she even with loki being very slim she was still attractive in her own way.

" I will keep that in mind for sure" margo promised the other woman while her eyes were still closed. If anything did get worse she would let loki know even if she didn't like the idea of going to the hospital. Margo took a few deep breaths as the coldness started to have her body shake with a few chills. Trying to hang in there just a few minutes until her hot flashes were completely gone.

" nothing specific really, just wondering out loud that's all" she quickly replied back. She has already revealed so much. Poking for answers of where loki truly came from seems yo be the wrong move. Again not wanting to pry but looking to hear if she would say anything further. If she didn't margo would understand. " sounds like a dangerous place, being nothing but the bitter cold on the daily basis. And you transforming in a cat? I would like to see that some day. I bet you would make a cute cat. If I had to guess black fur with green eyes."

[stagedoor-sobber]

welcome ! ! !

my name is noah, but you can call me pebble, spork, or toad if you want a nickname! i’m open to other nicknames, but only @hiidkwhatimdoing7525 can call me nil/nilip >:3

i’m autistic, anxious and i have arfid

i have some sort of chronic illness, i don’t have any idea what it is unfortunately, but i experience chronic pain, orthostatic hypotension, and fatigue

i’m what i call 75-80% aroace—i’m asexual, arovague, and demiromantic

i‘m queer, and i’m open to any gender!

i’m single!

i'm very awkward, so if i seem off i probably just feel weird about what i've said! i also am bad at replying, so don't worry if it takes me a bit to reply to any messages!

gender is kind of complicated for me, so i generally use either “a fucking formless blob”, just a guy, demiboy and boyfreak, or transmasc.

i’m transmasc, and i use he/they/it pronouns!

i’m a minor—i don’t mind adults interacting as long as we both feel comfortable! 

i will block people if they make me feel uncomfortable, so dni if you’re going to be rude or sexual or violent as you will forcibly not interact!

dni: maga, homophobe/transphobe/queerphobe, racist, ableist, trump supporters, proshippers (i don’t have a problem with others enjoying it but i personally don’t enjoy it!), generally rude people, anyone who supports cringe culture, anti-endo, anyone who judges any religions, farts (terfs)/radfems, and judgmental people! 

besties:

@joellalovestoread @kalied0skull @colequette @reeeneeereee @texasholdemup @very-super-silly @yournormalidiot @halfofmysoulasthepoetsay @banana-catdude @newsies-united @fandoms-you-never-knew-existed @sameena1500 @whynotreinventmyselfeveryday @zombiegiraffe @anxietyandpineapples @linguisticsnerd13 @awful-amateur @nestavadavat @billiethewoodlandfaerie @iliketoeatair @kai-in-the-korner

irls:

@mushroomenthusiast14 @mages-maps-mistakes-podcast @mages-maps-mistakes-dm

my real best friend, companion through life, like actual soulmate:

@hiidkwhatimdoing7525

interests: 

dan and phil

the great gatsby

maybe happy ending

the outsiders

newsies

sharks

hamilton

hadestown

all history but french revolution, 60s, and napoleonic era specifically

robotics (i do fll and kidwind)

gravity falls

jentry chau vs the underworld

the owl house

keeper of the lost cities

riordanverse

be more chill

phineas and ferb

elio

lilo and stitch

noahfinnce

sci guys pod

notcorry

cavetown

beach bunny

music in general

musical theatre 

some fun facts about me:

i want to be an actor, microbiologist, or ichthyologist!

i’ve won multiple world championships!

i’ve been to a cavetown concert, a brandi carlile concert, a beach bunny concert, all in, hadestown, annie, hamilton, six, mamma mia, the book of mormon, the outsiders, the lightning thief, cats, wicked, beetlejuice, high school musical, frozen live, aladdin live, the lion king, the play gone wrong, the outsiders play, and to kill a mockingbird!

i’m actually tall, which surprises people when they meet me irl!

i’m intp!

i’m not religious atm but i’ve found praying (just to the universe) can help me feel better when i’m feeling anxious or depressed so i’m open to suggestions

i live in america (unfortunately) but I speak french!

[sexisbetteronthemoon]

What are their arguments like and who (if either) tends to pick fights more often? Does Lance make Keith sleep on the couch?

they're petty as hell and they fight for fun.

it's Lance who pretends to take offense at the most random things to get the ball rolling bc he's better at improv and Keith is either very awkward when he tries to start a fight, or he accidentally pushes them into a real fight.

it also helps Lance a lot with his little unreasonable neuroticisms. it's like an exercise in which they reassure each other how much they care.

Lance helps Keith distinguish their play fights from real fights by saying, very seriously, “I'm angry at you, Keith.”

that's how Keith knows shit just got real.

Lance knows when Keith is actually mad bc he goes quiet and refuses to look at him.

Keith gets off on how ridiculous Lance is. he enjoys the fight bc he loves challenges, and especially "making up" with Lance. he loves working for "forgiveness" because it's a game to see how fast he can make Lance smile. it's a personal victory when he gets Lance laughing and smacking at him in annoyance for winning.

Keith is aware that sometimes Lance gets a little insecure. and he knows simply telling Lance he loves him won't make it all dandy. so if Lance wants to berate him for seemingly looking at someone else or not immediately kissing him first thing in the morning, he's going to play along.

anything to make Lance happy.

the only times Keith ends up on the couch is when Lance is too annoyed by losing to admit defeat. he tells Keith to sleep on the couch and then shows up two hours later, bodily collapsing upon him to snuggle with him because he missed him. Keith always bursts out laughing when he does this, and sometimes they end up making out. one of them usually ends up on the floor when Kosmo joins them on the couch.

somehow, it's almost always Keith.

when they fight for real, it's nothing like their play fights. there's no tirades, no yelling, not even any screaming.

Lance's voice will lower, and his expression will be dead serious like he's back in the war looking through the scope of his rifle.

on the other hand, Keith will just not interact. his body language changes. he tenses up, especially at the shoulders, and widens his stance, like he's getting ready to receive a physical blow. he withdraws into himself and he avoids talking to Lance. he dodges any attempts and he walks away until Lance finally waits until he's in the bathroom (on the toilet, specifically bc if he's in the shower, he's capable of walking out and leaving a trail of water and soap) and then walks in, closing the door behind him.

“we're talking,” Lance will say firmly while Keith sits on the toilet and sighs heavily bc he forgot to lock the bathroom door again. (this is not the first time and it will not be the last.) he doesn't appreciate being cornered, but it's the only way Keith will actually talk to Lance and not run away.

even when they fight for real, Lance will not kick Keith out of bed. they might still be angry, but they have been thru too much to go to sleep without each other. they might start off facing away from each other, but eventually, they will migrate, either purposely or in sleep, toward the other.

sometimes, it's Keith who shuffles over and wraps an arm around Lance from behind, fingers threading with Lance's.

sometimes, it's Lance who scoots back until their backs are pressed together. and he reaches behind himself to wrap and arm around Keith. it's uncomfortable, and Keith knows this. and he eventually sighs and turns over to wrap an arm around Lance.

they never reject each other. Lance has received too much rejection from Keith to take it well, and Keith still has abandonment issues from the trauma of losing so many people.

sometimes, they both reach out and hold hands from opposite sides of the bed.

they never talk in these moments unless it's to apologize or to whisper, “I still love you. Do you still love me?”

And the other will say, “Of course I do, but sometimes you piss me off. Still, I'd rather you be here to piss me off, than be gone.”

in the mornings tho, the sun's rays will spill through the blinds, and one will wake to see their partner dappled in sunlight. and it's kind of hard to stay mad after that.

they wait until the other wakes, and then they'll talk, quietly and calmly, until it's either solved or they promise to work on the issue more.

[hotnfreshtakes]

i feel like parts of the queer community still subconsciously think of other queer people in terms of like, Queer Points™ if that makes sense. like people will act like a trans woman character is somehow a "more diverse" choice than a trans man character because being trans earns you Queer Points™ and being a woman earns you Queer Points™ but being a man is The Patriarchy™ so it subtracts Queer Points™ and thus following our elementary school level logic this makes the potential trans woman character a "better" choice in terms of diversity

and this way of thinking leads to people holding onto subconscious biases that in my opinion leads to actually exclusionist rhetoric against other queer people. a bi person could get into a relationship with someone of the same or opposite sex, but when applying this fictional logic to real people, you get people asserting that bi people in seemingly hetero relationships are somehow less queer or less progressive than bi people in seemingly same-sex relationships, as if real bi people have to uphold the same standards of "good rep" that we hope to see from fiction.

this is how we also wind up constantly arguing over "but what about the hypothetical cis ace guy or the hypothetical cis hetero aro guy at pride??!?" because someone being asexual or aromantic with no other queer labels isn't seen as "visibly queer enough" to Really Count as queer. especially if the hypothetical guy we're getting mad over is cis.

obviously cis people don't need defending, but i also feel that this way of thinking has made a lot of people start acting very entitled about cis people's gender- rather, people they think aren't cis. if it's a close friend who's curious but hesitant about exploring their gender and you give them a nudge in the right direction, that's fine. but i've seen people become really invasive toward internet personalities and other complete strangers to them, often acting like they know this person better than they themself do, and any gender explorations in the future are always met with "i told you so" rather than "congratulations". i especially see this happening with creators people read as transfem, and it really does feel like a lot of it is rooted in the idea that trans people inherently get more Queer Points™ than cis (queer) people, and that women inherently get more Queer Points™ than men (cis or trans). the "so when are you starting E haha" jokes are so pervasive that when i as a transmasc person started playing a game that was fairly popular among trans women, i had a (cis) friend say, "so like... are you detransitioning now?" as if joking about a trans person being obligated to detransition because of a game isn't transphobic (or really uncomfortable and awkward at best)

no one type of queer person is "more queer" than any other. i am not somehow better than a cis bi person just because im trans and bi. someone who's gay or a lesbian isn't somehow more queer than me because they'll probably never get into a hetero relationship. trans women are not somehow more queer than trans men because theyre women. a cis ace and/or aro person is not somehow less queer than a trans ace and/or aro person. if we dont stop using this extremely basic logic on our community we're never going to actually understand acceptance, because this logic leaves acceptance up to conditional factors. it's so important that people start recognizing when they do this (because hell, even i've caught myself doing it) and start to unlearn this way of thinking.

[icycoldninja]

Hi, I've really been enjoying your writing for DMC and was wondering if it's okay to request something? I've been having a garbage day, and was wondering what Vergil would do if someone he liked was feeling down about their intelligence? I'm not exactly smart, and usually I have no issues with it! Everyone has their intelligence in different forms. But...there are certain situations or moments where it sort of gets to you, you know?

As someone who often experiences Imposter Syndrome, I get it. I'm sorry there isn't more I can do to help you out, but I hope this makes you feel better—even if it's incredibly late.

Vergil x Insecure!Reader headcannons

-Somehow, or maybe because of someone, you were feeling down.

-It's not that they insulted you, but rather, they made you feel like an idiot through some demonstration of superior intellect.

-Or maybe they did insult you and your intelligence, and despite your achievements, you couldn't help but feel as if they were right about everything.

-Vergil isn't emotionally intelligent in the slightest, but even he can tell by the way your face and shoulders slump that you're wounded about something.

-He sits a few feet away from you, watching you mope around in silence, and wonders whether he should say anything or just leave you alone.

-Ultimately, your sadness becomes too much for him to ignore, and he gives you the most awkward pat on the shoulder humanity has ever witnessed, wordlessly encouraging you to share your feelings with him.

-Seizing this opportunity, you chose to do so, and though your sentences were punctuated with a lot of silence and "umm"-ing, you got all your current insecurities off your chest.

-Vergil listened to all of it without saying a word and after you were finished, he held one of his arms out at you, almost threateningly, and stared at you as though he were expecting you to attack him or something.

-Truthfully, he just wanted you to hug you, because he believed it would make you feel better. It did help a little, but a hug didn't really assure you that you weren't a complete dunderhead.

-Finally, after pressing you against his chest for what felt like twenty minutes, Vergil suddenly and very bluntly asked you why you were doubting yourself to begin with. After everything you've done, despite all the proof that's stacked against the notion, why would you think you aren't intelligent? How could you doubt yourself?

-He then proceeds to list every achievement you ever accomplished, reminding you of how capable you actually were, and also frightening you because how did he know that?! Half of the stuff on that list were things you only told to those you were extremely close with!

-While you are feeling better about yourself, you're simultaneously feeling very uncomfortable because Vergil's extensive knowledge of you and your past is concerning.