#i can't take this seriously-💔

[gummysunnybear]

I made this and I completely forgot I did- 😞💔

I messed up early with his shirt 💔

Mooties void!lunar x Taurus au

mootie is @willowshimmer

😞💔

[ysaefinn]

please feed us mommy sugu who is so deeply jealous when you show others your attention, he just can't help it!

-🧙🏻‍♂️

Ok but are you ready for him to cage you in his arms and grab your face to smear a big messy kiss on your cheek??? Are you ready for him to call you his sweet little baby in public??? Are you sure you want him to pat his lap for you in PUBLIC???? Are you ready for him to hold a napkin to your face and tell you to blow ur nose while he holds it bcuz you sniffled ONCE?????? To pull you into his chest and apologize to the poor horrified (hater) person you were having a conversation with bcuz "my baby is getting tired" and ITS NAP TIME????? DO YOU WANT THAT??? DO YOU WANT THAT WITCHNON?????? (Wait is that a wizard?) DO YOU WANT THAT WIZARDNON!?!??!?!?!?

SERIOUSLY THO!!!!! Mommy!sugu IS more prone to jealousy :D so good call anon!!!!! However, he does lose his mind a little bit when he gets into one of his moods TvT His jealousy protocol is to assert dominance over these peasants who will never come close to being as maternal and nurturing and caring and loving as he is (<- his thoughts verbatim) hell they could even be plotting your fownfall for all you know?? Can't trust nobody no more.

[anomura]

so. i've been thinking probably way much about bucky's attachment/abandonment issues bc they're soooo loud to me like he clings to people so hard!!! he wants to be chosen!!! him asking gale "did you miss me?" after spending objectively not that much time apart half joking but half sincere bc he's used to people getting tired of him and leaving so he has to make sure.

And it makes gale saying no to london even more of a Big Deal. and paulina leaving him the morning after even when he asked her to stay!!! and lil kissing him but getting with dye!! and once again feeling rejected in the stalag when gale won't leave with him, won't even entertain the thought of it !! andddd not having anyone writing him letters, possibly not even his family for reasons we don't get to know but probably are a big part of why he has attachment issues

i've already said this but i'll say it again even though he's confident/cocky at times he doesn't... like himself . or has a lot of regard for his own life which we literally see in the show. he was Capital S Suicidal – bc of the stalag obviously but come on he drinks like crazy and gambles and smokes even before things get Really Bad. and the plane wing sceneeeee you don't goad your friend !! not even a random person but a Friend into hitting you if you're a well adjusted individual. And he was ready to give up fr when gale went down. he did not want to bail out with brady!!! AND him risking his eye to get gale a bike (which while yeah crazy yaoi moment . to me also ties into him needing to be wanted/needed so people won't leave him) so yeah clearly not huge on self preservation which at least in my perception is something that stems from self hatred

all of these rejections (even if justified at times) are probably a series of blows to his perception of himself/sense of self and just reaffirm to him in his head that he's not good enough and he is right to expect to be left by the people he loves. and he tries to stop that by clinging as hard as he can and not being expendable/replaceable. but if they do leave he can rationalize it because if everyone leaves him clearly it's his fault, he's the one lacking – which feeds his recklessness and self destructive coping mechanisms even more

[deimosbreakfrost]

I'm sorry but how the FUCK does not liking, hating, making fun or just not supporting Xenogenders/Neoprounouns makes you a transphobe?

[js589]

💕 for shirbert :))

I am going back to my roots and doing kind of an Inflection Point type deal here. "In Which the Porch Scene Still Ends Unhappily (But Also Actually Worse Somehow)", I guess. 😅 Please don't hate me!

(ask game can be found here)

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For all that Anne could not claim any romantic experience—not any mutually romantic experience, at least—she knew what was coming.

A lot of it was hope. Hope she shouldn't be harboring, at that. She knew where she stood; she could never hope to compete with the young woman Gilbert had accompanied to the fair. It just wasn't possible.

And yet, the way Gilbert was looking at her said very differently. He was moving in, seeming very sure but giving her time to back away. Maybe he wasn't so sure. Maybe he was trying to find out.

If there's one thing worse than never knowing, it's going to be knowing and losing him anyway.

Anne leaned back just a little, putting her hand up in a clear signal for Gilbert to stop. Gilbert raised both of his hands to take it, but Anne refused to let it drop.

"Anne..."

Oh God, she should never have let their friendship get as close as it had. She could hear the plea in his voice, and it was going to break her resolve if she didn't end this here and now. "Gilbert, I—"

Anne had had every intention of being firm, but words deserted her entirely for a moment as Gilbert leaned in and pressed an entirely too tender kiss to her palm. He lowered their hands, and Anne was too stunned to do anything but let him. She could feel tears gathering and her throat tightened.

"Anne," Gilbert said gently, "please, say something. I thought..."

Neither of them could actually get the words out. If they couldn't do that, then what hope was there, anyway? "I can't, Gilbert. I can't and you can't and if you don't understand that, then..." Then what? There truly was no hope? Maybe he wasn't who Anne thought he was? Or maybe Anne wasn't who she thought she was?

In any event, it was going to be easier to weather the heartbreak if she did it now, she thought, pulling her hand from Gilbert's before getting up and fleeing inside.

She'd keep telling herself that until she could forget how he held onto her hand until the last possible second.

Maybe then, she'd be able to believe it.

[linagram]

Shun is very anglerfish to me

OHHHHHHH that is so shuncore... it sounds so much like his and eiko's relationship.. hoping shun's guilty verdict and whatever verdict eiko gets won't make their dynamic even worse <3

[iamespecter]

Most normal Springtrap fan

gonna be a lot of these type of posts for a bit

[minecraft-steve]

walked into urgent care for a cyclic vomiting syndrome episode and left with a diagnosis of a cardiac syndrome that prevents me from taking.... my anti nausea

[owe-143]

☆Soda Pop☆

A/N: I couldn't help myself PLEASE-😭🖐🏽 This is rlly short too💔 I just wanted to write for him

Warnings: None

Fluff☁⭐

Jinu x reader!

“You know, staring at me isn't gonna make me talk” You say as your eyes stay focused on your phone. The balcony, usually a place of solo relaxation, turned into a non scheduled interview. You're sat on a blanket, taking a sip from your soda can

Jinu blinks, his head dipping to the side. He hops down to the balcony from his crouching position on the railings. “Maybe I'm trying to read your mind”

“And how's that going? ”

“You're not funny,” Jinu huffed despite the grin forming on his face. You finally decide to look at him. He was bothering you all week. Asking you questions. Following you around. Simply because he discovered you were a close friend of Rumi's

You were childhood friends. And you were the only person, besides Celine, who knew about her other half. So of course you were aware of the Saja Boys not really being a boy group. She trusted you. You'd never let's anything or anyone break that trust

“If she isn't coming to meet you, ” You speak again “She clearly doesn't want anything to do with you” You continue scrolling hoping he'll take the hint. Obviously not. You have to admit, he is stubborn. “Are you a demon as well? Is that why you're so closed off?” He asks. You roll your eyes “No I'm not. And Rumi being one isn't your business” You snap back

Jinu chuckles. A silence sits between you both. He plopped down right next to you. “What're you watching?” He tries to peek but you turn the phone off. He stares at the black screen for a moment “You are almost as secretive as your friend” He hums, thoughtful. You shrug, picking up the soda can again

Jinu snatched the drink from your hand. He finished it in one go, throwing the can back at you. “What the-! “ You punch his arm. The force is aggressive and he whimpers. “Ouch! Seriously? “ He pouts. “Yeah, seriously!” You respond “Can't you go away! Gosh, you're so annoying!”

“Says the one who punched me!” He snaps back

“And I'll throw another one right at your pretty face”

Jinu opened his mouth to fight back but closed it again. His lips quirk up “You think I'm pretty?” The smug look on his face makes you growl. You stand, your fists clenched to your sides. You stomp back into your room, slamming the balcony door. He looks at you through the transparent barrier.

Jinu lifts his hand to forming an ‘L’ with his fingers on his forehead and sticks out his tongue. “How dare you-” You reach to pry the door open but he was gone the moment you looked away. You stepped out into the balcony again, leaning against the railing

You looked below for any sign of him but there was no one. You smiled in relief. You can finally relax now that he's left you alone. Before you make your way back inside, a soda can falls from your ceiling. You quickly catch it. You stare at the drink, realizing it's that dumb Saja Boys one. You look up

Jinu stood on your ceiling, his hands shoved into his pockets. “You're welcome” He says.

“I'm not drinking this” You retort

“So biased” Jinu jokes. He disappears before you can say anything more. The can feels heavy in your hand. You take one last look at it then head back into your room. “Whatever” You shrug, opening the drink and taking a sip. He was definitely the nuisance of the century

But, It's the thought that counts.

[seaborgium-dazies]

I’m sorry for my language but your writing? SO FUCKING GOOD AH-

Anyway sorry for my outburst. If it’s alright I have a request! (It is NSFW)

Can I have Kirishima, Bakugou, Iida and anyone else you wanna put (aged up of course) with a reader who is just super horny

Like no reason whatsoever reader is ALLL OVER THEMMM and when they ask why reader is just like “because you’re hot and pretty and cute and I can’t believe you’re mine” or stuff like that? Anyway it is totally ok if not!

ooh I wanna love that man! mdni

a/n: Thank you anon!!!! That means a lot 🥹!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry this kinda took long to write... The scenarios also derailed a little from the prompt you sent (💔) but I hope u still enjoy!!!! cw: college!au, f!reader, use of "girlfriend" and "boyfriend", making out, dry humping, pet names (baby)

now playing: that man - caro emerald <3 🌊: Deku, bakugo, kirishima, iida

deku:

The softness of dekus bed gave you comfort after what seemed like a neverending day of classes. And yet you were feeling more pent up than ever.

You were sitting pretty, your nipples perking through the fabric of your dangerously low cut shirt. But you really couldn't help yourself anymore.

Deku was enamoured by his notes when you decided to take the reigns. You scooted closer, feeling the heat radiating off of him. You pressed a quick peck against his shoulder, snuggling into his side.

At first deku just smiled without paying much attention. But the bolder you got the harder it was to ignore.

And when you whispered into his ear,

"Do you know what's crazy?"

"Hm?"

Kirishima:

"That I have the hottest, most sexy boyfriend ever."

dekus eyes widened and he turned to look at you. With every passing word the redness on his face intensified. Before he could respond you continued,

"Yes you heard me! You're so sweet and adorable and honestly so stunning"

Dekus brain was already in overdrive from your words but when you kissed his neck and sunk your hands into his hair? Deku.exe crashed.

His mouth was ready to form words but somehow nothing of substance left his lips. You couldn't help but chuckle at the utterly adorable display.

"Seriously I could smooch you for days!"

You pressed a kiss to dekus lips, temporarily melting together. A whine left his pretty lips and you felt like you were ready to combust.

"I can't believe you're mine"

And with those words you emotionally overstimulated deku so much (in a good way of course) that it took him hours to get his heart to stop beating wildly.

You have been watching kirishima work out for more than twenty minutes now. You were deeply focused on the sweat sliding down his defined muscles, all his gasps and groans like music to your ears.

And when kirishima discarded his shirt? You discarded your decorum.

His workout came to an end and he walked over to you, blissfully unaware of your voyeuristic experience just now.

He expected a quick peck to accompany your cheery "hello". The passionate kiss he got instead surprised him.

His lips parted in a shocked "o" and you slid your tongue into his open mouth immediately after.

Your hand found its way to his chest, resting atop of his heart. Kirishima pulled away looking at you as if he was waiting for an explanation.

"Is something the matter?"

You asked him while batting your eyelashes. Kirishima was searching for the right words but ultimately didn't find them

"Your eagerness surprised me...that's all"

"Oh well, it's hard not to be eager when eijiro kirishima is standing before you."

You pressed a few quick kisses to his lips while still feeling his body beneath your palms

"In fact it's IMPOSSIBLE to not be eager when you see such an incredibly hot and stunning person"

"Baby-"

Kirishimas voice cracked as you started pulling him closer, his body pressed against yours now.

A toothy grin spread across his face before he grabbed the hem of your shirt. He waited for your permission before pulling it over your head, peppering kisses along your neck to the valley between your breasts.

He playfully pushed you onto his bed, taking the delicious sight in.

"You're one to talk".

bakugo:

Bakugo was unusually annoyed by your affection today. And even though you knew that he was deep into a uni assignment you just couldn't stop loving on him. But he misunderstood that affection, thinking you just wanted to tease him.

You were peppering kisses onto his neck even after he let out a soft scoff and not soon after, he grabbed you by the shoulders as he vocalized his frustration,

"What's gotten into you? I need to get this done!"

Your sheepish smile made his eyebrow twitch, the look on his face demanding an explanation.

A deep blush painted your cheeks pink as you admitted,

"Nothing... I just happen to think your focused face is cute and seeing you so absorbed in your assignment made me so proud of being your girlfriend...."

Your words flipped a switch in bakugos brain. It's like you deleted all the words floating around and he had no other option but to blush as well.

"What? Are you surprised that I think you're adorable? You can't deal with the fact that you're so beautiful and hot I find it hard to control myself?"

You continued kissing his neck, whispering in-between kisses,

"These veins? And these muscles? ohhh~"

You exhaled shakily into the crook of his neck and a wave of lust tore bakugo from his flustered trance.

"Oh, is that so?"

In the span of a second he flipped you over and pinned you beneath him, pressing open mouthed kissed to your neck.

It didn't take long until he reduced you to an aroused mess, all the coherency zapped from your brain by the movement of his hips against yours.

The way his jeans dragged along the delicate fabric of your panties made your head fall back. And you both knew that you were about to have a very fun time.

Iida:

Lately you've been seeing Iida in his element: coordinating, instructing and sometimes almost commanding. Just the memory of his stern tone made you sigh dreamily and press your thighs together.

The hours of another shared afternoon were passing you by as lustful thoughts clouded your brain. You really couldn't hold back anymore.

You walked over to his chair and plopped down in his lap. Your hands snaked over his torso, feeling his muscles before you decided to nuzzle into his chest.

You scooted up against his groin in the process, leaving Iida dumbfounded - searching for words.

A proud smirk found its way onto your lips since Iida being speechless was a rare occurrence.

"Y-y/n what has gotten into you?"

Without looking up, you asked

"What do you mean?"

"Well... You seem... needy"

Iidas hushed voice made you look up and cock an eyebrow,

"Aren't I allowed to be?"

If Iida face wasn't red already, it sure as hell was when you continued,

"How can't I be all over you when you're this hot? When my perfect boyfriend has these perfect pecs? And biceps and ugh, you're just so perfect I can't-"

You nuzzled into his body again, but something was different. Tense. As if he was holding his breath. Concerned you looked up and asked,

"Are you oka-".

And before you knew it Iida smashed your lips again his. The force of his kiss knocked the breath out of your lungs. Vigorously you kissed him back, moving your aching cunt against his bulge.

The friction made you moan into his mouth. And Iidas flustered state was replaced by something else entirely. His determination and arousal were clear as day when you heard him say,

"Let me take care of you baby".

©️ seaborgium-dazies do not copy, reupload or feed to AI.

buy me a coffee?<3

[miyurimi]

𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙑𝙞 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨 + 𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙗 𝙘𝙪𝙯 𝙄 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 ♡︎

Content: fluff cuz that's what she deserves, vi just being babied cuz she's so sweet and beautiful and smart and perfect and UGH 💔

♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎ʚ🍓ɞ♡♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

☁︎ Vi laying her head on your lap, tucked tightly into a soft blanket while you softly rub her hair, humming a gentle melody soothing her to sleep.

☁︎ Big spooning Vi, rubbing her back and kissing her hair as she snoozes

☁︎ Buying Vi a soft set of silk pajamas and some cute animal slippers

☁︎ Taking Vi to a library just to see how happy she gets, she swears she feels like a child again

☁︎ Patching Vi up after a fight, kissing all her wounds making her smile and blush a little

☁︎ Listening to Vi go on and on about a book she read while you massage her back

☁︎ Taking a nice bath with Vi, washing her hair and scrubbing her back, and having a bubble fight ♡︎

☁︎ Doing her eye makeup and sneaking kisses on her face, making her giggle.

☁︎ Sitting in the living room coloring Vi's tattoos as she watches TV, peeking at you every now and then and smiling at the colors of your choice

☁︎ Making breakfast with Vi, dancing to slow music as you two maneuver the kitchen

☁︎ Watching stupid rom-coms with Vi, staring at her big smile as she laughs contagiously at a corny line that she would totally use

☁︎ Having cute aggression towards Vi, she could be doing anything, and suddenly your jumping on her attacking her face with kisses and squeezing her as she laughs

☁︎ Watching Disney movies with Vi, seeing how serious she gets when they are on. She totally cried when Ray died in The Princess and the Frog

✎ 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙗 ✎

You're in the kitchen, finishing up Vi's favorite meal, you decided to make it when you remembered that she mentioned she hadn't had it in years, not since she was a child.

As your cleaning up you suddenly hear soft footsteps and see Vi from emerge from the hallway, still wrapped in a blanket rubbing her eyes. She walks over to you and lays her head on your shoulder, you smile as you hug her with your cheek. You turn her towards you and kiss the tip of her nose, earning you a small smile. She finally speaks, "Smells s'good, what is it?"

You can't help but giggle at how cute she looks, it's rare to see her in such a gentle state, no stress or fighting. Vi isn't even used to it herself.

"Y'said you hadn't had your favorite meal in years, so I found a cookbook and made it for you" you reply

She finally opened her eyes to you, powder blues looking at you like you're a heaven sent angel (she really believes you are) "You did that for me? Seriously?" she questions

You place a soft kiss on her lips "Of course, I love you, now go sit and I'll make your plate 'k?"

After she's settled, she stares at the food in front of her, she looks at you and smiles. You urge her to try it. She finally takes a bite, you're on edge, staring at her as she chews.

You notice a tear fall from her eye, and you jump to her side. "Vi? Are you okay? Is it that bad? I'm so sorry!"

She shakes her head, taking your hand and kissing it. "Nonono it's perfect! Just how I remember, I just started feeling a little evocative about it, sorry."

You sigh with a hand on your heart walking back to your seat to enjoy your meal. You feel your heart swell as you see how happy vi looks, how at peace she is, you really love her with your whole being.

♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎ʚ🍓ɞ♡♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

AUGH she deserves the world I love her so much

Lmk if I should do more!

[acid-ixx]

IM ALMOST DONE

THIS IS GONNA BE GUT-WRENCHING

Taken from the prequel:

you can't deny the bitterness and the clenching of your teeth whenever you stumble upon a room and see your father and your younger brother watching a movie together.

— masterlist !

help ??!? u rlly are feeding the community with ur fanart 🩷 bruce and damian bonding together despite it only being months since he was introduced into the family literally ruins any sliver of hope and only furthers the longing (name) would have, and the fact that they're mere silhouettes in the art is so <33 erm ignore my suddenly disappearance for a day or two, i was feeling unwell 💔

otherwise, here's something for u because i appreciate everything you send me ! ft. post-kidnapped reader with yan! bruce and damian.

bruce and damian after kidnapping you would not take lightly the diary entries you have written, expressing jealousy and contempt towards your biological father and half-brother, about how it was alfred who had to take the time of his busy day to watch a movie with you instead. when you write about how you wished alfred was your father instead, bruce would not only feel his heart clenching but he'd also need the feel to prove himself better than the past, that he can and will be the only father you would ever need.

add damian to the mix, who had his own bouts of jealousy towards you, who wanted to bond with you in ways closer than you ever will with your other siblings, who felt that deep pit of guilt that he knows he could never crawl out of, with his addled tantrums...

— and you get yourself an overtly clingy dynamic with those two in the same room as you. now, instead of both of them dismissing your presence, the two would be fixated upon your every movement, your expressions, your actions. anything and everything would be documented and if you ate less or talked less, damian would always be the first to comment upon it, and your dad (as you should be calling bruce) would take damian's observations seriously. there's no escaping their grips.

no, you can't say no just now! damian wants to watch animal documentaries with you and that's the only thing keeping him from slicing someone's head off their body! what do you mean you don't want to spend time with them? bruce just needs to have his baby by his side and— no, just because you're over 18 doesn't mean your family would lessen their affection towards you! you're still so young and who knows what path of self-destruction you'd bring on yourself if you're left to your own whims.

the family is dysfunctional enough, so any concept of personal space is nonexistent. it makes everything worse if you'd have to deal with more than two people in the same room... and two very strong, capable, and deadly vigilantes who invites you to watch movies with them isn't very soothing to your veins but those hands that can crush your throats are your family and they make it obvious that you're the favorite, that despite the... rough past they inflicted on you, they'll always love you; so what's the point in denying them?

you'll be squashed between your father and your youngest brother on the couch, with fluffy blankets and your favorite show playing in the background. you express any ounce of discomfort and bruce would immediately ask you what's wrong, what do you need, are you hungry, perhaps? is the popcorn stale? or do you want another snack? he'll pause the movie and ask you with practiced precision, the furrow on his brows and analytical eyes are an immediate signal that all your answers are taken seriously. yet despite his intimidating tactics, despite the lack of light in the room casting a shadow on his face, he questions you with your head laid on his chest and a scarred hand trying to soothingly run through your hair.

meanwhile, damian wouldn't even hesitate resting his head on your shoulders, finding it useless to silently express his need for your physical affection. so he takes it in himself to wrap his entire body around your torso, hands locking you in a grip that provides scorching heat under the countless of blankets you're already wrapped in. sometimes, he doesn't even know that he occasionally nuzzles against your neck, and you have no way to push yourself away from him because the position you're in makes you sandwiched between your father's chest and damian's body. and you can't do anything about it but puff, asking your youngest if he could be so kind to at least leave you air to breath.

he'll merely comply, but then it's your legs that would be tangled against each other next, and it'd be soon you'll discover that it's meaningless trying to attempt to escape their affection.

because really, you have no way out of this, not when everyone suddenly insists that bonding time with any siblings or with bruce requires your presence above everybody else's.

[sqgeism]

WAIT HAVE YOU SEEN THOSE ONES WHERE LIKE THE CHILD(REN) LIKE DISRESPECT (?) THE MOTHER (READER) IN FRONT OF THE FATHER ???? LIKE JUST TO SEE THE REACTION

THAT WITH PHAINON!!!!! (and whoever else you like)

(I'm so sorry for spamming phainon reqs 💀)

love mail — 🍒 ⨾ this crashed mid posting and i had to re edit EVERYTHING. dont pmo.. just a collection of blurbs for phainon in my inbox so they're all done LOL hi if youre the person/people who requested this i was too lazy to make individual posts im saurrey o(T��T o)

(fem reader)

if you and phainon had a child—and they disrespected you—he probably wouldn't take it all that seriously. especially if he can tell if it's just to get a reaction out of him.

aits the little one down, one to one talk. tries to act tough but is so gentle with his scolding that it's funny, "don't ever say that stuff to your mama, alright?" while ruffling their hair. "if you do, i'll have no choice but to take away your cereal. yep, AND the building blocks too. no one talks to my wife that way, not even you."

although in a hypothetical situation where his child genuinely DOES respect angel, he's much firmer, strict. his sweet tone is gone and is playing NO games. ❌️ "you think cause you're big now, means you have the right to treat your mom like that? no way. absolutely not. better sort yourself out before i have to do it myself." he will NEVER have a child that holds any disrespect for their parents. he's locked in

phainon would LOVE it if you were gentle. like on everybodys soul. he'd kill to just be able to fall into your arms and be cared for and pampered for the rest of thw day. his killer combo is the "you okay, baby?", while resting on your lap, and your hands in his hair. BOOM. he's dead.

the next 6 hours are for you and phainon ONLY, mainly with him whining about how even if he's literally pressed up against you that he can never truly be close enough. he wants all of you, every inch and every part. he just wants to be all over you i fear </3

and shy? oh he loves it. totally a tease, going back to what i said earlier, he wants to be aaalll over you. probably likes to squeeze your waist just to feel you jump against him, it's his favorite reaction. and he doesn't mind the fact that he probably leads most of the conversation, but he loves to hear you speak. there's this air of grace yet humility to it that he can't get enough of.

absolutely smitten, i say. every and any version of his angel.

clumsy in the more hurtful type, phainon's probably the same. he likes to joke that it makes you two interlinked, 'sharing the pain' he says. but he also makes a great effort to stop you from bumping into things, keeping his hand on your head when you go underneath tables, pulling you away if you're about to run into something, all of that. he's probably just more cautious, and definitely makes sure to leave the big *sword he carries around at home when he's visiting.

'healing kisses' are also a pretty big thing he does, but it's really just an excuse to kiss you. he'll bandage you up and kiss the wounded area a couple of times to 'heal' you, and you play along with his little antics because you love him and it's cute. and what other reasons do you need when it comes to phainon?

(the wording kind of confused me 💔? sorry anon!)

he laughs, but not mockingly, as it's mostly in awe. he thinks you look great! not much of a difference, so he wonders why you make your life intentionally harder by not wearing them. makes sure to reassure you that you look perfect no matter what you choose to wear, but definitely suggests going back to using your glasses. he doesn't really care either way LMAO but please wear your glasses 💔

yeah, he probably would. flops ontop of you when hes exhausted and falls asleep a lot. probably wouldnt flirt with a blahaj, even if it was you, but he isn't leaving you to fend for yourself so i guess that's something!

i could see phainon being a kid with horrible acne, just the worst when he was a teenager. so if you're insecure about yours, he totally understands that. he offers a skincare routine that will hopefully help, ease the pain, stuff like that. but also he just thinks you're beautiful regardless to how your skin makes you feel. and when you don't love yourself, that just means phainon has to love you harder. which he reaaaally doesn't struggle in doing.

he is also very careful with touch! making sure to always have clean hands to hopefully not worsen the acne or anything like that, always trying to help you feel confident.

© sqgeism or wtv (^_^;)

[rueclfer]

hi rue .. i’m kinda shy to ask this but can you please do a small drabble of the reader and touya arguing (not quite intense) & touya keeps replying with “no maam” or “yes maam” every time the reader asks questions 💔💔

🚬 oh i could kiss you rn. mhm. thank you sweet anon i stayed up at 2am writing this heh

fratboy touya get out of my heaaddddd

yes ma'am // touya todoroki

the puddles beneath your feet splash against your bare calves with every step.

"for fuck's sake, stop walking so fast." touya's voice calls out from behind you as you turn the corner of the street. the heavy bass of the house party you ran out of slowly drowned into nothing as the rain hit your body.

it was nearly 12am, and the downpour was only getting stronger. your fingers shook as you pathetically rubbed the sides of your arms, hoping to muster up some heat from the friction.

touya reaches out and grabs you by the shoulder, pulling you back towards him.

"you seriously mad at me? after i just poured my heart out for you?" he half-chuckles. "c'mon now sweetheart, at least reject me to my face."

"poured your heart out?" you scoff, forcibly facing him. "what kind of a fucking confession involves punching a random guy in the teeth?"

"that dumbass had it coming to him with or without the confession." he rolls his eyes.

"touya." you shake his hand off of your shoulder. "you can't go around starting fights just because you can't use your words."

"didn't i, though? made it very clear you were off limits." he shrugs, a hint of satisfaction gleaming in his eyes.

you glare at him, crossing your arms over your chest as you let a silence fall over you with the droning of the rain.

touya brings a hand up to push his soaked hair back from falling into his eyes. he blows out a breath of air in defeat.

"i'm sorry, okay? don't be upset."

you take a step forward, leaning in just mere inches from his face. touya bites back a smirk as his cheeks grow hot from the proximity.

"you will go back inside and apologize."

his eyes follow the rain droplets trailing down to your lips.

"yes ma'am."

"you will find me some dry clothes."

his gaze continues to follow down the soaked t-shirt clinging to every curve of your body.

"yes ma'am."

"you will take me home."

touya licks his lips, letting the cold water on his lips grow hot against his tongue.

"yes ma'am."

you step back, watching his eyes flicker between your eyes and lips, counting all of the droplets that slip from your chin and eyelashes.

"are you listening to me?" your face grows hot.

"mhm. yes ma'am."

"and when we get back my apartment, you're going to properly use your fucking words and tell me how you feel. okay?"

touya reaches his hand up to tuck a stray soaked strand of hair behind your ear, letting his thumb graze against the side of your jaw.

"yes ma'am." he slowly nods his head, knowing that the moment he's alone with you, he'll be using more than his words.

-

touya tags: @kaldurahms-lover @moonchild701 @themultifandomgirl @devilslittlehelper @porusuniverse @ratatellie @katbug37 @ggriwm @moonlitmorganite @bitchyfestivalbouquet @touyas-wife

[aakaneeee]

LORDY LORD

ALNST OC Profile: Naz

Birth Date: 0206 (Aquarius)

Age: 26

ID: 098233

Body: 170 cm/56 kg

Affiliation: Anakt Garden

Likes: Drums (hitting inanimate objects in general), Yapping, Akane

Dislikes: Heights, Being Without Akane, Seriously Where Is Akane She Will Start Killing People

Special Talent: Making tiny houses with rocks and sticks

Fun Facts:

-She/they pronouns

-Her guardian, Ebej, taught her that she has to be the loudest to be heard in everything she does

-They got in trouble at Anakt Garden frequently for being difficult with other kids, taking their things and throwing tantrums if something happened that she didn’t like

-When she gets really upset, she stops talking entirely, which only lands her in more trouble

-She has a hard time with the others even though she wants to be liked

-She finds happiness in small, simple things

-Ebej finds their mercurial emotions interesting, so he never taught them how to regulate them

-They’re very competitive with everyone but Akane. She pretty much lets Akane win everything because she likes it when Akane wins more than when Naz wins.

-Can be childish even as she gets older but cares deeply about those around her

-Say what you want about her, but she’s very authentic. Unabashedly herself.

-She used to have a speech impediment, but it was trained out of her early on in Anakt Garden

@aakaneeee Observe and lmk if she’s a good fit 👀

[fyuyushia]

Capture Target: You!

Jinah's getting suspicious! She asks why he's suddenly bothering to dress up, Jinwoo argues it's not unusual.

Link to the Masterlist

I'm so sorry for the long drought folks I was suffering from writer's block💔💔

Jinwoo stares at his reflection, scrutinizing every single mishap he notices. Fixing his hair for the umpteenth time, he clicks his tongue in annoyance.

He didn't peg himself to be the type to worry about appearance too much, but the system. As always, the system, had caused him to overthink this matter too much.

[Tip: make sure to dress accordingly! Lack of care will cause a loss of points. Dun dun dun dun]

Was this enough? Did he look decent? Certainly this won't warrant a loss of points. Hopefully.

This would only be a casual meet up at the park, a moment of respite for you two who've been swaddled with work these past few days. You'd finally be able to pet the bears and he'd finally be able to see you—and by that he means to see how this new dynamic would affect your conversations with him.

Meeting you meant more AP—more AP meant he could clear the quest faster and get the rewards faster(said rewards were skills and a weapon with cringe-worthy names that didn't quite match his aesthetics. But it's fine, Jinwoo's not picky. If what he gets are functional then he doesn't care about the name.)

It's only that. Really. Only that.

He stares. Really stares.

Jinah walks in at just the right time. And she—gasp—sees her brother looking at himself in the mirror. Checking himself out and get this—he actually made an effort to look presentable.

He's fixing his hair and collar and everything—picking apart everything wrong that the mirror reflected back to him.

Jinah thinks it's the end of the world. But does she show it? Of course. Of course she does.

"What are you doing?"

Jinwoo hums, not at all bothered by her presence. "Do you think I look good?"

Jinah recoils—physically, spiritually, and emotionally recoils—like her brother had just bit her and admitted to being a zombie in disguise. She lets out a loud gasp, tumbles backwards five steps, and puts a hand to her chest in a dramatic fashion.

"You... I can't believe it—you actually looked at yourself in the mirror! You're actually trying to look good!" She narrows her eyes, clutching the doorknob to balance herself after the damage the sight had just given her.

"Mom! Jinwoo's being possessed! I can't believe this!" She cries, half teasing half serious.

Jinwoo deadpans. Really now? He's asking very seriously here—he does not want to be met with Jinah acting like it's something that only happens once in a blue moon. He does take care to look decent—just not with this much effort.

The effort he put wasn't even that much—atleast he thinks so. Did he overdo it? He looks at the

"Stop being dramatic and just answer me."

"I can't—" she grits her teeth. "Is the world ending? You've been acting weird lately!"

Jinwoo takes a deep breath, and exhales through his nose. Dealing with Jinah's antics was always a new experience.

He doesn't answer, only stare at her and wait for her to finish her theatrics and give him actually decent advice.

When she finally slows her breathing into a calm rhythm and stands upright once more(it took a lot of time. Now he's worried about keeping you waiting despite it being 30 minutes before the agreed meeting time.) she dons a serious expression—lips curled into a thin line as she furrows her brows.

"You're serious?"

He nods. Straightens his back, and begins to expect her judgement—trusting her to be the more fashion conscious of them two.

Jinah hums, hand on her chin as she scrutinizes him, grading his outfit like a master designer.

"You look..." She pauses, waiting for dramatic tension.

"Decent." She beams. "You look like a normal human being for once. That's the best you can do and that's fine!"

Jinah grins, patting him on the shoulder with a reassuring slap. "You'll be fine. You have your personality. You're a good man—you'll woo whoever you're gonna go on a date with."

Jinwoo stiffens, not visibly, just slightly noticeable. "It's not a date." He narrows his eyes, leaning down as Jinah musses up his hair wait purposeful strokes to allow her easier reach.

"Mhm of course it's not." She did not sound convinced. "You wouldn't be looking like you were trying to impress someone if it was."

"You don't sound convinced."

"That's because I'm not."

Well, that was fast. An exasperated sigh leaves him in the midst of a defeated smile.

"Tell me honestly: who are you going out with?"

And there came the million dollar question.

Whilst on the outside he remained cool and relaxed—every bit the description of level headed. But Jinah knew her brother—and she would not be fooled by any attempts at hiding something from her.

Especially a romantic partner.

"Just someone." Jinwoo says. It's safe. Easy. Normal. At least he thinks it is—he wouldn't know, he's not one to indulge in romance.

Jinah narrows her eyes. He can already feel the clock chiming to his death. "Someone? Just someone?"

He holds his breath. "Yeah."

"And that someone made you actually look at yourself in the mirror and bother looking presentable—which you only do during parent conference meetings by the way—and even bother to ask me 'how do I look?'"

Well, technically it was the system pushing him to look decent—not him. It's not entirely done out of his own volition. "That's not relevant."

"Not relevant? Really?" She crosses her arms, leaning against the doorframe with a smug grin. "Really now? Really? Seriously?"

Jinwoo sighed, already regretting asking her. He glances at the time—worrying that he might be late to the agreed time—fortunately, he still had at least half an hour before the agreed meeting. And though this meant he was already preparing an hour before the agreed time—we don't dwell on that. Just don't.

"It's just a meet up with a long time friend, that's all."

"Oh really?"

Jinwoo glances at his watch once more—playing the role of someone rushing and nearing the late status in hopes of getting his sister of his tracks.

Fortunately for him, it worked. Unfortunately for him—it only delayed his suffering until much later. Something Jinwoo would come to regret after returning from the da—hang out.

It's a hang out.

"Alright, I'll let you go for now." She emphasizes the last word—making sure he understood that this was not done out of willful ignorance. "But when you get back..."

Jinwoo's already out and about and ready to leave, refusing to dwell where his sister stood out of fear that she might start dissecting everything, he's done that's remotely suspicious in her view.

Jinwoo walks away from his room and bids a short goodbye to his mother—quick to get away as far as he could without appearing too desperate.

Sung Jinwoo arrives just ten minutes before the agreed meeting time.

Perhaps a bit too early, but his mother would approve—it's rude to make people wait after all.

In the meantime, he looks around the park. Open and windy, not overcrowded with people—but it wasn't entirely deserted either.

Letting out his ice bears in an open place is bound to spell trouble. Though they're harmless, the civillians might think otherwise and cause unnecessary trouble by stirring up unease.

Realizing this, Jinwoo summons Beru, tasking him with searching for a less open place that's not too far from the park. Whilst Beru busied himself with searching, Jinwoo occasionally backreads through your messages.

[Note: You haven't finished skimming through old history!]

A window pops out randomly, showcasing a picture of his old phone below.

He quirks a brow, confusion first, then cones recognition.

Ah—the phone he got a few weeks back.

Looking back now, his whole endeavor of bothering to take his old phone to learn what would be the perfect first message to send seems ridiculous. Why did he do that again?

He stares at it thoughtfully. He never did get to finish backreading—too busy talking with you through texts instead. Not reminiscing about history, but creating another memory.

The old phone was left to rot in his inventory once more, forgotten once he had the present you to talk with.

However, clearly that was the wrong move when the system themselves told him to continue reading through it.

Was the content written and kept inside truly that important? A question for the ages—waiting to be answered.

"Ah, Jinwoo!"

Jinwoo looks up, already putting a face to the voice calling. His assumptions are not proven wrong as your figure graces his peripheral, rushing to him with an easy smile.

"You're here early."

He returns your smile, his posture fixing itself when the person he has to impress—for the sake of the quest of course—arrives at last.

You take a glance at your time, then place your attention back on him. "Did I make you wait long? There's still five minutes left so I thought I still had time. Did I get it wrong?"

"No," he answers. "I just got here myself. I didn't want to keep you waiting."

A blink, and you don't deny the little butterfly creeping inside you.

"Ah, is that so?" Offering him a closed eye smile, you ease into the scenario at hand.

[Achievement unlocked!]

[Gentleman series: Don't keep them waiting!

      Arrive earlier at a date before the agreed time.]

Fortunately for the dark haired man, he's gotten used to sudden pop ups induced by the system—enough to not let his eyes drift over it and possibly risk being seen as schizophrenic by you.

Jinwoo feels your gaze sweep over him—and that alone was enough for him to fix his posture and more subconsciously. How silly, it's not as though he'd take your evaluation to heart.

"You look like you're dressed to impress." You comment, tone cheery.

Your words—something he hadn't expected—made him pause. Was that negative..?

He looks at the window showcasing your affinity rate.

[28 ( + 0.5 )]

It doesn't look negative—and he hopes it isn't negative. However, the comment does make him ponder.

He reflects on himself. Hair slicked up, a button down shirt that matched his slacks, and clean leather shoes instead of the usual sneakers he wore to dungeon raiding.

All this dressing up for just half a point?

Ah.

Jinwoo tugged at his collar, heat crawling up his neck as he realized he looked like someone who was about to deliver a TED talk. In a public park. Worse: with bears that weren't quite bears. Even worse: with you as the sole audience.

Closing his eyes, Jinwoo comes to realize that his greatest wish might be to wring the neck of whoever made this wretched system and demand payment for humiliation instead of something grand like saving the world.

"Too much?"

Your brows lift. "Hm? No, no! It's fine—it looks good!" You quickly reply, waving your hands in defense. "It's just—you look like someone trying very hard to impress at a blind date. Or maybe attend a press conference."

Blinking, he brushes off the creeping shame upon noticing the difference in outfit. "That's specific."

Whilst yours remained comfortable and easy to move in, his clothes—in your words—seemed more like him preparing for a formal meeting. Dreadfully enough—even looked like he was preparing for a blind date. He regrets letting the system get into his head—how foolish.

He should've just worn the damn sneakers.

Jinwoo makes a mental note to never listen to the system from this point on.

"So," you bounce on the balls of your feet, hands clasped together in barely contained excitement. "The bears. Where are the bears? Let me see the bears."

"You sure are excited." He quirks a brow, amused by your enthusiasm. "Calm down they won't run away."

"They won't." You nod. "But every minute spent not burying my hands in their fur is a minute wasted!"

You beam. Then promptly pause. Stiffly—robotically—you tilt your head.

"Wait. Do they have fur?"

Jinwoo stills and ponders your words. Did they have fur?

He thinks back to his previous encounters with the ice bears. Their initial form had one—but did their shadow forms have them? He hadn't really called upon them since he had kaisel—but did they?

"They do." I think. He hoped they had one—they better have one.

"Great! More immersion! I was worried they'd just be whispy shadows I can't touch."

"You don't have to worry about that—you can hold them just fine." I think.

My king—I have arrived, bearing forth great news! I’ve located a sufficiently isolated clearing fit for noble beasts such as our ice bears to frolic and for milady to pet their great heads without inciting civilian panic!

Beru's voice rings inside his head like a medieval notification. Without ceremony, he nods discreetly and shifts his attention towards you.

Jinwoo clears his throat. "I found a private spot not far from here—if it's alright with you let's go there."

"Private? Why?" You perk up, tilting your head. "You're not planning on murdering me in broad daylight in the guise of privacy, are you?"

"That's dramatic even for you." He deadpans, flicking you in the forehead—careful with the force.

Yelping, you bite your tongue as he chides you for your overactive imagination. "That was uncalled for!"

He looks at his shadow for a split second, and then back to you, then towards the people lounging and exercising in the park. "This place is too open. Letting my shadows out here would likely cause public disturbance."

You hum, rubbing the spot he flicked with aggression. "That makes sense. If everyone saw just how cute they are it would certainly crowd he park."

"No, I think it would be chaotic for other reason." He deadpans, watching you nod along as if he said something deeply profound.

"Well? Lead the way!"

Jinwoo's gaze lingers on you for a moment made too long. Then, smoothly, he takes his stand beside you.

"Hold still for a sec."

Before you can ask why, an arm already wraps itself around your waist, loose but firm, and effectively bringing you closer to him.

You gasp, reeling from the sudden closure. Heat rose up your cheeks, eyes wide when he wordlessly wrapped an arm.

"Huh?!"

It all happened in a flash. One moment, you were being pulled closer by Sung Jinwoo, and the next, you suddenly felt like you were sinking down the ocean as gravity brought you down the ground. You instinctively squeezed your eyes shut, feeling yourself submerge in a sea of darkness before abruptly rising up on the shore once more.

"You can open your eyes."

A beat—or two—passes before you reluctantly peel one eye open, heart thrumming both from the proximity and the sudden usage of magic.

He pulls himself away, taking a step back further from where you stood(shame). Your legs felt wobbly at first, a sense of vertigo washing over you as you regained your balance.

"What was that?" Came your question after a few rounds of checking if you were alright and not dead. "I feel like a cat who just got thrown in a cold bucket."

Jinwoo—traitorous Jinwoo—tilts his head as if you were the odd one for not adjusting faster.

"A shortcut. The way from here to there was quite lengthy—I assumed you'd appreciate arriving here faster." He pauses, acting like he just realized that ah, maybe he should've asked beforehand. Right—there's such a thing called consent. Truly horrible of him to forget. "Was I wrong?"

"A warning would've been good! And you still haven't answered the question by the way."

"What question?"

You cross your arms, trying to hide the way your knees are still trembling under you. "What was that? I thought you were just going to walk me over. Not whatever just happened!"

He blinks, and then does the equivalent reaction of eureka hitting a genius from the olden times. "Ah—that was shadow exchange. Just a transportation spell, it's nothing important."

Your mouth gapes open. Now in normal circumstances—that would indeed be normal. He's an S rank hunter so of course it's expected for him to have some tricks up his sleeve. However, you weren't a hunter; you were just a regular person who didn't have a lick of mana inside you to use magic. So of course, it surprised you. Immensely.

"Normal? Nothing important? I felt like I was being kidnapped into some sort of dimensional rift!"

A shadow twitches near his foot—Beru, no doubt deeply insulted by your phrasing. How dare you crudely describe something so...marvelous? So skillfull? So majestic?

Though you might own the favor(you don't. Jinwoo tells him it's not like that but who cares. The heart wants what it wants and Beru presumes to know his king a lot. Enough to recognize his yearning at least.) of his king—that doesn't mean you can just crudely word the fantastical prowess of his own master!

Jinwoo ignores Beru's tantrum entirely. In spite of Beru's immature raging, Jinwoo appeared sheepish in front of you.

With a hand rubbing the back of his neck, he gives an awkward grin. "Sorry—I'll make sure to warm you next time."

Next time?

That's implying there'd be a next time, and you don't quite like the way he phrases it so easily. You don't quite like the way your pulse quickens at such simple words either. Traitorous heart.

How dare they feel something? Hope for something?

"Just give me the bears." You huff out, feigning ignorance to your very own feelings.

[31 ( + 2.5 )]

Yet little did you know that all your attempts at keeping things secret actually did little in hiding your bubbling affection.

"Stop talking as if they're illegal goods—that sounds shady."

Jinwoo feigns ignorance at the popping windows. He feigns ignorance to the small skip to his heartbeat that suddenly erupted—chalking it up to simple surprise.

He's anything but straightforward when it comes to his feelings.

Because you were a friend. A dear friend from his past. A dear friend he's pined for in the past—a dear friend who didn't reciprocate his feelings, nothing more, nothing less.

So even when he summons the bears with a sigh when you ask nicely, so even when you quickly swoon and go heart eyed for the roguish looking bears, he only takes a deep breath and sinks everything he feels down the drain.

"Aww cute little bears!" He watches you coo over a bear of your height as it crouches, and twice the more taller when they stand with a deadpan. "Are you hug friendly?"

A nuzzle of their nose on your hand makes you giggle. "Of course you are!"

[34 ( + 3 )]

No, he wasn't smiling. Damn it.

He just found an aspect to exploit to hopefully grind affection.

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