#kira (composer)

[dailyenglishvoca]

Today's song is WILDCARD by KIRA featuring the Synthesizer V voicebank Kasane Teto

Content warning: flashing/flickering lights and images

[totheidiot]

love misa. she never does that weird dramatic flick of the wrist insane motion that light and mikami does when they're writing on the death note. she is so normal about it, what i love to see.

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3rd division gets in a fight with an especially nasty Hollow. Everyone is still adjusting to Rose, both because they're fucked up from Gin and because Rose is a Visored and they've been warned either by the Central 46 or the rumor mill (or both) that he is Strange And Dangerous And Unpredictable.

Anyway, this nasty Hollow manages to grab Izuru and tries to twist his head off, but it's not accounting for Possessive Hollow Instincts. All captains are protective of their lieutenants, certainly, but Rose, Shinji, and Kensei are... a little more feral about it. (Kensei feels Some Kinda Way about the fact that Shuhei got a copy of his tattoo on his fucking FACE, but that's a post for another time). Anyway, Rose loses his whole entire shit and fucking annihilates this Hollow.

And as much as the rest of the gang appreciates that this very nasty Hollow (that was THOROUGHLY underestimated in the mission brief) is dead now, they're also real skeeved out by seeing their new captain in full spooky bird man mode. Everybody is now avoiding Rose even more than they already were. Except Izuru, who (isintoit) says some poetic shit about how a monster is not necessarily monstrous, and doesn't battle make everyone a monster, and maybe people fear battle not just because they fear being hurt but because they fear who they become when they are hurt and blah blah blah. And THAT’S how Izuru and Rose decide they adore each other.

[cranberrvv]

the bet gala

pairing # yumeko jabami x kira timurov plot # yumeko and kira go to the bet gala contains # smut , switch / yumeko , switch / kira , tension , degradation kink. word count # 1.6k authors note # praying this gets to the right audience, yumekira shippers PLEASEEEEE find this!

yumeko huffs as she steps through the ballroom doors. her eyes scan the room, sharp and calculating, as if investigating every detail. composed, careful.

kira is already seated at the center of the student council’s long table, overseeing the crowd like a queen on her throne. her blue eyes scan across the ballroom-until they stop, locked on yumeko.

her breath hitches.

her gaze travels down yumeko’s body-the red sparkly dress hugging her figure, the deep slit revealing a glimpse of her thigh. kira lets out a shaky breath, openly staring.

“you’re staring,” suki says, giggling beside her, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“fuck off, suki. i was doing no such thing,” she snaps, frowning.

he raises his hands in mock surrender and backs away, smirking.

when kira looks back, yumeko is gone. she blinks, confusion flickering in her eyes. she stands abruptly, scanning the room. nowhere. with a huff, she crosses her arms and sits back down, annoyed.

music begins to play. slowly, couples move to the dance floor, arms intertwined as they sway to the soft rhythm.

and then—she sees her.

yumeko.

dancing with ryan.

her arms wrapped around his neck.

kira’s jaw tightens. why is she dancing with him? a housepet? she thinks bitterly, though her face remains composed.

yumeko glances back at her and winks, lips curved in a smirk, clearly enjoying the reaction she’s getting from kira.

yumeko knows kira too well. she sees everything: the way kira’s fingers twitch, how the tips of her ears flush, the subtle twitch of her eye. small things, that others might miss, yumeko reads like a headline.

kira turns away, trying to mask her emotions by speaking to her sister, riri. Nearby, mary pulls yumeko away from ryan, spinning her into another dance.

riri watches, lips pursed.

“i think mary thinks i ditched her,” she murmurs.

“why would she think that?” kira asks, glancing back at the two women.

“because i haven’t spoken to her all night.”

kira scoffs. “go talk to her then… or do you want me to free her up?”

riri hums in agreement.

without hesitation, kira stands and marches across the ballroom. her hands find yumeko’s waist as she pulls her back from mary, spinning her around to face her.

yumeko gasps in surprise, then giggles, eyes flickering with amusement.

“if you wanted me against you… you could’ve just said,” she whispers, breath warm against kira’s ear.

kira’s breath hitches. yumeko’s body is pressed against hers. their hands entwined. their lips close. kira curses her mind for the thoughts racing through.

“so… how are you, kira-san?” yumeko smirks, a soft laugh escaping her lips.

“i’ve been good. how have you been, yume?” kira’s tone is cool, teasing. The nickname doesn’t go unnoticed.

yumeko giggles, cheeks flushing. “nicknames now, hm? didn't know we were so close..,” she purrs. “i’ve been good-better now that you’re here… holding me like this.” her lips brush kira’s neck, planting a soft kiss that makes kira’s breath falter.

“yumeko,” kira growls in warning.

yumeko pulls back innocently, lips curved in a devilish smile. a pink lipstick mark stains kira’s neck.

“i’m not doing anything, president,” she says sweetly.

kira doesn’t respond. she simply rolls her eyes and twirls yumeko away. yumeko squeals, laughing. kira storms off, returning to her seat to calm the frantic beat of her heart.

an hour passes.

yumeko approaches the student council table and slams her hands down, leaning in close to kira until her lips nearly brush her ear.

“come with me. we need to talk,” she whispers, and smirks when kira obeys without a second thought.

murmurs ripple through the room. even council members whisper, "yumeko has kira wrapped around her finger"

as they walk side by side, kira finally asks, “where are we going?”

yumeko pauses, then grins. “my room.”

kira huffs but follows, eyes fixed on yumeko’s swaying hips. when they arrive, yumeko unlocks the door, holding it open. kira steps inside. the click of the lock behind her makes her pulse jump.

she glances around yumeko’s room, drinking in every detail.

yumeko approaches, her heels echoing on the floor. she infront of kira, pushing a loose strand of hair behind kira's ear.

“you look beautiful tonight,” she whispers.

kira’s ears flush. yumeko leans in slightly.

“you’re so cute when you blush, kira.”

kira just shakes her head-her lips parting as her eyes drop to yumeko’s pink lips, now curled in a knowing smirk. before she can stop herself, yumeko leans in and kisses her-hard.

kira whimpers against her lips. her hands rise to cup yumeko’s jaw. yumeko takes the opportunity, slipping her tongue between kira’s parted lips, deepening the kiss. her hands trail down kira’s sides, gripping her waist before her hands slides down, groping her ass and pulling her closer.

kira moans into her mouth, fingers tangling in yumeko’s hair.

“please, yumeko,” she breathes.

yumeko kisses her way down kira’s jaw to her neck, leaving pink bruises in her wake. “you sound so pretty when you beg,” she whispers.

yumeko enjoys teasing kira, seeing her squirm makes yumeko drip with excitement.

suddenly, she pushes kira back onto the bed. kira gasps, her blue eyes wide as she parts her legs.

yumeko kneels between them, pushing the fabric of kira’s prom dress up to her hips, revealing black lace panties.

kira whines. “please,” she pants, reaching for yumeko, her fingers interlace into her hair.

“patience,” Yumeko murmurs, kissing her inner thighs. “the best things come to those who wait.”

she slides kira’s panties down her legs, never breaking eye contact. her tongue presses against kira’s heat, and kira lets out a whine, pulling her closer.

yumeko replaces her tongue with two fingers, curling them inside her while sucking on her clit.

“you sound so good moaning for me,” she murmurs.

kira’s back arches as pleasure overtakes her. her orgasm crashes through her like a wave, leaving her trembling.

yumeko rises, smirking as she sucks her fingers clean as she meets kira’s eyes. kira pulls her into another kiss, tasting herself on yumeko’s lips and tongue. they pull their dresses down together, throwing the fabric to the floor.

Kira pushes Yumeko onto the bed and climbs on top of her. She kisses her deeply, fingers sliding beneath her panties and inside her folds.

Yumeko moans into her mouth, her head falling back. “f-fuck, kira…”

kira smirks, curling her fingers just right, making yumeko cry out.

“you sound like such a slut when you moan like that,” she whispers. “and look how wet you are.”

the wet sounds between yumeko’s legs echo in the room as kira fucks her harder.

yumeko's head falls back, gasping as her orgasm hits, nails digging into kira’s back.

kira leaves yumeko whining and breathless.

she sits up, as she does yumeko reaches out and lays her hand on kira's arm.

“don’t go. not yet.”

kira sighs softly and lies back down beside her, facing her.

“i’ll stay… but just for tonight.”

but they both know that’s a lie.

[dioslesbianwife]

Hihihi I hope im not bothering

I was wondering if you could do smth like where we kiss the jofoes on the cheek out of no where, and can you pleasee include esidisi and wamuu? please and thank you! (if you want to do this ofc!)

It’s absolutely no bother, thank you for requesting this! I should do more x readers lol. ❤️

These HCs are all assuming that the reader is already in a close relationship with them.

Surprise kiss headcannons for jojo villains x reader 🤍

Dio

When you suddenly kiss Dio on the cheek, he freezes for a second, processing the gesture. Then, a slow, smug grin spreads across his face. “How bold of you,” he’d say, leaning closer, almost daring you to do it again.

Internally, he feels a surge of pride and satisfaction. Your affection confirms his charm and superiority in his mind.

He might “reward” you with a kiss of his own- on his terms.

==You press a quick kiss to Dio’s cheek, and for a moment, he seems frozen, caught off guard. Then, his lips shift into a devilish smirk as he turns his head slightly toward you. “How bold of you,” he purrs, leaning closer. “Do it again, if you wish.” The glint in his eyes is both a challenge and a promise.==

Kars

Kars would raise an eyebrow, intrigued by your sudden act of affection. He’d smirk softly, finding your boldness amusing. “What brought that on?” he’d ask, his tone teasing but warm.

He appreciates the gesture but analyzes it deeply, wondering if it was impulsive or deliberate.

He might give you a light touch on the cheek in return, showing his own subtle affection.

==When your lips brush Kars’ cheek, he raises an eyebrow, his expression calm yet intrigued. “Hmm,” he murmurs, tilting his head to examine you. “And what inspired such affection?” His voice is laced with curiosity, but there’s a flicker of amusement in his sharp gaze. He smirks faintly, reaching out to hold your chin gently.==

Wamuu

Wamuu would blink in surprise, definitely not expecting it. He’d touch his cheek where you kissed him, then nod earnestly. “Thank you,” he’d say, his tone sincere.

He finds it heartwarming and sees it as a sign of your trust and respect, which he deeply values.

He’d be more attentive to you afterward, showing his gratitude in his own way, maybe by protecting you even more fiercely.

==You kiss Wamuu’s cheek, and his eyes widen in surprise. He touches the spot gently, as if to confirm it, then looks down at you with a warm, genuine smile. “Thank you for the gesture,” he says sincerely, his voice deep and kind. Though he’s flustered, he seems pleased, his smile lingering for a while.==

Esidisi

He would pause and look at you a moment before chuckling warmly. “Hm, you really are quite sentimental,” he’d say, his voice fond. He’d gently pat your head or shoulder in return.

Deep down, he also feels a pang of sentimentality as he treasures meaningful connections.

He’d bring up the kiss later in conversation, teasing you about it with a grin.

==Your sudden kiss makes Esidisi pause, his usual demeanor momentarily extinguished by pure surprise. Then, a laugh escapes him. “Full of surprises, aren’t you?” he says, looking down at you. He pats your head affectionately, enjoying the moment but already planning to mention it later.==

Enrico Pucci

Pucci would flinch slightly at the unexpected touch but quickly compose himself. “Ah, is everything alright?” he’d say, his voice calm but tinged with slight awkwardness.

He’d try to rationalize your actions, but deep down, he’d feel a rare warmth and appreciation.

He might subtly return the gesture later, maybe by brushing a hand against yours or giving you a reassuring pat.

==You kiss Pucci on the cheek, and though he flinches slightly, he quickly composes himself. “...Thank you,” he says softly, his tone carefully measured. His hand brushes against the spot briefly as he looks at you with a mix of curiosity and restraint. Deep down, the gesture warms something within him he didn’t realize was there.==

Kira

Kira would freeze, his composed demeanor momentarily cracking. “That’s… unexpected,” he’d murmur, adjusting his tie to cover his flustered reaction.

So long as the kiss was in private, he’ll relax almost immediately, not wanting to appear thrown off. To him, such affection feels rare and precious, and he appreciates it more than he lets on.

He’d likely avoid the subject but secretly cherish the memory, glancing at you with slightly softer eyes.

==You lean in and kiss Kira’s cheek, and for a moment, he freezes entirely. “That’s…,” he mutters, not finishing the thought and instead adjusting his tie to steady himself. His expression remains calm, but the faint pink tint to his cheeks betrays his flustered reaction. Later, he catches himself touching the spot absentmindedly, a small, almost unnoticeable smile on his lips.==

Diavolo

Diavolo would stiffen, his eyes narrowing slightly as he processed the unexpected gesture. He wouldn’t push you away, but he’d be caught off guard. “What are you doing?” he’d ask, his tone low and measured.

While he’d feel a flicker of vulnerability, he’d quickly rationalize it as your attempt to please him.

He’d keep a closer eye on you afterward, both intrigued and wary of your boldness.

==The moment your lips graze his cheek, Diavolo stiffens, his body tense as his eyes dart to you. “What are you doing?” he asks, his tone quiet but sharp. His gaze lingers on you, calculating. Though his guard remains up, there’s a flicker of something softer beneath the surface. He secretly appreciates the show of affection and it eases his anxiety a bit to know you likely won’t betray or expose him someday.==

Doppio

Doppio would blink in surprise, his brows lifting slightly, but he wouldn’t pull away. Instead, a small, warm smile would creep onto his face as he tilted his head to look at you. “What was that for?”.

He’d feel a sense of appreciation, cherishing the moment and trying hard not to overthink it. While he’s often focused on pleasing others (especially Diavolo), this unexpected affection from you makes him feel seen as an individual.

Doppio would treasure the gesture, he’d likely become even more attached to you, seeking more of your affection in subtle ways.

==The second you kiss Doppio’s cheek, his face turns slightly red, and he stares at you with almost panicked eyes. “What was that for?” he stammers, bringing a hand up to touch his face. As he fidgets nervously, you can tell he’s absolutely overthinking it, replaying the moment in his head.==

Funny Valentine

Valentine would raise an eyebrow but smile faintly. “That was a rather bold move,” he’d say, his tone amused but composed.

He sees the gesture as an affirmation of your loyalty and trust in him, which feeds his ego.

He’d return the favor at a moment of his choosing, likely in a more grand or calculated manner, such as kissing your hand or making more time for you in his schedule that day.

==When you kiss Valentine’s cheek, he blinks, his expression softening into a faint smile. “Is there something you need my dear?,” he says, his tone measured and amused. He adjusts his gloves, a thoughtful look crossing his face as he regards you. Though composed, you can tell he enjoyed it, his gaze lingering on you a bit longer than usual.==

[satsugacafe]

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Ishida Uryu, Kurosaki Ichigo, Abarai Renji, Shuhei Hisagi, Hitsugaya Toshiro, Izuru Kira

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Hello! What would jealousy hcs of Uryu, Shuhei, Toshiro, Izuru, and Yumichika be like? You can add more character if you like. 💜

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: Didn’t include Yumichika because I don’t write for him. Thank you for the request!!

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: When these pookies catch the little green monster after seeing someone friendly with you.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Ishida Uryu

˚₊‧꒰ა Uryu didn’t think himself the jealous type, not with how calm and composed he usually was, but all of that got thoroughly tested the moment he saw you laughing with someone else. His steps slowed, his jaw tightened just slightly, and his glasses slipped a bit down the bridge of his nose from how sharply he turned to observe.

˚₊‧꒰ა He didn’t interrupt at first. That wasn’t his style. He stood back, arms crossed, watching with thinly veiled scrutiny. The moment you brushed your hand against the other person’s arm in casual conversation, he pushed up his glasses with two fingers and muttered, “Tch. Pathetic.”

✧ It didn’t matter that it was innocent. It didn’t matter that he trusted you. What mattered was the way your eyes sparkled in that exact way you normally saved for him. That bothered him more than he’d admit.

˚₊‧꒰ა The next time you spoke to him, he was polite. Too polite. Every word was clipped, his tone curt, and he refused to meet your eyes.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Did you have a nice chat?” he asked, just a little too cold, fingers twitching near the cuff of his sleeve.

˚₊‧꒰ა If you acted oblivious, he’d only grow more passive-aggressive. “No, really. You two seemed to be getting on swimmingly. I wouldn’t want to interrupt...whatever that was.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He’d start showing up more. In areas he didn’t need to be in. Casually leaning against doorframes, acting like he just happened to be passing by. One time you found him sitting on a bench at a café you frequented, already halfway through a cup of black coffee, book in hand. “Coincidence,” he said. “You take too long choosing your drinks.”

˚₊‧꒰ა If another person got too touchy around you, Uryu had this habit of adjusting his wrists in a way that flashed his Quincy cross. It wasn’t exactly subtle.

˚₊‧꒰ა The moment you call him out on it, his composure snaps slightly. “I’m not jealous. I’m simply…observant. I notice when people hover around you unnecessarily. I have eyes, after all.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He won’t make a scene. But he’ll make it known to the other person, in an extremely polite and somehow threatening manner, that you are not available for flirting.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Do try not to loiter near people who are already spoken for,” he once said flatly to someone who was standing a little too close, before turning away.

˚₊‧꒰ა He always apologised afterward, but it would be done in an awkward, stiff sort of way. “I may have overreacted. Not that I’m admitting fault. But perhaps...I was slightly out of line.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He won’t sulk. Not really. But you’ll catch him sighing in that exaggerated way and folding his arms whenever you’re texting someone.

˚₊‧꒰ა If you joke with him about being jealous, he’ll scoff. “Ridiculous. I have far more important things to worry about. Though...I would appreciate it if you didn’t give others the wrong impression. For clarity’s sake.”

˚₊‧꒰ა His jealousy isn’t loud, but it’s thorough. He starts noticing things—people you mention in passing, patterns of where you hang out, even who sits next to you at mission briefings.

˚₊‧꒰ა If you reassure him, he’ll deny needing it—but you’ll still notice the way he relaxes. The little flicker of a smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You’re not property,” he says one evening, after yet another bout of silent treatment. “But I don’t share well, either.”

˚₊‧꒰ა And that was about as honest as Uryu ever got with his jealousy.

Kurosaki Ichigo

˚₊‧꒰ა He had never liked subtlety. So when he got jealous, it showed. The minute he saw some bloke trying to impress you with kido tricks outside the 12th Division building, his whole posture changed. Shoulders squared, eyes narrowed, lips pulled into a tight frown that screamed don’t push it.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Oi,” he called across the street, tone casual but definitely not casual. “Didn’t know we were letting circus acts roam around now.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He’d walk straight up without hesitating, throw a lazy arm over your shoulder, and stare the other guy down like it was just another Tuesday.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You good?” he’d ask you, ignoring the other person completely. “He wasn’t bothering you, yeah?”

˚₊‧꒰ა The moment you say “no, we were just talking,” his eyes flicker sideways with a sharpness that borders on petty. “Right. Talking. Looked more like performing.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He gets protective in a very loud, visible way. If someone flirts with you in front of him, he’ll interrupt immediately. “Hey, didn’t realise we were handing out free confidence today.”

˚₊‧꒰ა If the person keeps pushing, Ichigo doesn’t even get aggressive. He just gets louder and more sarcastic. “You got a name, or should I keep calling you irrelevant?”

˚₊‧꒰ა He isn’t above pulling you away entirely. Grabs your hand, and mutters, “C’mon, we’ve got better things to do than babysit egos.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He gets irritable after. Not with you, but in general. Things clatter louder, he chews his food like it insulted him, and he mutters under his breath when texting.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Didn’t think you were into that kind of guy,” he said once, frowning at the floor. “Guess I’ll go summon some paint and start juggling or something.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He tries not to make you feel bad about it. He really does. But Ichigo has never been good at hiding his emotions. Especially when it comes to you.

˚₊‧꒰ა If you tease him, he plays it off—poorly. “I’m not jealous. He was just annoying. You’re allowed to talk to people. Just not...like that.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He’ll start upping his game without even realising it. More affectionate. Training harder. Pulling you into little side missions just the two of you. “Figured we could use some time away from magician boy.”

˚₊‧꒰ა His friends definitely notice. Renji teases him for it constantly. “Mate, just admit you’re jealous before you break your own jaw grinding your teeth.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He’s lowkey clingy when he’s jealous. Not obvious, just...always next to you. Offering to walk you places. Helping you carry things. Scowling at anyone who so much as glances your way too long.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Do you have to be so nice to everyone?” he once asked, rubbing the back of his neck. “People are gonna start thinking they’ve got a chance.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He won’t say it out loud, but when you reassure him that you only want him, he quiets down immediately. Shoulders drop. He stops pacing. Looks at you like you’ve just given him oxygen.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Yeah?” he says like he wasn’t sure until now. Then softer, “Good. ‘Cause I don’t wanna fight for your attention like it’s some kind of competition.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Even when the jealousy passes, he doesn’t forget. You’ll find him more watchful, and more determined to earn your attention, even in subtle ways.

˚₊‧꒰ა “I’m not insecure,” he muttered once, half into your shoulder. “I just...don’t like the idea of someone else thinking they’ve got a shot. Not when I’m right here.”

Abarai Renji

˚₊‧꒰ა Zero resistance to making facial expressions the most he got jealous. The moment he caught sight of someone getting too friendly with you—like that seated officer from Squad Five leaning a bit too close while chatting—his expression turned stormy without him even realising.

˚₊‧꒰ა He’d cross his arms and glare from across the courtyard, muttering under his breath, “Who the hell does he think he is, smiling like that? Tch.”

˚₊‧꒰ა The minute your conversation ended, he’d be at your side like a summoned spirit. “Didn’t know you were such a fan of Squad Five,” he said, trying for casual but sounding absolutely not.

˚₊‧꒰ა He wasn’t subtle. He’d stand closer to you than usual, stare down anyone who tried to talk to you, and ask loudly, “Oi, you alright? This guy wasn’t boring you to death or anything, yeah?”

˚₊‧꒰ა If the person didn’t get the message, Renji would up the territorial energy. “Maybe go find someone else to chat up. Pretty sure they got enough company.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He wouldn’t be angry with you exactly, but he’d sulk in that very obvious Renji way—sitting nearby, arms behind his head, looking everywhere but at you, and responding with short ‘yeah’s and ‘whatever’s.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You were laughing a lot,” he’d mutter at some point. “Didn’t know his jokes were that funny. You never laugh that hard at my stuff.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He’d start doing extra things to make himself stand out. Training longer, picking tougher missions, throwing flashier attacks when you were around.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Maybe if I wore my hair differently and started quoting poetry like Captain Kyoraku, I’d get your attention too,” he once grumbled while re-tying his headband.

˚₊‧꒰ა He got handsy when jealous—casual, but intentional. Arm around your waist. Hand on your lower back. Slipping his scarf around your neck with a cocky “Here, you’ll catch a chill,” just to watch others back off.

˚₊‧꒰ა If you teased him about it, he’d scoff, “Me? Jealous? Nah. Just don’t like weirdos crowdin’ you.” But then he’d glance away and mumble, “...I just don’t want someone thinkin’ they’ve got a chance, s’all.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He hated how obvious he was, but he couldn’t help it. You were his, and he didn’t like people sniffing around like they belonged in your world.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Look, I get it, people like talkin’ to you. You’re smart and funny and...look amazing, alright? But that don’t mean I gotta like it.”

˚₊‧꒰ა If you reassured him, he melted immediately. “Yeah? Just me, huh?” Then all the tension dropped from his shoulders and he gave that lopsided grin. “Thought so. Still gonna keep an eye on ‘em, though.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He once bumped into someone on purpose just to get them to move away from you. “Oops,” he said flatly. “Didn’t see you there.” He very much did.

˚₊‧꒰ა You’d find him more touchy for a few days after, keeping you within arm’s reach like someone might try and snatch you the second he blinked.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Ain’t about bein’ possessive,” he muttered one night while watching the stars from the rooftop. “It’s just...when I’ve got something good, I don’t wanna lose it ‘cause someone else decided to play clever.”

Shuhei Hisagi

˚₊‧꒰ა He wouldn’t interrupt conversations or make scenes, but he had a way of staring that could cut glass. The moment someone stood too close to you, his entire energy shifted.

˚₊‧꒰ა He wouldn’t say a word at first. Just observed from a distance, arms folded, expression unreadable save for the way his jaw clenched just slightly.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Friendly bunch in Squad Thirteen, huh,” he’d say later, voice calm but dipped in steel. “Didn’t realise you were that close.”

˚₊‧꒰ა If you brushed it off, he wouldn’t argue. But the next time that person approached, Hisagi was already there. Like a shadow. “Everything alright?” he asked, polite but with that unsettling smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

˚₊‧꒰ა He didn’t need to raise his voice. He used presence. Leaned in just slightly when someone addressed you. Stood between you and them without saying a word.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Sorry, do you need something?” he asked someone once, even though they were clearly talking to you. “Didn’t quite catch that.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He got sharper in the aftermath. Not cruel, but more teasing in a dry, cutting way. “So...gonna start bringing flowers to that guy next? He seems like he’d love the attention.”

˚₊‧꒰ა His sarcasm was his shield. He wouldn’t admit jealousy out loud—not at first. He’d just go quieter, colder, and throw in dry comments whenever the subject came up.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Didn’t know you were so easy to impress. All he did was quote a haiku and suddenly it’s the best day of your life?”

˚₊‧꒰ა But he hated the way it made him feel, so eventually he’d just say it outright, in a tired voice: “Look, I don’t like how close he was standing. That’s all. Maybe it’s petty, but I notice these things.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He didn’t flirt much when jealous, but his body language shifted—hands always brushing against yours, standing just a little closer than usual, lingering gazes that held a mix of warning and want.

˚₊‧꒰ა If someone tried to flirt with you in front of him, he’d stare them down with all the weight of the 9th Division’s cold professionalism. “You done?”

˚₊‧꒰ა The person usually backed off. Hisagi didn’t need volume. Just a look.

˚₊‧꒰ა If you caught him acting cold and asked what was wrong, he’d hesitate before admitting it: “I don’t like competition. Doesn’t sit right with me. Makes me...sharp.”

˚₊‧꒰ა The sharpness came from fear, not ego. The fear that he wasn’t enough. That someone more charismatic or light-hearted would take you away.

˚₊‧꒰ა “I’ve got a job that keeps me neck-deep in darkness,” he said one night. “Sometimes I worry that someone brighter will take you out of it. Out of reach.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Reassure him and he’d go completely still, like the tension bled out of him all at once. Then he’d nod once and smile—soft, real, and just a bit sheepish. “Alright. I’ll chill. For now.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He wasn’t dramatic, but he was relentless. He’d keep watching people around you, reading every shift in tone, every glance, every smile.

˚₊‧꒰ა “I trust you,” he said once. “It’s them I don’t trust. Some people don’t care if someone’s taken.”

˚₊‧꒰ა You’d find he became more present in subtle ways—taking breaks when you were free, stopping by your division more often, walking you home without needing to be asked.

˚₊‧꒰ა “No reason,” he said when asked why. “Just felt like seeing you.” But his eyes were already scanning the hallway behind you.

Hitsugaya Toshiro

˚₊‧꒰ა He didn’t understand why his mood soured so suddenly when he spotted you chatting with a seated squad member under the sakura trees. It wasn’t even romantic, but the way the bloke was smiling—too smug, too relaxed—put his instincts on edge.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Is that supposed to be flirting?” he muttered to Matsumoto, arms crossed, glare locked on the pair of you. “Pathetic.”

˚₊‧꒰ა The next time you passed by his office, he looked up, cool and professional, but with a definite edge in his tone. “I thought you were off socialising with that loudmouth from Squad Nine.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He wasn’t one to get dramatic about it, but he started showing up in your vicinity more often, under the guise of work. Delivering paperwork himself, offering to accompany you on patrol, assigning you to meetings that mysteriously had no actual agenda.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You’re already on the roster with me,” he said when you questioned it. “Coincidence. Don’t overthink it.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He was curt for a while, his usual formality laced with unspoken frustration. When you asked what was wrong, he simply said, “Nothing. Why, something wrong with you?”

˚₊‧꒰ა If someone got a little too comfortable around you in his presence, he’d make it uncomfortable fast. “I’d appreciate it if you kept things professional,” he said icily once, after someone put their hand on your shoulder.

˚₊‧꒰ა His jealousy came with silence more than arguments. Days where he said less than usual, sighed more, sat at his desk with furrowed brows and stabbed his brush into ink with unnecessary force.

˚₊‧꒰ა When he finally cracked, it was because you laughed at another man’s joke in the middle of a squad dinner. “Glad someone finds him funny,” he muttered under his breath, loud enough for you to hear but not loud enough to start a scene.

˚₊‧꒰ა You caught him scowling at the man from across the room, eyes narrowed, fingers twitching near Hyorinmaru’s hilt. “Are you alright?” you asked. “Peachy,” he deadpanned.

˚₊‧꒰ა If you tease him about being jealous, he immediately denies it. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m a captain. I don’t have time for...that.” He paused. “I just don’t like seeing idiots waste your time.”

˚₊‧꒰ა When he’s really bothered, he gets short-tempered (aka, sassy) with you too, snapping at you during training. “You’re distracted. What, still thinking about your little tea break the other day?”

˚₊‧꒰ა He never apologised directly, but his version of an apology came in subtle actions. Leaving your favourite snacks in the barracks lounge. Offering to spar with you. Sitting next to you in meetings without saying a word, just being there.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You could’ve told me if you weren’t interested anymore,” he once muttered while standing beside you on a rooftop.

˚₊‧꒰ა When you reassured him, he looked away, but the tension in his shoulders melted slightly. “Good. That’s...good to know.”

˚₊‧꒰ა And he never said the words, but from then on, you noticed how close he stayed during missions. How he always positioned himself between you and potential threats. How his eyes lingered longer when you smiled.

˚₊‧꒰ა “I don’t get jealous,” he muttered once after a long silence. “But I don’t like being taken for granted either.”

Izuru Kira

˚₊‧꒰ა It started when he overheard you joking with another seated officer in the Squad Three barracks, laughing—really laughing—and not in the way you usually laughed around him.

˚₊‧꒰ა He didn’t interrupt. He just stood there in the doorway, his smile tight, fingers resting uneasily on his sword hilt, watching the scene like it was a painting he didn’t like.

˚₊‧꒰ა “I didn’t realise you two were so...friendly,” he said later that evening while handing you some paperwork.

˚₊‧꒰ა He wouldn’t act on it immediately. Instead, he’d withdraw a little. Quietly brood. He’d finish conversations too quickly, duck out of shared breaks, and deflect whenever you asked if something was wrong.

˚₊‧꒰ა “No, everything’s fine. I just have a lot on my plate.” But his tone said don’t ask again.

˚₊‧꒰ა He started keeping tabs on where you spent your free time. Not in a possessive way—more like he was collecting evidence. Quietly confirming whether his feelings were justified.

˚₊‧꒰ა The moment he saw the guy again, leaning too close and laughing too loudly, he finally snapped. “That’s enough,” he said. “You’ve got work to do elsewhere, don’t you?”

˚₊‧꒰ა The man raised a brow, but left. Kira didn’t explain. He just turned to you and asked, “You didn’t think that was a bit much?”

˚₊‧꒰ა If you tried to make light of it, he’d grow even more tense. “It’s not funny. I don’t want to be someone you flirt with for fun. I thought we were more serious than that.”

˚₊‧꒰ა His insecurity ran deep, and jealousy only made it worse. He started questioning whether you even wanted to be with someone like him—quiet, reserved, weighed down by history.

˚₊‧꒰ა “He’s probably more interesting than me,” he said bitterly once during a late patrol. “Doesn’t come with the same baggage.”

˚₊‧꒰ა When you got frustrated with his self-pity, he apologised almost instantly. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t fair. I just...I hate not knowing where I stand.”

˚₊‧꒰ა His jealousy always circled back to fear—fear of being replaceable. Of being too easy to leave.

˚₊‧꒰ა But when you told him he wasn’t, he looked at you like he didn’t quite believe it at first. Then, slowly, he smiled—small, soft, genuine. “I needed to hear that. Thank you.”

˚₊‧꒰ა After that, he became a little more confident. Subtly possessive. Sitting closer. Touching your hand more often. Holding eye contact longer whenever someone else hovered near you.

˚₊‧꒰ა He’d still get jealous, but he handled it with quiet authority. “I trust you,” he said once, “but I don’t have to trust everyone else.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Occasionally, when someone stepped over the line, he’d lean in and speak low enough only they could hear: “I’d be careful if I were you. They’re not available. Don’t make assumptions.”

˚₊‧꒰ა His jealousy wasn’t loud, but it had weight. The kind that lingered. And once he accepted that you were his, he made damn sure no one else mistook your kindness for anything else.

˚₊‧꒰ა “If I ever seem cold,” he said one night, “just know it’s because I care too much. Not the other way around.”

˚₊‧꒰ა And though he’d never admit it, the way you always chose him over everyone else—that was what finally kept the smoke from swallowing him whole.

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All hands on deck -Part 3

Parings: Poly!Taskforce141 X Wife!Reader

Warnings: None?

Word count: 7844

Not beta read or edited, all mistakes are mine.

Previous: Part 2

2 months. 8 weeks. 56 days.1,344 hours. 80,640 minutes.

That’s how long John, Kyle, Simon and Johnny had been gone.

You rest your head on your hand, sitting on the dark brown chair in the corner of the playroom. Your mug of peppermint tea sitting on a coaster next to you, Right next to the book Kyle was reading before he left. Hope sits on the floor, smashing wooden blocks together, her little cheeks flushed pink. Her short brown hair pulled up in two tiny pigtails. Theo lays on the oversized bean bag, rubbing his eyes furiously. 

“Mama,” he whines, and you look over, blinking rapidly as you focus on the 4 year old.

“Yes baby?” 

“I want Papa!” he cries, head tipping back as a harsh sob leaves his lips. 

“I know baby, i know,” you frown, standing from your chair, walking over to the overtired toddler and picking him up.He presses his face into the side of your neck.

“I want Papa,” he whines again, his voice tired. For the past 2 weeks Theo had refused to go to bed, throwing monumental fits, throwing himself to the ground and crying for hours. Nothing you did soothed him, it always ended the same way, you sitting outside his bedroom door, your own tears trailing down your cheeks as you listened to him cry himself to sleep. The days with him weren't much easier, his overtiredness causing every small thing to be a battle. He had started going after Hope, hitting her, biting her, and then in turn hitting you when you tried to break them up.

The only saving grace for your sanity was that the older children had school during the day. With 3 of your 5 children gone from the house 8 hours a day you were at least able to have some semblance of order. But the house was nowhere near where you wanted it to be. The dishes piled up in the sink. Laundry wasn't done, and the entire house needed to be deep cleaned. But there wasn't enough time in the day.

You felt like you were drowning, an engine running without gas. Between waking up at every small sound in the house, Theo’s refusal to sleep, and getting up at 5am each morning to get breakfast and lunches done for the older kids. Not to mention the never ending errands you had to run, going to the grocery store, bringing Kira to gymnastics, Joseph to football, Isla to ballet. 

You were exhausted.

Theo sniffles into your neck, and you rub his back gently, trying to soothe him. 

“I want Papa,” he says softly, his tears soaking the collar of your pink blouse. 

“I know, I wish I knew when he was going to be home,” you breathe. Your lips brush over his cheek, your hand making small circles on his back. Hope toddles over to you, her hands gripping your pant legs. Her big blue eyes turned up towards you.

“Up! Up!” she demands, her hands pulling on your yoga pants. You crouch and pick her up, settling her on your other hip. Theo notices and reaches over smacking her in the face. It takes Hope a moment to register what happened and she starts screaming. 

“Theo!” you scold, putting the 4 year old on his feet. He stares up at you with his brown eyes. Tiny brows furrowed in anger.

“No! No Hope! I don't like her!” he screams, raising his tiny fists to beat against your leg. You cradle Hope to your chest as Theo beats on your thigh. Big tears stream down her cheeks, a tiny hand print on her face, 

“Theo we don't hit, it's not nice.” You sigh, looking down at him. His face is red and angry as he continues to hit you. “Damnit Theo ENOUGH!” You yell, and he stops immediately, his lower lip trembling. You watch as his face scrunches up and he starts to scream. 

“I no like you Mama!” he screeches before he takes off from the playroom, his angry footsteps disappearing down the hall. You close your eyes, your head pounding, Hope still crying softly in your arms. Theo’s angry screams down the hall, you take a deep breath. Trying to compose yourself, as you walk down the hallway. 

“Do you want some strawberries? Will that make you feel better?” You ask Hope, and she stops crying almost immediately. You shake your head, she was definitely one of your husbands kids, food seemed to be the cure all for her. You walk down the hall and set her in her highchair. You see Theo’s feet peeking out from under the island counter, but don't say anything. You know if you said something to him he would just lash out at you. He was like a tightly wound spring, one wrong move and he exploded. 

You grab the container of berries from the fridge and start cutting them into small pieces, plating them on one of Hope’s tiny pink plates. You deposit them on her tray and she digs in, hands fisting as much fruit as she can. She shoves fistfull after fistfull into her mouth.  Strawberry juice dribbled down her chin, staining her yellow dress pink.  

A little hand grabs the bottom of your pants as you put the knife into the kitchen sink. You glance down, Theos small hand grips the black fabric tight. You kneel down, knees cracking as you come face to face with your overtired four year old.

“Sowwy Mama…” he says softly, looking down at the cream tile.

“I accept your apology, but we don’t use our hands to hit people. It’s not nice, Hope didn’t do anything to you. I know you miss Papa, Dad, Da and Daddy. I wish I could make them appear so they could hug you sooo tight they squish all the sad outta you, but I can’t. And I miss them too, Theo. It’s okay to be upset, but it’s not okay to use your hands to hurt people, okay?” You rub your fingers over the backs of his hands, and he nods. Brown curls falling into his face, you brush them back smiling softly at him.

“C’mon, how about you have a snack before we go pick up the twins and Isla from the bus stop, does that sound nice?” You reach for him, pulling him to his feet. He nods, “we have any blueberries?” 

“We sure do,” you smile, and Theo races to a chair, scrambling up it. He rests his elbows on the table, and watches as you grab them from the fridge and put them back in a bowl for him.

You take a seat opposite of him, watching as he eats the small blue fruit. Your head resting on your hand, your head still pounds. Each beat of your heart is like a hammer in your head. You rub your temples, wincing as Hope starts to bang her plate on the high chair tray.

“More! More! More!” she laughs, the plate clattering to the floor. 

“Okay, okay, you can have a few more,” you push back your chair, grabbing her plate from the floor, you squick some blueberries for her, and give her back the plate. Theo and Hope eat their fruit happily, your eyes flickering to the clock on the wall. It was almost time to go to the bus stop to get the other kids. 

“Eat up my friends, we gotta go get your siblings in a moment,” you muse, walking down the hall. You collect Theo and Hope's shoes, after slipping on a pair of flats. Theo’s dinosaur sneakers are tattered and in need of replacing. You sigh as the velcro closure hangs on by mere threads. It was always something. You kneel in front of Hope’s highchair and slide her baby pink crocs onto her feet. Her face smeared in pink and purple juices from her snack. You wipe her mouth with your sleeves, staining your shirt. You could hear Simon's voice in your head, grumbling about trying to get stains out of your shirts. A smile ticked up on your lips, he did most of the laundry when they were home. He claimed the monotonous task quieted his mind, much like when he cleaned his gun. He would always scold you for using your shirt or pants to wipe the various messes off the children. At one point he was convinced you did it just to punish him. 

Not that it was your intention. You never did it maliciously to give him more to do, but with 5 kids it was faster to just use your shirt or pants to wipe small messes than find a rag. There was barely enough time to use your shirt before they smeared it over the furniture. 

The clock on the wall chimes, 3pm, the soft melodic song pulling you from your thoughts. You quickly slip on Theo’s shoes, and pull Hope from her high chair. 

“Lets go my friend, time to get the others,” you hold your hand. Theo climbs off the chair, shoving his last berry in his mouth. His tiny hand slips into yours, as you walk down the hall. Pulling open the front door you glance around, hoping that maybe the black sub they took to base would be pulling down the driveway, but it was empty. Only the discarded bikes and sidewalk chalk there. The chalk drawings faded from the sun, and various shoes walked across it.

The bus stop was at the end of your street, about a 5 minute walk from your house. Theo holds your hand the whole way, eagerly looking at the houses as you pass them. He points out all the different color flowers that are starting to bloom in your neighbors yards. A group of parents stand at the end of the street, all of them talking among themselves. 

“Mama! Piper!” Theo exclaims tugging on your hand as he spots his friend. Piper was your next door neighbor Maria’s daughter. She was the youngest of 3, only a few months older than Theo. 

“Alright go on, but stay on the grass,” You call after him as he pulls away from you, little legs carrying him towards the red headed toddler. Piper notices his running, and jumps up and down tugging on her mothers dress. Maira says something to her and she runs up to Theo, pulling him over to the grass on the edge of the street. Threry sink into the grass, plucking flowers from the ground and making them into a pile.

“Hey” Maria greets you as you walk up to the group. A few other parents giving you a small wave.

“Hi,” You smile, shifting Hope higher on your hip.

“Hello Little Missy,” Maria greets Hope, her hands coming to snatch her from you. She settles Hope on her hip, Hopes hands playing with the beaded necklace she wears. ‘How’ve you been? Have they come home yet?”

“Not yet,” you shake your head and Maria reaches out, her hand squeezing your arm lightly.

“I’m sorry, love, hopefully they’ll be home soon,” she gives you a reassuring smile.

“I hope so,” you run your hand through your hair. “The past few weeks have been a lot.” 

“You look tired, if you need anything let me know,” Maria pats your arm. “I’ll watch this little cutie for you any day, and Piper had been begging for Theo to come over and play. Maybe we can set up a playdate for them later this week? I can take them for a few hours and you can get some rest.” 

Your eyes water, Maria was always so kind to you. She knew what it was like to have a husband who was gone alot. Her own husband worked a lot overseas in the states, she would often just stop over with a meal for your family when she knew the guys were gone. 

“Oh hun, don’t cry.” She whispers, pulling you towards her. Her arms wrapping around your shoulders, Hope smushed between you two as she embraced you.

“Sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” you wipe at the tears that collect on your lower lash line.

“Don’t apologize, you’ve got a lot on your plate, I’ get overwhelmed with 3, I can’t imagine 5. Kids are a lot of work, and it’s not like they’re sitting in an office somewhere like my Michael. They’re out god knows where putting their lives on the line. I at least get the comfort of knowing Michael is in a hotel room each night safe. I couldn’t imagine not knowing where my husband was, if he was alright. And you have not 1 but 4 people to worry about.” Her hand rests on your shoulder, the warmth from her palm seeping through the fabric of your shirt.

“I know, I just feel so stupid being upset by it. It’s been almost 8 years of dealing with it. I mean god, I’ve been with them since I was 18,” you sniffle, taking a deep breath.

“8 years is a long time, they’ve been your safe place for most of your adult life. It’s hard to not know when you’ll get that security back. No one is judging you for having a hard time.” She adjusts Hope in her arms, switching her to the other hip. She studies you for a moment, before she leans in. “If there’s something you need to talk to me about, I’m a pretty good secret keeper.” Her eyes drift to your stomach before she looks back at your face. A suggestive smile on her lips.

“Oh, no! No!” You wave your hands in the air. “That’s not it at all, I haven’t even gotten my period back since Hope stopped breastfeeding. Soon hopefully,” you laugh, as the bus pulls up to the end of the street. 

“Okay..” Maria hums, handing your youngest back to you. Theo runs over to you grabbing your leg as he watches the bus doors open. A few neighborhood kids get off before you 3 do. Joseph spots you first, his black backpack over one shoulder, he runs over. Kira and Isla follow. 

“Are they home yet Mama?” Joseph asks, hope flaring in his blue eyes. Blue eyes that looked exactly like Johnny’s. 

“Not yet Babe, soon though,” you pat his head, running your fingers through his short brown hair. 

“It’s okay Mama,” he sighs, a frown on his lips as he shrugs his backpack up higher. Isla skips over, her bright pink sneakers lighting up.

“C’mon Theo I'll race you home!” Isla teases her younger brother, and they both take off. Isla clearly lets Theo stay ahead of her, she steps far shorter than normal.

“Stay on the side of the road please! And where I can see you!” You call after them. Kira and Joseph walk next to you. Both of them are unusually quiet on the walk home. Isla coaches Theo on stopping at each mailbox on the way back to the house. Always looking over her shoulder to make sure you weren't far behind.

“Everything okay?” You ask, bumping your hip into Kira’s shoulder.

Her blonde hair has started to come loose from her braid, stray tendrils of hair falling into her face. She shrugs slightly, kicking at a rock with her shoe.

“Someone said that we’re weird because we have 4 Dads and that there's no way we could have 4 dads that three of them aren't really our dads.” Joseph chimes in, swinging Hope's hand back and forth, as he walks next to you.

“That's not true, your fathers are most definitely your dads. They all love you,” you frown.

“But it’s true isn't it? I'm Daddy’s and Joseph is Da’s, Theo is Dad’s, and Hope and Isla are Papas… That's why my hair is blonde like Daddy’s and Theo’s skin is brown like Dads. Joseph, Isla and Hope all have blue eyes and brown hair because Da and Papa have brown hair and blue eyes,” Kira crosses her arms over her chest, one hand playing a strand of her blonde hair.

“Yes, you’re right about that. You may look like Daddy, but who reads you a story every night when he's home?” You touch her shoulder gently as you reach your driveway.

“Dad does,” She looks up at you with furrowed brows. 

“And who makes you whatever you want for breakfast on sunday morning?”

“Papa…” she trails off.

“And who gives you the best hugs when you’re sad? Besides me of course.” You smile,

“Da..”

“And who plays whatever game you want, whenever you want?”

A smile forms on her lips, “daddy.” 

“And all of those things are what Fathers do for their kids right?” You ask, setting Hope down in the front yard and she takes off towards Theo and Isla.

“Mhmm..” she stands in front of you, as you crouch down. Your hands holding hers, giving them a soft squeeze.

“So just because you might be Daddy’s kid biologically, doesn't mean your fathers don't love any less, or love any of the other kids more. All of them love so much, and they would do anything for any of you guys. They are no less your dad just because you don't have the same blood type or the same hair color. Because family isn't about who you’re related to, it's about who loves you. If you were to ask any of them how many kids they had, they would say they have 5 beautiful, smart, kind and caring kids. Kids they love more than anything in the entire world, and nothing will ever change that. A lot of people have more than one Mom or dad. You remember Sophie right, she used to live down the street before she moved.” You gently tuck some of the loose hair behind her ear.

“Yeah, Sophie had two Moms because her Dad married someone else after her mom died,” She nods a small smile on her lips.

“So see, people can have more than one or dad, because all that matters is that they love you. So next time someone is mean to you, you just remember that your fathers love you so much, Kira. And nothing will ever change that.” You pull her to you and hug her, her arms wrapping around your neck. Her blonde hair tickles your cheek as she hugs you tight. Over her shoulder you watch as Hope chews on Islas backpack strap, Theo and Isla rolling around in the grass, Isla doing forward rolls and Theo trying to copy his older sister. Joseph watches you and Kira from the front steps. A smile forming on his lips, as you smile at him.

Your poor sensitive boy had been worried about Kira, he didn't like it when she was upset. Even as a baby whenever Kira would cry his little body would stiffen up, all his muscles tense until someone comforted her. For the longest time you had them sleeping in the same cot. When you tried to separate them they screamed and cried. You had been worried about safe sleep, insisting that they sleep separately. It was Kyle who suggested putting them in the same cot. After 5 days of little to no sleep you finally caved, and as soon as you laid Kira next to Joseph they both drifted off instantly. Little bodies pressed against each other. 

It made sense, when you thought about it. They had only ever known life with another person stuck to their side. They couldn't understand why it had changed when they were born.

Now looking at your almost 8 year olds your heart aches. You loved them fiercely and the thought of people giving them a hard time about their dads made you crazy. Why couldn’t people just leave it alone, it’s not like you were hurting anyone. Your lifestyle didn’t cause anyone harm, no one was dead because you had four husbands.

There wasn't some catastrophic event that would happen because you found happiness in the arms of four men. 

“Okay, Mama,” Kira pulls back slightly so there's some distance between you two. “Can we get pizza for dinner?” 

You can't help the laugh that bubbles out of you, and you give her a small nod. “Sure Baby, let's all go inside. I’ll help you with your homework and then we’ll order pizza.” 

Your back rests against Theos bedroom door, your ass went numb an hour ago. He had stopped crying, the camera app pulled up on your phone showing him laying across his bed, little legs hanging off his bed. His mouth opens as he snores softly.  

After dinner it was a shit show. Hope threw up all her pizza, Theo decided to draw on the walls, Kira and Joseph got in a huge screaming match over whose turn it was to pick a movie. And Isla had accidentally run into the glass cabinet in the dining room and broke it, earning herself a small cut on her hand. 

Your night ended with Theo throwing the world's longest tantrum because his Papa still wasn't home to tuck him in. 

You weren't sure how much more of this you could take. Your entire body hurt, your head pounded with each beat of your heart. Every muscle felt like you went 10 rounds with Simon. Your head knocks softly against the door, as you look up at the white ceiling of the hallway. 

It was almost 2 in the morning and despite how bone crushingly tired you were, you couldn't find it in you to get up. To crawl into your massive bed and lay there, missing your men. Sleeping alone for most people was a luxury, especially for someone who had as big of a bed as yours. But to you, the empty bed with more pillows and blankets than one person could need was a constant reminder that they weren't home. 

You had tried calling their cell phones earlier, knowing that it would just go straight to voicemail. You had just needed to hear their voices, hoping it would give you the strength to get through the night. 

Tears prick the back of your eyes, your throat constricting with emotion. You missed them so much it was starting to physically hurt. You could feel the hole in your chest growing with each passing day. You couldn’t hold back the tears anymore, and they started to fall rapidly. Your breathing turns harsh and rapid as you fold over on yourself. Hands gripping your knees as you sob. Your spine digs into the hard wood of the door behind you, but you barely notice. The physical discomfort is no match for the bone deep ache in your heart. Each breath is like a million tiny needles embedding into your lungs as you struggle to pull in oxygen. 

Your soft sobs echo through the hallway, and you’re honestly surprised you haven’t woken one of your children. Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth you bite back a scream that threatens to rip from you. Your vision becomes spotty as you hyperventilate, and eventually it becomes too much and you drift off into a dreamless sleep.

Warm hands, soft voices, the smell of jasmine and vanilla. Another set of hands, these ones larger. A different scent, one of gunpowder and leather. 

“C’mon Darling, open your beautiful eyes,” a gruff voice coaxed.

John.

“She’s not runnin’ a fever…” another voice, this one laced with an accent.

Johnny.

“Baby? Can you hear us?” A warm palm brushes over your forehead.

Kyle.

“Give her a minute, the poor thing looks exhausted.”

Simon.

Your eyes flutter open and you blink at the harsh overhead light from the ceiling fan over your bed. People swim at the edges of your vision and you rub your eyes, trying to focus. When you pull your hands away from your eyes, you have a sudden feeling of Deja vu. Four sets of eyes peer down at you. Two sets of blue, two sets of brown. 

“There you are,” John's lips tip up in a small smile.

“I’m not dead right?” You whisper, voice hoarse. 

“No, Baby, you’re alive,” Kyle laughs slightly, his warm hand coming to brush along your cheek. You lean into his hand, the warmth from his fingers seeping into the skin of your cheek. You look at the others, they’re still wearing their fatigues, you push yourself up onto your elbows. 

“When did you get home?” You ask, your gaze landing on Simon. He stands against the wall opposite your bed. Eyebrows furrowed as he watched you like a hawk.

 “20 minutes ago,” Johnny answers, slipping onto the bed next to you, he pulls you towards him. He cradles you against his chest, his lips brushing your cheek.

“You were asleep outside Theo’s door, you look exhausted Darling,” John puts his boonie hat on the dresser, and pulls his gun out of the waistband of his pants. He walks over, shoving Johnny over for a second to grabs his as well. John disappears into the walk-in closet and you can hear the beep of the electronic lock for their gun safe. 

“Oh…” you murmur as Johnny tucks you under his chin, his hands rubbing up and down your sides.

“I take things have been rough?” Kyle sits on the other side of you. As if on cue, the baby monitor for Theo’s room screeches to life. 

“Mama!!! I want Papa!!” Theo’s little voice crackles over the monitor.

John pokes his head out of the closet, wearing a T-shirt and sweatpant. “That’s my cue,” he mutters, walking over to the bed and dropping a kiss to your head. He slips from the room, and a moment later you hear Theo’s bedroom door open.

“Papa?” Theo’s voice is small and sleepy.

“Hi buddy, you looking for me?” John says quietly.

Simon reaches forward and switches off the monitor. Before he disappears into the closet to change as well.

“Missed you Mo Chridhe..” Johnny kisses your shoulder and hair.

“Not as much as I missed all of you,” you smile, grabbing Kyle’s hand and squeezing softly.

“Go change MacTavish, you’re gonna ruin my sheets,” Simon grunts. “Stop hogging the wife too,” he crosses his arms over his chest and stares down at you and Johnny. 

Johnny sighs and climbs off the bed and Simon slips into his spot, pulling you basically on top of him. His lips press to the side of your head as he anchors his arms around your waist. You look at his face, the dark circles under his eyes and a new cut through his eyebrow. Every muscle in his body is tense. You feel like you’re cuddling a rock wall more than your husband.

Kyle heads into the bathroom leaving you and Simon alone for a few moments. You rest your head on his large chest, his heart beating frantically against his ribs.

“It’s okay Si… you’re home now.. you can relax,” you gently rub your fingers over his jaw. The muscles twitching under your fingers.

He lets out a long breath, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks as he presses his mouth to yours. He pours everything into the kiss, his worries, his anxiety, the love he feels for you. He leaves you breathless as he pulls back.

“Get some sleep, Lovie. You need it.” Simon lets you go slightly so you can settle into your spot in the middle of the bed. Kyle flicks the light switch off and climbs in behind Simon, his arm over Simon’s body and resting on your hip. A few seconds later Johnny slips into bed facing you, his hand grabbing yours.your eyes grow heavy as he settles the blankets over you. The soft click of the bedroom door, followed by a slight shift in the mattress as John climbs in, the last thing you remember before you drift off to sleep.

You wake the next morning, bed empty, and you sit up. Did you dream of them coming home?

You glance around the room, but when your eyes settle on John’s boonie hat and Simon’s skull balaclava sitting on the dresser, you know you didn’t.

Slipping from the bed you change into a pair of leggings and a top, quickly brushing your teeth. You can hear laughter from the floor below as you walk down the hall. All the kids' bedroom doors are open, and the scent of pancakes floats up the stairs.

“Daddy! Daddy! Look, this one looks like a smiley face!” Joseph laughs.

“Nice job bud, can you make another?” Simon’s deep voice replies.

You round the corner and pause in the doorway, Theo is snuggled up on John’s chest, as John sits in a chair. His large hands rubbed the four year olds back.

Hope sits in her high chair, Kyle perched on the edge of the table as he rips up a pancake for her. Her tiny hands are grabbing the pieces faster than he can place them. 

Kira and Isla are sitting with Johnny at the table eating, their faces covered in sticky syrup, chocolate from the pancakes on their fingers.

“Hi Mama!” Joseph is the first to notice you, your shadowy figure at the edge of the doorway. All eyes snap to you, your children smiling before going back to what they were doing. Your husbands regard you for a few extra moments. Gaz only momentarily before Hope smacks her hands on her tray, demanding the man in front of her rip her pancake faster. 

John smiles at you over Theo’s head, his head tipping towards the full coffee pot. He knew you well, the first thing you needed in the morning was a caffeine fix. Johnny watches as you walk to the coffee pot, pouring yourself a cup and adding all your favorite mix ins. 

“Did ya sleep well?” He asks, wiping syrup from the table with a wet cloth.

“I did, best I’ve slept in awhile actually,” you hold the warm mug between your hands. You peer over the kitchen island where Simon is standing with Joseph making pancakes. He pours the batter onto the hot griddle before Joseph carefully drops various toppings into it. Blueberries for some, and chocolate chips for others.

“What kind do you want mama?” The boy asks, a smile on his lips as he shoves a stray chocolate chip into his mouth.

“I’m okay baby, thank you,” you walk over kissing his cheek before stretching up on your toes to kiss Simon’s. Simon’s brown eyes flicker over to you, but he doesn’t say anything just observing you.

You slide into a bar stool and watch as they continue to make stacks of pancakes. Once they are out of batter Simon plates two pancakes for Joseph, steering him in the direction of the table for him to eat. You raise your mug to your lips taking a small sip of your coffee. Your nose scrunching as the liquid slides over your tongue. Your stomach rolls slightly as you take another sip. You set the mug down on the counter, looking up to see Simon once again watching you. His hands held the empty bowl of pancake batter. 

“Something wrong with the coffee?” He inquires and you swear his eyes can see right through to your very soul. 

“I think the cream might be bad,” you push the mug away from you. Suddenly John’s hand is wrapping around the mug and he takes a sip. He’s quiet for a moment before he sets the cup down.

“Kira, Joseph, Isla, get ready for school,” John looks over at the kids who are staring at all of you. They quickly scramble from the room. Their footsteps race up the stairs as they run to their rooms to change.

“When did you find out?” He asks, and you look up at him puzzled.

“What?” 

“You don’t have to hide it, baby. We weren’t kidding when we said it before we left.” Kyle pulls Hope from her high chair and comes to stand around the counter with the other two.

“Said what?” You look between Simon, Kyle and John, your eyes flickering between them all. Johnny comes over, dropping the kids plates into the large sink.

“About wanting another bairn,” he crosses his arms over his chest. A smirk on his face as he looks at you.

“I’m not pregnant.” You blurt out, running your hands over your face. When you pull your hands from your face they’re all staring at you with doubtful looks on their faces. “I’m not!” 

“The only time you don’t like coffee is when you’re pregnant,” Simon states like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“When was your last period?” Kyle asks, shifting Hope up higher in his arms.

“I haven’t gotten one since Hope stopped breastfeeding, that’s normal though,” you cross your arms over your chest.

“Did you not learn anything the last time you thought that?” Johnny laughs, and you cheeks flame. Okay so maybe they had a point, the last time you didn’t get a period after you stopped breastfeeding was when you got pregnant with Isla 3 months after the twins were born. 

“Sod off,” you grumble, getting off the stool and storming up the stairs. 

“Lovie! Don’t be like that, we aren’t mad!” Simon calls after you, but you don’t miss the laughter in his voice. 

“I’ll prove you wrong! Just gimme a moment!” You slam the bathroom door closed, and drop to your knees in front of the bathroom vanity. You pull out baskets of random items. Gauze, kids hair brushes, extra tooth paste, a Barbie doll that went missing months ago. A half used box of tissues, and more. You finally spot what you’re looking for, a box of digital pregnancy tests you kept in the back of the vanity.

You don’t bother shoving anything back under the vanity, as you quickly pee on the test strip and put the blue plastic cover on. You jog back down the stairs, the test in your hand as you place it on the counter in front of them. The little digital screen blinks, the bars creeping ever so slow as you give each of them a glare. 

John puts Theo on the floor and the 4 year old runs off, his own tiny feet going up the stairs as he goes to find his siblings. Kyle sets Hope on the counter, and she smacks the countertop with her hands, laughing at the sound that echoes through the quiet kitchen. 

“Darling, we want as many children as you’ll give us,” John reaches over and flips the test over so no one can see the digital screen. 

“We already have 5, how many more could we possibly need?” You sit on the bar stool, as Simon hands Hope 2 wooden spoons for her to play with. She shoves one in her mouth and waves the other around, almost smacking Gaz in the face. 

“I’d like 3 more,” Johnny answers, leaning his forearms against the counter. 

“8 Children total?” You stare at him, unable to wipe the slightly horrified look off your face. “You realize that there would be 13 people in our family at that point right?” 

“What's got you shaken up Mo Chridhe?” he frowns at you.

“I-I don't know if i can handle 8 kids alone….” You whisper, your voice shaking.

You could barely keep the 5 you had already alive when they were gone. Add in 3 more and you were sure you weren't going to survive. But you loved your children, and had always wanted a huge family. It was something you dreamed of as a child, and you knew how much each of your husbands adored the children. Were you really ready to never have a newborn baby again? Never experience the first time a baby smiles or laughs. Your gaze flickers to Hope, as she sits on the counter top, drool trailing down her chin as she gnaws on the wooden spoon. Kyle watches her, a smile on his face as she smiles at him. 

“We talked a lot on this last deployment, and we agreed we would be stepping back a lot,” John comes to stand behind your chair, his hands rubbing up and down your back.

“But you’re the best at what you do… I’d feel terrible if something catastrophic happened because you were home instead of where you were needed.” You look between the 3 of them in front of you.

“Love, here is where we’re needed,” Simon frowns.

“We’ve been doing this for a long time, longer than most task forces. It’s about time we think about passing the baton to another task force anyways. We’ve been talking with Laswell and she’d sent us some files of teams she thinks would be a good fit. We would train them, and we would still be working on base. But we wouldn't be deploying as much, only when we were really needed.” Kyle adds.

“We’ve been asked to help train and teach new recruits, we’ve got a lot of experience in the field, and it's helpful for them to learn from people who have been out there, seen what we have. We’ll still be doing what we love, but we’ll get to come home to our family every night. You won't have to worry if we’ll be coming back every time we walk out the door. You’d get the help with the children, and we’d get to see them more. Spend time with them. We’ve missed a lot over the years and we don't want to miss anymore.” Simon runs hand through his blonde hair, and your eyes fill with tears. 

“You’re not just doing it for me right? You want to step back right?” You look over your shoulder at John. 

“You’re part of the reason, but we’ve all taken a beating over the years. And it was getting time for us to retire anyways, we’re just doing it a few years earlier. But trust us Darling, we want to be home. Being out there doesn't give us the same thrill it did years ago. Being here, with you, that's what we look forward to.” John runs his fingers through your hair, and you nod. 

“Okay,” you breathe, your eyes falling to the flipped over test. 

“No matter what it says, we’ll be okay,” Kyle reaches across the table and rubs his fingers over your knuckles. 

“What do you want it to say?” Simon asks, drawing your attention to him. 

You chew your bottom lip, what did you want it to say?

You were happy with the 5 beautiful children you had. The twins, Isla, Theo and Hope, they were amazing children and you loved watching them everyday. But your family didn't feel complete. You didn't feel done, your heart still longed for more.You loved how close the kids you had now were, they were never alone, they always had someone to play with. And when the time came and none of you were around, they would still have each other. 

“I want more,” you finally answer, and all 4 of the men in your life smile. 

“Even if it's negative, we’ll keep trying okay?” John kisses the top of your head. Taking one last deep breath you reach forward and pick up the test. You look at all of them as they wait for you to flip it over. 

Your hands shake slightly as you flip over the little blue test, 5 sets of eyes peer down at the small screen. 

‘Pregnant, 3+’ stares back at you. 

Johnny is the first to move as he nearly climbs over Kyle and John to get to you. His arms wrap around your waist as he pulls you from the chair, and spins you around. His face is buried in your neck as he holds you tight. 

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he mumbles as he presses his lips to yours. 

“Get out of the way MacTavish,” John grumbles as he pulls you from Soap and into his arms, he presses a kiss to your lips as well. “I love you, thank you for giving us another.

“You don't have to thank me,” You laugh as you kiss him back.

Kyle is next, his hands settling on your waist as he pulls you in, his lips finding yours. “We do, because you’ve already given us 5, and we would never ask for more if it wasn't what you wanted.” 

Simon is the last, he pulls you in, his large hands on your hips as he leans down, his forehead bumping yours as you share a breath there. “You sure this is what you want?” He asks softly, you can hear the others move about the kitchen. Kyle takes Hope to put her shoes on. John and Soap call up the stairs for the older children to get their backpacks as they slip their lunchboxes into them.

“I’m sure,” you smile, “I want this.”

“As long as you’re sure,” Simon presses a kiss to your mouth before he hugs you tight. You wrap your arms around him, leaning your head on his chest. 

The sounds of footsteps running down the stairs pull you away, Isla, Kira, and Joseph file into the kitchen, their backpacks on, all dressed for school.

“We’re ready, can we all go to the bus stop this morning?” Joseph asks, looking between you and Simon.

“Sure bud, let me just put my shoes on,” you smile, you walk down the hall to grab your shoes and pull them on. The rest of your family waits, as you tie your sneakers.  John holds Hope in his arms, Simon holds Theo’s hand, Johnny and Kyle head out the door first. The children followed. You fall in step in the middle of your group, it was warm today. Warmer than normal for this time of year, but you didn't mind it. Although the unusual warmth usually brought thunderstorms. 

Those you weren’t too fond of. 

As you approach the bus stop you see the normal group of parents waiting with their children. Maria stands next to her two older boys standing with a group of friends, Piper sits on the grass, her little head lifting as you all approach. She waves enthusiastically to Theo, and Theo pulls away from Simon. Running as fast as his little legs will carry him to his friend. They sit in the grass, building a stack of rocks to see who can get it higher. 

Maria looks at you, a giant smile on her face as she sees your husband’s with you. 

“I see they came back!” she exclaims, as you and the others stop a few steps from her.

“Pleasure to see you again Maria,” John hugs her.

“Glad you made it back,” she smiles, hugging each of them, even Simon who stiffly hugs her back.

“We’ll be around a lot more,” Johnny smiles, his arm snaking around your waist as he pulls you into his side. 

“Oh?” Maria looks at them.

“We’re stepping back, we have much more important things here,” John explains, and Maria nods.

“I’m glad you’ll be around more,” she eyes you suspiciously. “Are you still going to tell me I'm wrong?” She gives you a pointed look.

“Ma- y- how does everyone always know before me! It's my bloody body.” You grumble, and Soap laughs. 

“We know what to look for,” Kyle kisses the side of your head.

“I just knew because even though you looked knackered, you still looked like you were glowing,” Maria laughs.

“Simon figured it out because of my coffee,” you grumble, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“I'm happy for you, dear. If you need anything let me know. Although I wonder how you’ll fit another in that house of yours. You’re quickly outgrowing it,” Maria adds as the bus pulls up. The older children all race off to get onto it, and wave you as they all climb on. 

“We haven't figured that much out yet,” you shrug, “I'm sure we’ll think of something.”

“I’m sure you will,” she hugs you. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you,” you hug her back.

“C’mon Theo! Time to go,” Simon calls and the small boy hugs his friend before he races over. 

You wave again to Maria and begin the walk back to the house, Hope having fallen asleep in John's arms. Her brown hair falling into her face as she sleeps peacefully. You look between the four men that walk with you.

“What are we going to do about the room… we don't have any more bedrooms.” You place your hand on your still flat stomach. How long did you have to prepare?

Where would you even put a baby? 

Isla still had her own room, and sure you could move Theo into there, but he still wasn't a good sleeper and you didn't want to ruin her sleep by him waking up. 

You could move the new baby into Hope's room with her but it might still cause problems with how frequently new babies wake up. She would be almost three and a half by the time the baby was going to be ready for their own room. And you certainly were going to need a bigger dining room table to be able to fit everyone. 

“We can always move, we’ve talked about moving in the past. Wanting to get out into the countryside more.  It would be a good time to buy right now anyways, interest rates are low. And I'm sure there’s something out in the rural parts that would be plenty big enough for us, and we can always add on. We don't really have enough land with the current house to add on, we’d be building too close to the neighbors.” John explains, as you get to the end of your driveway.

You stare at your house, you’ve been in it for 5 years, having moved in when you were pregnant with Isla, a month before she was due. The twins were still babies themselves. You loved the house, but it was too small for such a large family. With only 5 bedrooms, and 3 bathrooms it was becoming crowded. Your kitchen, although big enough for now, wasn't going to be able to accommodate everyone for much longer. And you always wanted a house with lots of land for the kids to play in. You had a decent sized yard now but it was nowhere near big enough for the swingset the kids kept asking for. 

And it wasn't like it was a small house. It had almost 3000 sqft, but when you have 5 children and one (possibly 2) on the way. You needed something bigger. Something with room to grow. 

“Okay, we’ll start looking at listings.” 

“So we’re gonna move?” Simon confirms.

“We’re moving,”

Next:

[starglitterz]

for anon.

it’s a quiet night at wangshu inn. you and xiao are pressed back to back on the rooftop, gazing up the twinkling stars blanketing the velvet sky and the round glowing moon. it’s peaceful, which is what you’ve come to expect from all your time with xiao – despite his karmic debt and his claims to the opposite, your lover has a way of always putting you at ease with his mere presence. then you feel him fidgeting behind you, a rare occurrence for the usually composed yaksha. “is something wrong, xiao?” your fingers intertwine with his beside you, and you tilt your head back to rest on his shoulder.

xiao is silent for a few moments as he considers his words, then he murmurs, “i know that mortals celebrate a certain festival around this time.” from how you’re lying on his shoulder, you can see the pink flush creeping up his neck as he continues, “a festival for lovers.” “we do,” you nod, moving so you’re sitting up and facing him even as he keeps his face stubbornly turned away, “it’s called valentines.” “i…” xiao seems to be fumbling for words, and when he finally looks at you there’s an adorable shyness in his amber eyes, “i am not experienced with such customs.”

your gaze softens and you squeeze his hands gently, “it’s okay, xiao! i don’t mind-” “but.” he cuts you off before placing something in your hands, “i made this for you.” it’s a butterfly woven from jade leaves, with a qingxin flower embedded at its core. “xiao… it’s beautiful,” your eyes sparkle as you weigh it in your palms, cupping it with almost reverence, “thank you.” he coughs once and you look up, only for the adeptus to mumble, “so, dove… will you be my valentines?” 

thank you for ordering at kira’s lovey-dovey cafe! ♡

[allnightstay]

Day 16 - Cackle ~

Ryuk's New Discovery

Summary: When Ryuk discovers that Light is ticklish, he can’t resist teasing him, cackling with delight as the usually composed Light Yagami struggles to maintain his dignity.

Lee: Light Yagami

Ler: Ryuk

A/N: I thought this gif was hilarious cause Ryuk looks like he's about to sneak attack Light :3

Light Yagami sat at his desk, the Death Note open before him. He tapped the pen against the paper, deep in thought, strategizing his next moves. The air in his room was still, except the looming presence of Ryuk, who hovered lazily behind him.

“You’re always so serious,” Ryuk muttered, sounding almost bored. “Humans are strange. Even when they’re trying to take over the world, they’re so uptight.”

Light didn’t even glance up. “I’m not uptight. I’m focused. There’s a difference.”

Ryuk grinned, sharp teeth gleaming. “Focused, huh? You never relax, do you? I wonder...” He drifted closer, an idea forming in his mischievous mind. “Hey, Light… are humans ticklish?”

Light froze for a second, eyebrows twitching in annoyance. “What kind of stupid question is that?”

“Ohhh.” Ryuk’s grin widened at the subtle shift in Light’s expression. “You are ticklish, aren’t you? I wonder what happens if I...”

Before Light could stop him, Ryuk reached down with his long, bony fingers and gave Light’s ribs an experimental wiggle.

“R-Ryuk!” Light yelped, twisting away from the unexpected sensation. He batted at the Shinigami’s hands, trying to maintain his composure. But Ryuk wasn’t done.

“This is hilarious!” Ryuk cackled loud, eerie, and unhinged. His laughter echoed through the room as he danced his fingers across Light’s ribs and sides, delighting in how his human companion squirmed. “So even you can’t resist a little tickling, huh, Light?”

Light grit his teeth, determined not to give in. “S-stop it, Ryuk! This isn’t fuhunny!”

“Are you kidding? This is hilarious!” Ryuk’s cackle grew even louder as Light thrashed in his chair, trying desperately to fend off the Shinigami’s relentless poking. "Humans are weird! Who knew the mighty Kira could be undone by a few wiggly fingers?”

Light bit his lip, stifling a laugh that threatened to escape. But Ryuk’s clawed hands were merciless, and before long, a startled laugh broke free from Light’s lips.

"Nahahaha he-hehehey quit ihihit!!"

“There it is! I knew you had it in you!” Ryuk howled with delight. His cackling laughter filled the room, almost drowning out Light’s increasingly frantic giggles.

“Hahaha R-Ryuk, stop! Y-you-ahh!-idiot!” Light gasped, trying to push the Shinigami away. His hair was disheveled, his usual calm demeanor shattered by the absurdity of the situation.

“Why would I stop now?” Ryuk said between cackles, his grin wider than ever. “This is the most fun I’ve had in years!”

Eventually, Ryuk relented, floating backward with a gleeful smirk. Light slumped in his chair, gasping for breath, glaring daggers at the Shinigami.

“Seriously what's gotten into you,” Light muttered, straightening his clothes and running a hand through his hair in a futile attempt to restore his dignity.

Ryuk chuckled, still grinning from ear to ear. “Oh, come on, Light. Admit it! That was fun. For me, at least!”

Light shot him a murderous look. “If you ever do that again, I’ll write your name in the Death Note.”

Ryuk cackled once more, completely unfazed. “Oh, Light… as if you’d get rid of me. Who else would make you laugh like that?”

Light rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, but Ryuk only continued to float around the room, still amused by his newfound discovery.

And though Light would never admit it out loud, he knew he’d have to stay on his guard from now on - because Ryuk had found yet another way to torment him.

[kanyerealdaughter]

— ★ BLEACH MEN IN FRANCE

characters - renji , ichigo , uryu , byakuya , kenpachi , shinji , aizen , gin , kaname , kugo , kensei , rose , hisagi , kira. | pt II here! | all around the world event! |

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RENJI ABARAI -

arrival reaction - mouth slightly open, takes in the view with awe.

“ damn… this place is somethin’ else.” nudges you playfully. “ kinda makes you wanna kiss, huh?”

food experience - tries pronouncing everything on the menu, fails halfway. lets you order and grins when your eyes light up.

“ as long as you’re happy, i’ll eat whatever.”

night walk experience - keeps his arm wrapped loosely around your waist. he pauses to take blurry selfies with you under lamplight.

“ never thought i’d fall for a city, or a person, this hard.”

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ICHIGO KUROSAKI -

arrival reaction - quiet at first, but his hand finds yours fast. “ so this is paris…” he says softly.

“ looks better with you in it.”

food experience - orders something safe, ends up stealing bites off your plate. laughs when you catch him and wipes your lips with a napkin.

“ this might be the best part of the trip. us.”

night walk experience - walks close, shoulders brushing. when the breeze hits, he pulls you into his jacket.

“ i’d protect you anywhere. but this place… makes it easier to say it.”

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URYU ISHIDA -

arrival reaction - immediately admires the architecture and historical symmetry.

“ they designed this with intention. kind of poetic, right?” glances at you. “ i’m glad you’re here to see it with me.”

food experience - picks the restaurant for its quiet, elegant ambiance. adjusts your silverware and pours your water.

“ i want this to be perfect for you. for us.”

night walk experience - he walks with straight posture, eyes catching every little detail. tells you bits of trivia about bridges and buildings.

eventually softens. “ being here with you… it’s the most human i’ve felt in a long time.”

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BYAKUYA KUCHIKI -

arrival reaction - stays silent, composed, unmoved, until the lights of the eiffel tower reflect in your eyes.

“…this city has taste.” he pauses. “as do you.”

food experience - flawless manners, never makes a misstep. but he watches you with warm, hidden fondness.

“ you’ve made this evening… memorable.”

night walk experience - he offers his arm. the streets blur in gold behind you. “ if i could freeze a moment in time, this would be it.”

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KENPACHI ZARAKI -

arrival reaction - laughs. loud. “ all these pretty lights for what?!” then he sees you smiling and rubs the back of his neck.

“ okay… not bad.”

food experience - chooses meat. complains about portion size. ends up feeding you fries off his plate anyway.

“ what? you look like you wanted it.”

night walk experience - he grumbles about walking too slow, but matches your pace without thinking. kisses your forehead suddenly, grinning.

“ don’t tell anyone i liked this.”

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SHINJI HIRAKO -

arrival reaction - he whistles low. “ now this is a mood. lights, romance, you…” wraps an arm around your shoulder. “ feels like a movie.”

food experience - orders champagne, flirts through bites. feeds you something sweet and wipes the corner of your mouth slow.

“ you’re the most delicious thing here.”

night walk experience - makes you laugh with bad french impressions. spins you under a bridge light like you’re dancing.

“ paris got nothin’ on you, baby.”

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SOSUKE AIZEN -

arrival reaction - slow smile as he looks over the city. “ beautiful… though not as captivating as you.” offers you his hand.

“ shall we?”

food experience - calm, refined. speaks in a low voice over flickering candlelight. he watches you closely, too closely.

“ i want to memorize every expression you make.” *how romantic*

night walk experience - walks like he owns the streets. he pauses only when you ask, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear.

“ paris will forget us. but i won’t forget you.”

—————————————————————————

GIN ICHIMARU -

arrival reaction - grinning with closed eyes. “ ooooh, la la what a perfect little love trap we’re in.” leans closer. “ guess i’m caught in yours.”

food experience - chooses something suspiciously fancy. offers to feed you and chuckles when you flinch.

“ trust me.! i wouldn’t poison ya. not here, anyway.”

night walk experience - twirls a rose between his fingers as you walk. his voice lower than usual.

“ some things don’t need lies to be pretty. like this moment.”

—————————————————————————

KANAME TOSEN -

arrival reaction - silent but still. “ i can’t see the lights… but i can feel how you look at them.”

he turns to you. “ and that’s more than enough.”

food experience - calmly listens to the environment. senses your joy more than his own “ it brings me peace… hearing your laughter.”

night walk experience - follows your lead, senses every movement. pauses at a bridge.

“ paris glows. but your presence… shines louder.”

—————————————————————————

KUGO GINJO -

arrival reaction - stretches his arms, grinning “ this place is kinda slick, huh?” he throws an arm over your shoulder. “ good thing i brought the real main event.”

food experience - he picks a loud, trendy spot. orders too much and still eats it all. winks at you across the table. “ you want the last bite or should i flex my boyfriend rights?”

night walk experience - walks like he’s swaggering through a heist movie. but the second you sigh, he softens.

“ hey… you okay? this night’s yours. i want it perfect.”

—————————————————————————

KENSEI MUGURUMA -

arrival reaction - he gruff at first. “ it’s just a damn city.” but when you look up at him with stars in your eyes, he can’t help but soften up.

food experience - orders strong wine, eats clean and quick. shares his coat when you shiver.

“ you gotta eat more. can’t have you fading on me.”

night walk experience - keeps an arm around you like protection is a habit. stares out at the river in silence. finally says, “ never thought i’d feel peaceful like this.”

—————————————————————————

ROJURO ‘ROSE’ OTORIBASHI -

arrival reaction - he twirls once, arms out. “ ahh, the rhythm of this place is divine.” offers his hand with a wink. “ dance with me through the city.”

food experience - chooses a place with live music and soft lights. sings you a line of poetry in between bites.

“ this entire night is a melody, and you are the chorus.”

night walk experience - walks with flair, stopping often to admire beauty. touches your cheek and says, “ you outshine the moon tonight.”

—————————————————————————

SHUHEI HISAGI -

arrival reaction - quiet admiration in his eyes as he takes in the golden-lit skyline. “…so this is paris.” he doesn’t say much, but the way he reaches for your hand. steady, firm, says enough.

“ let’s make this a night worth remembering.”

food experience - he chooses a quiet bistro tucked in an alley, not flashy but warm. listens to you more than he talks, eyes soft every time you smile. raises his glass halfway through the meal, voice low.

“ to nights like this, and people who make them matter.”

night walk experience - walks with you in silence at first, fingers brushing, then intertwining with yours. pauses under an old streetlamp, golden light hitting his face just right. leans in close, voice barely above a whisper.

“ there’s nowhere else i’d rather be than right here… with you.”

—————————————————————————

IZURU KIRA

arrival reaction - his eyes filled with something quiet. “…it’s beautiful. in a sad, soft way.” he looks at you. “ kind of like how i feel around you. full.”

food experience - he barely touches his food, too busy watching you glow. sips wine and hums.

“ paris suits your smile. or maybe it’s the other way around.”

night walk experience - moves slowly, eyes on the stars above. he whispers things only for you to hear.

“ this night… i’d live it again. if only for you.”

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[geneviveleocardius]

final decision

who are you choosing?

if you chose L

your relationship with L would deepen in subtle yet meaningful ways. he’s not someone who expresses affection conventionally, but his care for you becomes evident in his actions.

he starts sharing his thoughts with you more than anyone else, valuing your perspective on the case and even considering your opinions above his own—a rare sign of his trust.

L’s love language remains peculiar. he offers you his favorite sweets during long nights, insisting that “you’ll need energy to keep up with me.” it’s his way of saying he values your presence, even if he never explicitly says the words.

physical affection is sparse but intentional. L might brush his fingers against yours when handing over a report or lean in closer than necessary while examining evidence. these small gestures carry the weight of emotions he struggles to articulate.

as the investigation progresses, L grows increasingly protective of you. he rarely lets you out of his sight, not trusting anyone else to keep you safe. “you’re a vital part of this team,” he says, though his concern runs deeper than professional interest.

when it becomes clear that kira has taken a personal interest in you, L’s mask of calm begins to crack. he spends hours analyzing every interaction you’ve had with light, his paranoia rising as he tries to shield you from kira’s reach.

the night you die, L is with you. you collapse suddenly, and though he understands immediately what’s happening—kira’s handiwork—it doesn’t soften the blow. he holds you, his usually detached demeanor breaking as he whispers, “stay with me.”

your death devastates L in a way he never expected. he continues the investigation with a cold, single-minded determination, but his moments of quiet reflection are filled with memories of you.

when L himself dies shortly after, he feels a strange sense of relief. his final thoughts are of you, and for the first time in his life, he wishes he could have had more time—not to solve another case, but to spend it with you.

if you chose light

your relationship with light deepens quickly, as he knows exactly how to make you feel like the most important person in his world. he listens attentively, remembers every small detail about you, and ensures you feel indispensable to him.

light’s affection, while genuine, is still rooted in control. he wants you by his side, not just as his partner but as someone who validates his vision of a perfect future. he reassures you, saying, “together, we can create a better world.”

he grows more possessive as his feelings for you intensify. if you express concern over his methods, he skillfully redirects the conversation, convincing you that everything he does is for the greater good—and for you.

physical affection with light is calculated but intense. he holds you close when you’re alone, his touch conveying both passion and an underlying need to keep you tethered to him.

as the pressure of the investigation mounts, light becomes increasingly paranoid about your safety. he’s torn between wanting to keep you close and fearing that your connection to him might make you a target.

if misa amane becomes involved, she sees you as a threat to her devotion to kira. despite light’s attempts to reassure her, misa acts on her own, using the death note to remove you from the equation.

alternatively, if the investigation catches up to light, your life ends in the chaos of his downfall. perhaps you’re caught in the crossfire of a police raid, or near him when Near’s team finally corners him.

your death shatters light’s carefully composed facade. whether it was misa’s doing or the result of his own hubris, he’s consumed by guilt and rage. for the first time, his vision of a perfect world feels hollow without you in it.

light’s grief manifests as obsession. he spends sleepless nights replaying the events that led to your death, his mind unraveling as he tries to justify the loss.

by the end, light is a shell of the man he once was, his ambition tainted by the memory of you. even as he faces his inevitable defeat, his thoughts linger on you, and for the briefest moment, he regrets everything.

[dailyenglishvoca]

Today's song is Highlight by KIRA featuring the Vocaloid Hatsune Miku

Happy birthday, Miku!!

[jorgeofithaca]

“Hello my friends?”

“Guys. Seriously.. is this working??”

“No?”

“POSEIDON!”

This AU described by @zippyskyfalls : “Jorge but he's unaware epic ACTUALLY happened, mf's just a songwriter who thinks he got really lucky and is actually just Ody reincarnate” and also this

what nooo he doesn't speak ancient greek-

A man who probably needs tons of sleep.

Other names: Mr. Jalapeño, Jimbo Pimbo, Epic-Guy, Captain, Mr. Epic, Jorgenborg Borgonbong/Gorgonbong, Mr. Summoner of the Chihuahua Washing Machine, Carl Wheezer, Jimmy Neutron, Angry Owl, Gumpus McGee, Jorgy Gorgy, Pam Pam, Jorgito, Gambo Slide, The Monster Rawr Rawr Rawr, Jorge Borgy, Jorginho, Mr. Rivera-Herrans, Epic Dude, Sheen Estevez, The Raining King of Ithaca, Mr. Songwriter. Somebody Else.

BORN: February 6th, 1998

Ethnicities: Latino / Hispanic, White / European Descent

5’9/175 cm

skills: Singing, Acting Techniques, Music/Musician: Piano/Keyboards, Music/Musician: Guitar Languages: Spanish, Music/Musician: Drums/Percussion, Music/Musician: Harmonica, Sports/Fitness: Cycling, General Sports

GENDER: Male

OCCUPATION: Playwright, Composer, Lyricist, Actor

FAMILY: Wanda Herrans (Mother) Mike Rivera (Father) Diana Rivera-Herrans (Sister) Talya Sindel (Girlfriend)

I DO NOT INTEND TO IMPERSONATE JORGE AND PUT HIM IN A BAD LIGHT.

“Help us all” - Jorge, probably.

—

taken anons: 🎧, 🌵

PFP by @/sodapanque

—

people you can interact with:

Jay (Talya’s Boyfriend. Odysseus reincarnate. Father to the Telemachii, status is alive. Writer of Epic the musical. Voice of Odysseus. Son of.. Apollo? Or atleast Legacy..)

Talya (Jorge’s Girlfriend. Penelope reincarnate. Mother to the Telemachii, status is alive. just don’t ask. Voice of Circe.)

Luke (Son of Zeus, status is deceased. Voice of Zeus)

Steven R. (Son of Poseidon, status is alive, Voice of Poseidon.)

MICO (Jorge and Talya’s adopted son, status is alive, voice of Telemachus.)

TROY (Grandson of Hermes, status is deceased. Voice of Hermes)

Ayron (…., status is alive, voice of Antinous.)

Janani (great granddaughter of Eros, status is alive, voice of Aphrodite)

Earl (legacy of Harmonia, status is alive, voice of Ares)

Kira (daughter of Aeolus, status is alive, voice of Aeolus)

—

[peachbubbless]

Yoshikage Kira x Reader - A Perfectly Normal Man

The fluorescent lights of the office hummed softly overhead, casting a dull glow over the nearly empty desks. You stretched, rolling the stiffness from your shoulders as you glanced at the clock. 8:47 PM.

Great. Another late night.

Most of your coworkers had left hours ago, but the reports had piled up, and you weren’t the type to leave a job half-done. With a sigh, you power down your computer and gather your things, the quiet emptiness of the office amplifying every little sound.

As you stepped into the hallway, the distant click of a door caught your attention. You turned just in time to see a familiar figure stepping out of another department’s office.

Yoshikage Kira.

His suit was as crisp as ever, not a wrinkle in sight. Blonde hair neatly in place, hands adjusting his tie with practiced precision. He always carried himself with that same composed air, moving with an unhurried grace, like nothing in the world could possibly disturb him.

For a man so utterly ordinary, there was something about him that always held your attention. Maybe it was the contrast, how he blended so easily into the background yet maintained a strange, meticulous presence. You had exchanged pleasantries before, even shared a few polite conversations in the break room. He was never unkind, never impolite. Just… reserved. Predictable. Normal.

So why was it that, lately, you had started noticing him more?

Kira glanced up, his violet eyes meeting yours with a look of mild surprise, as if he hadn’t expected to see anyone else here this late.

“Ah,” he said, voice smooth and even. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

You laughed lightly, shouldering your bag. “Yeah, I stayed late finishing some reports. Didn’t realize how late it got.”

He gave a small nod, slipping his hands into his pockets. “A responsible habit. Though, I’d suggest being careful. Morioh isn’t as safe as it seems at night.”

You tilted your head. “You think so?”

“I know so.” His expression didn’t change, but something about the way he said it felt… certain.

Before you could think too much about it, he glanced toward the door. “Shall we?”

You blinked. “Huh?”

He gestured toward the exit. “It seems we’re both leaving for the night. It would be troublesome if something happened to you on the way home.”

You hesitated for only a second before shrugging. “Sure. If you don’t mind the company.”

Kira smiled, a small, practiced thing. “Not at all.”

The streets of Morioh at night were quiet, bathed in the dim orange glow of streetlights. The occasional neon sign flickered in the distance, shadows dancing on the pavement.

You walked side by side, your footsteps echoing lightly against the concrete. For the most part, Kira was silent, but that wasn’t unusual. He never spoke needlessly, only when he had something worth saying.

Still, something about the silence made you feel the need to fill it.

“So, do you always stay this late?” you asked, glancing at him.

“On occasion.” His gaze remained forward, posture relaxed but deliberate. “I find the quiet helps me focus.”

You smiled. “Yeah, I get that. The office is a lot nicer when it’s not buzzing with people.”

He hummed in agreement. “You usually leave around six, don’t you?”

You nearly missed a step.

“Oh—uh, yeah. Most days.” You frowned slightly. “How’d you know?”

Kira didn’t falter. If anything, he looked mildly amused by your surprise. “We’ve worked in the same building for a while now. It’s only natural to notice patterns.”

His voice was so calm, so reasonable, that you found yourself nodding without questioning it further.

“Yeah, I guess that makes sense.”

The conversation drifted into lighter topics after that—work, small talk about Morioh’s cafes, idle comments about the weather. Kira spoke in the same measured tone he always did, never revealing too much, never letting anything slip.

It felt normal.

And yet…

When you finally reached your street, he stopped just at the corner.

“This is where we part ways,” he said. “Have a good night.”

“You too,” you replied, offering a small wave as you turned toward your apartment.

You didn’t see the way his gaze lingered. The way his hands, still tucked into his pockets, twitched slightly as if restraining some impulse.

By the time you looked back over your shoulder, he was already gone.

Somewhere, a few streets away…

Kira came to a stop beneath the glow of a streetlamp, rolling his shoulders back as he exhaled. Slowly. Carefully.

His hands twitched at his sides.

His nails had grown again.

Tsk.

He flexed his fingers, watching the faint gleam of his nails in the dim light, longer than before, sharper. Unacceptable.

He would trim them when he got home. He always did.

Still, the fact that they had grown at all…

Irritating.

This was not a disruption. Not a problem to be solved. He had not felt frustration when you spoke to him tonight, nor annoyance when you smiled so freely, unaware.

No.

What he had felt was…

Pleasant.

A slow, quiet hum in his chest. A sensation he knew all too well.

Your voice. The way your fingers curled around the strap of your bag as you walked beside him. The way your hands moved when you spoke, unguarded, expressive.

His gaze flickered toward the path you had taken, now empty.

How delicate you were. How unaware.

He flexed his fingers again, just to feel the movement. The faintest tickle of something old and familiar crawled beneath his skin, like a whisper he had not heard in some time.

No, not yet.

But soon.

Kira exhaled slowly, slipping his hands into his pockets. His pulse had steadied. His mind had already settled back into place.

He would trim his nails when he returned home. He would restore order. Maintain control.

And tomorrow, he would observe.

And soon, when the moment was right…

He would take.

Because Yoshikage Kira was a man of habit.

And you?

You had such lovely hands.

[ratanslily]

Just Ask.

Book: hsr. Pairing: AnnaLane. Ratings: G. Words: 782-ish. Warnings: none, just fluff. A/N: ooc to the max I'm sorryyy. Dmitry being a grumpy older brother. Tags: @rc-catalog Feb 7: only one bed | blanket-sharing, a gift for @agattthaa happy valentine's and fck aleksandra‼️

"Are you serious, General? No girl advice for me? You're a freaking general. Kira is literally all over you."

Anna fixes her brother with a glare, crossing her arms over her chest, mimicking his stance. To which he just sighs and shrugs his shoulders.

"C'mon, Anna. I have more work than being a matchmaker for you. Just, I don't know. Kiss her or something. Get her to cuddle you. I've literally put you both in the same room, what else can I do for you?"

"Ugh, fine. I'll handle it myself."

--

And that's how Anna found herself in front of Lane's bed, cooking up all sorts of excuses to get into hers.

"You see, my bed's all wet. I dropped tea over it and I would appreciate it if you could just-"

"-Let you sleep in mine?"

"I- Yeah. Exactly. If that's fine by you, I suppose."

".."

Lane isn't exactly comfortable sharing her space with others, but.. it's Anna. She's been sharing her outfits with her selflessly, so why shouldn't she share her bed with her? It's just for one night, right?

Right.

She scoots over, making way for the scientist to slip under the heavy blanket, onto the warm bed, leaving enough space for her to fit in comfortably.

"Thanks."

Anna watches as Lane pulls the blanket over her, and traps them underneath it, a world of their own, cut off from everything. From Rotkov, from abominations, from heaven and hell. Their shared space, warm and comforting.. theirs alone.

Maybe she should initiate something?

"Kiss her or something. Get her to cuddle you."

Dmitry's words ring in her mind. But damnit, how the hell should she do that? She's right there in front of her, so close. Just one lean forward, and her nose will touch the mole on her face. So close, just one, oh one freaking step! But she only manages to say, over the beat of her heart pounding in her ears,

"It's cold."

"I know."

"Can I come closer?"

"Wait. Stay there, I'll do it."

Lane shrugs, and scoots closer to her nonchalantly.

"Better?"

Anna sees a chance, and grabs it. She responds by placing her arms on Lane's waist.

"Yes. Now, better."

Theres a certain satisfaction in seeing Lane's usually relaxed eyes widen that bit. Her usually composed body, now tensing up at the contact. Her cheeks turning red from brown. Her breathing turning deep, apparent by the way her chest heaves. It makes her feel oddly satisfied. She did.. that. She caused it.

She wonders how far can she go. How far she'll allow her to go. Will she allow her to cuddle her? To press herself onto her warm body? To rest her head on her heart? To feel it beating wildly, mirroring hers?

A kiss, maybe?

Only one way to test it out..

Anna musters her courage. Under the proximity of the blanket, she inches closer, and closer, like the first snowflake drifting through the misty air from the cloudy sky.

It feels like forever, it feels like time is stuck in place, as if watching them get closer herself.

And finally, the snowflake lands onto the warm ground, melting into it.

...Finally, her lips meet Lane's soft ones, her lipstick giving off a sweet scent.

At first, she's scared. What if she pushes her away? What if she gets disgusted? What if, she doesn't want to kiss her back?

BUT her fears were for nothing!

Lane blinks a very "what are you doing?" look, but kisses her back anyway, as if starving for this very moment since the moment she stepped into their lair. Her hands in her hair, Anna's bangs tousled from the action. From where does her body end, and from where does hers begin? She doesn't know. All she knows is the feel of her lips on Lane's and her tongue mingling with the latter's. Her hands go up her back, feeling her spine, feeling each curve, each bone, feeling her arch against her.

Sheets rustle, and Anna wraps her legs around her waist, drawing her even closer.

So hot, so intense.

maybe, even too hot.

Unfortunately, Anna's glass fog up, which is how their kisses stop, and they pull away from each other, Lane suppressing a chuckle at that.

It was a cute sight, Anna taking off her glasses, and frantically rubbing it against her shirt to clear it off.

"Why on earth would you wear glasses to bed?"

"To see you better, duh."

"Contact lens exist. And you like them."

"Eh. Uncomfortable while sleeping."

"And glasses are comfortable for that?"

To which Anna doesn't have an answer. She got her there. Why did she even not notice her glasses were still on? Maybe it slipped though her mind..

"And just so you know, I saw you dumping your tea over your bed.."

Uh, yikes. Awkward.

"Well."

"If you wanted us to share a bed.."

Lane continues, entwining her fingers with hers and looking into her eyes.

"You could just ask, you know."

And that was all Anna needed to hear.

[dioslesbianwife]

Hi!! I hope you're well!! Can I request the jofoes reactions to reader coming up behind them and kissing the back of their necks💖💖🥴 (with p1 and p3 Dio pls).

Thank you!

sure! thank you for requesting and i hope u enjoy 🩷

Dio Brando (Part 1)

Immediate pause.

This man does not get surprised easily, yet here he is frozen.

Slowly turns his head to look at you over his shoulder. Eyes sharp, unreadable.

Then, a low chuckle. "My, my… bold, aren’t you?"

Grabs your wrist and pulls you in front of him, tilting your chin up.

"If you wanted my attention, you only had to ask."

DIO (Part 3)

Instant smirk.

"Hmph. That was a mistake, my dear."

Turns around immediately and cages you in.

"Do you think you can toy with me like that?" His voice is low, almost teasing.

Will get revenge. He grabs your chin and presses a slow kiss to your lips, just to one-up you.

You started this game. Now deal with it.

Kars

Doesn’t even flinch.

He just lets out a deep, amused hum.

"Hmm… You dare approach me from behind?"

Turns around at an agonizingly slow pace. His stare? Deadly intense.

"I suppose you are feeling brave today."

Absolutely takes control of the situation. Pins you against something and returns the favor but worse.

Wamuu

Shivers. His body reacts before his mind does.

Immediately tenses. It’s not out of dislike, he just wasn’t expecting it.

"What was that for?" His tone is more curious than upset.

When you tease him about it, he narrows his eyes but doesn’t stop you from doing it again.

If you keep it up, he will eventually return the favor. Maybe not with a kiss, but he will find a way.

Esidisi

Oh? Oh? OH?

This man is dramatic as hell. Expect an audible reaction.

"What a daring little thing you are!"

Immediately spins around and traps you in a hug. You are not escaping.

"Did you think I would let you get away with that?" 

Teases you relentlessly. Probably peppers your entire neck with kisses just to make you squirm.

Yoshikage Kira

Internally panicking.

He wants to act composed, but his brain short-circuits.

"Hoh… That was… unexpected."

Coughs into his fist. His ears? Bright pink.

Pretends he isn’t affected. But the next time you do it he subtly leans into it.

Gets attached to the feeling but would never admit it.

Diavolo

Immediately on edge.

This man is paranoid as hell, so he almost reacts violently until he realizes it’s you.

Deep exhale. "You shouldn’t do that."

But his low voice betrays him. He liked it.

Grabs your wrist before you can leave.

"…Do it again."

Doppio

Chokes on air.

"H-Hey???"

Face = bright red.

Hands fly to his neck. 

Spins around and stares at you, flustered beyond belief.

If you tease him, he’ll get defensive.

If you do it again, he literally melts. Like, his brain stops working.

Enrico Pucci

Sharp inhale.

Body tenses completely. You can feel it.

"What… do you think you’re doing?"

Glares at you- but he’s also trying to hide his reaction.

If you try to play it off, he narrows his eyes.

"I expect an explanation." (But he doesn’t actually stop you from doing it again.)

Funny Valentine

Visibly pauses.

Then a slow, deep chuckle.

"How unexpected… and yet…"

Turns around and gazes at you intensely. His hand cups your cheek.

"If you insist on playing these games, I might as well indulge you…"

He kisses the corner of your lips, just to tease you back.

Diego Brando

Immediate sharp inhale.

He tenses, but only for a second.

Then, he smirks.

"Oh? Feeling affectionate today?"

Turns around and leans in dangerously close. "If you wanted my attention, you could’ve just asked."

He absolutely retaliates. Pulls you into his lap and runs his lips over your throat just to get even.

Tooru

Smug little shit.

"Oh? What’s this?"

Turns around with the raised brows. He is absolutely loving this.

"I didn’t know you were so bold."

Immediately kisses your forehead like it’s some kind of trade-off.

You just fueled his ego. He will now expect you to do this all the time.