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i love you shy women. i love you melancholy women. i love you aging women. i love you perverse women. i love you romantic women. i love you strange women.

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Heyy, hope your doing well. I’m just wondering if u hand any Baki content to drop??

𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐀 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚; 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐑𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐨𝐰

𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙢𝙖 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙

tw: poorly described gore

There was blood, so much blood.

Wrapped like a gift of sorts. His guts strung like a banner at a party, blood smeared across the aged wood of your porch, the soft dribble of the liquid audible as it flowed through the cracks and onto the grass underneath, a sickening melody that you found yourself growing accustomed to. His palm clenched, nails forcefully digging into the impressionable tan skin of his wrist, knuckles broken and bent in odd directions to keep the shape. Inside the palm, you could see the corner of a white paper poking through, the emblem of the Japanese Government staring right back at you, almost mocking you in a sense. 

His knees spread wide as his shirt lifted, the muscles on his stomach torn from his body, exposing his empty torso, the skin pulled back like a bloody window, ready for you to take a peek. Your jaw clenched, and eyes watered, drifting over his body with an awestruck, but empty gaze, unable to reach, to scream, or push yourself to just do something. 

Another one, you thought with a grimace, scrunching your nose as you crouched down, feeling the tears border your waterline, blurring your vision, but not enough to hide your eyes from the sight before you. Unable to stop yourself, you continued to stare, observing his once beautiful face, which was now disfigured beyond belief.

Before, his face used to be chiseled and muscular, but still had a boyish charm, especially whenever he smiled, you remembered. His cheeks would bunch under his eyes, displaying faded dimples and a bright smile, accompanied by a light chuckle. His eyes would almost glow, you recall, feeling a sad smile sneak to your lips, remembering how his pretty blues would gleam with a curiosity that all foreigners have. But, you remember, it was different, far different. It wasn’t an awe-inspiring kind of curiosity, but a challenging one, one that made you do a double-take. He seemed to think of everything as a challenge, a means to be better. That’s why he didn’t shy away from you, taking your differences in stride as he attempted to prove himself to you, though he knew he’d never reach your level.

The once comforting features, that you turned to when you felt weak, were now haunting your nightmares, which were increasing in frequency. His eyes were blank, not having the shine, shimmer, or glow they used to. They were empty, filled with a type of hollowed look that made them seemingly look through you, instead of at you. 

Though the sight of the dead is frequent, it never ceases to take you aback, forever being a terrifying sight, especially when placed on your front door like a present from that of a damn cat. It was sick, something no one should ever see, and it made you want to throw up. You wanted to claw your hands into the bastard's throat, watch him wiggle and scream until you’re fingertips were digging into his larynx, ripping it out with one, sick crunch. But you couldn’t because you didn't know who this was, only going off of a name and a fancy paper. 

Stupid… I’m so stupid. You swore, cursing yourself internally as your upper lip snarled into a bite, fists twitching to punch, to claw, to destroy something. Why was the world so unfair? Why couldn’t you have one good thing? For once, you thought you’d have a chance with a guy, a single fling that’d possibly go somewhere, but no, fate had other plans. 

With a strong distaste, and without thinking, your fist landed on the ground next to you, grumbling under your fist. Your lip wobbled as you sniffled, brewing in both self-hatred and vengeance. Crinkling your fingers, you wiggled them a bit, ignoring the trail of blood flowing down. 

What the hell? Your hair began to float, twisting and bobbing up and down. Now, that wasn’t normal, and suddenly you were alert, jerking your head up. You were crouched on your front, flimsy porch, with the body of your now-dead classmate in front of you. The street was vacant, empty of any persons, and that threw you off. There was someone there, you know, there is, but you can’t see them. It’s as if your body is preparing you for something, or someone. 

Your heart was racing, thumping rapidly in your chest, unable to calm yourself down. Standing up quickly, you tried to ease your mind. There was no one there? What is going on? But you knew better. Something within you knew that someone was approaching, and you should run, hide, flee, anything to get away from this creature. But you didn’t. 

Maybe it was you being stubborn, or maybe a plain curiosity, but you didn’t move… Well, partially because you couldn’t, your body felt like lead. It made your head feel dizzy just at the thought of moving, but also, you didn’t want to. There was a little voice in the back of your head that whispered, convinced, you to stay, to come face-to-face with whatever this thing is. Something in your gut told you that this thing has been waiting for you, around you your whole life, that this thing was it. And that was enough to convince you to stay. 

And there, standing before you, was a man, well, if you could call him that. There was something about his features that made him animalistic. He was no man, no. He was something more than that, and you could sense it. It was in your blood, coursing through your brain, and burning through your skin. 

Whatever or whoever this man was, you knew that he did this. He killed him, and the voice in your mind screamed at you to tear him to bits for it, but you didn’t. An odd sense of calm washed over you, well. Calm is not the correct word; more so, numbness. A sense of hopelessness for the man before you was larger than you could’ve ever known. Not just in size. His size was bigger than just his physical body. His presence seeped into the cracks of your wooden porch, settled into the ground as fertilizers, and bloomed into the atmosphere. He was a force, not a man.

“Nice of you to show your fucking face, eh?” You called out, nose scrunched, and brows furrowed as you glared. Oh, you glared harder than you ever have in your life, narrowing your eyes into slits, funneling all these years of pent-up anger and self-loathing into one stare. If a look could kill, this man would be in purgatory, but that didn’t seem to faze him, only egging him on. 

With his hands on his hips, he let out a boisterous laugh, one that grated against the ears, scratching like nails to a chalkboard. It was unnatural, causing you to wince. Standing up, you took in his height, his body, his eyes. And something was familiar. There was something about this man that made you tilt your head. 

“C’mon, kid, never been taught some manners? Is that any way to talk to an elder?” The man smiled. No, it was the grin of the Devil. His teeth sharp, sharper than you’ve ever seen, and his eyes squinted into a mocking slant. His skin was horribly tan, hair a fiery red that flowed as he spoke, flickering like the edges of a flame. For such a presence, his attire was quite simple, a white-shirt layered under black with matching black slacks. 

His presence made sense but contradicted itself in so many ways. You’d think that a man with such an animalistic and sporadic persona wouldn’t care much for manners, but here you were, being scolded by a force of nature for having a potty mouth.

He continued, “But I suppose that’s the fault of your old man for never being there, huh? Sorry, kid, guess I’ll make sure to do better, ain’t that a joke?” He laughed, throwing his head back as his eyes glimmered with an odd intrigue, glancing between my coiled form and the disfigured body of my once-friend.

God, there was something about this man. It kept eating out of you, even as he dragged on. You weren’t listening, you couldn’t, not when there was something off about the situation. It felt like you were having an out-of-body experience. There’s no way this was happening. Sure, you knew he was. He was the man who’d been following you around your whole life, the one who made you like this, but who was he? Why was he here? Why would he do this to you, dare I say, friend? 

“The fuck are you saying? Huh? You don’t have anything to do with me.” Your nose scrunched in confusion, reeling with different ideas, thoughts, and details that you didn’t pick up before. The money. Your mother. Your blood. The thoughts. All of it was slowly piecing together, but you didn’t know it yet. 

Or maybe you did know but didn’t want to admit it yet. Not yet. Maybe never.

Too bad, ‘cause Yuujirou wouldn’t let you.

“Here I thought my genes would’ve been stronger,” He snorted, continuing, “Guess the intelligence skipped a generation, huh?... Daughter?” 

“Daughter?” You repeated back, taking a step back on the creaky wood, knees feeling like they’d melt, and head dazed with shock. Lips slightly parted as you dumbly stared, brain trying to catch up with the situation. But it was left behind in place of instincts. Fight or flight instincts kicking in, and you’ve never been a runner.

Just as Yuujiro thought. 

“What’s wrong? C’mon, I’m your father, no reason to be afraid,” He cooed sadistically, clearly enjoying your inner turmoil as he slipped his veiny, callused claws into his pants, casually strolling up to the base of your porch. His eyes twinkling with an eager excitement, like he’s been thinking about this for a long, long time.

“Father? Yeah-fucking-right.” 

Your voice cracked, trying to scoff, but coming off too shaky to feign confidence. Oxygen clawed at your throat, unable to get down as you felt like you’d choke. It was all setting in. This had to be some sick joke, right? There was no way this… This psycho was your father! Right? You-

You couldn’t believe it. 

Your hair raising as a deep sense of anger for the man before you, for the situation displayed, and your own blood coursing through your veins. You had his blood in you, you were him, and he was you. You were the same. Your hair twists into curls as your presence expands, matching his. Clenching your fists into a tight ball, the itch in the back of your head spurred you on, meeting the Devil’s gaze. 

At that moment, he grinned, a flicker of understanding coursing through the two of you like lightning striking water. And though you didn’t know it yet, you were looking in a mirror, a future that wasn’t too far away.

“Ah, finally caught up now, daughter?” He snarled, eyes the same, matching your glare with a cruel grin. “Took you long enough, eh? Now…” He stalled, taking another step closer, kicking the limp body of your classmate to the side, not even flinching as a sick crunch echoed through the empty air.

“Care to explain why you're hanging around weaklings like him?” 

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Sorry to bother you, but can you tell me if you’re a safe blogger to follow?

I don’t want to support any blog that supports homophobia, racism, antisemitism, genocide, and pedophilia

If you don’t know by now Fangdokja and Yanderedrabbles openly support the listed above points of concern

I want to know if you’re friends and or mutuals of them

Please respond to this and don’t ignore me. I think your readers deserve transparency with a blogger’s beliefs that can cause harm to them

I just responded to another nonny asking about this, but I'll just restate everything I said.

I'm not friends, nor mutuals, with either of these creators. If I'm being honest, I only knew about yanderedrabbles, and I did follow them. I won't lie about that. I thought their writing was well-done, but I wasn't aware of their support for their friend, who I've been told holds some bigoted beliefs.

After another nonny informed me loosely about the situation, I unfollowed yanderedrabbles. Now, I plan on staying away from them from now on.

I understand and appercaite your concern about my personal beliefs on the situation. I think any type of bigotry is unacceptable, and I won't tolerate it on my blog. This is a place for me to write and express my ideas about any of my OCs/other characters, not for bigots to spread their hateful rhetoric.

We're all adults, and we should know better. Again, I don't know much about this situation, as I'm not involved with either creator, nor did I know about this until a few hours ago. I won't give any specific statements on their situation, but I will say that I don't support any hateful ideas (EX, racism, homophobia, anti-semitism, etc)

Thank you for your concern, nonny, and if you have any problems/questions about my input, feel free to send another ask! I hope everyone has a wonderful day/night :))

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I have some really important information that may concern you and a blogger on Tumblr that I think you might know of, or could be mutuals with…

This was an anon send in that can be found on @running-with-kn1ves blog…

“Ew, you're collaborating with a white supremacist's best friend?

Just a heads up, but @fangdokja-anon has been called out by multiple authors here for being homophobic, fatphobic, and racist, as well as making multiple problematic posts (like wanting to write about genocide and infant SA). The only person who publicly supported her was @yanderedrabbles who praised her in the comments and even made a post to defend her friendship.

It's your choice to have her as a writer for the zine, but please make it public knowledge so people can at least opt out. I myself won't sign up to share space with a bigot.”

If this is true please reconsider any relationship you have with @yanderedrabbles and @fangdokja-anon

Okay, I'll admit, this wasn't what I was expecting to see in my ask box this morning. I've been pretty inactive on Tumblr recently (Sorry about that btw), so I'm pretty behind on any drama that's currently happening, and I would prefer to stay out of it.

This blog is supposed to be a creative outlet for me, and I'd prefer to stay away from any drama, but I do appreciate you letting me know about these creators. I don't want to support anyone who has these beliefs, for obvious reasons. I do follow yanderedrabbles, so I'll have to reconsider following them, especially if they do support this other person's beliefs.

Again, sorry for the lackluster response. I really don't know much about the situation, so I don't want to make any statements that I can't back up. This blog isn't meant to be about drama, but instead, a space where I can write creatively.

I never thought I'd have to say this, but I do not support any hateful beliefs (EX, racism, homophobia, fatphobia, colorism, etc), nor the people who hold these beliefs. I refuse to have any of these ideas on my blog, and I try to stay away from other creators who do spread these beliefs. Again, thank you for letting me know, and I'll try to avoid contacting either of these creators. I hope everyone has a good day :))

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Love the knight. I gotta wonder how he’d deal with a very willing reader who is more than happy to have children with him? Also how did the nobility handle having a commoner become future king/emperor? Could you please elaborate a bit on what his rise to power was like?

𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫—𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤!𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Honestly, I think a willing reader will make everyone’s lives all the more pleasant. Really, all LoveSick!Knight wants stability, someone that he can protect, and this is just exacerbated by the fact that reader was an easy thing to cling to, seeing as he was taught from an early age that his role in life was to serve and die for the future queen, i.e. you. These emotions of hatred toward nobility and the rich are still harbored deep within, but they slowly disappear, realizing that, yes, nobility is bad, but not you. You’re different. You treat him like a human and not just some shield meant to separate you from danger. You are his queen, and he will be your king.

But yeah, I think a willing reader will make the relationship far more healthy, and a stubborn and golden heart type of reader will likely be able to set LoveSick!Knight straight (teaching him a softness he’s never known, showing him that there’s more than violence and that there are healthy coping skills, blah, blah). Overall, this will breed for a better kingdom and support for the royal family.

Now, when it comes to the actual world-building. It’s not all set and stone, and please don’t @ me if it doesn’t make sense. Honestly, LoveSick!Knight was just created because I wanted a fucked up knight-in-shining armor lol.

But nonetheless, my idea was that LoveSick!Knight, although a peasant, is seen as a war hero to the masses, and most importantly, the king. He’s not just some peasant who learned the way of the sword. No, no, no, don’t you understand? He helped protect the honor of the Nation’s Beaut! He defended the nation’s honor! He won many battles for reader’s country and brought back more victories in the span of a three-year siege than most have in a lifetime. 

So although there’s of course some nobility who are being bitchy about how LoveSick!Knight will stain the bloodline, especially as reader is seen to be one of the most valuable ladies in the land and such, but because LoveSick!Knight has won the favorability of the king, the emperor, but it falls on deaf ears. 

Also, I would like to add that reader, in the og timeline, doesn’t necessarily hate LoveSick!Knight in the beginning, no. They were friends, best buds, seeing as they were around one another 24/7. She had no choice but to enjoy his presence. The two had grown quite close, an example of this is in this oneshot. Things only turned sour once they were wed, when the isolation began. 

Because of this original support, reader was likely to defend LoveSick!Knight from stingy nobles, creating a even better public persona with the people. If the Nation’s Beaut thought this guy was so great and the King, then he must be amazing! So, yeah, that’s kind of the gist of things. 

And I think I’ve already gone over this, but LoveSick!Knight was given the throne as a gift of sorts. I never disclaimed if reader had brothers or not, and I don’t really feel the need to specify ‘cause I don’t think it matters, but LoveSick!Knight was passed on the throne as the King thought of him as a son. Also, the King wanted to wed the war hero to his beloved daughter, reader. So yeah, that’s the idea of the whole thing. Thanks for listening to my TED talk (´ε｀ )♡

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Hi hope your doing well, I wanted to know if the Your a Hanma Series is still going on?

Oh, yeah it is! I've just been suuuper inactive lately... I have a couple chapters planned out (around four), but I only have two that are practically done. I just have to look over them and tie up the endings.

Sorry again, I'm just a really slow writer, and life has been busy lately! Anyways, I hope you have an amazing day; make sure to drink a lot of water and stay safe <3333

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how your ocs would react to their darlings doing something for them on Valentine’s Day?

Happy belated valentines!!

(Do you have any more female ocs? I love how you write them)

𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧' 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧!

LoveSick!Character's reaction to reader giving them a gift for Valentine's!

Warnings; a little suggestive in some parts (obvi), lovesick behavior, possessive behavior, v v tame tbh, have fun reading!!! I’m sorry, love, for responding so late, but better late than never, huh? Anyways, nope! I don’t have any more female ocs sadly :(. I only got LoveSick!Bimbo and LoveSick!Friend, but if you (or anyone else) has any story ideas, then I’d love to hear them! Thank you, again, for requesting, babes!!

LoveSick!Athlete

Oh boy, this guy has been waiting for Valentine’s Day. He’s the type that just gives you a time and place, baby! Don’t worry about how you’re getting there or the inbetween ‘cause he’s got you covered, nothing for you to worry about! He wants to be a provider, someone you can rely on for help. LoveSick!Athlete wants to be your man, that traditional man that allows you to be a homemaker (whether you’re a man or a woman or something in between!). He wants to make your life carefree, but seeing you take the lead and plan something for him… Oh my God!

It makes him swoon, seeing his baby care so much! Valentine’s Day is his holiday, he lives to bring you pleasure, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want some loving in return! He loves your, well, everything, and you genuinely make him feel better. Whether it’s some cute homemade chocolates, an ugly sweater, tickets to his favorite band, or a new jersey, oh he doesn’t care! He’ll love the shit out of whatever gift you give/make for him because he loves you so, so much! What a cutie pie! (Just be warned, now you’ve signed your very being to this man. You’ve practically told him ‘take me! I’m all yours,’ so don’t think you can back out now. Breaking up? Not an option, sweetheart. You’re his, now.)

LoveSick!Artist

Well, LoveSick!Artist is stiff. He’s not used to such affections, well, sweet affections. The kind of fluff that makes your heart swoon and cheeks grow warm. He’s far more accustomed to the kind of love that’s back-and-forth, highs and lows, rough sex, and arguing. This lovey-dovey thing has never been for him, so when you pull up with some cutesy, sweet gift, he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

He’ll be ridged, blinking at you as if you’re the one to have lost your mind, completely ignoring the fact that he kidnapped you and won’t let you leave his studio apartment. Of course, he won’t regret the gift, of course not! You’re his lover; he wouldn’t do anything like that, but that doesn’t change the fact that this means… something. There will be a change in the relationship after this as he’s just uncovered a softer side to him, a side that doesn’t just want your body, your tears, your shivers of pleasure, but also your hugs, the light kisses to the forehead, and the cuddling after a long night of tangled limbs.

You’ve just awakened a clingy, obsessive monster that’ll fret over your every being. No longer closed off, welcoming your affections, and soon demanding them with an iron grip and lovesick gaze. If you thought he was harsh before, baby, you’re in for a ride because he’s never leaving you alone now.

LoveSick!Bimbo

O-M-Gosh! It’s only her favorite holiday ever! This girl lives for Valentine’s Day! All the pink! All the hearts and glamor! It’s to die for. Sadly, her past… eh, situationships haven’t felt the same. Many men don’t see the appeal and leave her to pout in a sparkly dress as they take her to Applebees. What does she look like? Huh? A five-dollar-menu-type of girl?! No, she does not! She deserves class and the finer things in life, huff. 

But with you, she knows you understand. After years of bubbling friendship, she spent many, many Galentine’s Days with you, so this one is similar… but with a hint of, um, spice, so to speak. Now, she doesn’t have to hold back! She has you all to herself, so she let’s go, and kisses you all over, tackling you with love and cuddles. What a sweetheart!

Imagine her surprise when you pull out a gift, something so sweet and simple that she cannot help but swoon. Oh! You shouldn’t have!

She’ll croon and giggle, smudging hot pink lipstick all over your face as she presses herself against you, giving you all the loving in the world. There’s no amount of physical affection she could possibly make you understand the way her heart swells and vision blurs with pink hearts, only seeing you, you, you. There’s nothing but you, and there better be nothing but her. There definitely won’t after tonight ‘cause, baby, you’re all her’s! She’s not letting you go into your singing her name all night!

LoveSick!Friend

Like with most things, LoveSick!Friend is pretty chill, usually matching your energy because she, frankly, just doesn’t care. Throughout your friendship, she’s never had a relationship. Sure, there’s the occasional hookup, who looks concerningly like you, but she’d never let you in on that. She’s only had eyes on you, so she’s never paid much attention to romantic holidays like Valentine’s Day.

But just for a moment, she finds that mask of indifference slipping, a slight smile catching her features as she’s presented with a small gift, possibly homemade or bought, you’re choice. There’s just something about you that makes her feel warm, feel at home. Of course, she takes the gift with a soft gaze, thanking you, and bringing you into a grounding hug.

Although she doesn’t have overly happy reactions like LoveSick!Athlete or LoveSick!Bimbo,  she is still happy, and you can tell. You’re her best friend after all. You know her better than anybody else, and that’s why, she’s more than happy to be your Valentine’s, baby. 

But now, she feels a little bad. She didn’t get you anything, so what are you gonna do about that? She might have to make it up to you, maybe tonight? At dinner? Or you two could just skip all that, and go straight to her bed, yeah? Could you do that for her, sweetheart?

LoveSick!Knight

Valen… Valentine’s Day? Now, darling, what are you on about because this man is looking at you as if you’ve grown two heads? Now, don’t get me wrong, Valentine’s Day was celebrated in the Middle Ages, but that does not mean that LoveSick!Knight has once cared for such things. He does love you, with all his heart, but that doesn’t mean he’ll participate in silly love lantern-making or tacky singing. No, he simply won’t do it. 

But when he sees you, all wide-eyed and arms stretched out with a homemade gift, it makes his cold heart swell, thumping the same way after a long, adrenaline-filled fight. Just as you always do, you never cease to surprise him, love. You’re just full of surprises, and he cannot get enough.

He’ll pull you close, giving you a quirk of his brow as his hands settle on your waist, cupping the soft fresh as he tilts his head., With his lips close to your ear, he’ll whisper, Now, my queen, if you wanted to take my cock so bad, then a simple plea would’ve been enough, though the effort is appreciated, my love. 

Oh boy, you’re in for a long night now, good luck with that! It seems LoveSick!Knight and his little man downstairs have a thing for your open affection!

LoveSick!Poet

Geez, do you want to kill the man or what! His face is bright red, and his eyes are darting in every direction but your own. With stumbling phrases and shaky hands, he’ll accept the gift with a cherry-red face, thanking you with a sweet smile. Just the sight of you alone has him quacking, but you, with a gift, smiling at him so sweetly, Oh Lord, he thinks he might pass out. 

Of course, with his flustered reaction comes the awkward attempts at physical touch. His horribly sweaty hands will warp around yours, bringing your soft hands to his lips, and peppering them with sweet kisses, mumbling your praise. His eyes are filled with a devolution like no other, understanding and so reverent to your form.

Please, for the love of God, help this man out and just kiss him. He doesn’t know what he’s doing, only going off the old post-WWII Romance movies his Ma’ would show him. 

[ddollfface]

Hello there! I read your yandere baki with the shy reader, and I really loved it! I'm a bit new to your blog, but I thought of another scenario/request with the anime in mind that would genuinely make sense as something that could happen. This is for a Yandere Yuujirou. I know mentioning him, of all people, is a bit of an 'oh this can't end well' moment, but hear me out. The reader has some sort of condition that makes them pretty fragile. Not like, 'I take a step, and my leg breaks fragile,' but enough where they have to be super duper and careful about everything. and with baki and how they kind of stretch things to make things work even if it isn't the most realistic when it comes to anatomy and stuff, this lands the reader with the title of 'Weakest person alive.' Yuujirou's exact opposite. The context of the scenario would be that Tokugawa, wanting to bring in more people to watch the fights, wants to orchestrate Yuujirou and the reader meeting in front of everyone, maybe after Yuujirou has some big fight in the arena, "The meeting of the century." It's enough of an interesting concept that Yuujirou begrudgingly agrees to it just to satisfy his curiosity on seeing what the weakest person alive looks like. He could have zero interest in the reader at the start of the meeting. But, this is the part where the interest kicks in. The fans start cheering for Yuujirou to pick the reader up since, presumably, the reader would be pretty light and small due to being so weak. And for Yuujirou he just wants to be mean and scare the reader so he goes along with it. So he picks them up and perches them on his shoulder, then it happens. He squeezes their leg just a little so they won't just fall right off from suddenly being picked up, and he breaks their leg by accident. The reader isn't mad or freaking out about it and just calmly tells Tokugawa to call an ambulance. Their pain tolerance has gotten so high over the years of constant injuries that this doesn't even phase them. Bonus points if they're all like. "It's ok i know you didn't mean to do it." Like they're not even scared of him and they got off lucky. But for Yuujirou, this is much bigger moment for him. He's the strongest man alive, he has complete control over his strength! Or so he thought, and he's left being smacked in the face with all of his hard training up to this point. The control over his own strength he's prided himself on failed. Of course, this would bug the shit out of him. It's a mistake and a blemish on his mind, which would get him into this mindset of being like. 'well if I can't even make contact with this person without them breaking then clearly I need to train more' and thus, poor reader has to deal with Yuujirou popping up into their life every now and again to 'prove his control' causing reader to get injured a lot and by the end of it Yuujirou fixated/obcessed with them to the point that even if he completes this self-appointed training of his, he's not going to leave them alone. The poor reader has to deal with Yuujirou permanently for the rest of their life. And reader's love life ceases to exist. Sorry if this wasn't very coherent, I'm just super excited about it and the idea. You don't even have to add the meeting in it. It's just for context and all. I don't really know how asks works, but if you see this, ask and decide. "Hey, I want to do this request at some point." Or if you don't, could you at least respond by letting me know that you even saw it? Sorry if I'm being annoying about this ;-;

Heyyy!! I'm so sorry for taking so long to see this request! It's totally my fault nonny! But I noticed you're little note on the bottom, and totally! I'm so down to do this, and I'm honored that you sent it to me out of all the amazing writers in the Baki Fandom ♡

I'll get to it at some point, I swear, but I may take a moment or two as I'm surfing through the mountain of requests I have right now (no problem with that though, just awakening from my hibernation lol).

If you have anything else you want to add, then just send in another request or a private message, whatever you're most comfortable with! I love listening to you guys' ramblings, so cute!!! Have a wonderful day/night, love you ♡♡♡

[ddollfface]

lm a bit nervous asking this but it’s okay ^u^

I was wondering how your ocs would react to their darlings hurting themselves sorry if this is too weird for you!! I absolutely love your writing btw!!

𝐏𝐮𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲

LoveSick!Characters reaction to reader doing self-harm

Warnings; obviously self-harm, possessive behavior, crappy writing, me rambling, yandere characters, little suggestive on LoveSick!Friends part whoops! I wrote reader with a fem!person in mind sorry ╥﹏╥ You’re totally fine! I don’t mind these asks whatsoever, thank you for requesting, love! Just a small thing though, and this isn't necessarily directed toward you, but if you're ever, ever having thoughts of self-harm, there's no shame in seeking help! Take it from a gal who went through it herself! You are loved! Always remember that, babes ♡

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𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗔𝘁𝗵𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲

He’s not mad, just disappointed, which is arguably worse. LoveSick!Athlete could never ever be mad at you. You’re the love of his life! The center of his universe, and all he ever thinks about, so how could he be mad at you? It’s just that… He hates, loathes even, the fact that you didn’t trust him enough to come to him! He’s your boyfriend, your future husband (not that you know that, yet), for God’s sake! 

Anyways… It’s likely you didn’t tell him, and he found out by accident, seeing new and old scars when your hoodie lifts up, or when you guys go to the beach (something along those lines). The first thing he does is pull you into a hug, pressing your face against his chest, just so you don’t see the intense gleam in his eyes. There are so many things that are spiraling in his mind, so many thoughts, and so many feelings that he can’t exactly pin them down. 

He doesn’t know what to do with himself, and he doesn’t exactly know what he’s feeling, but he knows he doesn’t like it. The idea of you ever, ever, harming yourself never came to mind. He never even thought that’s something you’d ever end up doing! He thought that everything was fine and dandy, that you were enjoying the relationship, that you loved him, but apparently not. 

LoveSick!Athlete scolds himself for not seeing the signs, for seeing how you seemed to take longer in the restroom, or how you covered more, even when it was oh-so warm outside. How did he not see the signs? How could he fail you? 

After a moment or two, he pulls you away from his chest, staring at you with an uncanny look, as if he’s trying to pry into your very being. He needs to know why! Why are you doing this to yourself? Is it because of him? Don’t say it’s because of him (it is), or else he think he might start spiraling. Of course, you make up some half-assed excuse, attempting not to place any blame on him, and so, the next thought in his mind is that it’s someone else. After that thought flickers in his mind, let’s just say that you’re not going to be going out with your friends for long while. 

He’s convinced that he cannot leave you alone, that he needs to be there for you at all times. He cannot let these outside influences spoil your beautiful mind! He has to protect you, and he will. Don’t worry, baby. He understands that you’re going through a hard time, but he’s here now! And he’ll take care of you, just let him do everything.

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗔𝗿𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘁

Okay, now he’s mad, very mad, extremely mad even. LoveSick!Artist is very emotionally constipated, very quick to anger, and violent with his tendencies. He hates what you’re doing to yourself, and it makes him mad at himself, you, and just the world! What did he do wrong? Why are you harming your beautiful body? 

You’re his muse, his inspiration, and he hates that it’s being tainted by your own hands! Immediately, his mind goes to who else has caused this because there’s no way that you, the sweet angel he’s made you up to be, could ever do this to themselves. Someone, some evil, nasty person, has pushed you to this, and he’s going to find them and make them wish they were never born. He’s already conjured many different scenarios in his mind, but not a single world slips from his mouth, which just makes the situation all the worse for you. It’s awkward. On the inside, he’s scathing, thinking of so many things to say, to do, but on the outside, he’s just staring at you with fiery eyes. 

You can tell he wants to say something, but he doesn’t, and that makes you nervous. Like LoveSick!Athlete, LoveSick!Artist likely found out by accident or something of the sort, probably when he was painting you. At the time, he didn’t find it odd that you were more hesitant, refusing even, to strip off your clothing, to change into the skimpy dress he wanted you to wear, scraping it up to be you just nervous. He found that cute, and let you be, what he thought, was your flustered self. What he didn’t realize is that you were hiding something from him of all people, which just made the reveal all the worse. 

Even though he’s unreasonably pissed, he’ll try to calm himself down for your sake, knowing that it freaks you out whenever he gets amped up. This means that he’ll grab your arm or push you onto some surface to take a look at your leg, this all depends on where you’ve marked up, and he’ll huff as he looks over the old and new scars. His eyes are fiery, flammed with an intense heat that makes you nervous, too scared to do anything. LoveSick!Artist will wait until his mind is, somewhat, cleared, standing up to grab your cheeks, pulling you into a oddly, and uncharacteristically, soft kiss, and wrapping his arms around you.

You can feel him shake as he hides his face against your neck. You’re so stupid, he’ll mutter, suddenly you feel your skin get slightly wet, God, don’t pull this shit again. Next time just… just be fucking normal and talk to me, you dumbass. You guys will stand there for a moment before he storms off, slamming the front door, not knowing what to do with himself.

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗕𝗶𝗺𝗯𝗼

Okay… She’s a little insensitive when it comes to this topic. Actually, it’s more like a culture shock, in a weird way? I’m not too sure on how to describe it, but it’s in the sense that it’s impossible for her to think that you would hate yourself. To her, you’re absolutely stunning! You’re her hot girlfriend; how could you ever think of yourself like that? It’s something she doesn’t understand, and so she kinda goes into shock when hearing about it. 

She’s very quick to comfort, tackling you into a big hug, tucking her face into your chest as she cries, and cries, and cries, and cries. She cannot believe this is happening! Why would you ever do this?

A situation where you should be the one comforted has turned into you holding her, trying to explain yourself as she straddles your waist, staring down at you with puffy eyes. Her lips are puckered as she cups your cheeks. With the tilt of her head, LoveSick!Bimbo will begin to list off every. single. thing. she loves about you. 

Her hands will start on your cheeks, blubbering out how she loves how full they are because it fills out your face, and then she’ll graze your eyelid, bringing her thumb up to your brow. Oh, how she wishes she had your brows! They’re so, so natural! But she has to get hers done, and God, your eyes. They’re super duper pretty! They’re one of her favorite things about you, can’t you see that? Why would you ever hate such a pretty face, when it’s all so cohesive, all so matching? She’ll go on and on, touching every part of your body as she names something positive, not caring as you try to push her off. LoveSick!Bimbo will hold you down, even using her fluffy, pink handcuffs if she has to! She has to prove to you that you’re an absolute beaut!

Once she’s done with that, she’ll bring you into a big hug, lying next to you as you, somehow, managed to end in her bed. LoveSick!Bimbo will force your face into her chest as she pats your head, urging you to go to bed, baby! I think you’re suppperrr sleep-deprived from finals, and that’s why you’re thinking so silly! Curling up to you, she’ll sniffle a little, huffing under her breath that she can’t believe you’d ever do such things… Maybe we can get our nails done! Manicures always make me feel better!

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗙𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱

Baby, she already knew what you were doing the moment you put a blade to your skin. LoveSick!Friend has adopted the knack for reading you like a book as she’s been around for quite a while and has watched you like a hawk. You think she doesn’t know when you’re falling into fits of depression? Please, baby girl, she clocked it when you started avoiding your guys’s girl's nights. 

Immediately, she took to action, subtly trying to pinpoint exactly why you were doing this to yourself and finding a solution to said problem. Of course, it wasn’t easy as she didn’t want to make her intentions known as she was a little worried that you’d recede into yourself if you knew. She wanted to find out organically, get you talking to her, and then comfort you. 

After all, she is your best friend, and you are hers, so why would you not spill your heart out to her? She’s always been there for you, comforting you whenever your shitty ex dumped you, or when you had a fight with your parents, or even when your other friends conveniently stopped calling (which may or may not have been her doing, but I digress).

Really, because she understands you, and is quite the manipulator, she got you spilling to her in days. All it took was soft touches and sappy eyes, and you folded, not that she didn’t want you to. She wants to be the gal you come to. She wants you to come talk to her instead of tearing through your skin. Baby, you don’t need a therapist when you have her! She’ll hold you through the night, rocking you to sleep as she whispers comfort into your ear. She’s the perfect one for you, don’t you understand?

And don’t question it when her lips travel from your temple to your scarred wrist, and then your scarred thighs. Maybe she can make you feel better? Babydoll, she’ll make you understand how beautiful you are, just you wait. Just lay back, relax, and listen to her. This is what friends are for, right?

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗞𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁

And… What’s that going to do, love? Now, he’s just confused, a little annoyed, but mostly confused. Why would you, the Empire’s Beaut, ever harm yourself? I’m not too sure if this is accurate, but I don’t think self-harm was too common back in the day. From what I know, the only recorded self-harm was self-whippings as a form of penance in the Church, or condoned by the Church at least (someone correct me if I’m wrong, but this is what I’ve found from surface-level googling lol). 

Based on this, the idea of you taking a blade to your skin is insane to LoveSick!Knight. He didn’t understand why you’d ever do such things as you live in the finest conditions he can provide! You’re served the finest meals in the nation and are treated with the uttermost care. To him, those are the only things one could ever ask for, so this is one bitch of a situation you’ve put him in. It’s frankly annoying to him, but he loves you so he’ll sit you down and speak with you.

Scooping you up in his arms, he places you on his lap as he combs your hair back, looking at you with an unamused expression as he gently holds your arm/thigh (whatever you choose to harm). With the click of his tongue, he’ll pinch your cheek and scold you, asking you if you understand what you’ve just done, darling? You’ve gone and scarred your beautiful skin. So now, what shall we do, hmm? Want me to go and patch you up, yes?

Of course, you’ll just nod your head with teary eyes, having no idea how to respond to his softened demeanor. Honestly, you were expecting far harsher treatment, seeing as LoveSick!Knight has done far worse to you before, so this was much preferred for you.   The two of you will sit in silence as he bandages you up, and surprisingly, he’ll mark each scar with a kiss, looking up at you with loyalty. In sickness and in health, he swore to you that he’d always be by your side, even when you’re making silly decisions like this. In the past, he may have harmed you in such ways, but he refuses to see you do such to yourself. Even with his hardened exterior and violent tendencies, you are still his wife, and he your husband, so he’s stuck with you until he dies, whether you like it or not.

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗣𝗼𝗲𝘁

Oh… Yeah, you thought he was scared of you before? Now, he’s avoiding you like the plague, absolutely terrified that he’s the one that caused you to harm yourself. LoveSick!Poet barely talks to you, and when he does, it comes out in stutters and flushed cheeks. He’s not the best when it comes to talking to girls, so he gets nervous, but you’ve always been so kind to him. However, the moment you open up to him about your self-harming, whether is present or past, he kind of freezes, not knowing what to do. Does he comfort you? Well, duh! But how do you comfort a girl? Does he hug you? No! You guys aren’t that close yet… A handshake? No, that’s awkward…

God! He doesn’t know what to do! And because of that, he disappears for a while, and you fall into your own pit of self-loathing, wondering if you overshared. I mean, he is just your neighbor, a weird one, but one that you see every morning, and one who leaves you little notes. You know that LoveSick!Poet is a sweet guy, and now you’re scared you ruined all that because you’ve told him something personal…

But all that ends when you find a little gift basket at your front door. Inside, there’s a letter, one that looks made out of very fine, very expensive-looking paper, and was written in fancy handwriting. You never knew his handwriting was so pretty. It was in purple ink, and there was a photo of the two of you, albeit a little awkward, attached to it. You forgot the exact occasion, but you think it was a neighborhood potluck? You’re not sure…

In the letter, LoveSick!Poet wrote a beautiful poem (obviously) about you, aimed toward your appearance, but also your personality. It had tiny details that you didn’t even notice of yourself! You were a little confused about how he even knew that, but you brushed it off as you felt your heart thump a little faster. It was very sweet, very genuine. And it was accompanied by a small bouquet of flowers, cheap(ish) perfume, and some chocolates. 

Although you would’ve really liked it if he’d said all these things to your face, as it would’ve saved you a week or two of anxious suffering, it was still sweet to know that he cared, even if it was in his own, weird way. Catching a small note on the bottom, you couldn’t help but feel warm, giggling at the note that wrote to please look at the bottom of the basket. I got you something I think you’d love ♡

And at the bottom, folded neatly was a portrait of you, smiling softly as you seemed to be looking somewhere else. There were pretty, lilacs framing the photo, and you looked otherworldly, if you don’t say so yourself. You have to admit, it was definitely an ego boost, knowing that this is how LoveSick!Poet saw you. But who knew he could draw?

[ddollfface]

Just a Little Bit of Affection

Cuddling Headcanons for Baki Men

Warning; I would say that there's none here! Overall, it's just fluffy! Although reader is fem, or was written with a girl in mind, so keep that in mind, sorry :/

Kiyosumi Katou

Don’t let this man fool you because he will act all macho and snarky when you’re around other people, but the moment you guys are alone, it’s like a whole new man appeared. I like to think that he’s a little touch starved, liking to have the touch of his lover when he sleeps. Being a fighter doesn’t leave much room for weakness, or soft things like cuddling, he takes this to the extreme and will act like a little brat whenever in public. 

He puts up this facade of this big strong man, which he is, who doesn’t need someone by his side, all he needs is his two fists and a strong opponent. Once you’ve gotten through those thick walls, the trust issues, and the strong ego, you’re met with a man who’s really sweet. I think that he really is a good person, but he’s just misunderstood; aren’t we all? 

Now, that we’re past that, what is he like when he’s comfortable with you? Well, well, I’m glad you asked because this boy’s got a tight grip. Even though you’re in a special place in his heart, he still has a certain, borderline toxic, view of masculinity, and he’s avidly against being the little spoon. He’s the man! He should be the one holding onto you! And that he will. He’ll wrap his strong arms around your figure, likely pressing your face into his chest or keeping you from looking at his face, can’t have you seeing his flushed cheeks, can we? Overall, he’s not much of a cuddler, preferring to move around, but he’ll dabble in a cuddle or two when he’s got a beer and some game playing in the background. Katou will drap his arm over the back of the couch, letting you rest your head on his chest, while his other hand cradles a beer bottle. It’s comfortable, and it’s silent. It’s like his self-care kinda, chilling with his hot girlfriend while watching his favorite sport/game/show/etc.

Hanma Jack

Another man who doesn’t cuddle too much, especially at the beginning of your relationship. He’s not a big fan of just sitting around, instead, he wants to be working, improving, just something, anything really (that sounds like ADHD if you ask me lol). He’s not necessarily opposed to it or anything, it’s just he gets restless, but nonetheless, I think he’d like to please you. If you really want him to cuddle, then he’ll oblige for you. He’ll huff and puff, grumbling under his breath as he lies on his back, the only way he can really cuddle. You’ll be lying on his chest, running your fingers across his pec mindlessly as you just soak in his presence. 

Although I don’t think that Jack talks much, especially around other people, he does enjoy ranting to you. You’re his special someone, his lover, and likely the first and only person he’ll ever have a real relationship with. Don’t get me wrong, he’s fine with that, but that just makes you all the more special to him. He sees you like his other half in a sense, and that’s why he’s far more comfortable just speaking freely to you. And that is why he’ll rant to you about some recent fight he had, or how this one bugger wouldn’t stop staring at him, or even any future plans he has to get strong, better, to defeat his father. 

He trusts you with his heart, so it’s easy to spill this information as he cards his fingers through your hair, calming himself as your hearts follow a matching beat. It feels a little euphoric to Jack, and that’s why he thinks that sometimes, just sometimes, he can get behind an occasional cuddle. He’ll admit… They’re beginning to grow on him.

Hanma Baki

Oh boy, this guy is a cuddler for sure. I follow the narrative that Baki has mommy issues. I mean, how can he not?? Just look at him, mommy issues are just oozing out of him! Anyway, I’m continuing this narrative. 

He for sure wants to lay on top of you, his ear pressed to your chest, just wanting to listen to every thump of your heart. In an odd way, it’s calming, and it eases his own mind. He really can’t help it! Baki finds comfort in your warm presence, in the way your fingers brush through his messy hair, or how you softly scratch the back of his neck with your nails. Everything about it is like Heaven to him, and so, whenever he’s back from a fight, he’ll just flop on top of you.

Don’t be fooled by his baby face and cheeky grin, he’s a troublemaker, and will in fact not get off of you until he is pleased. Being clingy, he doesn’t want to part with you once he gets comfortable, and this cuddling session will only end on his terms. What do you mean you have homework to do? Ew, why would you want to do homework rather than cuddle with your cute boyfriend? Do you not love him or something? How can you be sooooo cruel!

Yeah… He can be a little dramatic, but that’s the appeal, I suppose. Although he prefers to be the little spoon, that doesn’t mean that he can’t enjoy being the big spoon. If he so happens to feel like holding you, or if you’re in need of some comfort, he’ll wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you into his lap. With your legs wrapped around his waist, he’ll coo at you, teasingly pressing kisses to your temple as he questions what’s got you so upset… Tell him a name, and he’ll handle it! Don’t worry, babe, you’ve got the best boyfriend in the world! And he’ll handle everything, just give him the word. 

Hanayama Kaoru

Likes having you sit on his lap while he does paperwork. Being an oyabun for the yakuza means lots and lots of paperwork, Karou doesn’t mind it, but you sure do; is it crazy that you want to spend time with your lover? No, it’s not, so the only real solution is to spend time while he’s doing paperwork. 

You’ll lay your head on his shoulder, arms wrapped around his neck, while one of his large hands rubs soothing circles on your lower back. It’s peaceful. The only sound is the scrapping of his pencil and the sounds of your breathing. I think that quality time would be one of Kaoru's love languages, but being that he doesn’t have much time, cuddling like this is a good alternative. It makes him feel normal, not something he strives for, but nice nonetheless. 

Kaoru, like Jack, isn’t much of a talker, not even to you. He’s never been a man of many words, preferring to use his actions to show his thoughts, whether it be his fists or presents left on your bed. Either way, you’ll get the message. The way he’s gentle with you, holding you with the uttermost care he can, acting as if you’re porcelain. In a way, you kinda are, especially in his hands, hands meant for violence and bloodshed. 

Although he’d like to spoon you to sleep, this man sleeps like a brick and prefers to sleep on his back. I also don’t think you’d want him to spoon you… The moment he falls asleep, you’re never getting him off you until he’s awake again. This man is heavy, so if you have to go to the restroom or just get up to go to work, then you’re going to have to just wait until he’s awake lol. That doesn’t mean he minds you cuddling up to him. He’ll let you hug his side, lay on top of him, or attempt to spoon him. He doesn’t care too much as it doesn’t disrupt his sleep, so do as you wish. 

Matsumoto Kozue

Oh my Lord, she’s such a sweetheart! I love Kozue, even though she can be a little dense sometimes. I think she’d be a little shy to ask for cuddles and such, but embarrassment wouldn’t stop her from asking. I also think that she’d prefer to be the little spoon, wanting to be pressed against your chest as you two talk about your day. 

She’d go on and on about her classmates, what they said, any drama, or the cute bakery she saw on the way home from school… Maybe you guys should go there sometime? Kozue would like to face you when cuddling, liking the eye contact that comes with it. Her hand cupped your face as you lean your cheek against her palm, smiling at each other like two teenagers in love. Mindlessly, she’d braid your hair or brush it, all depending on your hair type ofc. I think she’d DIE if you were to start messing with her hair, loving how it feels like a massage as your nails rub her scalp. It’s a nice way to relax after school.

Although she loves to get dolled up and go out on the town, roaming from bakery to bakery and the park, she also doesn’t mind just cozying up at home. I think Kozue would enjoy a small movie marathon, watching different reality shows and romcoms! Your shoulders pressed against each other as you lean against one another, maybe her face in the crook of your neck, just enjoying each other’s warmth. It’s her favorite way to fall asleep, sometimes it feels like she’s in a dream...

Kaiou Retsu

Sigh, he’s such a virgin, and he acts like one. Good God, this guy cannot be romantic with you without feeling his face grow warm, and his cheeks catch on fire. He can be romantic, but that’s only after he’s practiced his script in the mirror around… a hundred times? Possibly more depending on the situation. He really can’t help it, you make Retsu’s heart swell, and his head go fuzzy like you’re Smokin’ Joe for God’s sake!

Nonetheless, Retsu is a natural caretaker. He enjoys making you feel at home, giving you a space where you can be yourself. It’s his love style, after all. While he’s not a natural cuddler himself, as he’s far too tense to be one, he’ll try his best if it means that you’re happy. Retsu’s goal in life is to be a partner you can be proud of, someone you would come to when in need. 

That’s how he got here: your head in his lap while you both watch some older action movie that involves martial arts. These are the only movies Retsu will ever watch because he likes to critique them… He finds it pleasant, to feel your chest rise and fall as you smush your cheek against his hardened thigh. Although a little embarrassing, he ignores the clench of his heart in favor of the texture of your hair.

This is a little side thing, but if you have some form of curly hair, that you need to detangle or have some long, strenuous routine, then Retsu is more than happy to do it for you! All you have to do is sit between his legs while he applies whatever butter oils, creams, leave-ins, etc., you use. He enjoys doing these things for you, and it’s even more rewarding when you praise him for the good job he did. If you have 4A, 4B, or 4C type hair, where you usually wear protective styles like braid, twists, etc., then he’ll also learn how to braid your hair, just to take the responsibility off of you. 

Although it’ll take him a while to get the hang of it, he’ll try for you. Retsu understands the pain hair can be (have you seen his luscious locks???). Though something that he’d surprisingly enjoy would be you brushing out his own hair, doing whatever type of braids you know for fun. He’d never ask directly, and he’d be farrr too embarrassed to do so, but he’d never refuse if you offered (hint, hint).

Orochi Katsumi

Oh boy, we have another cuddle bug here, and he has twice the confidence and half the self-awareness as Baki. In just day-to-day life, Katsumi is touchy, always wanting to have a hand on you and be by your side, no matter what. Although he’s pretty busy, he does try to make it up when he is around. But unlike Hanayama, you are likely, or may, work with him at the dojo, seeing as it’s not a dangerous line of work like Hanayama’s. 

Of course, this gives you guys wayyy more time to see each other, but even then it’s not enough for Katsumi. That means the moment you close the door and settle back into your shared home, he’s all over you, making up all the time he could’ve been lovin’ you up! He’ll run his hands down your sides, pressing his nose to your collar as you sway side-to-side. Katsumi doesn’t want to let you go, but he relents as he swings you over his shoulder, letting out a mischievous cackle when you squeal. 

There is where he’ll set you down on your shared bed with a bright grin, his eyes crinkling as you swat his shoulder, making a snide remark. Maybe you guys will watch a movie, or you might just gossip about one of Katsumi’s students, or even play some board/video games if you’re into that! Really, he just wants to spend quality time with you and have you snuggled into his side. 

Though I do think that Katsumi gets restless a lot, but he doesn’t want the loving to end, so he’ll just adjust your positioning. Sometimes you’ll be lying on his chest, resting your cheek against his peck as you rambled about your current interests or your friend’s drama with her own boyfriend, to which Katsumi gives the funniest remarks. 

This is a side thing, but if you’re anything like me, then you like to talk a lot. And I think that Katsumi would be a really good listener, in the sense that he’s not like Hanayama, who just nods his head or hums, instead, he’s giving you feedback, engaging with what you say. Things like “she said what?!” or “I would’ve punched him then and there!” Small things like that, that really add to the conversation and make it a lot funner (don’t come at me, I know it’s not a real word). And I think that during ya’ll’s quality time, a lot of this back and forth would be happening.

Overall, Katsumi is a real sweetheart who just wants to be around you, even if it’s just lying in silence. However, that silence doesn’t last long because he’s a natural yapper.

Biscuit Olivia

Big boys who like to lay on top of you >>>> Even though he's far bigger than you, Olivia still enjoys cuddling with his head pressed into your chest, and arms wrapped around your waist. And we’ve got another guy who’s very busy, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t give you attention! 

For the sake of conversation, we’ll just say that Maria (my love) doesn’t exist, even though I’m interested in writing about that relationship dynamic. Whatever, for most of the day, Olivia is out hunting down criminals, roaming around the prison, or doing whatever Mr. Unchained does during the day, but when he returns to his special place, he doesn’t waste any time getting to you. There’s a set routine the two of you have gotten. 

Olivia, exactly at 18:30 PM, will knock on your shared, bedroom door, bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand and dressed in a suit. Of course, knowing your routine, you’ll be dressed in whatever you deem fancy, and greet Olivia by leaning on the door and a pleased smile. He’ll lean down, and you’ll kiss his cheek, standing on your tippy-toes, and he’ll put his arm out. Getting the hint, you’ll intertwine yours with his, taking the flowers in the other. Olivia will take you for dinner, sometimes it’s in the prison, and other times it’s somewhere else. You guys will chat for hours, usually ending at 22:00-ish. 

This is where the actual cuddling comes in lol, he’ll swoop you off your feet, carry you back to your shared room, and lie you on the bed, both of you still dressed up. His arms will wrap around you, pressing his face to your chest as he mumbles on about how much he loves you, being classic Olivia. Your hands will massage his shoulders, giggling when he lets out pleased grumbles. Sometimes, it leads to sex, other times you both just slip into slumber, and you follow that pattern more days than not.

Pickle

Cuddling is a foreign concept to Pickle, seeing as during his time, there was no one to cuddle. Back then, he was either hunting or lazing around, maybe causing meaningless trouble. There wasn’t much to do, so he had to entertain himself. But now that you are here, Pickle never gets bored! Thoughts of you fill his head constantly, he just finds you to be so entertaining!

You look so different than him, than the creatures of his time, well, your world looks so different. And Pickle is naturally curious, so he takes any chance he can to observe your body, trying to figure out how you’re so soft. You’re so small compared to him, and he finds it to be oddly funny.

He finds it horribly frustrating that he cannot say what he’s thinking, unable to verbalize it in a way that you’d understand, so he has to be creative with how he communicates. A lot of the time, it comes in the form of physical affection. I’ve touched on this topic before in this post (you should check it out, wink wink). He likes to be close to you because it means security for your safety. He still has the survival instincts that so many of us have lost, due to the advancements of society. Pickle is constantly on alert, so he likes to have you as close as physically possible.

Whatever the arrangement is, Pickle will curl around you, liking to have his nose pressed against your neck. Every once and a while, he’ll nip at your skin, an odd attempt to claim you. Though that’s only if he gets bored enough lol. Pickle will have you in a death hug of sorts, making it so you cannot get away from him and run off. Whatever it is, let’s just say that you’ll be stuck there for a while… At least, until Pickle gets bored.

Jun Guevaru

Baby, this man will serenade himself into your sheets, wooing your pants right off! Now, for Jun, I think that cuddles will lead to sex more times than not, but that doesn't mean all the time. If you're not in the mood, then he's perfectly fine rubbing your back as you guys lay together in bed. And because he's dramatic, he'll coo soft, romantic words into your ear the whole time.

Telling you that you're the love of his life, how you're so beautiful, and that he's oh-so lucky to have a lady such as yourself as his lover. He's very much a romantic at heart. Jun loves just lazing around with you, seeing as he doesn't have many days to do so. I mean, running a country is hard work! He can't be sitting in bed all day, no matter how much he wants to.

Similar to Hanayama, he likes to have you on his lap as close to him as physically possible. This means that you’re dragged to meetings (does he have those???), but if I’m being honest, I have no idea what Jun would be doing in his day-to-day lol. I imagine that it’s a lot of sailing and talking to people, likely stealing shit from the government/s. Although Jun doesn’t want you near any danger, so a lot of the times, you’re in his cabin or in the cafeteria (if ships have those).

Anyway, I’m getting off-track, the point is that he’s not necessarily around you, so those small moments where it’s just you and him (lunchtime, in the early morning, and at night), he’ll make the most of it. During lunch, he’ll pull you into his lap and tease you, begging you to feed him whatever food you’ve made. One hand on your waist, while the other is on your thigh, rubbing down to your knee as he looks at you with the most love and admiration you’ve ever seen a man have. 

Of course, you’ll relent and hand feeds him the dish, feeling a little flushed and embarrassed at how he’ll moan at the taste, praising your talent (no matter how bad of a cook you are). At night/in the morning, he’ll pull you close, feeling you up a bit before he has to get ready for the day. I do think that Jun loves getting ready with you in the mornings. Whatever routine you have, no matter how long or short, he wants to be a part of it. It feels oh-so domestic, and it makes his heart all warm and fluffy. Well, being around you in general makes him feel that way, but nonetheless. He enjoys the lazy mornings when he has to roll out of bed, you following after. Sometimes he’ll dance with you, in the kitchen, singing some shanty you’ve grown used to. 

Although it’s a little different that you’re life before, and Jun can be a little much sometimes, you can’t help but smile as Jun pulls you into a dip, kissing the corner of your lips with a cheeky grin. 

[ddollfface]

Hey, you guys, I know it's been a hot second since I really posted any real content on this blog, and I want to say I'm sorry for that. I realize that it was probably confusing for me to suddenly fall off lol.

It's just that this blog grew a lot in a couple of months. I only had like seventy... maybe a hundred people liking my content??? And now I have 556 followers?? That's crazy, what??? It was overwhelming, knowing that so many people (in my mind) were seeing my writing, and it made me hyperaware; if that makes sense? It kinda made me spiral because I never thought my writing was any good, so it was both scary and heartwarming knowing that so many of you enjoy my writing... ♡

Anyways! I don't want to be a Debbie downer or anything because I love you all so much! I really love the messages ya'll send me, it really warms my heart 'cause you guys are wayy too nice! I just wanted to come on here and say that, I am, in fact, alive (because some of you seemed a little concerned lol), and will try to post more!!!

I have some drafts that I've started working on (and I think I'll be finished within a couple of days!!!). So I'll leave a list of some of the stuff that ya'll should be expecting soon!!! Love you all so much, and I'm super duper thankful for all the love ♡♡♡

You’re A Hanma; You Reep What You Sow (3) Hanma Reader realizes what happens when she doesn’t do what she’s told You’re A Hanma; Popularity Seems to Come With the Name (4) Hanma Reader meets her half-brothers through an eager Tokugawa Jack Hanma NSFW Alphabet LoveSick!Bimbo Yandere Alphabet Just a Little Bit of Affection Cuddling Headcanons for Baki Men It's Not Onesided, Love When Reader is just as crazy at them (LoveSick!Characters) Baki Hanma Yandere Headcanons Breath In, Breath Out Where Reader doesn't follow Hanayama's explicit orders not to smoke…

[ddollfface]

question what the tv tells you, question what a pop star sells you, question mom and question dad, question good and question bad

[ddollfface]

Villian!Reader: Destroying homes, killing the innocent, holding children hostage, kidnapping government officials, doing possibly the most cruel punishments known to man.

LoveSick!Hero:

[ddollfface]

Hello, first of all I really appreciate your blog. I love to read your story's, they are incredible C:

Secondly, I wanted to take a request for a yandere baki? Like, he falls for a classmate who is really shy and insecure but she secretly trains to become more confident and stronger? Maybe Baki wants to help her (or not depends on how you think yandere baki would be) and also protect her?

Sorry if my request is a little bit confusing ^^" If it's too random for you, you can just write general yandere baki headcanons :") I hope you have a nice day and thank you in advance :D<3

𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝

𝙔𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚!𝘽𝙖𝙠𝙞 𝙭 𝙁𝙚𝙢!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Trigger Warnings; Bad writing, she/her pronouns, possessive thoughts, not really yandere, reader is depicted as really socially awkward and clumsy, uhhh Kozue doesn't exist in this universe ig (I'm sorry bbg) It's no problem, nonny! I love it when ya'll give me random scenarios lol. Though I write really slowly, so sorry that it's been so long... Enjoy and give me any feedback! I'm still trying to tweak Baki's character profile!

“C’mon, do one more. You got this,” 

You panted, stretching your muscles to the extent you could, bringing your chin above the bar, trying to focus on the searing stretch in your muscles, and using it to motivate you as you lifted yourself up once more. Your thighs were clenched, trying to fight gravity, and get twenty pull-ups, surprising yourself when your head gets above the bar. 

Seventeen… that’s Baki’s age, you think with a small smile gracing your face as you go for another one, only to whine, wincing as your arms refuse to move. Just as you’re about to drop, you feel your classmate, who you’re too nervous to call a friend, hands grab your waist, helping you down from the pull-up bar. His hands cupped your waist, practically carrying your weight in his hands, catching you off-guard.

“I-thank you, Baki,” You mumbled, glancing over your shoulder as he set you on the ground, and smiling. A warm feeling fluttered in your chest, feeling accomplished at how many pull-ups you did. Only just a month ago, you couldn’t even hang from the bar without getting sore, but with Baki’s help, you’ve improved so much! It makes you giddy as you think of your progress, of how far you’ve come, and how much stronger you’ll be in the future. It gives you a surge of confidence whenever you find yourself exerting some of your newfound strength, beginning to love yourself a little more. 

“No problemo,” Baki shrugs, trying to remain lax, ignoring the throbbing of his heart. He got to touch you, place his hands on your waist, and carry your weight. God, you’re so pretty, even when you’re all sweaty. He felt like a lovesick schoolboy (he is). Your presence feels like a punch to the gut, giving him a newfound energy, the same feeling he chases when he fights. His heart pumping blood throughout his body, forcing it through his veins as his brain races with thoughts, thoughts, and more thoughts. He can almost feel his hands shake, practically begging his conscience for a chance to grab, hold, and smother you with affection, to pepper kisses all over your face, and praise your body in a way you deserve. 

He can’t even describe the surge of joy he got when you asked him for help, looking at him… well you didn’t look at him, preferring the ground’s gaze whenever you talk to him, but that didn’t matter too much. Your words were far more important. The moment your soft voice shyly asked for him to train you, to help you out because you wanted to be better, to be more confident. 

And while Baki loved you for who you were and the way you were he understood. He understood wanting to be better, to strive for more and more until your nails have gone raw and bloody, unable to claw away. He understands the feeling of not being where you want to be, of not being stronger, or accomplishing more. 

Though you both have different reasons for training, he understands the core values of it. You’re training to help build confidence and find value in yourself, while Baki does it because it’s a staple in his life, the only consistent pillar throughout his short years. But you both share the determination and though you likely will never be as strong as him, which is completely okay and likely how he’d prefer it, he admires how you had the confidence to approach him, asking him for help with something so personal.

Of course, he said yes. What kind of man would he be if he denied you help? Especially when you asked so sweetly? He still remembers how his cheeks grew warm and how he could hear his heart thud against his ribs at the idea of watching you work out. And though, Baki will never admit to it… you’re just so pretty, the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. You’re so soft, so kind, and just so cute. There’s no way he can’t gawk, respectfully, whenever he sees you squat, or how you smile whenever you complete a set, looking at him with amazement. Sometimes you’ll even hug him! And, honestly, he could die a happy man!

He tries his hardest, never wanting to make you uncomfortable, keeping your best interests in mind, and that’s why he absolutely refuses to let you work out in public. Nope, nope, nope, that’s not going to happen. Sure, you two can go on a run together, but he makes sure to give you one of his athletic zip-ups, not wanting guys to gawk at you, knowing that they will. 

It doesn’t matter that you’re only sixteen, he knows how men think, how they reduce you to your body. You’re so much more than that, and that’s why his blood boiled when he saw a guy let his eyes trail across your body as you did some push-ups. Yeah, no, you’re never going to a public gym again, that was the first and last time he’d ever let you do that. 

And if you were to ask, he’ll just say that you can’t even imagine the amount of sweat and bacteria on those machines. Can’t you imagine how many sweaty, grubby hands have touched those dumbbells? Or how many people have sat on that bench? Yeah, you can’t give him a number, and after that, you refused to touch your face without washing your hands and wiping away any grime from your face with a wet wipe, even upping your skincare a little.

Don’t get it wrong, you’re not a germaphobe or anything, but you had to agree with Baki, though you weren’t going to challenge him either way. You had noticed the gleam in his eyes as he pulled you up and off the floor, stopping you in the middle of your rep. Of course, you pouted a little, seeing as you were about to do ten push-ups! But you didn’t say anything, not wanting to stir any trouble, so you just kept your head down as Baki said you guys were going to end early. 

You didn’t want to, but you trusted Baki, and you weren’t going to say no when he looked so sure of himself. You hadn’t noticed the way his eyes seemingly darkened when he walked behind you, noticing how your leggings hugged you too tightly, nor did you seem to care when he handed you a jacket, saying you looked a little cold. If anything, you thought it was extremely sweet, and it made your cheeks grow warm, and your stomach does flips. 

“Well, it’s getting pretty late; you want me to take you home?” Baki’s voice draws you out of your little trip down memory lane, causing you to look up from your hands, which you were probably staring at for an embarrassing amount of time. With a small smile, you nod your head, turning to face Baki, and wiping some sweat from your brow. 

“Um, sure! That sounds like a plan-” You cut yourself off with an awkward chuckle, internally cursing yourself for being such a dork. I mean, what could Baki, probably the strongest man in the world, be thinking of you? He probably thinks you're super duper weird and that you sweat too much, oh God. What if you smell! 

Slowly losing yourself in your thoughts, Baki quirked a brow, noticing that you seemingly were spacing out, so, like any normal person who definitely hasn’t been daydreaming about his moment since he first met you, he placed his hand on your shoulder and tilts his head, “*Hey, are you good? You’re not lightheaded or anything, right? That wouldn’t be too good, yeah?*”

Baki had a small, reassuring smile on his lips, and the small mole on his upper lip stretched slightly, catching your attention. Feeling your cheeks heat up, your brain went into override, becoming overwhelmed with how close Baki was. You could see all the pores in his skin, and you could feel him too. His palm was oddly warm, maybe a little sweaty, but that was probably just you… ew. His hand cupped your shoulder, thumb drumming against your colder skin softly as he awaited your response, but you just looked at him with parted lips, eyes wide, and mind blank. 

You definitely looked like an idiot, you were sure of it, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything, feeling a little awestruck. Let’s just say that conversations have really never been your thing, especially when they’re cute guys without a shirt. Trying your best, you succeeded in keeping your eyes locked on his face, not letting them linger and drift down to his neck, where his SCM muscle flowed down to his clavicle and mended with the infrahyoid muscle group, only for his trapezius muscle to lay over his shoulder blade and peak from his back. His pectoralis majors were bulging against his sternum, making him seem more like a bodybuilder than a normal, teenage boy, not even to mention his serratus anterior, which was clearly defined and wrapped around his sides-

“Geez, man, you’re such a creep, staring at my muscles,” Baki chuckled, hiding how giddy he felt with your eyes on him, him, him.  His hand moved from your shoulder to your head, ruffling your hair with a cheeky grin as he tilted his head teasingly, “Is that a little drool I see there?” The hand on your head moved to cup your cheek, rubbing his thumb over your lower lip, as if there were really drool (there wasn’t, he just wanted to make you flustered). His calloused fingers teased your cheek, almost covering your whole face, and you thought you might just die. 

“Pphha-Oh, my God! I’m so, so sorry, Baki! That was so weird-” You fumbled over yourself, practically jumping away from his hand with a warm face. Your lips were trembling slightly, your nerves dripping through your veins as you cracked your knuckles, unsure of what to do with yourself as you felt your blood turn into molten lava. Standing with your arms straight and hands by your side, you quickly maneuvered to get your stuff, quickly remembering what the conversation was. Slinging your duffle bag over your shoulder, your legs were unstable as you steadied yourself and glanced around Baki’s home, not wanting to come anywhere near his gaze. 

“Well, anyways-I, um… I think I should go, um, home.” I spoke unceremoniously, ending your words with an out-of-place cough, only fueling Baki’s amusement as he looked you up and down. You were just so cute. He could just eat you up. His syrupy brown eyes swirled with amusement, taking in your nervous form. He really is obsessed, isn’t he?

He can’t get enough of your flustered smile, the way your lips quirk and tremble as you let meaningless words slip from your lips. Your eyes always got so scattered, flickering across whatever room, just to avoid his gaze. Although he’d love for you to get more comfortable, to just relax around him, he does enjoy these moments where you slur your speech and wave your hands around; it’s comforting in a sense. Deciding not to push any further, knowing your heart would probably thump out of your chest, he shrugs his shoulders and gives your bicep a small tap, “Sure thing, I’ll let you off this time.”

His voice was soft and playful as to coax you out of being so nervous. You just smile stiffly, feeling your heart thump, thump, thump, going crazy in your ribcage as you try to cool your tense figure, to slow the blood flooding in your ears. Giving him a nervous, wonky smile, you shrug your bag further up your shoulders, needing to do anything to distract you from the situation at hand. Baki was just so cool, and everything about him was amazing, but you were just… you. For God’s sake! Baki is probably the strongest man in the world, for all you know! And he’s training you of all people? He must be an angel or something… 

That’s what you think. You don’t know the gleam that flickers through his eyes whenever you turn away, the pure, utterless obsession that flows through his veins. Though Baki wouldn’t consider himself to be a jealous man, by any means, he can’t help but worry about you. You also don’t know the amount of men he’s dealt with through the school year; the amount of people he’s had to… steer away from you, just to keep you safe. But that’s good. You don’t need to know, ever. 

And you still don’t know as you walk side-by-side through the residential neighborhood, Baki holding your bag, of course. He always insists that he helps you out, seeing as you must be oh so tired from your workout, so just let him help you out, yeah?

To you, it was a smooth night, although a little awkward and embarrassing, it was nice. There was a soft breeze, so it was pleasing on the back of your neck, and you could feel your hair tussle and flow. Humming under your breath, you glance around the neighborhood you know like the back of your hand, and observe the different houses. Many were more 1970s-stylized architecture, but it was pretty nonetheless. They all had dark, wooden frames and sloped roofs, guarded by flimsy, wooden fences. With your eyes locked onto your surroundings, you lost track of how long you’d been walking until Baki suddenly stopped, nudging you for your attention. 

“Oh, thanks for walking me home, Baki…” You chuckle, catching yourself before you could make you look like more of an airhead. Scratching your cheek, you turned your back, standing in front of the gate that led to your small home, where your parents were probably snooping out the window to see what cute boy had brought you home…

“Nah, we’re chillin’. I just want to make sure you’re safe, you know how it is.” He shrugged, giving you a small, endearing smile before shoving his hands into his jean pockets, glancing at the ground before looking back at you. Giggling sheepishly, you messed with the hem of your shirt, before clearing your throat and straightening your posture. The air was oddly relaxing, though still a little stiff.

“Yeah, but you really didn’t need to, especially since you’re carrying my bag, too!” You sighed dramatically, pursing your lips slightly as you tried to make the mood a little lighter, more for yourself than Baki. He chuckled, rolling his eyes a little with some sass, handing you your bag as you motioned for it. 

“Geez, what d’ya think of me? I’d be a pretty shitty friend if I let you walk out here by yourself.” Baki flicked your forehead with a quirked brow, continuing, “But really don’t mention it. You’re like my best friend, practically my responsibility.” He added with a nonchalant grin. 

Nodding your head with a smile, trying to ignore the growing warmth on the back of your neck. God, talking to Baki was so easy, even if you fumbled your words an embarrassing amount of times, and you couldn’t help but feel your brain speed up, racing a million miles per hour. Subconsciously, your eyes kept lingering, down, down, down toward his lips, watching them move as he spoke. No matter how much you tried to ignore it, there was a tug on your heart, feeling a pull toward Baki, and he felt it, too. 

Just do it. Just do it. Just do it. Oh, c’mon! Just do it! You hyped yourself up, adjusting your duffle bag on your shoulder as I leaned your weight onto one foot to another, slightly nudging yourself closer to Baki. Your heart was pounding, ringing in your ears as you kept your eyes nervously locked on his face. Baki had continued talking, rambling off about some fight he had recently. Of course, you loved hearing Baki talk, but you couldn’t think straight, hyper-fixating on this inner turmoil that took over your thoughts. Though Baki had noticed your fidgeting and shift in behavior, he brushed it off as you just being antsy to go to sleep. Wait; why are you so close?

And just like that your lips brushed against his cheek, only there for half a second that Baki thought that he had imagined it. A slip of electricity had shot through both of you, a lingering warmth on his cheek as Baki stared at you with wide eyes. You just kissed him! Baki’s brain went into overload, standing there with his lips parted like a fish. Of course, your face had blossomed with an overwhelming amount of warmth, so hot that even Baki could feel it radiate off of you. Without a second thought, you rushed into your home, though not without running into the half-opened gate and tripping up the steps. 

Baki hadn’t even noticed your clumsy movements, far too focused on the warmth that swelled under his skin, a feeling he wasn’t used to. The tips of his fingers were pulsing, feeling static as he urged himself to do something, but his mind was caught up on what he felt. Everything was upside down, his world spinning, and the rhythm of his heart kept him in a jumble. It felt like his brain was empty but swirling with more thoughts than it should. Your lips felt oh so soft, and he couldn’t forget; he didn’t want to forget. 

“You’re just too much.” He mumbled under his breath, a newfound determination blossomed in his heart, and a lovesick gleam in his brown eyes. You just confirmed everything he’s ever wanted and dreamed of; you were his. You want to be his. That just means that you don’t need them either, all you need is him, and he’s sure you wouldn’t mind just staying at his place, right? You’re practically dating now, and it’s only right that you live together; that’s what couples do, right? 

As he walked away, steps a little off-center, a plan formed in his head, obsessive delusions fueling it. With just one, small kiss, you had decided your fate. No longer could you get off as just being his “best friend”, no. You were his lover now, his future wife. Though you didn’t seem to fully grasp that, Baki’s glad to give a helping hand.

[ddollfface]

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭… 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞

𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜𝘀 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗟𝗶𝗸𝗲?; 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗙𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

Just like a forest, she's quiet but always listening. Her voice sounds like the swaying of branches, and her skin shares the hues of bark. Honeyed eyes tell you far more than her lips, softening just at the sight of you, the pleasure that only you have. She doesn't like to be open with affection, preferring to express herself in a way that only you'd understand, like an open secret, if you will.

With a stern hand on your waist, she aids you in large crowds, adverting you to the inside of the sidewalk, and covering your head whenever you bend over near a table edge. She's a silent protector, not needing your verbal approval for validation, instead, your presence is enough for her. She doesn't need you to say 'thank you', though it's always cute whenever you do so, nor does she need gifts. She just needs you, you, you. You are enough, and that's what she loves about you, so that's why she listens.

You've learned that she's a good listener, her eyes always peeled open to observe your features, taking in the pleasing sight, and her ears ready to catch any small details. Though she doesn't remember all of them, she remembers the things that matter.

Some find her offputting, the everlasting RBF she has definitely isn't helping her case, and it surely doesn't help that she despises smiling of all things, unless it's yours of course. She doesn't want to interact with others, so she doesn't. She doesn't want to talk to others, so she doesn't. And the very last thing she wants to do is be nice to others, so she doesn't.

Now, most are able to acknowledge that she doesn't want to be around anyone else, so they leave her be, but not you. No, no, not sweet old you. You stuck with her through thick and thin, never leaving no matter how many times her told you that there were better people out there, people you'd actually like talking to.

And though she says that, acting as though she isn't a good friend, she still goes to the mall with you every weekend even though she loathes shopping. Her eyes are always on you, giving you her undivided attention, something most people can't even do half of! She treats you like a person, wanting to see your smile grow a little wider. Her love is comforting, like a warm bed on a cold night. You'll never want to leave.

[ddollfface]

I see you guys and I appreciate you. 😉

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[ddollfface]

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