#YOUD BETTER HOPE IT WAS WORTH THE ASKING-

[emmyrosee]

... give me the soft bakugo 👀

If this flops or gets me ostracized from the fandom you’re uninvited to my birthday party-

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Bakugo could never stay awake during movies.

It was a problem for him, genuinely. The amount of times he’s fallen asleep, and grumbles in annoyance when you tell him the movie’s over is truly staggering. It’s not that he wants to miss the action, he’s just so exhausted from being… well. Bakugo, that when the end of the day comes, and you’ve got a hand buried in his hair and a blanket tossed over you both, he never stands a chance.

And it’s a ritual at this point, merely part of your daily routine. He comes home. He showers. He curls up against you, and before the movie’s rising action can start, he’s out cold.

And nine times out of ten, you’re more than willing to stay, scratching his scalp and watching Bakugo’s handsome face twitch and lax with each detail of dreams…

But today? The one out of ten? You’re fucking hungry.

You so wish you’d eaten before you decided to be his snuggle buddy for the next few hours, knowing he’d already had a bad enough day and you leaving to have a snack would only disturb him further, but if it wasn’t you slowly leaving the warmth of bed, it would be your growling stomach.

Okay. Slowly now. You pinch the arm that’s tossed over your waist and slowly lift it up, slipping from under the appendage and out to freedom.

Once out of his warm embrace, you quickly scurry to the kitchen for a sandwich- heavy enough to get through the night, but light enough where you can quickly eat it- and a quick look through of your phone so you can update your friends and family to be officially his for the night.

And it seems to all go well! He’s still knocked out, as you assumed he would be after such a long day, and you’re just about ready to bite when-

“…the hell in the fuck are you doing?”

The voice makes your eyes wander from the brightness of your phone screen, to the culprit himself, standing in the hallway with sweats low on his hips and a blanket wrapped around just the top half of his torso. He knuckles his tired eyes, his lips in a sleepy scowl, and god he looks so snuggly you want to bring him straight back to his warm bed and let him sleep off the day.

But your rumbling stomach would never allow that.

Stopping your staring, your teeth hover over the sandwich before coming down to a biteless close, and you look at him with a clear of your throat, “I’m… eating?”

“You left the bed.”

“Yeah, because you don’t like crumbs-“

“You left me in the bed.”

You blink at him in complete confusion, trying your hardest not to laugh in his face as he growls deep in his throat, “you left me alone in the bed, to make yourself a sandwich!”

“Well I sure as hell wasn’t going to wake you up,” you snort, watching as he struggles back a yawn to continue his ‘threatening’ look. “You were tired babe, I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“Well… well I didn’t like not knowing where you were,” he grumbles. “And when I pat the damned bed and it was empty, that was an even worse way to wake up.”

All an elaborate way of saying ‘I didn’t like that you left me and our cuddle time.’ You could’ve sworn he’d only be mad if you’d woken him up in the process of leaving, but that’s very clearly not the case. When a loving grin spreads over your face, you know he knows he’s been figured out, and he crosses his blanket-covered arms and avoids your gaze. “Awww, Katsuki-“

“Don’t even.”

“Did you want me to-“

“Fuck off.”

“Stay and snuggle?” His words of empty threats do nothing to deter you from finishing your sweet coo, which he scoffs at while you slowly pull out the chair next to you for him to sit in. “Baby, you know I’d never leave if I knew it would make you upset!”

“It didn’t make me up-fucking-set,” he growls, but he does let his long legs carry him to the chair next to you, plopping down sleepily while maroon eyes struggle to stay awake. “It’s the principle of the matter- you leave, you fuckin’ tell me where you’re going. End of discussion.”

You snort and shake your head at his words, finally taking a bite of your sandwich and thus, ending the conversation. Despite his efforts, he doesn’t look half as mad as he thinks he does, lips pouty and cheeks a titch flushed from your affectionate words and the last remnants of sleep being pulled from his soul.

“For what it’s worth,” you hum, slowly tugging his chair closer to yours, which he instantly rests his head on your shoulder when he’s close enough. “I always want to cuddle with you, too, stinky.”

“Quit it with your stupid pet names,” he grumbles. “I am a man, and I find it disgusting the way you are able to make my heart race.”

“Of course you do,” you agree with him to relax his protests, turning your head to kiss the fluffs of hair that adorn the crown of his head. “Let me finish eating, then we can go nap for real.”

He grunts, a pouting language for ‘fine,’ before he lets you eat in slight peace, just without the use of your right arm which is now being held hostage by his own two limbs.

“C’ I have a bite?” He mumbles, opening his mouth expectantly, as if already knowing you’d say yes. You chuckle and bring the sandwich to his lips, which he bites softly and chews slowly. “‘fank you.”

“You’re welcome, my love.”

“Gross.”

[signedkoko]

I'd like to ask for a Vox x fem!reader in which Vox accidentally forgot their anniversary (I am a Vox enjoyer and i think we need more of him)

Vox X Reader [Romantic]

In which Vox forgets your anniversary, and begins to panic that he hasn't got anything set up.

You'd had plenty anniversaries together by now, and he had never forgotten a single one

Having an internal calendar allowed him to be extremely consistent

Even so, with a busier year than ever, his comfort with always remembering seemed to have affected his ability to actually do so

When you wake up and immediately wish him a happy anniversary, he puts on the act of saying it back and going back to 'sleep', but the moment you've left the room he is PANICKING

He thanks the heavens that you weren't the kind to hide it until he did something, and it gave him time to put something together

Though you caught him off guard when you came back holding two pairs of shoes, asking which ones suited your outfit better

" You're going out? "

" No! God no, it's our day! But I was hoping we could go out for brunch? "

Thank god, that crossed the morning scheduling off the table! He was happily slipping into something more romantic business casual and chasing you out the door

He was already ready to call his driver, when you took his hand and started walking

" I hope it's okay, but I think I'd like to walk there today, just us. "

Vox thinks you are just too sweet to say no

He didn't like being out in the streets of pride so much because of all the staring, but on such a nice morning with you all dolled up by his side, it was worth it

You always liked looking around and leading him to new places he'd never spot, much like today

A small corner spot with many glass windows, decorated in growing plants and gold trimmings

A big neon sign was lit atop, reading 'Rockin Johnny's', and when you entered the whole place was decorated in retro vintage diner style

It wasn't exactly the upscale place he had in mind, but you insisted and sat in one of the booths, surrounded mostly by hellborns

For about an hour or so, you both delved into cheap meals that were surprisingly good, talking about things you both enjoyed and sharing memories from the past

Vox couldn't help but feel guilty, seeing you so happy about today when he hadn't done a thing

" Listen, doll, I don't mean to ruin anything but, I completely forgot it was our anniversary today. "

" Well, duh! I wiped it! "

He paused, seeing you hold up a memory card

No one else had ever done that to him before, not for a long time, but you had an opportunity where no one else did, he trusted you

" I promise to give it back! It's just, I wanted to surprise you this year and I couldn't do that without asking or, you know, this. "

You gave it back to him immediately, and the warlords silence finally broke with a hearty laugh

You were too adorable, and admittedly clever

Though, he's especially interested in hearing what you'd done to surprise him

Not that you were bad at them, but he had a lot more resources than you did

" Two tickets to Ozzies! I had to put us on the waitlist like, months ago! "

For a moment, hes surprised you managed to get them, but then, he laughed again

" Ah, and two sinners are going to leave the pride ring? "

" Oh, I got a pardon from Lucifer! "

...

Absolutely blue screens for a hot second there

How in hell did you get a pardon? From Lucifer?? Not only were they rare, but what you'd have to do to even get one in the first place is unimaginable!

Not sure how he can beat you next year, because dear lord if you pull out all the stops imaginable

Author's Note - Bet youd didnt expect THAT!! Allow me to surpris ethe reader instead!!!! Thank you for requesting <3

[spacelazarwolf]

Hey, I saw a post from another tumblr user that you are a Zionist and spreading false info about Jewish people being excluded from pride parades and I don't know what a Zionist is (they just said it was nationalist) but I enjoy your blog and wanted to ask you about it directly to understand better whats going on if thats okay? Im not anonymous in case you want to privately answer or tell me youd not want to discuss. 💕

first, i wanna thank you for being respectful about this, and for asking this off anon. this tells me you're asking in good faith, so i'm happy to answer.

i've had to state numerous times on my blog that i'm not a zionist bc people love to slap that label on any jew they disagree with, which is exactly what's happening in this situation. they disagreed with what i said about a lot of jews not feeling comfortable at pride because of the pervasive antisemitism in queer spaces, and several queer events banning the jewish pride flag because it "looked too similar to the israeli flag" and decided that made me a zionist. it happens a lot bc ppl know that that word is very taboo in activist spaces, and labeling you a zionist is a surefire way to get you kicked out of a lot of progressive circles. interestingly (said with a huge dollop of sarcasm) this rarely happens to gentiles.

zionist is also a pretty useless word for determining what someone actually believes, because depending on who you ask their ideologies can range from "i think that jewish people should be able to live in the land that is currently israel and palestine alongside palestinians and other indigenous groups" to "i think that only jews should get to live in that area and we should kick everyone else out." and as you can imagine, there's lots of people like me who agree with the first statement but vehemently disagree with the second. it's become somewhat of a dogwhistle, to the point that alt righters popularized "zio" as a slur, which was then picked up by leftists (because there is also a huge problem with antisemitism in leftist and non palestinian gentile-dominated antizionist spaces.) one of the events i mentioned in the first paragraph deleted a tweet using this slur.

the person you're probably talking about also claimed that i, a genderqueer trans man, am a misogynist, because i said that jewish masculinity is very culturally different from white masculinity and that i find a lot of comfort in it. they cited a bunch of problems with misogyny within the orthodox community, despite the fact i'm not orthodox or even ashkenazi. what it boiled down to is that they disagree with the takes i have on anti transmasculinity, and they needed something else to pin it on.

so in the future, if you see someone accusing a jew of being a zionist, take everything they have to say with a bucket full of salt and do as you did with this ask and go ask the person what they actually believe. sometimes you'll find their beliefs actually don't line up with your morals and you can unfollow, but the vast majority of the time you'll find that they just said something someone didn't like and it was the easiest way to discredit them.

in general, i don't share my opinions about zionism/antizionism on tumblr because that's not what my blog is centered on, and also i oppose the expectation that jews should have to disclose our opinions on zionism in order for gentiles to determine whether or not we are worth listening to. i also have a lot of thoughts abt how the focus on anti-anything makes it easier for activists to weaponize that activism against marginalized people, but that's an entirely different post.

anyway, i hope that answers your question, and i will probably pin this ask somewhere on my blog since i have been asked this a few times now and it seems unavoidable since ppl just won't drop it.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA for inviting my cousin to an LGBT meet up?

Cw: mentions of suicide and transphobia

I (18M) am a trans man and my cousin N (21F) is a lesbian who is very masc presenting. We're the only queer cousins in the family (at least in our generation) so weve always been good friends and shes been one of the biggest supporters of my transition, defended me from bigoted family members and always corrected family when they used my deadname/old pronouns. I lowkey hoped she would come out as a trans man or nonbinary as well. We dress in the same style which makes it so when were hanging out together one of us is gonna get misgendered since people asume both of us are trans men or masc girls. When N is the one being misgendered she doesnt bother fighting it since its more trouble than its worth but looking back i think it really annoyed her.

Earlier this year N was severely struggling with her mental health. I apologize for the wording i may have since i dont know the proper terminology for this stuff or any specific disorder diagnosis she may have (other than autism). She was having some sort of manic or depressive episode. She was dead set on pushing people away and making them hate her so she could take her own life without regrets.

I visited N once to give her my support during a struggling time but i stupidly told her there was nothing she could say that would push me away. She told me not to test her but i kept pushing it and i admit what happened next was my fault. She told me in a very cold voice that she was a terf, though that she didnt want me dead but that "we" (im guessing she meant trans ppl) made it so much harder for her to exist(???????). I didnt let her keep talking just and left her room, said my goodbyes to her family and just cried while driving home.

Im still not sure if she meant it or if it was part of her mental episode and just a way for her to hurt me and push me away. On one hand ig it explains some of her behavior? N sometimes complained when she got asked for her pronouns or being misgendered like I mentioned before. On the other hand, I gen do not believe she has been a terf all along esp with how supportive shes been of me. If she was a terf youd think she would try to subtly talk me out of it, but that has never happened. My friends have nicknamed her schrodinger's terf lol

Anyway, i went no contact with N for a few months for my own wellbeing. During this time i heard that she tried to kill herself a few times, which got her into a mental hospital. She was given higher doses of meds and seems to be doing way better.

We had a family reunion this week and i decided to approach her. N seemed a little hesitant to talk to me but stayed polite. I tried testing her and talked about the effects T has been having on me but she acted like she always had and congratulated me and even complimented me on how deep my voice has gotten. I wasnt satisfied cause i wanted an apology for what she had said to me so i pushed it more. She did end up apologzing but it was a very surface level apology. At this point i didnt want to keep pushing in case it set her off again so i just took her apology (plus i wanted my best cousin back) and spent the rest of the day hanging out with her.

On the way home my mom said she was happy me and N had made up and that i should invite her to the lgbt club meetings Ive been going to this year. It seemed like a good idea to me, she lost a few friends during her episode and she could make more queer friends here. If N is trans and just in denial it could help her get the resources she needs to feel comfortable coning out. If N IS a terf maybe having more positive interactions with trans ppl could change her mind on it. Overall i thought it would be a win for her.

I brought it up to my friends and some of them blew up at me. Their argument was that itd be exposing the other trans ppl in the group to a terf and putting them in danger. I truly hadnt considered this angle so im kinda conflicted now. She had never felt like an unsafe person before and now that her episode is over she feels normal again. Even if she is a terf i dont think she could actually cause harm? I want N to get better but i dont want to put my trans friends at risk.

So tumblr, WIBTA for inviting N to my lgbt meet up?

What are these acronyms?

[kikosaurscave]

getting high with neteyam:

-unproffesionly use of weed

-kinda heated kissing

-remember that theyre young , high asf teens

-theres a part 3 bc i had a sudden gooder idea thats more age wise friendly

"cmon its not that far away" you whisper to the groaning boy who rubs his eyes, "y/n why in the middle of eclipse? can this not wait ?"

the look you gave him let him know your lack of patience. you js wanna get high ASAP

he walks closely next to you hand in hand to not seperate as you let the soft vibrance of the plants around you guide your way to what you craved the most for in the past 16 hours.

his fingers caress yours while you happily tell him about your current obsession "this plant , it is amazing ! and all we did was burn it ! you should have seen tsahik, talking to the walls of the peoples lab" you let out a laugh that he knows he adores. he could listen to you ramble about anything because he loves your voice

"i hope this is worth it" he grumbles to you, you rolls you eyes , excitement creeping up on you when you spot the enchanting plant of .pot

you tell him to gather the buds of the plants while you find a hooded area covered by the large bright leaves and glowing mushrooms and fruit , the spot big enough for about 5 of you to just chill out in and get smoke weed

you made the fire and by the time its lit neteyam reckons hes gathered enough , he thinks its been long enough seperated meters away from you but he js wants your presence

"throw some in nete , not to much" you smile up at him before watching as the glowing green buds spark in the orange heat , he watchesthe way the fire reflects in your __ eyes , the smoke isnt enough to distract him it just makes him want to focus on you more , just you

"it looks..cool. now what happens?" his honest confusion humors you, "come sit"

10 MINUTES IS HOW LONG IT TAKES FOR THE AREA TO FILL WITH THE FOG BEFORE YOU TWO CRAWL OUT FOR BETTER AIR

he cant tell if his laugh is louder in his head or if its just him , are you quiet ? or can you also see that bug on the tip of that leaf ?

hes def feeling it and its honestly amazing.

while yous r tripping you js keep telling eachother stories that you arent even sure are your own memories or not

you get anxieties when he goes quiet, you hear his harsh breaths from right beside you , his tail drags along yours and when you turn his way , its js immediate intense eye contact, this guy is tripping hard out.

"are you okay ?" you ask him, the worried look in your eyes js makes him fold, he moves a piece of your braided hair out of your face , tilting his head abit

staring into eachothers eyes while high js catches you both in a trance, to him your eyes glow in the different shades of the vibrant colours running around you both. the yellow coat of his irises could taint your view of all the different colours that surround pandora , there would be nothing as bright or as gorgeous as his eyes when the colour melts with yours.

"i want to kiss you" the statement is barely heard over the loud songs that the trees around you hum out , your curt nod has his hand holdinh the side of your head bringing you closer to him the other gently folding into yourown hand

the kiss is sloppy, full of feelings and passion, when you lean in and his arm moves to pull you closer, neither of you can get enough of the touch, you pull away for air but to him he js needs to feel you , suddenly your presence isnt enough like this is so rude to him js merge skins with him already- but hes gentle widit

he'll pull you closer while you both breathe heavily and he'll gently rub his hands up nd down ur back. hes never done this before, felt this before but a look into your eyes and the worry of being uncomfortable js disappears.

hands resting on either side of his face, you on his lap and his arms around your waist, both of you high as fuck

"lets go ride our ikran to ayram alusìng (floating mountains)"

youd race eachother there and suddenly you both feel like youre quieter than you really are, the day is soon and flying your ikran together feels like a dream, your body tingles as the air rushes over you body , you can both feel your smiles with your whole faces , atp you dont even bother tryna to be quiet when you return , neteyam is just a mess at this point and you wonder how he'll be able to continue his training today

unfortunately for you when you return to your tent your brother sits in front of the balazing fire, waiting for who knows how long

"tsmuke (sister) where were you ?"

is the first thing he askes you, he doesnt even ask if ur alright bro

"no where" "who were you with." "eylan (a friend) "how many? " "awpo (one individual)" "eve? evan? (girl? boy?)" "tute (a person)" "tupe. (who.)"

his voice is stern , the reflection of the fire in his eyes intimidate you , when he turns to look at you , you end up feeling cornered

"neteyam"

youre grounded from seeing him for until tsu'tey says so , you beg him to not tell toruk makto and he feels bad , the look his little sister gives him makes him feel like the worst person in the world so even though its unlike him to do so , he gives in and promises not to say anything

it wont matter in about a week though because the sky people are on hunt for the sullys , you wouldnt be able to see him for a while and it scares you

- end

ending is shit bc i kinda rushed the ending but it took longer than expected to write this , part 3 is coming

somewhat proofread

lmk what you think

[gettinshiggywithit]

!Dating Sukuna HeadCanons!

Scenario:-what would it be like to date ryumen sukuna?

Pairing:-sukuna x gn!reader{shell}

Genre:-fluff

Type:-headcanons

A/N:-i hopy you like this @shelly-stark-official! I tried:’)

Okay

SO

Sukuna is a little shit

But its fine cos so are you~

Honestly the fact that the kINg oF cUrSeS fell in love with your devious and scheming self was not a surprise

Especially not to yuuji(poor fella had to share all of sukunas thoughts abt you and while u and itadori were besties.sukuna wasnt um...thinkin of you in a um platonic way)

(Like at all)

So when buddy boi finally asked you out

And although it felt weird um datin someone who shared the same body as your best friend,you got used to it and yuuji learned not to be so awkward abt it too...

And the moment he suggested you play a (borderline sadistic) prank in yuuji,you paused for a sec before agreeing~

And the moment he suggested you play a (borderline sadistic) prank in yuuji,you paused for a sec before agreeing~

(You knew youd be able to use your quirk if something rly badd happened to him)

And lemme tell you ‘kuna fell even deeper in love~

Sometime you and him and yuuji go out for lunch and while yuuji is the one in control,sukuna opens up those lil mouths on yuujis palms and under his eye to talk to you.

You feed him fries and yuuji hates that the grease is getting on his face😭(ples apologise to our best boi 😔)

So many ppl were like legitimately scared of sukuna but to you he was just a little shit and honestly? I think yall’d be cutee together (i wanna be the ring bear! 🐻)

(I think ur dates would include LOTS of scheming but also bitchin,cos this man has THOUSANDS of yeaes worth of tea to spill and hearin abt ancient gossip is still funny as shit🙈)

Now a little on the powercouple dynamic~

I think that while yall would tease and joking insult eachother,if anyone else tried dishing out jabs in your respective directions the other wouldnt stand for it

Like if someone ELSE calls u idiotic,theyre begging for mercy in a second

And if anyone calls sukuna something insulting,you’re basically walkingg them upto deaths door urself

And if You ever mention how this means he cares abt you,he will in fact go into denial and completely invalidate your opinion on the subject

Furthermore if anyone ever speaks badly of the two of you as a couple (i.e. gossiping and such) yall would just completely ignore them

Like who cares if a barely succeeding apprentice sorcerer doesnt approve of your relationship?????

Yh thats right,no one!

And just to piss em off further,i think hed suddenly initiate a particularl Passionate kiss in front of the gossiper.

Suffice to say that shut em up,for better or worse

I dont really think sukuna would ever fully open up to anyone,not even his s/o.but every so often you do catch glimpses of who he is deep down.its usually blink-and-you-miss-it moments but youve caught some

He doesnt really carw about how open you are either but i think itd make him feel special if you are morw open and vulnerable with him.again,he rly doesn’t give a fuck but it just makes him feel a certain way,y’know?

please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but these stories? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

Comments & Reblogs w/ tags >>>>>>>>>>>likes please

Taglist open for anyone interested!

[yourbpdgf]

liquid courage

?

it was a cold, rainy evening when you decided nagito needed to loosen up.

you were worried for your boyfriend seeing as he was more self deprecating than normal, so whats better than drinking a little alcohol? you grabbed a bottle of expensive wine and called nagito down. when he saw you with the bottle as he was descending the stairs he immediately began bombarding you with concern,

"y/n? whatre you doing with that?? are you okay?? there are better ways to relieve stress than drinking! is it my fault???? have i been-"

"nagito, darling, please sit down with me. you havent done anything at all, if anything im concerned for you. youve been degrading yourself more than normal, so i wanted us to calm down together with a bottle of wine. if thats okay with you of course." you reassured him and cleared his negative thoughts.

if youve learned anything about nagito its that you have to be clear about your intentions with everything or hed assume the worst. he made one last at attempt at his deprecation before you completely shut him down,

"oh i would love too! but... are you sure? its an expen-"

"yes nagito, i am sure, now would you sit with me? i have the glasses ready, and id love for you to join me."

nagito nodded and came to sit with you even though he was a still a little unsure. of course hed love to have a drink with someone as beautiful as you! thats obvious, but does he deserve it? nagito being self deprecating happened at times but it happened less when he was you, so why was there a spike in his behavior in your presence?

well maybe its because he heard some whispers about how you deserved someone hotter, someone in your league, not someone like nagito.

maybe its because he heard your friends talking about the two of you behind your backs, talking about how your settling for way less than you deserve.

maybe its because-

"darling, hello? you havent even sipped from your glass yet, and you seem in your own head. penny for your thoughts?" you inquire.

he seems out of it, extremely so. you hope hes okay.

"y/n," he takes a sip from his glass, "can i," another sip, "ask you something?" he ends his sentence with a swig of his wine.

"of course, ask me anything your heart desires."

with a big sigh he asks, "why are you with me?" nagito takes another large swig with a deep breath.

all you do is giggle while nagito stares at you confused, "a myriad of reasons, my dear. if you so wish i could name a few for you."

"could you?" he asks.

"i love how nice you are to everyone," you sigh, "except you cant seem to extend that same kindness to yourself, i love you regardless though. i love your eyes, i love your hair, i love how you are always trying to extend hope to others, i love-"

"i love, hic, those too!"

your eyes widen as you see a drunk nagito looking over at you. his sudden confidence is a welcome change though and you decide to test it,

"oh really? what else do you love about yourself nagito?"

"weeellll i really, hic, like me because, hic, i have you! you help me a, hic, loootttt yknow?" he continues his ramble, "i couldnt believe, hic, it when i got someone like you. i actually, hic, thought it was some type of joke or, hic, dream! but i knew someone as perfect as you wouldnt do that to me, so my, hic, confidence began to rise. b...but when i heard some people talking about us i started to, hic, lose it."

your brows were furrowed, how dare someone make your beloved nagito feel that way? "who was it, darling? you can tell me <3." you persuaded.

"its okay love, i can handle it! i love you and since you love me i have to be worth something. they didnt hurt my feelings :D!" nagito said this all bubbly and himbo like.

this was a completely new side to him youve never seen, and youd be lying if you said you didnt like it, "as long as your okay nagito... though i do think thats enough alcohol for now. you seem to have had enough."

"noooo, hic, yyyyy/nnnn!" when your met with a pouting nagito its hard to say no, but you hold your ground.

nagito eventually ended up falling asleep on you and you on him. you were sure to have good dreams tonight, and in the morning?

oh, you had stories to tell sober nagito.

?

everything???

[gh-0st-y]

LETS GO BABY ANOTHER FIC YIPPEE

— Top Of Our School

summary : you and riddle have always been at eachothers neck, aiming to have a higher score than the other in any test. but when a project worth 60% of your grade shows up and you and riddle are paired together, you have to put your hatred aside.

cw : nothin much, swearing, gn!reader

a/n : riddle x reader academic rivals to lovers is the best trope, change my mind - theres also a change from 1st person to 2nd randomly so

riddle was annoying. acting like he knows whats right and whats wrong, all high and mighty with his crown and scepter, collaring anyone who dare disobey. what a prick.

every time we had a test, i could see his stupid face, how his lips were practically stuck in a smug way, then he would look at me with that smug look. fucking bastard. i always gave him a tight lipped smile.

we'd been at eachothers neck for seven knows how long - one test hes above my mark and the next ive beaten him by a mark or two. back and forth like a swing. i despise him.

i hate him with his big pretty grey eyes that stare at my mark with a hateful look, knowing ive beaten him once again. i hate his perfect lips that quirk into a smile when he sees ive lost. i hate the way his eyebrows furrow everytime hes lost. i hate his guts.

"alright. you have a project due in four weeks. you must work in pairs, which i have chosen for this," crewel spoke as he began to pair people together. you could only hope youd be paired with someone good.

"riddle and..[name]." crewels voice rang through your ears, and you stopped breathing. what? riddle? that must be a mistake, theres no way.

after the lesson finished, you walked up to crewel, an angelic smile on your face to persuade, "crewel, sir - is there any chance i could swap partners? im not sure me and..riddle will work together very well," you asked as politely as you could muster in this situation.

"sorry pup, but i cant. even still, you two have the highest grades - what makes you think you wont work well together?" way to crush a persons hope

"well, sir - we just dont..communicate very well." you chuckled nervously, clenching your teeth together.

"well this project is worth 60% of your grade so..you best start learning to communicate better." crewel chuckled. you could feel your pride shatter.

walking out of the classroom, you groaned. until a voice spoke

"so we're paired together." riddles annoying obnoxious voice spoke up.

"WHY ARE-" you breathed, "why are you here?!"

"because we need to work together. let us head to the library." he walked off, and you stood there, eye twitching. the next two weeks were going to be hell.

or thats what you thought. but after two weeks, it wasnt as bad as you thought. though hes ever so headstrong about the million and one rules up his ass, its surprisingly not as hard to talk to him.

"–that is it for today. we will continue this tomorrow, as per usual." riddle stood up from his seat in ramshackle, gathering all of his belongings.

"wait, why do you always have to end it at-" you looked at the time on your phone, reading 4:00, "- four?"

"because rule—"

"oh my seven, stop with the rules for once," you groanes, standing up. riddle looked shocked, staring at your figure

"pardon? what did you say?" he spoke, his eyes blown with anger.

"i said stop with the rules for once. take a break or something, or stay here and get more of this project done," you walked over to him, trapping him against the wall, looking down at him. you moved your face closer to his, using you hand to holding chin, almost studying him. you could feel riddles face heat up beneath your fingers, and his breath hitching as your lips came scarily close.

chuckling, you stepped back, "or dont. you can leave, i dont care," you shrugged, tidying up your stuff.

"w-well–..i suppose i can stay a bit..longer," riddles voice spoke shakily. you turned back around to face him, raising a brow at his sudden change of decision. but instead of looking at your eyes, he looked between your lips and the floor.

"eyes up here, rids." you pointed to your eyes, watching how his face exploded in red

"i-i know-!"

he was cut off with your lips against his, "you seemed so enthralled by me, i thought id let you have a taste."

riddle felt like he was going to faint, no words escaping him. but he wasnt mad, infact, he was very happy.

maybe being paired together was fate.

a/n : grinning like the cheshire cat ASF 😝😝😝

[dollotron]

i called you a dollar store Dahmer because you talk about necrophilia and cannibalism but as soon as someone with similar interests wants to talk to you, you get all fucking weird about it

if you didnt want me to insult your art then you shouldnt have insulted my writing ? which i wrote for you because i like you. because i wanted to talk to someone with similar interests.

but you and your followers just call me cringe for being mentally ill. well im so happy for all of you that you dont have a "cringey" mental illness like mine. so happy for you.

and i really dont care what normal people think of me. i know thats hard to comprehend. but normal people are so hateful toward anyone different all the time its hard to know what is a valid criticism and what is just people being mad that someone not normal is existing...so i just ignore what all people think of me now

i love my long messages im a wordsmith and a cringelord (better than an edgelord if you ask me)

i really was giving you a chance because you seemed kinda cool. genuinely i wonder what it must be like to have everyone love you and approve of you and to have people actually take an interest in you, that must be nice. no, i dont say that for you to feel bad for me or to say friends are bad. rather, i just hope you know how lucky you are to have so many people who want to spend time with you and defend you...who want to talk to you. it really is nice and i am happy for you. thats not sarcasm. im really jealous of that. and thats all i wanted was someone to talk to

i told you that youd hate me and i was right. and i dont hold it against you. i knew on some level that it would turn out like that

and thats the bottom line, i think: you would never have wanted to talk to me because you already have so many other people around you who love you that you can talk to and relate to

now that i think of it this way youre right. it was stupid to think anyone (especially one who is so popular) could care about someone like me

but thanks for giving me the time that you did. im sorry that i have stolen it forever and it can never be returned. i will treasure it, even if to you its absolutely nothing or a bad memory. call me whatever you want, its fine. i know im broken. i didnt need you or your followers to tell me

imagine: even the necrophile cannibals think im fucking problematic and cringe. oh man what level does that put me on. oh yeah: IN THE MUD!! lol i love that you said that about me idk it sounds nice

anyway. whatever. it was worth a shot to maybe have some fun and not be so lonely that i feel like im gonna lose my mind but okay

enjoy making fun of this note too everyone

wishing all actual weirdos a very pleasant evening <3

and i still like you as a person, Lon.

again. imagine. if i hated everyone who hated me. what a world that would be

but i will fuck off ......at least until i start to spiral again and then it will be everyones problem lol

No one likes you because you're annoying and rude not because we're all secretly faking having paraphilia or ganging up on youre mental illness os different than ours. You're the one coming in here, comparing who's better and who's worse, and who's really struggling with mental illness and who's not. I don't care what's wrong with you, but you're taking it all out on me and I'm more than tired of it. I don't know you. You could have come into my dms and actually started a conversation with me to get to know me, but instead you're just trolling me.

[imminent-danger-came]

hi! im the anon that left a really long ask about misogyny in the lmk fandom lol (İ dont have a response completely written yet, while İ do have more to talk about on the subject İ feel like a lot of it might come off as repetitive, also my ask draft is like twice as long as the first ask LOL) but ive seen you talk about about thinking about watching revolutionary girl utena on here and if you havent watched it yet id really reccomend watching it! it has a lot of the same themes as lmk (and utdr which is also something ive seen you talk about! (btw id like to hear your thoughts on utdr if you want to talk about it on here!)) so i think youd like it if you watched it! İm going to try to be vauge abt themes and topics discussed in rgu for the sake of spoilers (also i dont want to present the idea that theres a "correct interpretation" of utena because i feel like thats reductive to the narrative the show presents), but i do want to say that if you do decide to watch it you should really take a look at its trigger warnings. utena as a show does go into some very dark topics and themes and has a laundry list of content warnings that İ dont think is worth skipping . İ think it handles them well for a 90's tv show but İ think it should be mentioned regardless. i also think that something that you should know before going into it is just how much it relies on a symbolic narrative in the sense that if you arent interested in analyzing it then you probably wont get as much from the show just because of how surreal it is, İ dont think this makes rgu a worse story at all (in fact İ think it makes it better because i lets it take into account different audience interpretations and opens the room up for a lot of different analysis) BUT its something id keep in mind before watching the show lol (also i think that if you watch rgu and you like it, another thing you'd probably like is omniscent readers viewpoint! im not great at summarizing things so im not going to go too in depth on it, theres a good summary on tumblr by the user ot3 that İ think is good. my personal take on it from where İ am in the novel is that its basically like if you put lmk and utdr into a blender and then made that into a novel... (theres also a webtoon adaptation but imo its kind of bad bad)) anyway İ hope you havent watched rgu already or else this ask will be really embarassing lol.

tldr: lesbian swordfight anime is Cool and you should watch it it totally wont change you as a person ahah a

No I totally haven't watched rgu yet! I just reblog some of the stuff I see for future me who has

I totally want to though (the content warnings aren't anything that squick me), it seems interesting and you know I love me some symbolism and a meta-narrative that wants you to engage with it on a higher level. And also lesbians

[sol1loqu1st]

hi btw i wanted to apologize for some asks i sent earlier this week i saw youd been talking about your mental health and i kinda sent some stuff i was hoping would help but i was also highkey lowkey not ntierly in a good mental state either. i wasnt trying to be dismissive or a jerk, i was just kind of hoping it might help you not see yourself as, if not the best person alive then atleast not the worst person alive. without me going like 'the world is rainbows and happiness' but instead like atleast lessening the hurt when you feel bad about yourself cus youre really not the worst person alive and i know shits hard but youre not so bad that you need to die and i know from experience that being like 'no dont kill yourself youre loved we love you' dont always help at all and idk. i was hoping itd help like. its possible to have parts of yourself you hate and still be seen as worthy and loved by other people and by yourself. i think maybe i came off as dismissive or invalidating or just a jerk tho, i wasnt trying to do that tho and im sorry about that i hope things work out for you and you stay safe and your life improves and you stop feeling like death is a better answer than being alive and stuff

hey anon, i appreciate the apology, but i just want to clarify that (after reading the messages in a slightly better headspace) you actually didn't come off that way at all. i never responded because i didn't know how to. i was so distressed in the moment that all the replies i could think of in the moment were pretty unpleasant themselves -- dismissive "actually you don't know anything and here's an itemized list of why you're wrong" type mockeries that my brain is VERY good at concocting and then pretending are "logical" when i'm in the headspace i was in, and i ultimately decided didn't want to make someone feel bad just for trying to help ya know?

that being said, i genuinely appreciate it. sometimes being told flat-out (and i'm paraphrasing here lol) "actually you're wrong and life is worth living even if it sucks, you're not evil you're just some guy, stop threatening to kill yourself and figure out what you're going to do to live" is like, exactly what i need to hear. it just didn't end up helping me in the moment and that's not, like, your fault?

anyway idk i don't have like, a good conclusion or whatever but i just want you to know i genuinely appreciate it and i'm like. slowly coming out of the like. suicidal levels of depression ig? and next on my list once i get all of the random shitty emergency stuff thats been piling up sorted out is finding a decent therapist lol

[trannyctophiliac]

How He Celebrates His First Christmas With You

Game: Tears of Themis Characters: Artem, Luke, Marius, and Vyn

its the christmas time... YK WHAT THAT MEANS AAHAHHAHAHA

warnings: none, just fluff for the holidays

hes a whore for domestic christmases. making gingerbread cookies, decorating the house, music echoing the halls of his house, playing in the snow- it just makes it better with you here.

artem would introduce you to his customs, hoping to not bore you with the details. if anything, you were just intrigued by how everything went like a planner.

there's always a smile on his face no doubt about it. he gets so giddy having you there with him he has to go in the bathroom to take a minute to calm down.

on the morning of christmas day, when he stirs awake to see your sleeping figure, your breathing soft and slow. he pressed an almost hesitant kiss to your forehead, which you lazily opened your eyes softly.

" merry christmas lovely, i feel like i've gotten all my presents already seeing you. "

activities galore. im talking snow angels. sledding. making snowmen. hot chocolate while watching polar express. the whole shabang, you two are doing.

luke's hopping into different activities, its hard to keep up but the adrenaline rush make it all the more worth it. you two just wanted to have fun after all.

brunette's ecstatic. he's so happy having you experience his type of christmases. how action packed they were and how it just made his memories better.

after unwrapping presents, you two would cuddle up with your breakfast and hot coffee, watching yet another christmas movie. he just can't help to stare at how lucky and blessed he was.

" mmmm.. merry christmas honeyy.. best present i could of ever ask for.. "

an expensive little shit, especially since you're spending christmas with him. you'd go downtown, exclusive christmas plays, holiday parties, your treat. literally your treat.

everyday of december, you two are out doing something. anything for that matter. as you're not used to it, its still enjoyable nonetheless and you feel like a queen to his king. how ironic.

he, on the other hand, wants to spoil you like his life depends on it. he loves the smile that dances on your face when the actors moved so elegantly like silk fans.

while seeing you shake him softly with big puppy like eyes on christmas day, he pulls you back in bed and showers you in kisses.

" well merry christmas to you too baby.. is this my first present of the day? "

i feel like it's more of him following your traditions, he doesn't celebrate very lively as everyone else. maybe some decorations in his office and thats about it.

youd take him downtown, where all the lights shimmered and shined like a mystical fairytale, in which you two were the main characters. all the music would echo through the air, its a classic favorite by many.

vyn enjoys the scenery, don't get him mistaken, but he enjoys you a whole lot more. he's watching how your eyes light up from the big tree that glistened with rainbow lights in the middle of it all.

he wasn't a morning person, but when he woke up and saw you cooking breakfast in the kitchen while waiting for him, he might as have all the energy in the world.

" merry christmas dove, seems like ive already gotten my first present. "

[shigarakisslutbag]

I-I don’t even have a choking kink but I would like to request reader choking shigaraki or telling him to choke himself ( what have I done to myself 😀) and also is it ok if the reader was a top and shiggy was a bottom??

Welcome to the cult my friend.

AHEM

Listen up mother fuckers

Shiggy was MADE to be topped

And have a sweet mommy domme who also fucks his brains out

Our dear tomu LOVES being told what to do

Being the leader of an entire league of villains is... well it's a pain in his ass

*he* tells everyone what to do *he* makes the decisions and *he * calls the shots

Except in the bedroom

He doesn't love a lot of things, but you? You're his escape

He loves when you take care of him and I can give a whole list of sfw (which I am, I do have a request for that lol) but I'm gonna feed you guys with nsfw tonight

Now

He absolutely LOVES to be choked. Whether you're sneaking up behind him, on top of him milking his cock for all its worth, or simply teasing him

He loves your nails going up and down his throat before your fingers wrap around his throat like a snake suffocating it's prey

But tonight you decide to switch things up a little

Seeing pretty biys like him getting hurt is so much fun, its even better when he does it to himself

Especially if he enjoys it, thats the real fun

You and tomura are probably shilling out on his bed, you sprawled out on top of him, with his arms wrapped around you, holding you like a security plushy

"Tomura... will you do mommy a favor"

Hearing you speak in that sweet sultry voice lf yours, refering to yourself as his mommy, already has the poor boy hardened beneath you .

"Yes mommy", is all he says, waiting and anticipating your next demand.

"Choke yourself." Hes quite taken aback, but doesnt show it. He wants to question you, but he knows better than to do that. Besides, the logical voice in his head just wants to please you in any way he can. He just wants to make his mommy happy . You dont even give him enough time to move his hand before you grab his wrist with your gentle fingers and guide them up to his throat, positioning them to wrap his hand around it.

"Now add pressure for me, sweetheart." He's throbbing so much, that hes sure hes already leaking pre-cum. This is such an odd request but it turns him on greatly . He quickly adds pressure as asked and he starts to whimper.

"Aww, atta boy. Whimper for mommy like the slut in heat i know you are . I can feel you poking my thigh. Does this get you off? The choking? Or me telling your dumb little self what to do ? What would you even do if i wasnt here? You probably wouldnt even know how to properly fuck yourself now would you? Thats why im here. Because mommy knows best, and she knows your body better than you ever will."

He feels so euphoric, the more pressure he adds . Your words are like a drug to him, slowly seeping into his veins and making the blood rush straight to his cock. He wants- no- needs more . He'd do anything to have more of your delicate touch. And as if you were reading his mind while he was distracted, youd already sprung his cock free from his boxers .

"Keep your hands right where they are, and let mommy have her fun"

(Im SO sorry i havent been writimg that much lol. Ive just had a weird past couple of months. But i hope you guys enjoy this! Making tomura choke himself is just 🥵🥴 . I actually had fun writing this. Probably because its more in my element lol . Requests are still open y'all! It just might be a while before i get to them! But they are open:) love yall<3)

[ohheyitsokay]

Hi!! Soulmate AU where each person has the first words that their soulmate says to them tattooed on their arm (w/ Ezra please!!) I like to think that there would be so many words on the reader that they would take up half of their forearm (& if you REALLY wanna make it sad, Ezra's tattoo was on the arm that got cut off).

YO I'm so honored you asked for Ezra, people are very torn on how I write him so thank you!

Note: i posted this before it was finished so it's a bit messier than intended. 🤦🏽‍♀️ hope you still enjoy!

warnings: mentions of canon-violence and trauma, gn reader :)

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soulmate requests / follower celebration

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Of all the things in this beautiful, dangerous world, there were few things that Ezra held as dear as words.

Legends were as good as gold in the Green if you were a treasure hunter, and there was no legend more alluring than that of soulmates.

It had become a currency in it's own right, when the words started appearing across the galaxy. The wicked traded stolen pictures of the wealthy's arms, bartering for information. Tradespeople became consultants - springing predictions from their years on interacting with anyone worth knowing, teaching vocal patterns and local dialects and daily habits for shiny rocks and stollen credits.

And when the time was right, when a soulmate was secured, effervescent as they were drawn into the light, the evil would snatch them from their would-be loves.

Ezra was sure that it was more than a legend - even as a lowly harvester he knew the truth.

Because people covered their arms with layers and layers and shifting eyes. Because little words has begun to appear on his arm, before cruel, cruel Mistress Fate stole them from him.

It sounds so much better when you say it

Those were the words Ezra lost.

Those little, still unsolidified words branded themself in his mind, the spit on his arm as precious as life itself.

Losing his arm felt like losing you. He felt light, so incredibly light that it seemed likely someday he would simply float away. Had it not been for his dear Cee, her eerie halo of hair making her glow with hope, he would have crumbled with despair.

But then, she was gone, too. He sent her away, to seek her fortunes, to rid herself of a bitter, bad-luck man, spouting words he knew she'd ignore so she would leave him to either away.

After all, he was quite sure his chance at finding his soulmate decayed with the flesh of his missing arm.

Until he saw you.

You, a diety smudged with grease and dirt, you. Fixing up a ship, your boss promising him an acceptable deal. You, with books and manuals piled neatly at your side, amidst the tools and dirty rags.

You, with a shirt with impracticality flowing sleeves, shrouding your skin like those of the heavens.

He couldnt help himself.

The moment your boss took his money and dipped away, seeking another customer, ezra went to you, footsteps feeling heavy in a wonderful way. Like his very feet had a reason to stand on solid ground, for the first time in a long time.

"My dear mechanic, I simply saw you and could not help but gander over and observe. For you in your workclothss still out shine-" you looked up at him, eyes wide and almost gleaming, and he stuttered before continuing, "I just mean to say, beautiful, are you," you watched him, rapt, and he could not stop himself. The words poured forth, almost desperately as he tried to convert how truly stunning a sight yoh were to behold.

There was so much he wanted to say, needed to say, need to tell you. Feeling like he was freefalling, faster and faster the words poured forth, terror that youd be taken away like every beautiful thing had always been.

And then, your lips soft and gentle, opened. He was choking on his sentence, almost gasping for air as he thought not to ruin this for himself, again.

To let you speak.

And speak you did.

"They sound so much better when you say them." His precious words found him again.

And then you smiled, and oh what a smile. He would have been distracted by it, content to bask in the fact that he caused it, but you were moving. Up and up, that angel sleeve was pushed, until he saw scrawls of words, over each inch of your soft skin.

His words.

"My dear, I-" he wanted to explain, apologize somehow, but-

"Shh, soulmate," you declared. "I have the rest of my life to listen to your words." He shushed, waiting, cherishing those as much as the first.

You rose and kissed him on the cheek.

And his desperation melted like snow in spring.

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@fangirl-316 @scribbledghost @writeforfandoms @beautyagegoodnesssize @princess76179 @mrsbentallmadge @pbeatriz @saradika @zinzinina

[gettinshiggywithit]

izueli-deactivated20221211 asked:

Jay!!! Can you do a izuku version of the one you did with kiri with a artistic reader? 😭

Izuku x artist!reader? Okay lets try this!

!Izuku x Artist!Reader!

Scenario:- izuku with an s/o who is artistic!

Pairing:- izuku midoriya x gn!reader

Type:- headcannons

Hmm i think he’d really observe you a lot

Like while ur drawing hed sit and watch you silently

Not in like a creepy way ofc

But he wants to improve his own art skills so he’s falling back onto his ‘observe and learn’ tactic(like how he did with learning about pros!)

I feel like hed slowly be taking notes too

But if you ever say its distracting hed sorta just get flustered,apologize and then leave

I mean we all know how he can ramble when he gets lost in thought and while that isss adorable it can be kinda annoying,especially when you’re trying to concentrate 😅

He’d watch tutorial videos and attempt to make his own art style just so he doesnt have to bother you for help

Bby doesnt wanna be a burden(he isnt and bestie youd better tell him he isn’t ☺️🔪)

He definitely tells you that you should make a tutorial based you tube channel

Hypes you up and tells you that you’d DEFINITELY get millions of views because you’re just that amazing 😌(and yes,yes you are!)

Art afternoons are your go-to dates where you just spend time together bein silly and making stuff!

All the pieces that came of these sessions are all over ur apartment too🥰

It really makes ur place feel like,well, your place

If anyone ever even tries to say ur job isn’t really a job hed hit those karens with a detroit smash’s worth of facts (did that pun land?😭)on how hard bein an artist really is

I mean bestie is just spittin statistics and complete facts and even like ur personal stats

Like how many hours a day you create and shit

Like honestly even i dont know how he remembers or even WHY he counted but i guess he’s just good with numbers 😅🤷🏻‍♀️

Needless to say all the haters get the point and most of em tip veryyy generously when they do commission you for a piece

He definitely brags about you to his other pro hero collegues too!

Like goin on and on abt ur creative genius and how cool your stuff is

Even on like press tours this man is hyping you up!

(Slayy bestie slayyy)

And needless to say the next day ur inbox and dms are full of commission requests and official offers to design logos and merch and honestly to create ANYTHING for a whole bunch of upcoming pros too!

But if you ever feel burned out or like creating is just getting too tedious and chore-like;and when you just really need a break

Hed be the FIRST person to tell you to take a step back and recouperate(i just KNOW I misspelled that😩)

And if you ever chastise yourself for “not creating enough” or “not pushing yourself further” he’d get mad serious and tell you that overwhelming yourself isnt the answer and that you taking a (much needed) break is more than okay

He knows all too well what overwhelming yourself and having too many expectations and goals can do so he doesnt want you to push yourself past the point of no return

Oh and if You ever need fresh ideas

Hes your go-to guy

He always manages to inspire you and you honestly love that about him 🥰

WE STAN THIS BOI AND HIS PERFECTNESS ISTGGG

You go bestie!!! Slayy!!!!

Tagging:- @izueli

please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the mha characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but this story? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

Comments & Reblogs w/ tags >>>>>>>>>>>likes please

[suddencolds]

different anon here but omg im so happy you made a kaeya/albedo drabble.. could you write up a pt 2 where kaeya catches his cold? doesnt have to be long, anything would do if youd be so kind

😭 anon... please, have mercy. Reversed roles are my absolute ~weakness~, so just this once, I am here to deliver a fic that I didn’t spend like 300 years writing. (Thanks for the excuse to write these two!!)

[part 1] 

—

A few days pass before he sees Kaeya again.

Albedo is only at the headquarters to ask Lisa if she has any books on the medicinal uses of Liyue specialties. The meeting is a coincidence, all things considered. Kaeya is leading a group of Knights—new recruits, Albedo thinks, because he’s pretty sure those are new faces—back into the main hall.

“Captain,” one of the recruits is saying. “I’m sorry about today. I’ll do better next time.”

“Struggling with training?” Kaeya asks. “I hope you weren’t hurt.”

“I wasn’t. I just… I should have been able to dodge. Back up in Starfell Valley, when that hilichurl fired. It wasn’t hidden or anything, but I didn’t notice.”

Kaeya shakes his head. “It’s a lot to think about, right? That’s one of the tricky things about fighting with a close-range weapon. It’s not a bad thing to pay attention to whomever you’re clashing swords with. Just don’t forget to keep an eye out for enemies that are further out.”

“Got it,” the recruit says, solemn.

“Your swordsmanship has improved, though.” Kaeya adds, “I can tell you practiced. The new sword suits you.”

The recruit brightens visibly. “Thanks a lot, Captain.”

It’s not surprising, really—Kaeya has a strange talent for saying the right thing at the right time. He’s patient, too, and good at strategizing; all things considered, Albedo can’t think of someone more qualified to be training the Knights.

But Albedo isn’t here to watch. It just looks like their group is about to adjourn, and he figures he should really thank Kaeya for his help a few days ago—Kaeya is a fast learner, and an even better conversation partner. Had it not been for him, Albedo knows he would’ve been up on Dragonspine for much longer.

Currently, Kaeya is turning to address the entire group. He still hasn’t noticed Albedo’s presence, it seems.

“Great work today,” He says, then launches into a speech about strategy. It’s not a notable incident—or, it shouldn’t be—except the more he talks, the more Albedo can tell how tired he is. It’s subtle. It’s Kaeya—of course it’s subtle. But his posture looks deceptively casual—really, it looks like it’s taking all of his energy to keep himself presentable—and mid-speech, he’s actually stifling a yawn. His voice sounds slightly off, too, perhaps from overuse.

They’re all busy, Albedo knows. But he feels guilty nonetheless. He knows it had been Kaeya’s decision to help him, but still—perhaps it hadn’t been the best choice, seeing how much he still has to do.

“Captain Kaeya,” one of the other recruits interjects, after Kaeya finishes his speech. Most of the other Knights have already started to leave. “If you are free later, could I stay late to train with you today?”

And Kaeya—

—Kaeya, for some reason, hesitates. He shuts his eyes for just a second, as if he’s at war with himself, before he opens them again. This time, his smile is a little less effortless, a little more strained. “Of course. I need to get some paperwork filled out first, but I’ll meet you after.”

“Alright, thanks! I’ll wait for you outside?”

“Sure. I won’t be long.”

The recruit—oblivious to the fact that something’s wrong—turns to head towards the exit. Kaeya sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, his eyebrows furrowed. He really looks exhausted.

Albedo wants to call out to him. He’ll say thanks, and then he’ll get out of Kaeya’s way. But then Kaeya starts off towards Jean’s office—to pick up paperwork, presumably—and stops halfway down the hall, tensing, one hand hovering over his face—

“hiiH… hiiH’ESSCH’ew!”

It sounds… rough, and tired, as if he’s been doing that all day. He sniffles, shivering, and continues walking, and Albedo knows.

He feels bad immediately. Kaeya had been kind enough to help out—of course he had, he’s selfless like that—even though he must have been busy. Meanwhile, Albedo hadn’t thought to tell him to sit further away, hadn’t been careful enough about not touching what he’d touched, hadn’t stepped away when Kaeya had insisted on walking back with him, hadn’t protested when Kaeya had lent him his scarf for the walk back through Dragonspine’s freezing weather…

...All things considered, this is most certainly Albedo’s fault.

—

“I got it, Jean,” Kaeya says, taking the pile of paperwork from her desk.

“Take it easy,” she says. “You should go straight home after this.”

Kaeya smiles tiredly at her. “Oh? I thought you didn’t want me slacking off. I can do more today, really.”

Jean rolls her eyes. “You look like you’re about to fall asleep standing. Please, for the love of Barbatos, get some rest.”

Kaeya can’t say he feels very differently than Jean says he looks. Still, even if Jean won’t ask him to stick around, the new recruits will—he likes them, but they’re still new to combat, which makes things harder on him. In between scouting domains, looking out for the younger knights, and trying to cover for the mistakes they make, perhaps he’s pushed himself just a bit.

“It’s just a cold,” he says, turning as far away from her as possible to cough into his elbow. “No one’s ever taken off work for a cold.”

“For now it is,” Jean says. “I don’t want it to turn into something worse because you won’t rest.”

“It won’t. It’s just paperwork, right? I could do that in my sleep.” And one-on-one training with a recruit. And after that, another meeting with the Knights, and a domain East of here to scout out on his own, but Jean can find out about that later when she’s reading his reports.

It’s very unfortunate that he has to sneeze.

He takes another step away from her, lifting his hand to cover.

“hiIH’EESCH’-ew!” he winces. The sneeze is loud, and it sounds almost as miserable as he feels, which means it feels far too transparent. “Hiih… hIIH… snf… hiiih’IiDDZScsh’ew! hIIIH’EZSCHh’-iu! ugh… snf…”

“Bless you,” Jean says, sighing as she passes him the tissue box on her desk. He takes a generous handful of them and before handing it back. “You sound awful.”

Kaeya laughs, pocketing the tissues. “You never fail to flatter me, Acting Grandmaster.”

“Forgive me for being worried,” Jean says flatly. “At least tell me you’ll take care of yourself.” “Of course. When do I not?”

She gives him a significant look, which is fair.

He takes the chance to leave her office. His head hurts, more than it would if he’d just had a bit too much to drink, and it’s the kind of headache that he knows is going to get much, much worse if he doesn’t take it easy. Maybe if he rushes, he can get the paperwork done before then.

The recruit he’d spoken to is waiting for him outside, he recalls. He rubs his nose, shivering, and heads for the door.

Someone is waiting for him, but it’s not the person he expects.

Kaeya musters the energy to smile. “Albedo! Did you need something?” He probably shouldn’t be taking on additional responsibilities after Jean’s already told him to take him easy, but then again, this is Albedo—whatever he needs, it must be  worth staying late for.

“I just happened to be stopping by,” Albedo starts. “I, err, wanted to ask Lisa about my research.”

“I take it that you didn’t find what you needed?”

“I did.” “Is that so?” Kaeya says, faltering—if that’s the case, he’s not sure why Albedo is still here. “Were you waiting for me, then?”

It’s supposed to be a joke, except Albedo hesitates, and Kaeya feels bad for suggesting it.

“Actually, I was,” Albedo says, which is a surprise.

Kaeya’s breath has gone unsteady again, and he rubs his nose, sniffling. Albedo, who seems not to have noticed, keeps talking.

“I wanted to tell you—”

Kaeya doesn’t want to interrupt, but colds tend to make his sneezes so jarringly unavoidable. He turns away, lifting up a hand to shield his face. “Hiiih… hiih’EESCHh’ew!” He gasps, and with a muffled sniffle, presses his hand closer to his face. “HIIH… hiiIH’IIZSCHH-uu! hIIIH’NGKT-Sshew! snf…!”

—His shoulders untense as he finally lowers his hand, fishing through his pocket for tissues. How embarrassing, he thinks, blowing his nose as softly as he can. He doesn’t exactly want to look over to Albedo to see the expression on his face—disgust, probably, or worse, pity—

“I’m sorry,” Albedo says instead.

Kaeya’s glance snaps upwards in surprise. “What?” “I was hoping you wouldn’t catch this,” he frowns, looking away. “I wasn’t careful enough. I did not intend for you to feel miserable because of me.”

What is that supposed to mean? “This isn’t because of you.”

“Captain,” Albedo starts, completely serious. “Whose cold do you think you have?”

Kaeya blinks. It’s true—he’s probably caught this from Albedo, given that he can’t think of anyone else who’s been sick lately—but that doesn’t mean that Albedo should feel guilty over it. “Colds spread. It happens, it’s not your fault.”

“I should have been more careful,” Albedo shakes his head dejectedly. “Or perhaps I should not have accepted your help at all when you offered to stay. I knew you must have had a lot of work. It was selfish of me.”

“I told you, I wanted to help,” Kaeya insists.

Albedo sighs. “You are selfless to the extent that it is detrimental sometimes.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I sent the recruit home, by the way. Really, you couldn’t have told him to wait a couple days?”

“He asked for my help.” Kaeya holds a hand up, veering away again. “I wasn’t going to deny him just because of… a… hiIH… c-cold… HIIih’EESSCHh’ew! HIIIH’GKTt!-shew!” His head throbs in protest, and he sniffles, tilting his head upwards, a fresh tissue in hand, in ticklish anticipation. “hiIIH… hiIIH’IIIZZSCH’ew!”

It takes everything in him not to slump against the wall.

“Bless you,” Albedo says. “You sound—”

“—awful?” He lowers the tissue with a laugh. “I know. Jean informed me.”

“I was going to say tired,” Albedo says, shifting forward to feel Kaeya’s forehead. His hand shifts to Kaeya’s cheek, studying him with a look of such intense concentration, Kaeya tries not to smile. “I don’t think you have a fever, but you’re warm. Allow me to walk you home?”

As enticing as the offer sounds, he shouldn’t. Everyone else is working hard—he knows if he does less work than usual, it will be Jean and Amber picking up the slack, which is the last thing he wants. “I still have lots to do.”

“It can wait until you’re well. The Knights will survive if you take a day off.” Albedo drops his hand, but he’s still looking at Kaeya with the same intensity. “I will talk to Jean, if it’s an issue.”

“Please don’t talk to Jean,” Kaeya says sheepishly. He’s sure she wouldn’t exactly be thrilled to find out about his plans to stay and work late.

Albedo raises an eyebrow. “Will you listen to me, then?”

Maybe it’s not such a bad idea, after all—he can head home, sleep this headache away, and come back in the evening. “Well,” he starts. “If… hiIIH… hiiIH’ESSCH’ew! snf-! If you insist…”

“I do.”

“...I guess I could head home early.”

It’s worth it, for the way Albedo smiles softly in response. He looks... relieved, Kaeya realizes, which is strange, too—he hadn’t expected Albedo to be so worried about him.

Kaeya starts off in the direction of his house. It’s not a long walk from the headquarters—certainly closer than the manor was, back when he’d lived there. Admittedly, it’s lonelier sometimes, living on his own.

Unexpectedly, Albedo follows him.

“You’re really walking me back,” Kaeya says, slightly disbelieving.

“Yes,” Albedo says. “Would you prefer if I didn’t?”

“It’s nice.” Kaeya sniffles, stifling a cough into a raised hand. “I hope you’re not just doing this because you feel bad about this.”

Albedo hums. “I’m not. I am quite free this afternoon, thanks to your help. I do feel bad, though.”

“Doing alchemy with you was the most exciting part of my week,” Kaeya says honestly, flashing him a grin. “I’d say it was worth catching a cold over.”

Albedo stares back at him. Then he smiles back, so brightly that Kaeya feels warmer, just looking at him. “You could come visit more often, then. I enjoy having company if it’s you.”