#and thank you for the question fish!!!!!! im sorry it took me so long to get to urs

[chainsawgvtsfvck]

For your writing request: Maybe Charlie, being a nerdy dude, and probably good in school, tutoring his crush (either bc the teacher suggested it or the crush asked him), but he is totally distracted and stuttering during the lesson. I dunno I am high right now and confident to write you and not shy atm, but this scenario just popped up in my head. If it's too boring or hard to write, feel free to ignore it. :')

I’m so sorry this took so long!!

Warnings: a lil drug use (weed), unprotected sex, (Charlie’s) loss of virginity. MDNI!

“So, uhm, you got most of these answers wrong…” Charlie said, cringing at the practice test he’d written for her.

She cupped her face in her hands and groaned in embarrassment.

“Im such an idiot.” She whimpered, words muffled by her hands. Charlie couldn’t help but notice how the motion squished her tits together and he tried desperately not to blush.

“N-no! You’re not an idiot. Tons of people suck at math.” He attempted.

“Gee, thanks Charlie.” She said, parting her fingers to glare at him with her pretty eyes. So pretty.

Fuck, he’d just put his foot in his mouth again hadn’t he?

“I’m sorry, that wasn’t what I meant-“

“Forget it.” She cut him off, stomping to her bed and flopping across it face-down, “I’m failing, there’s no hope for me.”

Her ass looked so nice like this, cupped by those tight little yoga pants. Charlie wanted to reach out and grab it with both hands. He felt himself begin to stiffen behind the unforgiving denim of his jeans. He almost didn’t notice when she spoke.

“Huh- what?” He asked, snapping out of his increasingly dirty daydreams.

“I said, do you want to smoke?” She fished under her bed for a moment before pulling out a pre-rolled joint and a lighter. She looked over her shoulder at him, catching his big blue eyes focusing on her rear end before snapping to the joint nervously. She bit her lip. Good.

“Don’t look so nervous, Charlie. I’m not a cop.” She snorted, resting the joint between her pretty glossed lips and flicking the lighter until it caught.

“I-I’ve never…uh, done that before.” He admitted sheepishly, looking down at his hands.

She smiled, “Awh, you’re so innocent. You don’t have to if you don’t want to. It’s nice, though. Might help you relax.”

He didn’t have to think twice. He wanted to be closer to her, he didn’t much care how.

“No, I do want to. Let’s smoke.” He insisted.

She beamed at him, “I’m so excited you’re letting me pop your cherry - come sit next to me.” She patted the bed next to her.

He settled in, relishing the warmth of their thighs pressing together. She passed him the joint.

“Now, inhale nice and deep - there we go, good boy.” She purred.

Charlie began to choke on the thick, earthy smoke almost immediately. She giggled at him before plucking the joint from his fingers and taking a hit of her own.

Once he caught his breath, Charlie sighed deeply and allowed himself to enjoy the buzzy feeling. He leaned back, relaxing into her pillows and watching her as she stubbed the joint out and leaned back next to him. His eyes traced the curve of her hips and thighs and his fingers ached to reach out and wrap around them.

“How do you feel?” She asked, and god her lips are so pretty. He stared at them as they curved into a mischievous smile.

“Charlie? I asked you a question.”

“Hm? Oh - I feel…nice. I feel good.” His eyes remained fixed on her lips.

“Do you wanna kiss me, Charlie?” She asked, leaning in close until their noses nearly touched.

“Yes please.” He breathed, and their lips were pressed together and her manicured fingers were curling into the soft fabric of his shirt.

He groaned as her tongue found its way between his lips. She tasted sweet, minty, and a little earthy like the smoke. He couldn’t believe such a gorgeous girl was giving him the time of day, let alone shoving her tongue down his throat.

“I was so excited when you asked me to tutor you, I couldn’t believe it.” He panted.

“Why d’you think I asked you to anyway?” She giggled against his lips, “I don’t give a fuck about math - I was just dying to get my hands on you.” She climbed on top of him, straddling his lap and grinding down ever so slightly on the growing tent in his pants.

Charlie moaned into her mouth, unable to stop himself from pressing his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips to pull them down further onto his aching cock.

“Can I - can I fuck you? Please?” He whined, “I’ve never done it before, but I promise I can make it good for you -“ The end of his sentence was lost in another hot kiss and his brain threatened to turn off altogether when he felt her beginning to undo his pants. She made quick work of them and sat back to allow his dick to spring free.

Holy fuck, Walker…” Her pretty face flushed as she took in the sight of his thick cock, “you’re telling me I’m the first girl to have the privilege of riding this thing?”

She was practically salivating as she reached down to wrap her fingers around it. She gave it a few pumps, basking in the sweet little sounds Charlie made. He couldn’t believe the sight of her pretty manicured nails wrapped around his cock. His head lulled back in pleasure.

“Does that feel good?” She purred, “can’t believe you’ve been hiding this thing from me, Walker.”

“I-if you keep going I’m gonna cum…I really wanna fuck you, please…” he whimpered helplessly. She complied, letting go of his throbbing cock to peel her tiny t-shirt off, letting her tits bounce free.

She placed her hands over his and guided them to her breasts, letting out quiet little gasps when he began to pinch and tug on her nipples.

“Lay on your back, I wanna take your pants off.” Charlie said, nudging her off his lap.

“Yes, sir.” She teased, climbing off of him and settling back on her pillows like a princess on her throne, tits on display without a flicker of shame or shyness.

He swallowed hard, reaching first for his own shirt and discarding it on the floor before hooking his fingers in her waistband to peel her pants off. Her tiny little thong left little to the imagination and his mouth hung open, almost unable to believe that this girl was all spread out in front of him. So pretty, and his for the taking.

“Your turn to lay back, Charlie.” She said, spreading her fingers on his chest and pushing him to rest on his back again, “There’s no way I’m letting you do all the work for your very first time.”

She crawled over him, tugging her panties to the side and rubbing her bare pussy on his weeping cock a few times. Charlie gasped and whimpered like a whiny puppy at the contact, his hips twitching desperately.

She positioned the fat head of his cock at her entrance.

“You ready, Walker?” She asked, looking up at him through her lashes.

In response, he pushed inside her. He couldn’t wait anymore, the feel of her warm wetness just teasing the head of his cock was too much.

“Ooooooh Charlie, fuck.” She sighed at the stretch of this fucking nerd’s massive cock. “That’s so good, baby.”

“God, you’re so fucking perfect.” Charlie whined, “can’t believe i have you bouncing on my dick right now. F-feels like a dream.”

She rolled her hips down harder onto him, crying out when the head of his cock pressed up against her g-spot.

“Ooh fuck, just like that.” She panted, “if I’d have known you were packing like this, I’d have been begging you for dick every day.”

“I’ll give it to you every day, baby - fuck. You take it so good, so pretty.” Charlie had her by the hips again, slamming into her while she writhed and squealed on top of him.

“I’m gonna cum,” he whined, “where do you want me to - oh.” He felt her pussy clench down around him even harder.

“Fucking cum inside me, Charlie - please.” She gasped, leaning back enough to give Charlie a full view of her pretty little pussy stretched around his cock, and that was all it took. He was gripping her hips for dear life and cumming harder than he thought possible.

She kept rocking on him, making sure to milk every last drop out of him before easing herself off of his cock and collapsing on the bed next to him.

Charlie stared at the ceiling, breath hitching, unable to fully grasp what exactly had just happened.

She smiled at him, still so beautiful even all disheveled. He leaned forward and kissed her again, as if to make sure she was really there.

“You wanna keep being my tutor, then?” She asked teasingly, and he grinned against her lips.

[aonungyoufuck]

Runaway {pt 2}

Parts: One , Three

Synopsis: Small Family moment with your Brothers. Ao’nung confesses why he stayed. Ao’nung hissing at his mom 

“Sister. I bring you my hunt today” Lo’ak said barging in as if you hadn’t been asleep. 

Groaning, you rubbed your head as you sat up. “Eywa, Lo’ak you could have at least made noise just so i wake up normally”

“Sorry” 

You could see Neteyam come up behind him and smacked him. 

“You’ll be happy to know Everything is well in the family. Cant say Lo’ak hasn’t gotten into a few scuffles here and there however”

“ I have not!”

“Of course he did”

Neteyam nodded. He had always been able to confide with you as you two both had the same responsibility to look after your youngers. “I am guilty of it too tho. Had to make sure this Skxawng didn't get lost as sea as well” 

“Translation: He wanted to have fun” Lo’ak Said slicing the fish he had Brought to you

You could only roll your eyes as you took a bit of the fruit that had been left there. 

“I heard Ronal isn’t at all too pleased to know Ao’nung stayed here last night” Neteyam said

“HE STAYED HERE? AT NIGHT? WITH YOU?”

“Oh please I was asleep. Apparently the fool slept sitting” you spoke watching Lo’ak prepare your food. Luckily enough he was getting better and better. Perhaps your mother taught him a thing or two. “However, I am going to ask Ronal if she could Teach me. Not train me per say but hopefully something so i can repay her kindness. I mean once this baby is born its really just Tsireya. I would like to help her, you know?” 

“Hmm Maybe. If Ronal would allow you such” Neteyam said Splitting the food to you three. 

“Where’s The rest of the family?”

“Mom is preparing some food for Kiri and Tuk. I think Dad’s still Out with Tonowari? I dont know for what really tho so i cant really say” Neteyam spoke handing you bits and pieces of the fish and fruit.

It made you smile, and roll your eyes. You weren’t a child but it was nice of him to know he still cared for you as such. Even tho you werent at all that much younger than him. 

“I see” You nodded as you continued to eat. You should give Lo’ak credit for the meat being prepared well. 

“Its nice all of us. Eating like this” 

“Yeah cause we don't eat” You spoke feeling a hard slap to your side. “LO’AK?”

“You know what i mean okay”

“Lo’ak do not hurt our sister. Cant you see she is on her deathbed” 

“You both are the worst you know? It would be you dead if i hadn’t stepped in you know?” 

It was just this for a while. You didnt count the seconds that passed. You just basked in it. But soon they had to leave. You bid them farewell and to tell the rest of the family to enjoy their night. As you sat there. Waiting. And it hadn’t been long till you heard the jostling of beads at the door. 

“You may come in” 

To no one's surprise but maybe Ao’nung himself. He stepped in. “Mother brought this” he spoke, handing you the bowl of very still Wet Algae along with some roots that had been boiled alongside it. “Its suppose to help with any internal pain you may feel"

“Thank you” If it was bitter tasting well you didnt have to let him know. “ i heard you got one nasty cramp on your back since you stayed here last night”

“Well you heard wrong”

“Ao’nung. I saw you” You said giggling a bit to see his ears flatten. 

“Alright well what do you want me to do? You were basically giving me your last words last night. Cant exactly sleep knowing id be blamed for leaving you alone”  He said moving the mess your brother’s didnt exactly clean up. 

“Im sorry i left you on such a bad note” You apologized. Drinking the last bit of the bland broth and chewing on the roots. 

“Man. Your Brothers suck at cleaning you know?” 

“They tried their best” You could only chew harder. The question is harboring in your mind “may i ask you something?”

“You already did.  But go on” Ao’nung sat in front of you. 

“Do you think, I could ask your mother to teach me some stuff? Not Tsahik training or anything of that sort. But just to help her when your sibling is born?”

“I mean i dont think she’ll like it all too much. But she's a reasonable woman. So i know she'll teach you if you ask” Ao’nung took your fruit bowl from you and began eating “But you are the most Reasonable from your siblings too. Given you haven’t gotten into fights and you have learned our ways faster than your siblings. Well aside your sister” 

“ i guess you’re right, Maybe i did more good in not joining in on kicking your ass”

“Pff. You think you can beat me?”

“In anything Fish lips”

Ao’nung couldn't help but laugh. Making you smile as you watched. 

“I think this is the first time i heard you laugh like that. Its nice” you smiled at him looking at the floor as you felt your hair fall down. 

“Was the way i laughed before ugly or something?”

“Way to ruin the moment” you laughed a little rubbing your temple. “I meant in a sense where you aren't laughing out of mocking someone y'know?”

“Oh”

“Yeah oh” You Were getting tired. The food and the pain numbing as you laid down. “Now if you may. You better get going before your mother gets mad for you staying here again” you didn’t wait for a respond. Not that you could hold the sleep coming to you

But Ao’nung didnt move. His spear now at his side as he sat between your sleeping form and the only entrance to this place. He didn't know why. But something in him told him to just protect you while you were in this vulnerable state. 

He thought himself crazy. Why was he so persistent on caring for you? Why did he agree with his mother? Why wasn’t he bothered? But seeing you just lay there made him think. Made him fall back on seeing your body heave and wheeze with the pain of having an open wound. You were nearly dead. You almost died. It did not only affect Tsireya but himself too. 

He just kept watch grip tightening when he heard the faintest of noise. Tail laying atop of you making sure you kept breathing. Letting out a low hiss when he saw the curtain open. But quickly dropping his ears. 

“Ao’nung! Its time you head home” His mother spoke. Stern and cold. Looking down at you as you didnt stir. 

“But”

“No, I will not argue this. You are to go home and she will be sleeping here tonight alone. You can see her again tomorrow evening. I dont know why you want to but you can then. For now go home and head to bed” She ordered leaving no room to argue. 

She watched as he bit back his tongue. Standing up spear in hand as he walked out. Ronal only turned to look at you. Placing the wet paste on top of the sheer wraps around you. “ I dont get what this boy sees in protecting you. You are safe and alive. It should be enough” She muttered out. 

“Nete..yam” 

She looked at you. Your worried expression trembled as your hand shook and moved slightly, reaching out. She could only sigh in exhaustion. ‘Soon’ she thought as she had to think. She would rather swallow her pride than let Neytiri help her as she had offered for helping her children. But realistically what other option was there, she thought. 

“Hush now. You are well as is he” she could only whisper as if to ease your worried mind. Eywa had saved you, and that should be enough.

[arcsin27]

Reviewing all the stories in junji ito maniac because I can, fuck you :)

The strange hikizuri siblings - uhh okay. Not scary nothing even happened. Okay a guy was a jealous simp, little kids are just like that, some guy threw up bread dough ig, then a ghost stared at everyone for a while and dipped the end

The story of the mysterious tunnel - Jesus Christ that was pretty spooky what the hell. Lost my marbles when he assumed the drop was water, and the kid in the ceiling fucked me up with her voice (dub) and screams

Ice cream bus - im never eating ice cream again. Jokingly compared the driver to William afton fnaf in the beginning but he was somehow worse. The dad pushing the kid away jumpscared me, then horrified me, and I needed a break from the show

Hanging balloon - so absurd it was kinda funny. The nonlinear storytelling added a bit if spook as I slowly realized who was at the window but idk the concept was just funny to me. Also I was so happy someone finally showed up to a horror plot strapped until I saw the result. Sorry random Chad with a crossbow, wish you coulda helped…

Four x four walls - thought something horrific would happen outside and he wouldn’t hear it but it didn’t, thought soichi was famous for being scary but he wasnt, I think this was like a comic relief in episode form. No spook, kinda funny

The sandman’s lair - *laughs nervously* what the fuck. No clue what happened, why would you tape yourselves like that, let me see his dream form damnit, the nature of humanity is we reinvent homestuck etc

Intruder - these kids are based tbh. Balls of steel, don’t blame the redhead, just move on with their lives

Long hair in the attic - also based, i had wondered where her head had gone but i shoulda known by the title, that grinding sound pissed me off tho

Mold - thank. God. It was in black and white. I choose to believe its dust. Also idc about culture or taboo if your floor is coated in inches of ropes and pools of mold just wear your damn shoes. Jesus Christ

Library vision - this one felt like it was calling out all of my anxieties about losing the things and memories precious to me. Also 10/10 Sean chiplock that final recital of hell of thorns was incredible and spooky. Also what the fuck was the ending

Tomb town - im never driving again. Also just call the cops surely you get a reduced sentence for actually reporting the crime. Other than that not scary lol

Layers of terror - im never picking my skin again. god ALMIGHTY why did i bear witness to this. Fuck that mom bro she sucks. I was thinking about how the proportions of human anatomy change as you age and how a toddler with such short limbs and a thick torso could fit inside an adult but uh… then they answered my question. And then it got worse. Funnily enough the 2yo looked like a monster id design

The thing that drifted ashore - was this supposed to be scary…? Oh boy they turned into fish people and promptly fucked off good for them ig

Tomie • photo - wow what bitches lmfao. Idk why she has a face growing out of her scalp hut I didn’t need to see the removal process. Or how botched the removal process was. Based that the photographer just fuckin moved on. “Damnit the blood ruined my pictures :/“ incredible.

Unendurable labyrinth - probably woulda been scarier if they were lost for longer but to me it looked like they took five steps, found the brother, seven steps, “aaaah we’re lost,” two steps, “theyre looking at me!” then suddenly the mummies have eyes, fade to black. Cool

The bully - I was sooo ready for retribution, then I got reconciliation and got even happier, then it turned into child abuse and I wanted to kill a bitch

Alley - pfft idk if its based that she killed those kids or not but it was extra based that they got revenge on her lmao shoulda brought a ladder bro

Headless statue - Jesus fuck that’s gross. Stop it. Also smash the statues again it worked brilliantly earlier. Or maybe jump out a window idk

Whispering woman - mega based. The nervous girl gains support and confidence, the attendant is freed from her abusive friend, the abusive friend gets violently killed, its just wins all around

Soichi’s beloved pet - once again a comic relief episode but tbh it was pretty funny, soichi was a lot less hateable this time too!

[tonberry-yoda]

hoping this finally works before matchups close!!! had to rewrite it like 3 times lmao. Hopefully this is enough info

I’m a musician - first chair violinist! I love classical and jazz, but i also LOVE LOVE LOVE metal and punk music. My type is hard to explain kinda i think??? Twink or large 💀. Instrument players too!!! Love watching them perform all serious and into the groove.

I’m a very touchy person. I like being able to hold onto people, it grounds me and reminds me that i’m there. I really want a chaotic relationship. We tease each other, get into play fights. Sweet moments of course, but not ALL the time. There’s gotta be a level, y’know?

I’m a big nerd! Planing on majoring in Marine Biology so i need someone to listen to me when the fish make me go crazy. I compose my own pieces centered around ocean awareness and am generally a very outward person. Got questions? Ask me! And if I don’t know, i’ll ask my coworkers at the aquarium!

Really, i just need someone to keep up with me being really energetic and playful all the time, but also listen to my ocean ramblings :P

Thank you so much!

notes - hey, hey !!! sorry this took so long dude, i have been BUSY, but I'm happy that im getting back into a little bit of fanfic writing :) i hope you enjoy this lil matchup <3

THE CHARACTER I CHOSE FOR YOU IS...

HOBIE

YALL WOULD TOTALLY GET ALONG !!

literally the perfect music man for you

he would just sit beside you and practice playing his guitar because he knows that you love it

he would adore playing music with you, even if your instrument clashes a bit with his

it would be killer music i think

yall would be such a goofy cute couple and he teases you so much. like always trying to get on your nerves, but not to the point of being an asshole. he's just that perfect level of goofy that you need

AND HE WOULD BE SUCH A GOOD LISTENER DUDEEEEE

ramble to him all day and he will remember word for word what you told him all while listening with a little smile on his face

he thinks youre the most interesting person in the world and loves to hear you ramble

you two would actually be so perfect for each other it's not even funny <3

[poptod]

Taste of the Rich (Ahkmenrah x Reader)

Description: Ahkmenrah feeds you fruit. That’s it.

Notes: ive written so many long serious fics about ahk i think im just tired. heres me having a giant crush on him and having nowhere to put that love. WC: 1.8k

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It started out so innocent.

You'd been called to the Prince's chambers––nothing new at all, considering you had already been there a number of times to complete menial duties. Most of the time you cleaned his room, prepared incense, or carried bowls of fresh blue lotus flowers to lay at his bedside. As such you hauled your cleaning tools up the steps, wondering if you were to clean the whole of his room by yourself. A daunting task, but not impossible.

This, however, was not what you were expecting.

Unlike the other times, the Prince was inside, waiting for you. Usually you only saw him once you were done, at which point he thanked you as you quickly left the room. Now he was sitting on his bed, his legs crossed neatly, a soft smile on his face as the door creaked open.

"Iiti im hotep," he said, lifting his chin ever so slightly. A polite smile tugged at his dark lips.

"Good afternoon, my Prince," you said quietly, hesitant to meet his eye.

Instead, you set your tools in a far corner, and got to sweeping up the piles of sand and dust that naturally accumulated within the palace. For the next couple minutes, you ignored how his eyes trailed wherever you went, and stuck to yourself.

You barely noticed that the door opened until it shut behind the leaving feet of another servant. With that tiny noise you looked up, and realized Ahkmen had been left with a large platter of fruit. You watched, unable to look away, as he tested one of the grapes.

Once he swallowed, his gaze turned to you.

"How long have you been working here?" He asked, and the sound made you realize you'd been staring motionless at him.

"Um.. since I was 14," you answered quietly.

"Hm." He looked to the plate, took another grape, and turned back to you, his brow knotted curiously. "What do you think of it?"

"Uhh..."

"Don't be afraid to be critical," he said, moving to lay down with his hands entwined behind his head. "I'm only curious. Won't tell anyone." He winked. "Promise."

"I do not.. have much to say," you said with a weak chuckle as you resumed sweeping. "I am told what to do, and if I do it well, I am given food and beer for my family. There isn't much to it."

"Do you not get tired of bread?" He asked, his eyes narrowing. "It's all you're given, isn't it?"

"My brother and father catch fish in the Nile, and my mother picks the fallen figs of the city's trees. She, uh, she bakes them in the sun, and it makes them sweet. I do not have... bad food. I'm happy with what I have now. It is better from what I had as a child."

He paused to contemplate his words, gently chewing at his lips. You wandered to imagine what he was thinking about––what questions he would continue to ask, what things he wouldn't understand under the virtue of his fortunes as a Prince. After all, in your experience, rich people simply didn't understand the lives of those beneath them.

"How did you come upon this job, then?"

Ah, yes. In Egypt the child always trained under the job of their parent when they grew up. Not so much, in your case; your father was never a servant in the palace.

"My father was a soldier for the Hyksos. When he was captured, he was, uh, enslaved. The Pharaoh made him a soldier for Egypt. After that, he um... he was given a job here, as servant in the palace, but I took his place. He cannot work good anymore."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Is he doing alright? Is he happy?"

"Yes," you said, and this time you couldn't stop a chuckle from warming your cheeks. "Yes, my brother and I keep him fed."

What an odd question for a Prince, you thought.

He hummed again and nodded. You returned to cleaning, organizing his scrolls and papyrus, and his palette of water-stained colors.

"I want to send you home with a gift," he said suddenly.

Your shuffling stopped just as abruptly, leaving the room heavied with silence.

"Uh.. thank you, my Prince," you said, slow and hesitant. "But m - may I ask why?"

"Hm?" He raised his brows like he hadn't heard you. "Oh, oh no reason really. I just know you've done your share of chores for me, and I think it is good to share what one has. Especially with one as obedient as yourself."

You bit down a nervous laugh.

"Come here," he commanded.

Without hesitation, you moved to stand before him.

"Sit down."

You did as he asked. He called you obedient, after all. You didn't want to disappoint him.

He sat up, scanning your features for a good minute, with an eye that scrutinized each of your micro-expressions. When he reached for you, it took everything not to flinch away.

His thumb ran down your jawline, then gently gripped your chin and forced you to face him.

"You are quite beautiful, too," he said quietly. As though he hadn't noticed you before.

"Thank you, my Prince," you said, your voice verging between mouthing and a whisper.

"Of course." He smiled. "Now open up."

You nearly spluttered. You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but the moment you did, his thumb hooked into your jaw, silencing you as he pulled you forward towards him.

He kept his thumb where it was as he turned, plucking a grape from the vine before turning back to you and placing it in your mouth.

It was smooth and cool on your tongue. Once he removed his thumb you bit down, allowing a sweet taste to fill your senses. You chewed slowly, testing the flavor with a sense of appreciation. You'd never had grapes before. As your eyes flickered up to him from the floor, you found him staring at you, gauging your reaction.

"What do you think?" He asked, a smile tugging at his lips.

"It's very good," you admitted. "There is more... taste, than I thought."

"Very good."

He reached for the plate again, and returned with a fruit you'd never seen before. It was red, with a thick crown where it grew from a branch, and fit well into his hand. When he cracked it open, thin lines of white flesh separated a multitude of blood red seeds. He must've noticed your eyes bulging, because he laughed, throwing his head back.

"It's a pomegranate. Have you never seen one before?" He asked through his chuckles.

"I've never eaten a grape before, sir," you pointed out.

"Right, right. I forget sometimes. It's from your land, actually, it's called a pomegranate. Imported specially from the Hyksos for the palace. You won't see it outside these walls."

"How do you... eat it?"

"Quite simple. Just..." he peeled a length of seeds away from the fruit, "bite in."

The taste of this one was sharper––stronger, deeper, and plunged into your senses in a way not dissimilar to its' vibrant color. When you swallowed, he asked again for your opinion, which you gave quietly.

"It is good. It.. is how I think wine would taste," you said rather decisively, which seemed to amuse the Prince.

"You've never had wine, either?" He asked, but this time there was less astonishment in his voice, and instead he was politely inquisitive.

"Uh... no," you answered slowly.

"Mm."

He stood, leaving you on his bed as you stared, your eyes trailing after him as he poked his head into the hallway, catching the attention of the nearest servant. He said something to them––something you couldn't quite make out––and soon returned to sit by your side.

"I'll warn you that wine doesn't actually taste like pomegranates, at least not to me. You'll soon make that decision for yourself. In the meantime," he gripped your chin gently, "close your eyes."

You did.

His thumb rested on your lower lip, and when it dug in you allowed him to open up your mouth, till the pad of his thumb rested on your teeth and tongue. This time, a dried, wrinkled fruit was placed in your mouth, and you decided quickly that it tasted very similar to dates, if it wasn't a date at all.

"Now there's two ways of eating these, that was the dried one. Here's a fresh one. It's a little different. Keep your eyes closed, darling."

A 'little' different was an understatement. Instead of the soft, honey-like flesh surrounded by a thin layer of dry skin, this one was crisp and more juicy than the previous.

"What was that?" You asked when you finished.

"Jujube berries." He leaned back and smiled. "Do you like them?"

"Yes, it's very good."

His eyes narrowed.

"Now you're not just saying this to make me happy, are you?" He asked, tilting his head curiously.

A grin grew across his face when your eyes widened and you tried to stammer out some sort of answer. Fortunately, he took mercy on you, and laughed away your nervousness.

"Don't worry yourself. But I don't mind if you don't like them, you can tell me if you don't. This is a gift for you, after all."

He continued to feed you a variety of fruits, ranging from the cherries of the Persea tree and pears that grew from desert cacti. Then, when he ran out of new fruit for you to try, he continued to feed you what you deemed your favorites. Pomegranate seeds––though covered in sweet flesh––were bitter when crushed. Fresh jujube berries were tough on your teeth. Mimusops were light and fruity, and the soft flesh was easy to chew, so he was happy to feed you those along with the grapes you first had.

You did find it strange, however, that he wouldn't hand them to you. Each of the fruits came from his hand, and his alone. Not that you would complain. You could never do that in his presence.

By the end of it you were left with a woven basket of reeds, refilled at Ahkmen's beck and call to the servant who returned with a clay bottle of wine. Long, branching vines of grapes and ripe pomegranates encircled dates and mimusops like a wreath. The bottle, kept shut with a thick cork, had a rounded bottom that couldn't stand on its' own, as well as a thin neck flanked by handles carved into with grape leaves.

"I hope you and your family enjoys these," the Prince said quietly, arranging the fruits on the platter in your hands.

"I'm certain they will," you said, staring up at him. "Thank you, my Prince."

He chuckled, and a warm smile met your eyes.

"No need to thank me." He reached up, stroking the crease of your lips with his thumb, and removing the red stains of pomegranates. "Come back for more if you'd like, as well. You're always welcome in my chambers."

[starryevermore]

Idk if your still up for a Matt Murdock request. I did see it on my dash and I have no clue when you posted it 😅 but maybe just domestic fluff after coming back from a mission and just …fluff? Idk if you’ve done that already or similar but yh. Sorry if there’s another post saying you aren’t taking Matt Murdock or Foggy requests anymore. Hope you’re doing well though!

baby murdock ✧ matt murdock

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request: Idk if your still up for a Matt Murdock request. I did see it on my dash and I have no clue when you posted it 😅 but maybe just domestic fluff after coming back from a mission and just …fluff? Idk if you’ve done that already or similar but yh. Sorry if there’s another post saying you aren’t taking Matt Murdock or Foggy requests anymore. Hope you’re doing well though! - anon

pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader

word count: 926

warnings?: fluff, pregnancy announcement, not proofrad

note: thank you so much for sending this request in!! im doing well, and i hope you are too! 

The rustling around the apartment woke you up. You let out a yawn, stretching your limbs out, forcing your tired eyelids open to see your beloved husband, Matt, stumble in from a long night of crime fighting. Matt was usually quiet when he came in, but tonight he was a little heavier on his feet, uncharacteristically bumbling around as he searched for the first aid kit. You watched him for a moment, waiting for him to acknowledge that you were awake, before you realized he was a little too out of it. You pushed yourself off the couch, walking his way. 

Matt’s head snapped in your direction, a frown on his face. “I told you, you don’t have to wait up every night for me. You deserve your rest.”

“If it makes you feel better, I did fall asleep.”

“On the couch?” Matt questioned. “That’s hardly a good place for you to sleep. We have a nice, big bed for a reason. You should use it.”

“It feels too big without you in it, honey.” You bent down, fishing the first aid kit out of the bottom cabinet and set it on the kitchen counter. “C’mon, lemme patch you up.”

Matt took a seat on one of the nearby stools, his eyes fluttering shut as you applied the disinfectant to his wounds, letting out a quiet hiss at the stinging contact. You set the disinfectant down and took the Neosporin, squeezing some out onto the tip of your finger, rubbing it on the cuts, before applying a bandaid. As you finished up, he asked, “Why did you wait up for me?”

“I had news for you,” you said. “I was gonna tell you as soon as I found out, but I wanted to see your reaction when I told you.”

His brows furrowed together. “So, it’s something good then?”

“Very, very good,” you said, unable to stop the smile from spreading on your face. “If this was a movie or something, I’d grab your hand and put it on my belly, but that feels a bit ridiculous since you wouldn’t be able to feel anything.”

Matt’s jaw dropped, his eyes widening. Then, the shock quickly melted into joy, that giant ear-to-ear grin taking over his entire face. He nearly fell off the stool as he started to get up. You reached out, letting him tug you into his strong arms, squeezing you so tight you thought you might pop. “We’re having a baby? You’re having my baby?” he whispered. 

“Just found out this afternoon. It was one of those at-home pregnancy tests, so we should still go to the doctor and get one of their fancy tests to make sure it’s not a false positive or something, but…yeah, we’re having a baby!”

“We need to start baby-proofing the apartment! The baby’ll be here soon, and things get busy, and that’s really, really important. Especially the kitchen, can’t have our baby getting into anything dangerous,” Matt babbled. “We need to get a crib, too. Oh, where should we put that? We should start putting together a baby registry, too, for the baby shower. Who should we invite to that? And—”

You cut him off, pressing your lips to his. He let out a quiet noise, before leaning into the kiss. Then, you pulled away, laughing under your breath. “I haven’t seen you this frazzled since you proposed to me.”

“That’s not true. I was just as frazzled at the wedding!”

“And then Foggy got you drunk and you climbed on a table and started belting the chorus to Can You Feel the Love Tonight.”

“The Lion King is a classic!”

“I don’t question that,” you laughed. “What I am questioning is why that’s the song you chose to sing in front of all of our friends when everyone already knew we’d be having sex for the next week while on our honeymoon.”

Matt’s face tinted pink, ducking his face down to hide in the crook of your neck. “Shh, you shouldn’t say that word in front of our baby. They can probably hear you.”

“What, hear me say the word sex? The baby doesn’t even have ears until, like, the twelfth week or something!”  You shook your head, another laugh escaping you. “Can you believe it? We’re finally gonna become parents.”

“I can hardly wrap my mind around it. And—oh, shit. We need to call Foggy,” Matt mumbled, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. “He said he’d give me the cold shoulder for the rest of my life if I didn’t call him the second I knew he was gonna be an uncle.”

You snorted, shaking your head, carding your fingers through his hair. “He does know he’s not technically an uncle, right?”

“He knows he’ll be the godfather and that’s good enough for him.”

“What if I said Frank or Luke get to be the godfather?”

“I think we’d get to see Foggy try and fight them, and I don’t wanna see the poor guy lose like that,” Matt said. 

“Fine, your best friend can be the godfather,” you laughed, pressing a kiss to the top of Matt’s head. “But I get to pick the godmother.”

“We both know it’ll be Karen.”

“Shh! That was supposed to be a surprise!”

And, for the rest of the night, you and Matt (and Foggy, too, on the phone) talked about Baby Murdock and what the future would hold, and you couldn’t wait for all of it to come true. 

[machihunnicutt]

⭐️!!!!! :0!!!!

HEY THANKS! sorry this took a while, I'm gonna rant about BJ & cigarettes under the cut...

One of baby it's you's main conflicts/themes (to me) is the conscious choice to cast off unhealthy coping mechanisms/self-destructive behavior...choosing/creating your own happiness, moving forward and all that! BJ smokes cigarettes through most of both sides now. When he's in precarious mental/emotional situations, he picks unhealthy ways to cope (in MASH: violent anger/breaking things, gambling, excessive drinking, displacing his feelings onto others - usually Hawk).

I wanted to make this struggle clear, and have a way to refer to it visually in baby it's you. And also for BJ's relationship to cigarettes as the fic opens to be indicative of how he's changed in the time since the end of both sides now (where he quits smoking at the end!) From baby it's you chapter 2:

BJ lay alone on the couch. He’d fallen asleep with his neck at an odd angle and now it was stiff. He missed Hawkeye’s weight and warmth immediately. He stared at the ceiling and listened to Hawkeye talk to Trapper. He heard Hawkeye’s rolling, lovely laugh and murmurings of excitement. Evidently, he was Hawk’s best man.  BJ felt lonely again, even though he wasn’t alone. He wanted a cigarette. He dug his fingernails into his palms instead and waited for Hawkeye’s uneven footsteps, coming back to him. 

Even in this brief moment, he's choosing not to fall back into his smoking habit. He's choosing Hawkeye (who's always wanted him to quit) instead. We see the trigger for the bad coping mechanism (Trapper as Hawk's best man) and then see him struggle to choose how to cope. Does he have faith in Hawk's love/commitment/loyalty? or is he going to let his insecurities win?

And Erin's aware of this! It's another thing they have in common (she shares his anger/his tendencies to close off or run when he's upset/his anxiety). She associates his quitting with Hawkeye. She can see how her dads make each other better/happier/more confident. In chapter 3:

Erin had been glad when Dad quit smoking. It was a compulsion, she understood. Erin picked at her cuticles until they bled, which was sort of the same. She was glad he was less on edge. She was glad his worry for Hawkeye was no longer smothering and raw, as it had been. She was glad they were in Maine. She was excited to see the house: because it was Hawkeye’s childhood home, because it was likely full of old photos and books and fascinating knick knacks for her to ask him a million questions about, and because she’d been promised her own room. Dad wouldn’t need to smoke in a place like that.

I want to talk about Peg too...BJ also smokes with her! Having trouble with words so here are some arrows: smoking -> courting Peg -> repressing his sexuality -> lying to Peg -> maintaining destructive habits (smoking & drinking heavily) in order to maintain marriage...

But at the same time there's something sexy/attractive in the act of smoking. In chapter 2:

She met his eyes. Her jaw was sharp and tight. She was gripping the railing so hard that her knuckles had gone white. BJ took a few hasty drags from their shared cigarette and then put it out. He could taste the waxy, floral, chemical flavor of her lipstick. It was like kissing her, indirectly. They hadn’t yet kissed. They’d been courting at a glacial pace. It seemed like the only way to do it, when you were really serious about a woman. “I’m a little afraid you’re going to break my heart, BJ,” Peg said. “I think I may like you too much.” “I’d never break your heart,” BJ blurted.

I wanted him to be smoking in this really tense will they won't they moment because it's another instance of BJ choosing one path over another. He chooses to self-destruct/hide who he is. 1946 BJ is a different guy!

And then GOD IM SORRY THIS IS SO LONG the actual chapter titled cigarettes. From chapter 10:

“What are you looking for?” Hawkeye said.  BJ turned away and picked up his jacket. He fished around in its pockets until he found the packet of gum, and then ripped it open. “I wanted to…god, Hawk, I’m sorry. I was resisting the urge to buy cigarettes,” he said.  Hawkeye looked stricken. “You’re smoking?” he said. “No, I’m chewing gum,” BJ said.  He was exhausted, all of a sudden, and his eyes were tearing. “I’m sorry,” BJ said.  He pinched the bridge of his nose and then pressed his fingers to his eyelids. “What are you sorry for?” Hawkeye said. He reached out, grabbed the end of BJ’s tie, and tugged.

BJ chooses Hawk! He chooses gum over cigs. He chooses to to fight his jealous/angry/insecure impulses and be open with Hawk.

Beejhawk :)

[asexual-spongebob]

The Waves That Lap The Shore - Chapter 19 - Kwazii’s Announcement

Notes:

FUCK YEAH CALICO JACK! I’ve wanted to have him in a chapter for awhile but it wasn’t clicking. Until now. Here’s my hc for him :) Calico Jack - ftm, he/wave, oriented aroace and omni. Also I’m so sorry abt the nirvana lyrics. I couldn’t help myself + I like to think it’s something paani would like (aka me projecting myself into my favs)

Shellington and Peso were sitting near a dock, “Hey, Shellie. Want the rest of my sandwich? Peso offered “I couldn’t finish it.” It added “sure!” Shellington said, snatching the other half of the sandwich right out of Peso’s flipper and eating it all in one bite.

Peso had a shocked look on his face “sorry.. I was a wee bit hungry-“ Shellington apologized, smiling awkwardly “Im glad we found Kwazii. That was scary.” Shellington sighed of relief “me to. I thought something really bad happened…” Peso replied.

“Where are they anyway?” Peso questioned “he said that him and Paani were going somewhere. I think it said the Amazon.” Shellington recalled, moving his bangs out of his face.

••• 

Kwazii and Paani took the Gup-A to the Amazon, Paani was sipping his Tropicana Orange Juice while Kwazii was driving. 

“So when are we gonna be at your granddad’s?” Paani asked, they were getting impatient “uh.. soon.” Kwazii mrrped, looking at its GPS. 

Paani decided to listen to some music to pass the time. She dug around in her bag for her earbuds damn it where are those things! Paani asked himself, only to find the earbuds not long after.

He scrolled through his Spotify playlist this should do.He decided. Turning the volume all the way.

Like most babies smell like butter

His smell smelled like no other

He was born scentless and senseless

He was born a scentless apprentice

Hey

Go away, go away

Blasted in their ears, until Kwazii tapped them on the shoulder. Paani took out their earbuds 

“Hey matey. We’re here.” Kwazii said, them and Paani got out of the gup.

“Ahoy granddad!” Kwazii called from below, “Ahoy Kwazii! Ahoy Paani! Nice to see you!” Calico Jack smiled, “raw! Ahoy Kwazii! raw! Ahoy Paani!” Pete repeated, Kwazii and Paani went up into Calico Jack’s tree house.

“So um. I gotta tell you something.” Kwazii began, he glanced over at Paani, Paani nodded. “Me and Paani are dating.” Kwazii proclaimed, Calico Jack went quiet for a moment, collecting waves thoughts “congratulations!” He grinned “thank you” Kwazii smiled, happy about his grandfather’s approval. 

“Your welcome Kwazii.” Calico Jack said.

“I’m glad you’re okay, matey.” He added “same here… that was scary.” Paani agreed, glancing at Kwazii. “How did that even happen in the first place?” Calico Jack asked, in a polite manner. “Oh um… I was having an episode.. and I got so bad that I swam all the way to Sydney…” Kwazii began “yeah we had to look all over Australia for him. I found him though.” Paani added “mhm… I’m glad I’m okay now.” Kwazii finished. 

“How did ye swim all the way to Sydney matey?” Calico Jack questioned “oh.. shit I forgot to tell you.” Kwazii began “So um. Genuinely don’t know how to say this but um.. I’m a shark. There was this pool of water in his cave on Mako Island and um. It turned me and Peso into mermen.” Kwazii said “oh and. Shellington is also a merman. He went to some weird sea caves in Ireland on a full moon and became one. He became one first.” Kwazii added. 

Calico Jack took a moment to think his grandson was now a fish?? He thought in slight disbelief. But then wave remembered that wave had seen weirder things in wave’s life as a pirate. “That’s, nice Kwazii” he finally said, Kwazii thanked him.

The three chatted for a little while longer, soon it was time to go. “Bye granddad” Kwazii meowed as he hugged Calico Jack “goodbye Kwazii! Save travels matey!” Calico Jack meowed back.

Kwazii dove into the water, his shark tail appeared in seconds “bye Calico Jack!” Paani said, waving goodbye and joining Kwazii, the two swam back to the gup, holding each other’s hand.

•••

Kwazii and Paani got back from the Amazon, Dashi and Tweak stood in the Launch Bay, giggling about something while eating some lunch “Ahoy Mateys! I finally told me grandad about the fish thing!” Kwazii smiled “wonderful!” Dashi replied, wiping some icing off of her mouth.

“Great Kwaz!” Tweak said “thanks matey!” Kwazii said, getting out of the Launch Bay tank and onto the floor “do you need some help there, Kwaz?” Paani asked “yeah maybe-“ Kwazii answered “alright then.” Paani said before scooping Kwazii up in his arms.

Paani took Kwazii up to Shellington’s lab “hey guys were back.” Paani proclaimed “yeah I told me granddad about the fish thing!” Kwazii added, his tail was now gone. He now had legs again. 

“What did he say?” Shellington questioned curiously “he said “he said it was nice” Kwazii grinned “yeah! We also told him about us.” Paani proclaimed “he said it was nice.” Paani added. “Good!” Shellington said “oh yeah and Shellington at half a sandwich in a bite.” Peso giggled “I was hungry okay.” Shellington giggled back. 

“Anyway I think we’re gonna get some sleep now.” Kwazii yawned, Paani nodded in agreement. 

Paani and Kwazii went to Kwazii’s room and crashed on the bed, Paani took off their jacket and kicked off their shoes, Kwazii did the same thing, but instead of a jacket it took off its vest and kick off its boots. 

Kwazii let out little purrs as they placed their head in Paani’s neck fur.

[naffeclipse]

hi naff! hope your day/night is going well. i have a few questions about your series. this whole buildup to the cat and mouse game happening between the vigilante and eclipse and his mob seems to have caught steam super quick, but it makes me wonder… how long has eclipse been trying to get the vigilante to join him? there was a line from him in ‘a small favor’ where he says “After all of my offers, all it took was waiting for you to come to me.” so just how long has he been attempting to recruit them? im guessing he would have just dug himself back up and made a reappearance even if vigilante!y/n hadn’t gone to him for the celestial wire.

also, can you share the scooping line that you ended up taking out/the context of it? 👀 (i have next to no knowledge of fnaf, so i think i have a general idea of what scooping means, but i’m not entirely sure. is it something that you consider is already canon to your series?) on a related note, i noticed another line from ‘a small favor’ (because im rereading the series for very important scientific research), and it’s also from eclipse: “Last I checked, you don’t need one of those,” he says, eyes falling down to your chest and slowly trailing down to your belly. “You’re too soft. Not enough wires.”

that made me think that maybe this was maybe alluding to scooping, or at least hinting that it’s been on eclipse’s mind

last question (sorry i have so many fjlsjfns)! after the sleuth jesters series is done, are there any alternate endings or side ideas you might write for it, like maybe that ‘trouble’ alternate ending?

Hi!! My day has been going well, thank you! ♥

Eclipse has been trying to recruit the vigilante for a while, about as long as Detective Sun and Moon have been chasing after them!

I don't have the extra line as I deleted it, but it was something like: "If you keep resisting me, I could always scoop you. Keep you soft but much more obedient."

As for scooping being canon, I'm not sure yet. My original idea with it was that it was a rather terrible way to kill someone in this world of animatronic gangsters and powerful mafia families, sort of a version of "sleeping with the fish" but instead it's like "Oh, I heard they got scooped last week." However, I wasn't sure if I liked the implications it would bring within the world-building so I decided to keep it out, but who knows! I might use it in the future but not in this current arc of Sleuth Jesters :D

As for the "You're too soft. Not enough wires." line, that was more of Eclipse just being creepy and focused on Y/N's body while asking about why they'd need a celestial wire!

I wouldn't mind writing more one-shots in the future! Like proper one-shots and not just parts of an overarching story lol but currently, I'm just focused on finishing Sleuth Jesters main story right now.

@certified-handler wrote an amazing one shot for an alternate ending to Trouble that you should definitely read!

[silent-dragon]

Happy Birthday ☆ Neely Angelnote ☆

Card Birthday Attire - SSR

Groovy Art at end of post!

Characters - Neely,Yuu(MC) Mentioned: Vil,Rook,Floyd

—OCTAVINELLE DORM - BIRTHDAY PARTY VENUE—  

NRC Campus News

May 5th

Interview with the Birthday Student  

~Neely ver.~

Happy Birthday!

 Neely: *yawns* Ah, thank you kindly. I keep hearing that today.

Oh the party just got started and you seem tired already?

Neely: I am usually tired all day. It's just a me thing. Pay it no mind. I'm getting sleepy thinking about it now too.

I see then let's…wait quick question why are we in the Octavinelle area? Aren't you a Pomefiore student?

Neely: Yes I am but I am also a mer so I tend to be here as well as my own dorm. I was originally going to be an Octavinelle student as the mirror said so but the headmage overruled it's choice. I don't mind, I like both dorms.

I hear this is your 1st year on the surface. How has the experience been?

Neely: oh quite interesting…I am still not great at walking on legs. The rules of the surface are also so strange but Rook tells me it's to keep structure and so everything has a place. So odd compared to where I'm from. I adore the clothing and music of the surface a lot, not so much the food. Why cook fish when raw fleeing fish is better? I will never understand.

Can you talk more about your mer side?

Neely: I rather not..I'm sorry I'd not like the students to read more weird things about me then they already think of me.

Ah sorry understandable…what do you do for a living outside of college?

Neely: I am an opera singer in a sea musical theater group. Im taking a break to focus on education both practical and musical. Is why I came to the surface to learn more than what I could learn under the sea. I'm also a composer by request. I write songs for anyone if they need a song for a project,a video game they are making,etc. Music work in general.

Speaking of music, what is your favorite genre of music?

Neely: All! I know a bland response but I truly do love all music. Music holds a power beyond magic that touches people's hearts. I want to bring joy to hearts so that is why I make music and sing it. Wish I could dance to it but since I'm bad on my legs I can't dance so well.

By the way, your hair and makeup look so beautiful.

Neely: Yes, Vil-sama did this to me. It took hours and I kept falling asleep but he wouldn't let me sleep for long. My hair is quite a hassle. I tend to smack others with it if I don't tame it right. I learned a bit on how to take care of it as Vil talked about hair care amidst me falling asleep. I asked him if he could put pink eyeshadow on me as it's my favorite color. He told me he would be more than happy to make me pretty. He is so nice to me.

That is so sweet you seem to really respect him.

Neely: Yes I do very much. I am so new to this world that I thought what is normal is all there is. It's already known I wear clothing that's labeled for the gender my human form is not. I feel comfortable in it when most surface clothing feels icky to me. The P.E. uniform feels so awful to wear so I wear my comfortable feminine sports attire with the uniform tied on me. I got laughed at so badly I didn't participate that day but Vil heard what happened and came to my P.E. class and let the others have it. I was so shocked he defended me. I truly do respect him and learn alot from him.

Oh wow that's amazing he cares for your well-being greatly as any housewarden would. Will he be here later at your party?

Neely: I don't think so. He said he would be busy after he finished my hair but that's ok he spent time with me already. That's enough for a birthday gift from a friend.

I see, is there someone else you're hoping to spend time with for your birthday?

Neely: Wiggl..err I mean Floyd. He said we could go out to sea tonight and night hunt for sand dollars as he knows their my favorite seashell. I have adored the lil pattern on them since I was a child.

Neely: Yuu I am getting pretty sleepy can I go take a nap before they bring out the cake?

Oh of course yes this is enough for the interview you can go.

Neely: Thank you for the chance to speak. I rarely do, given I scare people with my voice. Time for a nap. The maze in Heartslabyul is peaceful…

Have a nice nap Neely and Happy Birthday again!.....wait Neely don't leave your own birthday party come back you can nap in here where are you going??

Groovy art by @/takohebi

Time-lapse art edit video here for this card edit.

[blazingstarship]

How was your and Yusei’s first trip together? Where’d you go, what did you do, was it for any special occasion? Was he nervous to spend a whole weekend or however long alone, just the two of you? Or was he thrilled at the chance for some privacy where he could really show you just how much he loves you without worrying about being interrupted? :3

— @dark-magical-ships 💙

Oh my those are some really good questions!!!

Thank you so much @dark-magical-ships!!💙💙💙 it really got my mind off :)

My thats some story! Allow me to dump it in this post😁 damn this turned a whole novel i cant…sorry and just ignore most of it like It really got out of hand😅🙈SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG💖💖

Our first trip wasnt planned to be a trip😂 it was supposed to be a date in another city and then going back. It was around three months we were dating and we got to the idea to go out of the city and explore more…well more Yusei’s idea since he has been catch up on work and kinda…didnt pay much attention to me. So he planned a long drive on his runner to have some alone time together and full attention.

We went to the sea side where that night was full moon and you could see the Stardust Road light up (Yes refference to vrains hehe). We spended the day at the boulevard, noticed Yusei wanted to check out a game shop and we even got new cards. Yusei gave me a card I reminded him of “Astro Kitten.” Cause it was a kitten in space and this kitten had a mole just like me.

We had enjoyed diner at a fish restaurant at the pier along with a sweet ice cream diner as the evening had fallen. We got a great spot to watch the Stardust Road light up as Yusei excused himself and as he came back trying to be flirty.

“Ha, what have we here?” Yusei said as he turned my face around with his free hand to look at him as he pulled closer and closed the gate between us as he kissed sweetly. “Seems like I catched a beautiful shooting star tonight.”

I swear I looked at him so confused like, what the h happen. Yusei and trying to flirt…one confused me. I even asked him if he was feeling okay iwiekekkdmd his face was priceless. Like me being a mess and trying to understand whatever he did. He sure tried his best to be more romantic that moment.

Eventually he told me he wanted to go to the zoo with me to look at the panda’s cause I like them. But the trip back and then to the zoo takes a lot of time so he suggested to stay at a hotel for the night.

“I wanted to surprise you.” He said as I smiled.

“You sure surprised me...only we..we never.”

Yusei waited for me to finish the line.

“We never slept together. I-I mean spending the night and sleeping.”

“We can take separate beds.”

“Yeah I know but uhmm.”

“You dont like to sleep with me in one room?”

“What? Yes I like to sleep with you I-I mean in a room and only sleeping but..I also dont mind we sleep in one bed.”

It was Yusei’s turn to blush and be surprised. “I uhmm I...”

“Sorry I didnt mean-.”

“I like to.” Yusei said.

“In one bed?”

Yusei nodded as he stroked my cheek nervous. “I always wanted to know the feel of sleeping with the girl Im in love bysides me.” He said shy.

I smiled and leaned my head on his shoulder and snuggled to him. He blushed as he smiled and sighed as he holded me close.

“And I always wanted to sleep bysides the boy Im so in love with.”

Yusei snuggled his face in my hair and sniffed my sence. “Hmm, then we take one bed.”

“Yes.” I mumbled.

……

The hotel room was big enough to fit a nice two sized bed, we only had a problem with clothes.

“I should have brought...a pair of pjs or make up or other stuff…” I said kinda lost how to find a solution for this.

“Uhm..” Yusei said and scrached his hair. “You can...wear my shirt.”

“Thats sweet but..” I said and looked at myself. “I wouldnt fit.”

“You would fit and...look cute in it.”

“I heard that.” I said with a smile. “You look cutter in it.”

I kissed his cheek as he holds my hand. “Sharon?” He said as I sit next to him.

“Yes?”

“You look amazing to me.”

My look went off, I still have trouble believing he likes the way I look. “Please Yusei dont.”

“Try my shirt. Please.”

“But...what about you..”

“I wear another shirt under this one.”

I sighed and nodded. “I try.”

Yusei smiled and pulled his shirt off that took me off guard yet looked curious and interested. He indeed wear another shirt.

He gave me his shirt and I looked at it. “Okay, guess Im gonna change too.” I said as I stand up and walked to the bathroom. I putted off my clothes and bra and tried his shirt. It fits but its tigh, I sighed deep. “Dammit.”

Yusei was very restless like, the curtains open or closed, the light normal or dimmed, picking a flower out the vase but putted back in, checking his breath and grabbed a mint, even on the bed he was kinda bouncing up and down. Boy he was nervous and he really wants this, he have been wondering how it feels to be with each other while sleeping…just sleeping.

I grabbed my stuff and walked out of it. “Yus, your shirt do-.” I said as I saw the curtains are closed a little and a little light shines. I saw him sitting in his shirt and boxers, looking up when I walked in again.

I laid my stuff on the chair and smiled.

“Hey, what do you think?” I asked unsure.

Yusei cracked a smile. “You look cutter than I though...”

“Its close, I dont wanna ruin your shirt.”

“I dont want you to take it off.” Yusei said.

“You sure?”

Yusei nodded. “Please wear it.”

“Okay.” I nodded in agree and walked to him and sit on the other side. We went under the covers and laid with some distance away. There was an awkward silence.

“Are you tired?”

“Not really. You?”

“No.”

“Uhmm…sh-shall we put on the tv?”

“Yeah okay.”

What even was this convo…gladly the silence would be gone, damn it was really odd to be at night time together alone. A knot was there but none of us dared to start about it.

A movie was popping up. Titanic. Great…I have watched once and I regonize the scene. All the sappy romantic stuff has to happen yet.

“Is this titanic?” Yusei asked as I nodded.

“Yes it is. Did you ever saw the movie?”

“No, you?”

“Once.”

“You wanna watch it again?”

“Sure just leave it on.”

My oh my I wonder what he thinks of the movie. A couple of minutes in and they went to the

“This is romantic…right?”

What a bunches of nervousness was sitting there. I shaked my head a little as I shoved more to him as he looked surprised. “May I lay…closer to you?”

He only nodded as he cleared the space for as I laid my head on his shoulder as he putted his arm around me. “You can breath you know.” I joked as I hear a shaky sign. “If it makes you uncomfortable I will mo-.”

“Stay.” “I dont…I want you to stay.”

“Okay. But please try to relax, you feel really tense. Its just me…I just want to get closer to you.”

I feel his breath as he sighed again as he said. “Me too. Thats why I wanted to go on this trip.”

I got off him as I turned around and laid on my stomach as I looked at Yusei. He turned around as he putted the volume down. He couldnt pay attention to the movie anyway.

“What?” He asked soft as we keep staring at each other.

“Nothing. I just realize I had a whole day with you alone and now the night and even tomorrow.”

“Is it too much?”

“No!” I said shocked. “I mean...I love to be with you, Im happy we are together. I am really happy with the time I am with you. But also I am very nervous. Im not used to so much one on one attention of you.”

A sigh of relief and a chuckle came out of Yusei. “I am really glad you are saying this cause I have been nervous since we got here.”

“Really? Havent noticed.” I joked as Yusei shaked his head.

“But Im…I’m happy we are alone together. I am glad I got..get time to give you the attention you deserve…”

“Is this about the past weeks?” I asked as I had a hunch in my gut what he was refference to.

“I know I havent paid much attention to you and I know how you made me food and kept me hydrated while I was on hyperfocus…” He chuckled nervous as I just keep repeating in my head how indeed he was so up his work we barely talked and sometimes his small smile wasnt enough to keep me coming back to the garage. Specially when everyone else got his full attention and I got pushed back. Well I though I pushed this though back but he brought it back up again.

“But I just hope you know mean so much to me and I wanna thank you…” He said as he laid his hand on mine.“Like giving you a proper thank you for your caring and sweetness.”

“Im…” I sighed deep. “I know you mean well…but I just wished you paid more attention to me back then. It really hurted me that you ignored me.”

“I didnt know, I really didnt know.”

“You couldnt know cause you dont know me that well like…what I cant stand. What makes me feel awful.”

“Tell me everything.”

“What?”

“Tell me all your likes and dislikes…I wanna know and remember them. I will try to do my best to be a better…boyfriend.”

“On one condition.” I said as I holded his hand tight. “You tell me yours too.”

We had small talks what we liked and disliked. Eventually we got deeper about ourselves. We both have trouble to open up and show the real us cause of our pasts. We noticed how we changed each other and just gonna take it slow. Also means getting deeper into intimacy. Just laying next to each other is so nice and knowing we see each other before we sleep and first thing we wake up.

We fell asleep with some distance but still holding hands till we woke up that morning close in each others embrace, it felt neutral yet Yusei had admited he never knew this would be such an amazing feeling and neither would I have known. Also I have apologized about the drooling on his shirt as the stain was visible as Yusei said he was sorry he had on my head..It was a really funny mess and we gladly could laugh about it.

But since that trip, our relationship got to a next level. Since that night we slept more times together, bonding on intimacy level.

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For the ask thing.... all of them!!!! Although I think I can maybe guess the favourite game one hahaha :3q

im going to do all the ones i haven’t answered yet i hope that’s okay!!

2. favorite one of the game youve played?

i am a gates stannie to my grave and nothing will change that. 

truth be told, i actually didn’t want to play gates when it first came out! my sister got the game, and when she eventually let me play it, i didn’t give it back. gates has been my favorite since when i finished the game for the first time, and i’m very grateful she “lent” (it’s been almost 10 years) it to me.

ironically, my sister’s favorite game is explorers. 

3. fav partner character?

gates again!! super is a close second but i love the gates partner so, so much. there’s just no way i can’t not like them. gates was the game that really hammered the idea that “optimism isn’t stupid or a waste of time, and by extension cynicism/negativity isn’t deep or profound by default” into me, and partner was a big part of that. seeing them just pick themselves up over and over again and inspire the people around them to start believing in themselves and the world again, even when their own life has been hard just. it really hits different. 

and my gates partner specifically, axel, is one of my favorite characters of mine. he looks kinda mean and intimidating but he’s big sweetie and i just adore him. he and úrsula (my gates hero) are my favorite pmd duo. they work so well together and i love them both to pieces. 

6. how do you interpret gengar and gardvoirs relationship post game?

oo okay this is a toughie. granted i have not finished rt postgame but i have watched some walkthroughs. 

i don’t really think there is one, to be all that honest. one of my gardevoir hcs is that she manipulated hero into coming to the pokemon world, but obviously now she doesn’t remember that, and she doesn’t remember gengar, so like. there isn’t really much of anything there. maybe i need to play rescue team again (or finish dx bc i haven’t done that yet), but i feel like gengar would be happy from a distance. 

maybe he feels like he doesn’t deserve to have a relationship with gardevoir anymore. or maybe he’s guilty for bringing her to a world where she doesn’t remember anything or anyone. bc like every interaction they have, even if she doesn’t remember anything, he does, and i think that’s just gotta eat gengar up from the inside. he still has to live with what he did. 

9. what do you ship in the games? just like. in general.

HERO X PARTNER I WILL SHOUT IT FROM THE ROOFTOPS!!! a truly s-tier ship!! it works platonically and romantically!! you can have any dynamic you want!! it’s kinda canon!! literally it’s perfect i’m a huge sucker for hero x partner. 

my favorite hero x partner ship?? gates duo of course!! úrsula and axel are best friends to lovers and i want what they have. they’re really cute together and i need to draw them more bc they make my heart go doki doki

other than hero x partner? guildshipping (wigglytuff and chatot), sunflora x loudred (idk the name for them),  and umbreon x keldeo. guildshipping is self explanatory i think. as for sunflora and loudred, i just love the whole “>:( but still looking out for each other” dynamic they have going on. i think it’d take them forever to confess to each other but once they do, they’d be stuck like glue to each other. i like couples that are kinda >:( ngl

as for umbreon and keldeo, it’s really based more on personal hcs i have for them, but i think they would just have a lot of banter back and forth with each other over entercard research and im a sucker for couples with banter. also potential rivals to lovers. doing research together. i just think they’re neat!! 

[thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch]

Yay! So I'd like to request something with Kyojuro and reader both being the corps but never really friends cause she's a lil grumpy and a loner BUT one day she casually hears it's Senjuros birthday and Kyo is complaining cause can't be home bc he has a mission so she (having already met him on like one quick occasion) decides to visit the estate and cooks him something/brings a gift and then Kyojuro actually manages to come home early and catches her so it's the first time they actually get closer to each other and talk a lil? Sorry if it's long! Thank you!

unInterested

r.kyojuro/reader

genre: fluff, potential love blooming~

warning(s): kyojuro obviously expressing interest, kyojuro accidentally flirting and not even realizing it, y/n is bad with expressions, kanroji is precious, senjuro is precious, tanjiro and the gang visit senjuro bc he deserves buddies, y/n kicks inosuke into the yard approx. twice

w.count: 4.3k

synopsis: not being a very peopley-person, you still got approached by fellow demon slayers and none make quite the same effort as the flame hashira to get close to you. although, when you overhear he may not be able to make it home for his younger brother's birthday, you decide you wont let the younger boy spend it alone

-x-x-x-

a/n: anon im gonna eat your brain also senjuro is baby and i will protect him with my life. (i think i actually got a little carried away ;;)

-x-x-x-

The first time Rengoku met you, he couldn’t really call it a meeting.

He had been on his way to a small village next to a lake that villagers had sworn up and down had become cursed in recent months; what with the sudden disappearances that started when a woman had supposedly drowned. The first step was to investigate and possibly take leadership of whatever demon slayer had already been dispatched to the location. Though, when he arrived, it was the early moments of dawn and there you were, standing on the end of a fishing dock surrounded by lake water.

Your nichirin sword had been lowered to your side and the morning breeze filtered through the air and the air itself was simply serene. There was nothing indicating that a demon was present or had fled, though the scrapped remains of cloth under your feet said otherwise.

“Excuse me!” He called, running towards you in gentle, smooth paces. You turned your head over your shoulder, only taking a small step back to twist further when he came to stand before you. Your face was neutral and it reminded him much of Tomioka and Tokito’s muted expressions. You looked at him as he smiled back at you- much as he does to everyone. “Were you the one dispatched to investigate the demon in this village?”

At first, you said nothing. You looked down at your blade, sweeping it gracefully in front of your chest before sheathing neatly onto its place at your hip. Still not offering him a verbal answer, you took a step back, knelt to the ground, and picked up the scrap of cloth before holding it into a ray of the morning sun that began to peek over the treetops. Spring had just begun so the air was still chilled in the dusks and dawns and you could see your breath cloud at your chin in the sunrays.

Rengoku noticed that wrapped in the thin cloth was a discolored hand, the color of mud; disjointed and veiny like the limb of a devil. In the sunlight, the already crumbling hand set ablaze and disappeared into a huff of morning soot in the wind, burning the remaining cloth along with it.

Dropping your hand back down to your side. You turned on your heel and walked right past his shoulder.

“Does that answer your question?” You ask him before proceeding onto your next mission. He watched your back as you leisurely left. His initial opinion of you was… blurry to put it into uncertain terms.

-x-x-x-

Throughout the course of his time as a Hashira, very occasionally he would bump into you or hear your name passed around among the others. Your skills were apparently nothing short of astounding even with your faults and you were praised by your peers in the same rank as you. Even Young Kamado, who had frequently crossed paths with both himself and you, had launched into the story when he first met you. He explained your strength and calm decorum with stars in his eyes all while.

However, it seemed as though your expressions, or lack thereof, and attitude had not changed throughout your journey as a member of the demon slayer corps. You still wore very neutral expressions, or scowls when irritated, and always preferred to work on your own and have time to yourself. Even among a group of fellow demon slayers, one would find you off to the side not approaching anyone and no one very eager to approach you.

However, he always noticed that if someone did speak to you, take for instance Young Kamado, you wouldn’t shoo them away. Although you weren’t the most interactive conversationalist, you didn’t shun those who you at least thought of as reliable allies.

You weren’t that much younger than Rengoku; in fact if he had to guess, you were about the same age as him. So, he felt a mild sense of frustration that he hasn’t even properly held a conversation with you even as your senior in terms of rank at the very least. It was always short answers with curt endings with no room for additional conversing.

Part of him pondered why your case irked him specifically.

When it came to Tokito and his absentmindedness along with his aloof nature, he found it quite endearing as his junior. Tomioka was a quiet man, but he wasn’t so off putting that he avoided Rengoku, in fact when Rengoku would strike up a conversation the water pillar would at least stick around and offer a nod here or there to signal he was at least half-listening. Even one sided conversations among his fellow quiet Hashira were enjoyable to him in some way, shape or form.

“Maybe that is it,” he muttered to himself as he went on his way to his next job location. “Is it perhaps because she is not a hashira, yet I compare her to them in terms of personality?” If he were to distinguish the two as separate circles, would it stop grating on him? But that still didn’t explain to him why he thought the way he did. There must be others like you among the rest of the corps, so still the question remained- why you? His momentary personal interrogation was halted when his name was called from behind.

Stopping and throwing on his natural, lip-lifting smile, he turned and saw- coincidentally- a fellow hashira as he was thinking of them. Although, this particular pillar wasn’t as soft spoken as the two that were on his mind. No, this was the young, pink-cheeked and affectionate Kanjori. And behind her shoulder was you, much to his surprise.

It was a duo he never much saw coming.

Even more surprising was the gauze plastered onto your cheek and what appeared to be tight bandages wrapped around your dominant hand. Some minor bruising formed in the corner of your mouth and base of your nose like it had been previously broken. Just under your buttoned collar he could catch the small sliver of even more bandages around your neck and quite possibly upper torso. Not to mention the small limp to your gait. Compared to the injureless Kanroji waving and cheerful, you were practically pitiful in sight.

“Oh my,” he loudly announces as the both of you approach him. You don’t make your displeasure of the way he was looking at you verbal, but the way you scowl at him more than makes up for the lack of words. The duo stopped in front of him as you turned away, not even looking in his direction anymore. “It is quite the surprise to see you two together,” he opens.

“Truthfully, I ran into y/n while visiting one of the wisteria manors!” Kanjori explains, looking over her shoulder to you who still wouldn’t look towards either of them. “She had been injured on her last mission and was sent to get treatment, but before she could fully recover she was already being sent back out.” Kanroji brought her hand up to her chin as she turned her brows up in concern. Rengoku mirrored that expression, his smile dropped considerably.

He knew that the demon slayer ranks numbers were dropping by the day. Not all members were sufficient enough in skill to fulfill the roles of killing demons and found themselves done in without so much as ten kills under their belt. Though, he wondered if the numbers and general lack of skill were so dire that they needed to send a fighter that was still recuperating back into the field.

“You are still not fully recovered yet,” he said to you over Kanjori's shoulder. You said nothing, but your chin dipped and you turned further away, he could barely see your other cheek over your nose from how far you were turned. It was like you thought if you twisted your neck enough you'd disappear and escape their little conversation with you at the center.

“I was worried, so I decided since I have not been assigned a new mission yet that I’d go with her, just to make sure she’d be okay.” Kanjori then became uneasy and began to fiddle with her lip. “But, just as we came into this area I was assigned something in the opposite direction. I’m worried about leaving her on her own but-”

“I’ll be fine,” you cut her off. Although, unlike with the tone Rengoku is familiar with, you spoke gently to Kanroji- even if you were rude by interrupting. The Love Hashira looked like she was ready to stamp her feet and argue with you; like she’d already had this conversation before.

“In which direction are you traveling, y/n?” You finally flicked your gaze back to the Flame Hashira to see his smile return to his lips. Although, it was a smaller smile, one that wasn’t up to his cheeks but still showed he meant no harm or tease.

“South West,” you mutter.

“What a stroke of luck then!” He shouts as Kanjori and you both look at each other then to him. “I’m heading in that direction as well. Kanroji can part with you here and I will accompany you the rest of the way to your destination. On top of that, I will make sure you do not get into further trouble with your injuries.”

Truthfully, he didn’t even process the emotion that may or may not have flitted across your face because it was overshadowed by Kanroji’s shining aura. Smiling and tinted in her cheeks at the fortune and overall scenario. It was simply the best outcome that could’ve happened.

“That’s wonderful!” She cheered. She spun on her heel, snatching your hands and brought them up, getting closer to you in excitement. Your mouth opened and your eyes widened at her seer enthusiasm and sudden lack of personal space. If she wasn’t so starry-eyed she’d see the fluster written in your eyes. “Rengoku-san is a very trustworthy man! He took great care of me when we trained together, so you’re in capable hands, y/n!”

“I-I don’t need-”

You didn’t have your chance at arguing before she was releasing you, thanking Rengoku and rushing off in the opposite direction in which her next job was. You were left speechless- although not out of the ordinary for you- with Rengoku still standing behind you as you watched her go.

“This may not be what you want,” Rengoku starts, making you turn to look at him, “but it may be for the best. We cannot have you risk further injury. For the time being, please rely on me.” You said nothing, back to being the quiet woman he had known before being wrapped up in Kanroji’s worry and excitement.

As the two of you set off in the same direction with Rengoku as your unofficial, temporary shield, the nagging feeling of wanting to be able to pull out expressions out of you like Kanroji did ached in the back of his mind.

-x-x-x-

After that first mission where he escorted you to your job location, Rengoku found himself running into you more and more. It is like the gods were testing him since he still hadn’t been able to fully grasp your character yet. It’s not like he probed anyways, you were you and he had no business getting into it. However, you had started greeting him first when he ran into you and to him, that was a magnificent victory.

Currently, he was chatting with Tanjiro after having been assigned to check on him and his party of Inosuke, Zenitsu and Nezuko after another hard fought battle that left them in the temporary care of one of the wisteria marked estates. The two of them had been sitting out on the engawa, sitting in the midday sunlight while they gleefully exchanged words and stories.

Tanjiro enjoyed spending time with the Flame Hashira, feeling like he was speaking to an elder brother; and the senior swordsman felt fond of the forehead scared boy just as much.

“That’s right,” Tanjiro speaks with a sharp voice, bouncing his fist lightly in the palm of his opposite hand. “Rengoku-san, Senjuro-san’s birthday is coming up soon, isn’t it? He wrote about it in the last letter we exchanged,” Tanjiro said, taking out the latest letter from the younger Rengoku son from his uniform and unfolding it to read through the ink strokes. Rengoku’s smile broadened at the mention of his precious younger sibling.

“That is correct!” The smile he wore dipped just a tad as he continued. “Though, it seems as though it will be difficult to return home when the day comes.”

Tanjiro frowned, neatly folding the letter back up and replacing it back into his uniform pocket. “Rengoku-san?”

“I was recently assigned a new mission, and once I leave here it’s expected to take about a week between travel and completion. I may have to make it up to Senjuro when I return afterwards.” Though he still spoke fondly, there was no mistaking the melancholic tone his voice had taken on. He didn’t want to miss his younger brother’s day of birth, it was something to celebrate! It seems this year, however, he may have to spend it alone. The thought ate at the elder Rengoku son.

“What if I stop by and visit him!” Tanjiro was shouting, taking on the golden haired man’s trait of overall loudness. The shock on the younger boys face was proof enough that he spoke without thought before he started backing himself up. “Wait- I mean- what if I go by and visit Senjuro-san in your place? NO! Not that I’m a placeholder- but, so he isn’t alone!” Rengoku’s smile relit.

“If you did,” he spoke softly, something that made Tanjiro settle and look almost concerned back at him. “If you visit my younger brother in my stead, you’d have my gratitude.” As quickly as the topic came, it left as the boys got to their feet and discussed leaving on their own respective missions. Unknown to them, you had heard the entire conversation.

You had met the younger Rengoku son before- not that it was anyone else's business. You had been traveling through Rengoku's home town on the way to your next hunt when you passed by a particular home, you saw through the main gate a boy sweeping the stone ground.

Golden hair with red tips identical to that of Rengoku’s and relaxed, if not mellow, red centered eyes that faded out into the warmest shade of yellow. You stood in awe for a moment at the sheer uncanny resemblance, you were so lost in though you were unable to see that he had noticed you. He approached you and spoke to you briefly, obviously recognizing your demon slayer uniform.

You had made your way through that town several times since then, and you try and stop by the Rengoku estate to attempt to catch him sweeping to at least greet him. Perhaps it was because you had grown used to Rengoku speaking to you as often as he tried that you were able to easily speak to the younger version of him. You had even accompanied him to the market a few times when he seemed down due to whatever his father had or hadn’t done.

You placed your hand on your gut, underneath the robes the wisteria estate had lent you were more thick bandages from your last job. Just a few broken ribs you would soon recover from. You wouldn’t be permitted back out to battle until they posed no further threat to your health and performance.

That leaves just enough time.

-x-x-x-

Rengoku ran at a leisure place into his hometown, making sure to avoid all people and not run into anyone or cause a scene. Those who knew him waved in passing and welcomed him home before he was shouting regards back without slowing his pace.

With a stroke of luck the time it took to get to his job destination was shortened when the demon he was assigned to cut down made his way closer to the hashria by nearly a day and a half. Dealing with said demon took a much shorter amount of time than he thought it would; though, half of that may have been his internal remorse about not being able to be with Senjuro on his birthday. He must have over thought the initial time it would take to deal with it.

So now, at midday of his younger brother’s birthday he was rushing home with a proud smile. Surely, Tanjiro and the other two would be there. Perhaps even Nezuko would be there with the three boys, content in her strapped box until the sun dipped behind the horizon.

His level-stride running was brought to an easy gait as he approached his residence. Walking easily past the front gates and into his home, he slid the door open and saw the discarded shoes of Senjuro’s guests.

There were… four?

He quirked his thick brow at the extra set of footwear. Perhaps they had brought along Kocho’s tsuguko? Or maybe Senjuro had a friend in town Rengoku wasn’t aware of yet? Whatever the reason, he smiled.

“The more the merrier,” he reasoned as he stepped inside. His sock-clad footsteps softly padded along the wooden interior before he heard the commotion of voices.

“Inosuke! Settle down!” Tanjiro’s voice voice was the first heard and it was enough to make the older son chuckle. That boar-headed lad was always a problem causer. Though, he’d be less problematic than a fly if the hashira settled him. “Ah! W-wait, y/n-san!” Rengoku’s stride stuttered.

“Y/n?” He whispered?

“Tanjiro!” Zenitsu cried, overly fretful of causing such a scene in someone else's home. “Someone else is-”

“Y/n-san!” Zenitsu’s cry of distress at the fact he could hear Rengoku coming was covered by the urgency Tanjiro took over calming you down from whatever you were doing. The sounds of the three messing about was drowned out by the overly loud, ego-boosted boar’s laugh before it was cut short. It sounded like he was choked, winded maybe, before the sound of his groans were heard further away.

“She threw him! She kicked him into the yard!” Zenitsu cried as Tanjiro could be heard rushing around. Among all that, Rengoku heard his younger brother laughing.

Rengoku finally entered the room all the commotion was coming from and found his brother sitting peacefully on the tatami with Tanjiro half kneeling on the floor mid-rise, Zenitsu crawled over to the open door that led outside to the engawa and yard, Inosuke in said yard on his back and you, stood just before the threshold to the engawa.

All eyes, aside from Inosuke's of course, went to the newcomer before Senjuro’s smile widened.

“Elder brother!” He announced, although everyone could see clearly who it was. He got to his feet and greeted his brother at the door who had crossed his arms and smiled down to him. “I though you wouldn’t be back today.”

“Things managed to work out!” He looked at the scowl on your face before it mellowed out. You dusted off your uniform and retreated further back into the room again. “I see you have some rather entertaining guests!” Tanjiro’s face pails as he sits unevenly on his knees.

“I apologize for the noise!” Rengoku laughs loudly. The two boys rush out in the yard, Zenitsu taking Inosuke by the shoulders and shaking him awake as Tanjiro tries to settle him down while still being concerned for the mountain raised demon slayer. Among the room, he notices that you had disappeared and when he turns to look out into the hall he still stood in, he sees your form retreating down it away from the party.

“Senjuro,” he called his brother’s attention. “If you don’t mind my asking, do you know y/n?” His spoke softly to his brother, just as he usually did. Senjuro nodded. Just when had the two of them met?

You had never brought it up before, though he supposed that you weren’t exactly inclined to. He took a step back before twisting slightly at the hips. “I’ll be back,” he told his brother with an accompanied pat on the head.

“I’m glad you’re back,” was the reply he got along with that smile he wanted to protect so dearly. He nodded before he was following the way you had gone. You found yourself in the kitchen, A tall, multitiered bento from a cloth bag. He watched you for a moment setting the bentos on the counter after separating the layers.

“Would you like any help?” He asked. You hadn’t heard him coming, so your shoulders jumped at his voice. He stepped into the kitchen to stand beside you. “Although I must warn you, I’m not very good in the kitchen,” he joked.

“It’s all already made,” you tell him as you take the lids off of the box lunches. He looked down at the food with his hand cradling his chin, nodding.

“This looks like a fine meal!”

“I’m glad you think so. My culinary skills aren’t anything special.” He pauses before he watches you uncover the other tiers of the brought lunch.

“You made all this? For Senjuro?”

“Of course I did,” you answered simply. “It’s a special occasion. There’s more than enough, so you’re welcome to help yourself as well.” He smiled at you. “I know that Inosuke will eat a lot, he’s a bottomless pit, so I made a lot more than usual just in case.” He was silent as he let you speak. It had been a long time- perhaps even the first time- since he had some sort of conversation with you to this extent.

He didn’t want to ruin it.

"Have you know my brother long?" He asked, hoping your conversation would keep rolling. And thankfully, it did.

"Not much longer than the others. I've run into him a handful of time before. I wouldn't call us strangers at the very least." He chuckled to himself softly. Senjuro wouldn't just let someone into the estate that he didn't consider a friend on such an auspicious day. You didn't give yourself enough credit, he'd have to find a way to change that.

As you set aside the lids to the boxes, you noticed the lack of one pair of chopsticks. You had brought enough for the four boys and yourself since you didn't foresee Rengoku making it back in time. Already seeing your silent dilemma, he worked swiftly.

He had smoothly moved from your side to behind you to reach on your opposing side to a draw at your hip. You weren't sure if he was aware of just how close his chest was pressed to your back as he moved. “Pardon,” he softly excused before he pulled it open and removed a pair of wooden chopsticks for himself. Sliding the drawer back, he returned to his place at your side. While you were turned away momentarily, he pinched a fluffy, rolled, yellow omelet between his utensils and popped it into his mouth.

He'd ask for Senjuro's forgiveness of taking the first taste of your food later.

You nearly tripped over nothing as you grabbed onto the countertop for stability at his loud exclamation of ‘delicious!’. The sound boomed in the small kitchen space like thunder trapped in a cave. You looked over your shoulder at him, your mouth open and brows slightly furrowed.

“Rengoku-sama?” You address. “What in the world-”

“I’d prefer it if you do not address me so formally, y/n,” he interrupted. “Much like your cooking, I like the way you say my name.” Your down-turned brows flip up-right again and raise further up your forehead as your eyes widen. “In fact,” he huffs, crossing his arms and leaning closer to you. Whether or not he’s conscious of what he’s doing is beyond you, “while you’re at it, you may call me by my given name! At home, members of my family are all ‘Rengoku’.”

“B-but, the other’s call you-”

“I did not mention the boys,” he cuts you off again, softer this time. “I want you to call me differently.” Standing back up to his full height, he takes three bento tiers from the countertop, leaving the remaining two for you to grab. “Come! The boys’ must be hungry after kicking up so much of a fuss.”

You silently nod, grabbing the two remaining tiers of food before following his back down the hall and returning to the room with the four youngsters. You set the food down with Rengoku’s help and before you could even tell them to behave and let Senjuro eat first, Inosuke was pouncing like he was some wild animal on a hunt. Well, before you planted your heel into his gut for the second time that day and kicked him right back out into the yard.

Senjuro scooted over to his brother before he asked for his ear. Leaning down, Senjuro whispered a question to his elder.

“Did something happen?”

“What do you mean?” His brows quirked up.

“Well,” Senjuro drew out before looking at you standing on the edge of the engawa. Honestly, no one around you had seen you so worked up before in a single day without the company of battle. You pointed out into the yard where Inosuke sat silent (for once) as you yelled and reprimanded him. “Y/n seems a bit worked up ever since you both came back.” Rengoku smiled before laughing at your scolding addressed at the boar-headed boy.

“I’d hate to be on the wrong end of your temper!” Rengoku seemed to dismiss the question his younger brother asked him. After all, he didn’t think that trying your food first and asking to be addressed a certain way would work you up to the point you were at.

He chalked it all up to you trying to come out of your hypothetical shell.

Although, as you sat with all the boys (Inosuke finally included) and ate, the warmth on your back from where he stood so close to you in the kitchen earlier, as well as the heat on your face, wouldn’t go away.

[dailytatsu]

Hello! I saw request were open so i was wondering if i could request some headcanons of the Archons and/or the Adepti meeting a God reader who is the God of Chaos and destruction. The reader is not a Archon tho and travels all over Teyvat cuz small bits of destruction were ever they go. They're pretty mischievous and somewhat smug but despite how they act they're actually a good person. They dont mean to cause problems(most of the time anyways) chaos follows them were ever they go. Idk if you have a character limit but if you do please tell me so i wont make a mistake again. And if there is you can just do Zhongli and Xiao. Optionally could you make them a dendro user, there not a lot of dendro content and if not thats fine. I understand. Could you make the reader Gn or Non-binary they/them pronouns please? If not male reader is totally fine. Im so sorry for the long post and I hope you have a good day/night!

Ohmy, it’s my first time just writing headcanons! I’m use to write a lot, so let’s hope I did it right (^ ^' )7

Thanks for the request! ✨

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[HC] God of Chaos! Reader and the Archons + Xiao

Characters: Zhongli, Xiao, Venti, Shogun Raiden (Ei).

Gn! Reader

I tried doing it with everyone but I’m no still that confident to try writing with some characters ＿|￣|○

Sorry for any mistakes!

Request are open!

Genshin Masterlist

Second part ->

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VENTI

To be honest, he didn't notice your presence at first. He had other concerns on his mind that day to perceive the chaotic (and slightly threatening) aura that Mondstadt was infected with that day.

Barbatos is a person of habit, so he couldn't help but be curious when the crowd in front of him began to look a little agitated instead of seeming to enjoy his lyre and his songs.

But then a series of domino events appeared in front of his very eyes.

The purity of the chaos was such that he felt overwhelmed, even without the white-haired boy around, if it wasn’t Bennett fault, then how was it possible for everything to be ruined in such a short time?

His patience ended when, out of nowhere, the strings of his lyre jumped close to his face as they snapped. Making that awful noise that couldn’t mean nothing good.

Okay, enough, who is messing around in here? No more joking in his nation!

He concentrated a little, a faint but unique presence kept his nerves on edge, as if he was being watched from afar. He moved away from the busy areas and then chased that ephemeral energy to the highest point of the church, where the bells were ringing in an irregular and stressful way.

Then he found you. Snoozing against one of the columns, somewhat tired because the trip you made to reach Mondstadt.

Surprisingly, Barbatos understood you since the first exchange of words. A god of chaos who was also a free spirit, you followed no rules ever written in Teyvat, and you had no plans to apologize for the mess you made.

Both of you were Zhongli’s worst nightmare, but that’s another story.

He managed to through your arrogance and your teasing nature that you, in fact, were a lonely spirit that liked to witness the life from above of everyone.

The difference between teasing someone accidentally and committing a crime was really visible, but he still couldn't help but feel like he should scold you after your mere presence messed up with the guild's baskets full of fish.

But hey! He also enjoy the company! Venti tried to teach you how to enjoy the calm and the whisper of wind, music can also contain chaos, feelings, old stories waiting to be told again, expressions and desire united, in a wonderful piece of-

As you yawned his lyre broke up again. Making clear the message.

Okay, not even God of Freedom and Wind can control chaos. Anyways, what a tragedy, but there’s nothing a simple bard can do, smh.

“Do you like kids, don’t you?” He said once, after a nice day of hearing him sing before your chaos reached his little concert. Again watching everyone from above on the hands of the statue, with your attention caught by some kids playing tag.

“… I don’t know what do you mean.” Once discovered you had no choice but to remain defensive, pretending to be disinterested.

“Heh, you aren’t a good liar.” It may not be the wisest thing to make fun of someone who could destroy the place where you were resting, but Venti was confident that he knew you well enough to know that you were not so explosive. “You know!, I just have some pieces, but I think it’s because they are little walking concentrations of pure and innocent chaos, am I wrong?”

He wasn’t, no at all. But you would never confess something that embarrassing.

This guy wrote a ballad about the days when Mondstadt got immerse with that strike of bad luck. Kind of an apology of not being able to handle the situation.

Now there’s the rumor that says that, every time somebody sings that song, something unlucky will happen in front of you.

The song is cursed.

One night when the moon was shining on the Cider Lake his well tuned ears distinguished a melody that was broken from time to time by the accidents of his performer, distracting him of his way to look for you.

It could be painful to listen to, but Venti could certainly feel the dedication of the one who was playing the imperfect song.

The ballad of the god of chaos, hummed like a lullaby that instead of making you sleep makes you question the events of the day. Wishing for the slightest thing to be different after an exhaustive week of peace and tranquility.

A lonely spirits cursing their existence, sitting in the highest point of a stranger’s palace, where you can reach the sky by only rising your hand.

The next day, Barbatos invited you to drink some wine, this time near Windrise to avoid accidents in the city.

As he almost dropped the bottle when a lot of slimes were attracted by your presence, he confirmed the theory about that the way to spend time with you would not be his personal definition of hanging out.

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ZHONGLI

Okay, there’s only two scenarios that could happened when you set a foot in Liyue.

Old man has a soft spot for you for being a relative young deity.

Or he’s always lecturing you for not having control of your aura and powers.

How u dare bringing chaos to the nation of order? It’s that a death wish?

Jokes aside, you’re not really a threat. And he could sense that after he saw how you tried to avoid having direct contact with the city. Rex Lapis found your silhouette jumping and crossing through the mountains until reaching the fairest point that allowed you to enjoy the view of the streets that were filled with life and light as the sunsets.

He even noticed how you sighed in frustration when a storm started out of nowhere. A rain dedicated just for the arriving of the God of Chaos. Not even bothering of getting shield, you stayed in your place to look at all the people who were getting back to their places.

The rain seemed to stop over your head, for a second was enough to stop you from being cruelly swamped by the very weather you had created. An elegant umbrella covered you, the long awaited surprise you expected from someone as outdated as Morax.

You looked up, and found his expression calm and attentive, watching you. As if he had made a great discovery that he could not believe

“May I have a moment of your time to keep you company? Letting out your sorrows in the middle of a torrential storm is not what I would recommend as way to spend a good day.”

“… What are you talking about? Get in your own business, old man.”

“Well, you should know that a sorrow shared is a sorrow halved.”

Next time you knew was that he was helping you to dry your hair with a towel once you let him guide you to his place.

Zhongli picked you up like a abandoned cat that day. Even if having you near meant to deal with new the roof leaks.

Also kept you away from Hu Tao, if you two ever get along for being partners in crime he would seal himself underground-

For all the time you spend exploring Liyue, there he was. Like a little kid showing his treasures. But also like a worried father looking after his child for them not to stumble making their first steps.

Look at you! Almost crushing those Treasure Hoarders when a bunch of rocks fell down after you jumped at the edge of the cliff.

Wait, no- come back here! You should verify the surroundings and be aware of the weight of your power if you’re going to explore in that bold way. You, chaotic brat.

Another one who believed fervently that your mood was to blame for the constant chaos you caused. He also tried to show you the wonders of peace and calm, teaching you how to prepare tea while listening to the storyteller (also both being a little far away from the rest of them, just in case).

He couldn’t help but sigh when the teapot arm broke as soon as you tried to serve the tea. What a waste, he thought.

You apologized to him, kind of stressed with yourself after you took all the pieces with your bare hands to run away with them. Leaving a confused Zhongli behind.

Next day you were back, with the teapot repaired and just like new.

He let out a lot of thankful words, some flattering and a lot more cheesy things that you never had received before.

With that unexpected affection you couldn’t help but react flustered; then a cat that was chasing a bird jumped through a lot of decorations and merchandise, almost starting a fire as the chained events kept going.

Yeah,, uh, Zhongli got some useful mental notes about you and your chaos that day.

Hey, before you go, want to make a contract? You won’t regret it!

But as the wandering spirit you were you had no problems in reject his offer, but also promising that you would visit Liyue if he wanted you to.

Of course he wanted! But.. maybe next time you should stay in Huaguang Stone Forest instead of roaming near the city,,

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XIAO

Tried to kill you.

I mean, your aura is threatening and full of a destructive energy, how is possible that you weren’t a demon to eradicate??

Sorry, but he had a point.

Your first met was on your way to reach Huaguang Stone Forest along with Zhongli for introduce you with the Adeptus.

Xiao, in the other side, thought that you were about to attack Morax from behind, so he just struck against you. With his polearm near to go through your chest, just stopped because you felt him before.

Lifting your hand at his direction, summoning chaos, this time, on purpose. The wind gained a wrathful nature and the biggest roots that were hiding under his feet rose to caught him.

And when you were about to hit each other Zhongli’s shield appeared just in time to separate both of you. Preventing a real catastrophic event.

Now stop fighting and introduce to each other.

Nice(n’t) to meet u.

What if you tried to awake Azhdaha to bring chaos and destruction to Liyue? What if you wanted to summoned Osial? What if… ?

Zhongli had to confirm and promise to him that those cruel possibilities won’t be a near future for respecting the real reason of your travel.

No matter if he wasn’t comfortable with your presence, it wasn’t his decision to allow you to roam freely, so he had to get use to it.

He immediately knew after hearing about your nature that was your fault that lately there were a lot more demons and monsters. Even his karma was getting more painful than usual.

(If you ever meet Hu Tao, please think twice before doing Xiao a prank)

You both didn’t interact a lot, and being honest, it was better that way.

He hadn’t a single intention of talking with you again until the day you were practicing the song that your Anemo friend taught you. By the other hand, Xiao noticed that the melody had the same nature as the one he once heard before being consumed by the karma.

It wasn’t a flute, but a worn lyre that was still in one piece after weeks of being repaired again and again.

“That song… ”

“Do you know it?” Xiao just nodded, staying in silence, being your very first audience even if you still have a lot to learn about playing a lyre.

It wasn’t as effective as the original, but was still… nice, kind of nostalgic.

Next morning, the Yaksha called for you. Made you stay still in the middle of a plain and then he disappeared of your sight.

He abandoned y- wait, what’s that? Why those monsters has that weird dark aura?

You were about to defend yourself until Xiao appeared back just in time to defeat them.

That day you became his personal bait for demons and monsters. Naturally you attracted chaos, so anyway you were, there will be also something to fight.

I guess this is your way to pay for all the troubles you made for him and his duty, so no complaining about it.

If you ask for a unexpected experience to Ganyu she would said that once she found both of you fighting along against the catastrophe, looking after each other’s back and almost having a perfect synchrony.

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SHOGUN RAIDEN; EI

Also tried to kill you.

Well, the puppet tried to.

And then Ei tried when you had the opportunity of facing her.

But since killing a god just mean the releasing of a lot, pure, energy she couldn’t afford that risk, much less considering your “speciality”.

Who knows what would happen to Inazuma if your vital energy burst across the nation. Just like that old story about Sal Terrae and their goddess.

She just defeated you. Letting you rest and recovering in the midst of the plane of her reality within her mind. Your inert body in the middle of the battlefield as she kept meditating.

When you woke up she ignored your presence, but also denying your complaints about letting you go out back.

In her words, you were a burden, another enemy of eternity. Something as unpredictable as you and your “accidents” couldn’t get along with her utopia.

Ei could banish you from Inazuma, but she knows your type. Stubborn and not accepting the most simple orders to obey.

She knew that you would found a way to be back.

It’s better like this.

And in the hypothetical case of you being freed when she trapped the traveler (kicking you out) and then having a chance to see her again after the end of the war, then things would be somewhat different.

There’s not that much of civilization on some islands, so she allowed you to explore as much as your heart wanted. But if something serious happen, she promised that would end her work in the middle of the sea so your remains never be found.

Okay, message clear. Just do chaos near monsters and bandits, got it,,

Even if she wanted to spend some time with you and telling you some stories about Inazuma and other gods she couldn’t found the right time to call you at her presence.

As the current ruler of Inazuma she was busier than the rest of Archons you have meet. Maybe just some letters now and then like a way to keep a logbook, but not really a face to face talk.

Until she got the opportunity of a day off, just to found you messing around near some ruins. Trying to solve a puzzle before your speciality strikes in. The structure fell down after your fingertips reached the stone.

When the dust dissipated, you discovered her figure judging you from the other side of the remain ruins.

Give her a good reason for not errase you from the map, I dare u.

You felt the worst was about to come when Ei ordered you to follow her after a long sigh. Crossing her arms and starting to walk away from the bunch of old and worn rock.

Plot Twist, she actually invited you to rest under a tree, asking in her serene voice the reason for your journey and your origin. In such a direct way that it seemed more like a sentence than a talk to get to know each other better.

You answered what you could remember and then the silence stayed like the only way of interaction between you two.

Ohno, you know this pattern. Something’s about to happen-

“There is some strange beauty in the chaos, it may be the calm after the storm, but the catastrophe itself is seen as a necessary evil to appreciate the stillness. How much it would last until the lighting hit the valley?”

“So I arrived to keep order between the humans?”

Well yes, but actually no.

“… You see, if there is nothing but order and a lack of problems, mortals are likely to create them on their own. Their minds feels the need to be tested, to prove their worth, so I guess some of your chaos may be part of the history.”

“… then shall we take a walk in Inazuma?” You did not know if you were right, but you thought you saw a faint smile through his lips in the same way that lightning can be seen in the sky.

“I’ll allow it.” She said.

Her only condition was for you not to approach the huge boxes of fireworks down the street.

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Hooked

Summary: Harry and Y/n meet again. This time spending more time together and getting to know each other. 

warnings/ disclaimers: Swearing, mentions of death, mentions of childbirth. 

Harry was out searching for a book. He had left Loralie with his mother for the day since he had some errands to run and it would be a busy day. He had finished all of his books and he was on the search for another, maybe even some extra ones for his classroom. He had stopped by his favorite coffee shop and ordered his favorite black coffee to start his day of errands, then he went to the market to get everything for dinner tonight- he thought he might as well get it out of the way since he hates grocery shopping.

Now he’s on the way to a bookstore, he didn’t want to order it on Amazon or just go to a big chain store so he did a quick google search and found a small book store a block down the road from the coffee shop he had gone to. He wanted to find the book burning in water, drowning in flame- his sister had recommended it to him and now he was itching to read it.

He made his way to the bookstore, it looked like a homey place just from the outside of the store. It was a rust colored brick with two sconces on either side of the top of the book shop, a rather tall building- possibly a flat at the top. Harry looks at the cacti peeking through the windows, little flower stickers to decorate.

Harry walks into the book shop, opening the door making the golden bell at the top of the door frame sound off. As soon as Harry steps in he notes the warm scent, it smells like the owner had been baking cookies. “Hello!” He hears a cheerful voice sing while he steps toward the poetry aisle in search of the book. “Is there anything I could help you with today?” He hears the voice again making him turn his head. To his surprise it’s Y/n, he’s been thinking about her. “Oh, hi.” He says bashfully, smiling and stepping over to the cashier counter she was behind.

Y/n smiles, continuing to add price tags on the back of her new shipment of books. She had started her little business officially a bit after she had gotten pregnant with Milo. Milo’s dad had left her after she broke the news to him, they were in their early twenty’s (Y/n being twenty one and him being twenty two) so it was understandable that he didn’t want children yet but the way he dealt with the situation was just dramatic and too much on Y/n. So she put everything into her little book shop, she took out a loan and bought this place, starting planning and putting her all into it, it wasn’t easy but it was worth it.

“Hi Harry.” She says, adding a book to the stack. Harry blushes at her tone again, she’s hard to read. “Um… do you happen to have burning in water, drowning in flame?” He asks, whirling around her display of different styles and colors of bookmarks. He is a twenty six year old man, why is acting like one of his students who thinks he’s handsome? Y/n laughs, nodding while she pulls her mug up to her lips- Harry thinks it’s hot chocolate (and he’s right). “It’s in poetry, first aisle, third shelf, second row.” She says, impressing Harry in how she has memorized every single spot of her book store.

Harry gives her a tight nod, walking over to the poetry section and looking for the book. “Is this your place?” Harry asks, making conversation while the rest of the store is dead silent.

“Yeah, me and Milo live in the flat upstairs.” Y/n admits. Harry’s ears perk up, she didn’t say anything about a partner. He walks back to the counter placing his book down, not handing it over to her yet. “When did you open this place?” He questions, looking around the shop. He sees some crystals, some candles- that both look up for sale and also her personal ones. It’s cute.

“After I got pregnant with Milo. Right after Xavier left me.” She says, leaving Harry wondering. “Xavier is…?” Y/n sighs, rolling her eyes a bit. It’s only their second time meeting and she’s already giving him her sob story. “He’s what would be Milo's father.” She says, picking at her bare nails. She doesn’t consider Xavier Milo's father, he’s never been there for him so he’s not a father. Harry’s lips form a tight line, “um, Loralies mum died… so… we’ve all got baggage.” He laughs, trying to cut the tension.

Loralies mum had died, she died during childbirth. She already had a particularly painful and rough pregnancy with Lora and that was just extremely unexpected, Harry just thanks his stars everyday that his little one is safe with him. “That’s awful, Harry. I‘m sorry.” Harry smiles at her, “it’s okay. I’ve got my Lora so I’m okay.” Y/n nods, smiling and grabbing the book from between his fingers. “She’s a sweet girl.” She compliments.

Harry nods, feeling a little cocky over how well he has raised his daughter. “Is this all for you?” She asks, pulling out a small brown bag with the logo and name on it- they are cute. “Yes please.” Harry politely says, making her laugh under her breath. “If this is your first time here? You get a free bookmark with every book you purchase if it is.” She says, nodding over to the bookmarks. Harry nods, looking through the bookmarks and picking a random Fleetwood Mac one- cute, he thinks. Y/n adds the bookmark to the bag, setting it infront of him. “13.22” she says, Harry fishing his wallet out.

“Are you doing a lot today?” He asks, motioning down to all the books stacked around her while he hands her a ten and four singles. She shrugs, “the usual.” Y/n says, handing him back his change. Harry thinks for a second, pausing his response making Y/n a little nervous. “I could help?” Harry offers, setting his coffee on the table. Y/n gives him a questionable look, sharpening one of her eyes at him. “You want to put tags on books and reorganize with me?” She asks, making Harry laugh. He nods, putting a bookmark back in its place “see, I’m already helping.” He says cheekily.

Y/n smiles, shaking her head. “I guess you can help.” She says.

Soon enough they are sat on the brown carpet, mountains of books around them. Y/n has a blanket wrapped around her and Harry has his legs stretched out. Y/n is tagging books while Harry is setting by the book shelf closest to them organizing. “I swear they put something in the water fountain at that school, the kids are always running and screaming around my classroom while I’m trying to talk about how Van Gogh cut off his own ear.” Harry says, making Y/n loudly giggle, thinking about how Milo probably gives him a horrible time on Wednesdays.

“You like working where Loralie is?” She asks, Harry of course nodding. Loralie is his baby, he loves knowing she’s just up the stairs- especially if she were to get sick or hurt he would be right there to take care of her. “Yeah, I wish I could always be with Milo but one of us has to make the money.” She jokes which makes Harry laugh.

“She always comes waddling into my classroom screaming for me- which disrupts the class but I don’t care.” He shrugs, his mind going back to Loralie. “Oh shit, I’ve got to pick her u-“

“Hi! How are you, baby!” Y/n cheers, Milo running toward her then crashing into her in a hug. Y/n’s friend Mikaela had babysat Milo for the day while Y/n tried to get as much work done as she could. Usually on the weekends (like today) Milo will be in the store with her… which tends to distract her. “Um, I’ve got to go but we should do this again? Maybe… over dinner?” Harry asks, Y/n’s face lighting up.

“Are you asking me on a date?” She teases, Harry blushing and nodding. Y/n laughs, slipping her phone from her pocket, “take my number and we can schedule that date you’re begging me for.” She teases.

Harry gets her number, thanking her for the book and letting him stay before he slips out. Now he’s got to get back to Loralie. But he’s got a date!

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Later that night when Harry and Loralie are practicing her memorizing her ABCs his phone beeps. He ignores his at first, just expecting it to be a stupid text from his friend Mitch, but once he looks down he sees Y/n’s contact name. “Keep going, bug.” Harry says, grabbing his phone from the carpet while they set on the floor of the living room, unlocking his phone.

Hii, im free next Friday :) let me know if that works with your schedule!

Harry laughs at her cute little smiley faces, trying to think up a response that doesn’t make him sound a thousand years older than her. The tip of his tongue sticks out while he types back his response, his eyebrows knitted in concentration.

Hello! Friday works, how about 5:30? I can pick you up.

He lays his phone back down and helps Loralie with her letters, pulling her onto his lap. “D is for Daddy!” She cheers, making Harry smile, chuckling and kissing her round cheeks while she squeals. Harry hears his phone ding, grabbing it and reading the response, thanking god she answered. He thought his heart would explode out of his chest. It was beating so hard.

That sounds good ☺️ see you then!

Harry got her to say yes, but now he has to deal with the anxiety of actually going on the date. What should he wear, where should they go? Should he be opening the door and pulling out her chair or is that not in-in dating anymore? He hasn’t dated since Loralies mum and his baby is two years old now, it’s been quite a long time since he dipped his toe into trying to charm a woman. He just hopes he’s still got it.

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The day is here. Loralie is with her grandma so Harry can get ready for the date. He’s been panicking and running all around his little house. He showered and smothered himself in lotion and his best cologne- he wanted to smell nice for her. He was adding leave in conditioner to his hair (which he hardly remembers to do) to make it more silky and the curls look a bit prettier than they usually do- he doesn’t know much about hair, he just does what his sister tells him what his hairdresser tells him he should do.

He planned out an outfit, a pair of tan dress pants with a white tank top and a cardigan over it. He had thought over the outfit a bit too much, was it too casual for the date? Was the cardigan too much? He decided against his thoughts and layers some pearls on, sliding his rings on that were in a jewelry dish, placed in there before his shower. He takes a look in the mirror, readjust his cardigan before he gives himself a little nod. He feels good about this.

He makes his way over to Y/n flat, walking up the metal steps to her flat and knocking on the door. When she opens the door he notices just how amazing her home smells, just like her book shop. He needs to remember to ask her where she gets her candles. “Hi,” Harry smiles, looking his date up and down. She was dressed nicely. It was a sage green dress with spaghetti straps, it stopped a couple inches above her knee. Harry thought it was cute.

She paired it with gold jewelry and a black cross body bag. Dirty white vans to go along with it that added a child-like feel to the outfit. Harry thought that was cute too.

“Hi,” she smiles, glancing behind her. “You look nice.” Harry says, suddenly feeling hot. Y/n laughs under her breath, thanking him. “You look nice as well.” Harry smiles bashfully, looking down at his feet. “Thank you”

Y/n says her goodbyes to Milo, hugging and kissing him before thanking her friend again for watching him. It’s the same one from last week, Mikaela. They get into Harry’s car, a bit of awkward silent before Y/n breaks it, Harry stopping the tapping of his fingers along to the low radio once her voice interrupts it. “So, where are we going?” She asks, smoothing her dress out against her thighs.

Harry laughs, he’s not prepared for dates and for some reason he hadn’t thought about the most important part. “I’ll eat anywhere to be honest.” Y/n admits, looking through her window at all the different places.

Harry was looking around in a panic and he finally pulled something out of his ass that sounded good, especially on his teacher salary. “Olive Garden?” Harry says, trying to say it confidently but it definitely comes out as more of a question. Y/n’s eyes light up, she’s in the mood for bottomless salad and breadsticks. “That sounds heavenly.” And Harry is happy to hear that.

They walk into the busy restaurant, instantly getting escorted to a table. Harry is happy they didn’t have to wait- that would have just been embarrassing since he threw this together last minute. They sat in the booth, sliding in and getting comfortable. “So, how’s the bookstore?” Harry asks, pulling apart his breadstick. Y/n knocks her shoe with his under the table, she thinks it’s cute how bashfully he can get when just asking a simple question. “It’s good. How are your little art students?” Harry playfully rolls his eyes at her choice of words.

“It’s good. They are doing self portraits.” Y/n laughs, her eyes widening.

“How’s that going?” Harry laughs, shaking his head. “They look like shittier versions of Picasso’s paintings.” Y/n dramatically gasps through her laughs, “aren’t you supposed to worship the ground that man walks on? Why would you say that?” Harry rolls his eyes once again, chuckling at her. “I’m just behind honest!”

Their date goes on the same, they order their food, giggling while they eat and even getting into a little food fight with the leftover breadsticks. (They weren't being humble, they asked for another basket) They finished their food, “That was fun.” Y/n admits smiling. Harry nods, taking the check and opening his wallet. “Here,” y/n holds out her card, Harry shaking his head. “I’ll pay.” Harry shrugs her off, handing his card tucked in the black check book the waiter had brought over back to him before she can further protest.

Y/n scoffs, throwing another breadstick at him that he tried to catch but it’s too greasy. “Hey! I thought we had a truce?!” Harry questions her. She shakes her head, apparently swearing off the truce. Harry shrugs, thanking the waiter when he brings his card back along with their mints. “You better sleep with one eye open then.” Harry says, standing up and waiting for her. She laughs, standing up and pulling her bag over her shoulder. “I have a three year old, I basically sleep with them both open. You’re nothin’.” She says, Harry nodding his head in agreement. He knows just how she feels.

They drive back to her flat, Harry of course walking her to her door. “I had so much fun tonight.” Harry says, looking down before he looks up at Y/n. She smiles, blushing. She hasn’t dated since Xavier and she admired that to Harry tonight, they both admitted that they haven’t dated since their children’s parents so they felt a lot comfortable knowing they were both rusty.

“Me too, you’re a really sweet guy, Harry.” She says. She needs to remember to thank her forgetful little Milo for leaving his folder in Harry’s classroom. “Thanks for agreeing to go out with me. I was pretty nervous.” Harry admits a bit sheepishly. Harry is a bit giddy on the inside about them hitting it off so well, they were having the best conversation and at times they were getting extremely loud, probably annoying the people around them, but they didn’t care, they had fun. “Yeah, I was nervous as hell but I haven’t had this much fun in a while. Thanks for tonight.” Y/n smiles, leaning in for a kiss.

Harry’s eyes widen, but he still kisses her back. He hasn’t kissed anyone in so long he thought he had forgot how to for a second. His hands come up to cup her jaw, moving his lips with hers. “I’ll see you soon. Have a good night.” Y/n smiles, opening her door with red cheeks. Harry nods, a little flabbergasted. “Have a good night.” He says, trudging down her steps.

And now he’s hooked on her.

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[spencerreidscoffeecup]

New ‘Do

Summary: Reader has a sort of fettish for Spencer's new haircut, and Spencer then explains to the team and reader how he could tell.

CW: talk of hair fettish (obvi lol), describing sexual things, kissing, talk of sex, hair-pulling

AN: hey guys!! So I know this is my second blurby one shot in a row, but idc lol im lazy. i hope you enjoyyy <33

Reader's POV:

Spencer Reid and his hair will officially be the death of me.

Something about the way he styled it always got to me.

During our various sexual encounters, I would always tug his head back with his hair. And of course, he fucking loved it, which only fueled my..fettish for his hair even further.

That's why when he said that he was going to chop off his chestnut locks, I couldn't help but protest.

"But Spencer! I love your long hair!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in the air dramatically as he chuckled, walking into the kitchen of our apartment to grab a water bottle. He had just told me the news, and I felt like a part of me was going to go missing. I don't care how dramatic I sounded.. It was the truth and only the truth.

"Y/n, I'm just chopping off a few inches! It's gone on to be too long since my last cut.. I look like a nerdy Jesus." he said, opening his water bottle as I crossed my arms in front of my chest.

I walked closer to him, running my fingers through his hair as he took a sip from his water. I looked at his beautiful locks as though they had hypnotized me. "But it's so pretty...I love it. I love to tug on it! Spence, how am I supposed to play with it?" I whined, and Spencer sighed, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he put his hands on my waist.

"Baby, I promise you'll be able to play with my hair once I get it cut. I just need it out of my face for work."

"Then put it in a little bun!" I squeaked, my hands still tangled in his curls. Truthfully, I knew what I was doing was childish, but something about his longer hair made my whole body light into a beautiful flame.

Spencer rolled his eyes jokingly, pulling me to him for a heated kiss to nicely say, shut up. After a moment, he pulled away, leaning his forehead on mine before kissing the tip of my nose.

"I'm getting it cut tomorrow. End of story. So say goodbye to my 'Jesus Reid' haircut," he said, cupping my jaw with his right hand, as he ran his thumb gently along my lips. I sighed in defeat, tugging on Spencer's hair slightly as a whine slipped past his lips.

That's when I got an idea.

I tugged his head all the way back, littering kisses on his neck and sucking on the soft tissue of his skin lightly. Spencer whimpered softly, the sound and his hair woven between my fingers making fire burn course through my veins.

"Aren't you gonna miss me yanking on it?" I asked innocently, showing off my best puppy eyes before I kissed the column of his throat.

"You'll be able to yank on my new hair." he stated simply, gripping my hips with more power.

"But it won't be the same!" I groaned, throwing my arms loosely around his neck. Spencer laughed once more at my dramatics.

"Y/n, I'm getting my haircut tomorrow. There's nothing you can do about it! Now, we have the whole night ahead of us, and if you want to get one last yank on my hair, I suggest we begin now." he said smugly, and I giggled bashfully; following Spencer to the bedroom to begin our fun 'adventures'.

Let's just say: he and I didn't get much sleep that night.

--

The next morning, I awoke to Spencer shutting our apartment door as quietly as possible.

That's when it hit me.

He got his haircut!

I hopped out of bed, rushing into the living room to find Spencer. His beautiful hair had obviously been cut a few inches shorter, giving him a sort of prince look.

And I swear to all things holy, my heart stopped beating.

OH.

MY.

GOD.

I felt heat flood throughout my body as he turned around, his hair sort of messy-- although extremely charming.

I walked up to him, running my fingers through it as he laughed.

"Well good morning to you too." he greeted, planting his hands on my waist before asking me a quick, "How do you like it? I think I'll change it soon but it's good enough for now."

"No!" I squeaked, feeling my cheeks warm up as I pulled him to me, kissing his lips fervently as I whimpered against him.

Spencer was about to put his hands on my face before we heard an incessant ringing from his bag.

"Fuck," he breathed, kissing my lips softly before fishing for his phone that was hidden away in his satchel. He retrieved it, flashing me the screen to show me who was calling. Damn it! It was Hotch. 

Spencer answered it, holding the phone up to his ear as I made my way to him, beginning to suck on his neck and collar bones as he spoke. "O-Okay, yes I-I'll tell her. A-alright. Bye."

He hung up, groaning softly when I sucked on the sweet spot of his neck. "Y-Y/n, we have a case, baby."

I sighed, kissing my way up to his lips.

"So I'm guessing you like my hair?" he chuckled, and I nodded fervently, biting my bottom lip. 

"Good." 

Spencer smiled, bending his neck down a bit to lightly kiss my lips, before telling me we had to go as soon as possible.

I reluctantly agreed, wanting more from him but turned around and walked back to our bedroom as I began to get ready.

A few minutes later, we each grabbed our things and headed out the door to the BAU jet to do the briefing of the case.

Oh, boy.

This was going to be a long one.

--

We had made it on the jet, the team's reactions to Spencer's haircut full of hilarity.

JJ was the first to say something, who did a swift, "Well, hello."

Spencer had pressed his lips into a thin line, a confused look on his face as he looked around; seeing the team member's stare.

Hotch was next to say something, in which he furrowed his bushy eyebrows together to prompt the question that made the whole team burst out laughing: "What, did you join a boyband or something?"

Spencer's eyebrows crinkled together as he spouted, "W- No."

"Awe, come on guys I love it." I said, taking a hold of Spencer's hand under the table as he smiled at me, his cheeks a light pink.

"That's because you're in love with him, pretty girl." Derek teased, flashing a toothy grin at me as I felt my face get warm.

The team laughed a bit more, agreeing with Derek's sentence before Hotch began the briefing.

Our case was based in Boise, Idaho.. Apparently, a serial killer had been revealed to have been posting his murders on the Internet, accumulating quite a collection of fans in the process.

Ew.

Disgusting.

Now, we were about an hour into the plane ride, and I tried distracting myself with my book, but I just couldn't.

I couldn't stop myself from staring.

He was so addicting to look at.

He noticed my gaze on him as he looked back at me. 

"What?" he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

"I think Y/n likes your new hair, Reid." Emily said, causing the others that weren't asleep to look up from what they were doing to joing in on the conversation.

"Ooh, I think pretty girl has a hair fettish," Derek chuckled, poking me in the ribs as I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Wh-! I do not!" I exclaimed, feeling a blush color my face.

"No, I think you do." JJ smirked, laughing with Emily.

Thank God, Rossi's asleep.

"She definitely does," Spencer piped up, his face and tone completely innocent.. As though he was about to state one of his fun facts. Which I guess in a way this was a fun fact.. Fun for everyone else except me.

I looked at him incredulously, hitting his chest lightly.

"How do you figure?" I asked, crossing my arms in front of my chest, daring him to say another word.

"Well when I got home this morning from the parlour and you saw me, you did this thing you do when you are about to orgasm," he explained, beginning to talk with his hands.

"Oh, what does she do, boy genius?" Emily asked, leaning over to get in on the fun. I could not believe what I was hearing.

"Her breathing gets heavy and she has to hold onto something.. Usually that 'something' is my hair, but when she first saw me she gripped the back of the couch. Then she was kissing me alot and running her fingers through my hair. She whimpered a little bit too, which is something she also does when she is about to-"

"O-kay! Can we stop talking about me and orgasms?" I asked, hiding behind my hands in embarrassment.

"You asked me how I knew you had a fettish and I explained." Spencer said in a sing-song tune, the team member's laughing which eventually woke Rossi up.

"Wh-what are we laughing at?" he asked in a dazed state, his eyes barely open.

"I don't think you want to know," Hotch said, arching an eyebrow as he looked back down at his case files.

"No, I want to know." he shrugged, nodding his head. 

My eyes grew wide at Derek's response:

"Apparently, when Prettygirl is about to have an orgasm she whimpers. Oh, and she also has a hair fettish...Specifically with Spencer's hair."

"Dio mio! I did not want to know that!" Rossi cried, making me slap myself in the face as I groaned in embarrassment.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed, cringing as I realized that Derek had practically told my grandfather about my sex life. "I'm going to get more coffee."

"Ooh, can you get me some?" Spencer asked.

"No." I said simply over my shoulder, throwing Spencer a pointed look.

I poured myself another cup of much needed coffee before Spencer walked up beside me.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I was just explaining facts to the team." he said softly, and I began to feel bad for making him think I was angry at him.

"Spence, it's okay, really," I laughed, and I saw a wave of relief wash over his features. I kissed him gently, tugging on his hair as he whimpered. "I guess I could always just tell the team that you whine and beg when I pull your hair." I whispered, untangling my fingers from his hair as I kissed him softly on the lips, Spencer's face a bright red.

"I must really like your new 'do, Spence."

And with that, I walked away, smirking at Spencer immediately throwing the washroom open, locking the door behind him.

He didn't open it until fifteen minutes later.