#i had to have known i would someday find that note and it would bring me joy again. thanks for the laugh past me ily x

[malf-oy]

was reading through my notes of an abandoned wip of mine from four years ago and-- y'all. i just. (ref)

[springalwayscomes]

Closer (Teaser)

Read Closer here

Plot: To have each other close is something that you both always wanted, in a way or another. It’s just that… close is not close enough anymore for Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Y/n

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Domestic, Humor, Friends to Lovers

Wordcount: 27k

Author’s Note: Hello! I hope you’ll like this little teaser, I will publish the story on the 16 of July. I loved writing this, it was an emotional rollercoaster and I honestly can’t wait to post it. I really hope that you’ll like it🥺

If you want to be tagged in my taglist to read this work when it will come out and my others please let me know under this post or here! Also, asks and messages are always welcome, I would like to speak with you all from time to time!💜

Jungkook walked in on you using your vibrator as a microphone when you were nineteen, lipsynching as if your life depended on it. He had laughed so fucking loud that time that you still feel your ears grow red when you think about it. He has teased you for it from the moment it happened, still does it now.

Back then, it was so freaking hilarious he would bring it up every time you were too mad at him, to make you laugh it off and let go of the heavy atmosphere creating between you every time you used to fight as teenagers.

Five years afterwards, as of now, he still thinks about it from time to time. It makes him giggle when he’s in the middle of a meeting at work, when he has a stressful day, when he’s just laying in bed with his head empty. Usually, that would be the case. Now that you’re sitting on his couch with a bag of pop corns squished in your hands while the tv is playing though, is a new circumstance.

«What are you laughing at? You’re so loud» you wince at him, monotone and annoyed.

He licks his lips, shaking his head.

«Your vibrator still haunts me»

It takes you less than two seconds to realise what he’s talking about.

«You’re so annoying. Should I bring up the time you farted out loud in class too?»

«That’s not the same,» he laughs «I told you that I wasn’t feeling good but you insisted on going to class anyway»

«You didn’t go for three days straight-» you fight back, stopping yourself when the camera points on Park Seojun.

«Gosh, this man. I’m gonna marry him someday» you sigh dreamily. Jungkook snorts.

«Cause I was sick?» he opens the fridge.

«You drank with Jin the night before. You shouldn’t drink if you’re sick. Maybe that’s why you couldn’t hold it until class was over»

«You’re so noisy» he rummages through the shelves, finally finding the bowl of strawberries he was looking for.

«Want some?»

You quickly glance at him over the counter, pop corns stuffing your mouth full.

«No, thanks. I’m full with these»

He gets a spoon from the drawer, walking back to the sofa.

«The face you made when I walked in is still funnier than-»

«When you farted in front of the class?» you cut him off, trying to get some sense in his head.

«Hell, yeah» he laughs.

«You literally-»

«Okay, now stop!» you slap his ass before he gets a chance to sit down.

«Oh, yes keep going» he fakes a moan. You literally want to slap him hard enough to make him stop being an idiot, but you have to hold yourself back.

«Just shut up and let me see Park Seojun» you shake your head. Jungkook gets a spoonful of strawberries into his mouth, eyes falling on the screen and eyebrows pinched together.

It’s a Saturday, thanks God the both of you don’t work on weekends, so usually you both find yourself on the sofa, watching a movie or just messing around. You’ve known each other since you were sixteen, so to say that you’re pretty comfortable with each other is an understatement. Even when you first met him, the nineteen years old Jungkook never made you feel uneasy. You were inseparable. Best friends that used to sleep at each other’s place every three to four days because you were just used to it. It was natural, so natural that a lot of the people around you thought you were a couple. Back then, you would grimace and shake your head vividly, not even giving it a thought. Jungkook would laugh it off, heart beating loudly in his chest every time anyone made him imagine how it would’ve been.

«Do you still have it?» he asks, voice low as he stares at the screen.

«What?» you murmur. He doesn’t answer, his spoon scraping against the plastic of the bowl to get as much strawberries as he can into his mouth. He munches on them, gulping down and enjoying the sweet taste.

«That vibrator»

«Jungkook! What kind of question is that?» you stop the drama, his thigh getting hit by the remote.

«I was just asking!» he raises his hands as to make sure you understand he meant no harm, the bowl now sitting on his lap.

«Why would you ask that?» your tone makes his eyes smile first, as he always does. His eyes smile first, then his lips just follow.

«Why are you so sensitive about it? I won’t ask, but we both know you still use it» he gets up from the couch, getting to the sink to put the empty bawl inside.

«We say filthier things when we’re in bed!» he goes on from where he’s standing at. Your head is going to explode. It’s at times like this that you rethink about your life choices. From being sixteen and dumb, until you’re twenty four and ending up with sleeping with your best friend.

«In bed! Leave those for when we’re in bed!» you fight back, another pop corn getting shoved into your mouth.

«Okay,» he appears by your side «wanna go to bed so I can ask you?»

[natsukishinomiyaswife]

⋆ 𝓒𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓓𝓲𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭: 𝓓𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓑𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓼 ⋆

Please note: This is a repost from my old blog, @sugarcookiesheep!

Domestic Bliss was a series I was doing featuring most of the Twisted Wonderland cast as fathers, and what their child/children are like! (With the Reader being referred to as mom!)

I had only completed Riddle and Cater’s parts (while posting sneak peaks of others), and I may come back to it someday! Until then, enjoy! ♡

⋆ As a father I believe that Cater would be easygoing, taking things as they come and adapting depending on the situation. His child would never have to be afraid to go to him for anything, whether it be to talk or in general. At times it may seem like he acts more like a friend rather than a parent (especially when his child is older) but that’s just because of how comfortable his child is around him. They can be open and honest with him, without worry of harsh judgment or needing to keep secrets. That’s not to say that Cater won’t give his opinion, making it known when he disagrees with something. It’s always with good intentions though, simply wanting the best for them. The type of parent that wants to capture every moment of his child’s life, leading to lot’s of pictures and videos. Everything from small moments to significant milestones like first steps, first words, etc. He’d keep up with all the latest trends and social media the kids are into, including whatever hobbies or interests his child has. He’d evolve from being “cool” to being “embarrassing” as his child got older, but affectionately.

⋆ Cater’s daughter would have a love for media, just like her father! She’s one of those babies that gets so excited whenever her favorite cartoon or character pops up on tv, babbling and bouncing up and down in excitement. She’d slowly move herself as close to the tv as possible in her baby roller walker, her attention focused on what’s happening on screen. If you or Cater turned off the tv or changed the channel she would immediately start crying, making grabby hands at the screen in an attempt to bring it back. You guys would take this into account when purchasing a vehicle, getting one of those family sized cars that can play movies and shows. Road trips had never been more peaceful, though you had to get used to listening to the same movie/show over and over again.

⋆ She has a plush toy of her favorite character that she treasures and always carries with her, like a security blanket. Even when it becomes old and torn you wouldn’t even think of replacing it, knowing how upset and distressed it would make her. You or Cater try your best to patch it up when needed, having to sew or restuff them. No matter the quality of your work, your daughter loves and appreciates it every time. She’s just happy to see her beloved friend feeling better!

⋆ Once she was a bit older Cater decided to get her a small tablet (the kind intended for kids), and to say she was glued to it would be an understatement. Wherever you went she’d bring it with her, either immersed in her favorite shows or walking around taking photos of anything she could. Much like her father she loves to take pictures and enjoys any opportunity to take some, preferably of you or Cater or her beloved plush friend. Though most times in her enthusiasm the pictures will be blurry or out of focus, Cater will always encourage her and treats every picture she shows him as the best photo he’s ever seen. He’ll also give subtle tips or suggestions to help her pictures come out more clear without discouraging her work.

⋆ Even as she gets older she still finds comfort in her favorite show/character, still carrying her beloved plush wherever she goes. She’ll usually keep them in her bag when at school or in public, having them peek out a bit so she can reassure herself of their presence. When she’s feeling anxious or upset she’ll give the plush some pets, the soft texture helping calm her down. If someone tried to make fun of her or (heaven forbid) take the plush from her, you and Cater would comfort her, making it known to the teachers/parents involved that you wouldn’t tolerate this type of behavior. 

⋆ If it were your daughter’s “friends” doing this, Cater would sit down with her and have a private discussion about it. He’d listen to her, giving her a shoulder to cry on if needed and gently giving his own thoughts on the matter. Once things settled he’d lighten the mood by redirecting the subject to a funny video he saw or a cute picture he wanted to show her, getting the smile back on her face. Cater can’t help the joy he feels when she makes some new friends who respect her boundaries and even enjoy the same show she does, asking if she’d like to invite them over for a slumber party sometime. Of course, she’d have to ask her mom first (You said yes, just as happy for her as Cater)

⋆ While your daughter does have a sweet tooth, she prefers savory food like Cater does. When she does have something sweet, it’s usually a salty sweet combination like chocolate covered pretzels or a sweet and spicy combination like chocolate with chili powder/extract in it. She has a high tolerance for spicy food and seems to enjoy anything that has a bit of a kick, so if you’re not a fan of spicy things (or don’t have a high tolerance for it) you make sure to cook your food separately from theirs. (and not to accept if they offer you a bite of their food, you learned that early on way back when you and Cater first started dating)

⋆ One thing about your home is that it’s always lively, Cater and your daughter turning on some music to sing and dance whenever they have to do chores. It’s because of this that you and Cater decided to start having a family karaoke night, usually held once a week during the weekend. You move the furniture in the living room and create a make-shift stage, bringing out all kinds of props and costumes for people to use or wear during their performances. At first it was just the three of you until Cater got the idea to invite his old club/bandmates to join in, Kalim and Lilia making sure to come whenever they’re available. Your daughter would even invite some of her friends to join in on the fun, doing duets with them while everyone clapped and cheered them on.

⋆ Cater would make sure to record the performances throughout the night and would take a group picture of everyone before they left, having a special cork board in the living room where he puts each new photo. You guys have fun looking at the photos and reminiscing about moments from past karaoke nights, talking in between laughs as you point at different pictures. 

⋆ Though you can’t help your bias when looking at the photo from your first karaoke night; you, Cater, and your daughter all squeezed together for a selfie. You’re all wearing a bunch of random things, from sunglasses to hats to feather boas, with the make-shift stage you made behind you. All three of you are smiling towards the camera, your daughter in between you both grinning from ear to ear. Looking at the photo always fills you with warmth and fondness. Cater says it’s his favorite and you can’t help but agree ♡

Originally posted: November 30th, 2023

𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾! ♡

[letters-from-dekarios]

(Dreuer is a middle aged tiefling durge warlock. He’s a gentle old soul, and from act 1 has always looked to Gale as a source of information and reassurance.

Their relationship is one of deep affection and sharp academic rivalry.

Post game, while largely living and working together, sometimes Dreuer’s research into Bhaal and Bhaalspawn takes him away from Waterdeep. On one of his adventures, he writes Home. This blog is absolutely delightful I hope you are having a lot of fun with it.)

Gale;

As expected, there is a wealth of information in Candlekeep, more so that I was able to find in Waterdeep. The Blackstaff should consider expanding.

This however is not the reason for my letter.

You explicitly stated you had not removed my dagger from my pack and yet it isn’t here.

Did it walk off on its own or did you once again go through my things looking for a letter opener?

It is not a letter opener.

Gale.

NOT a letter opener.

It would be beneficial for you to visit the athenaeum here when you are able to tear yourself away from the Academy. You might learn something.

Let it be known I also met a very kindly dog. His name was Arnold.

I do hope my correspondence hasn’t left you feeling too envious.

Yours always,

Dreuer.

Ps. I found the dagger, it was under my socks. But you are still on thin ice, love.

My treasured Dreuer,

I am glad to hear your adventure is serving your mind well. I’ll bring the consideration up to the Academy once I have a moment to review your findings when you return. You know I must go in prepared before their grimy hands can go about devouring any new information.

While I love you deeply, it is disheartening to hear you believe me to be a thief. I would never remove such a crucial piece of your pack from you, especially not with the journey to Candledeep.

I’m not sure whether to be more offended at the accusation or the insinuation that I do not know the difference between a letter opener and a dagger. That mistake only happened once! Yet you lord it over my head as if I would ever repeat it.

On an unrelated note, we do need to begin labeling our medicine bottles. They look far too similar to the dyes we have stored away and I will not elaborate any further.

Perhaps I may visit someday soon, but the ink wasted in writing your accusation could have served you some groundbreaking study time. Save your pages for the books you’ve yet to read, dear.

Give plenty of pets to Arnold from me, if you happen across him again.

I’m actually having quite a lovely time in Waterdeep with the pure silence surrounded by the hundreds of books I’ve already read. There’s not a lick of envy to be found within my heart, swear on my mother.

Eternally yours,

𝑮𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒔

P.S. I wonder how it got there! I may be talented, but my spells can’t reach far enough to move it. Maybe it was Arnold.

text reads: gale dekarios

writing this had me giggling so hard while imagining gale’s tone of voice. i can hear the sass as he writes it, repeating the words on dreuer’s letter in a mocking tone. like “yOu mIgHt lEaRN soMeThiNg” and then he goes and cries because he misses him and is definitely 100% jealous. ~kore

[criminalmindswhore]

Praying

This is definitely going to give off 2014 Wattpad vibes but sue me I guess.

Basically, Emily finds out you can sing during a random karaoke night with the team.

After the case you just had, hearing Morgan say, "Drinks when we land?" was music to your ears. You needed a whiskey as soon as possible to wash down the bad taste in your mouth. This case was full of bad fathers who spent years ignoring their mistakes. It made you sick and felt too close to home. Your own dad treated you awful your entire life just to act like nothing ever happened when you were an adult.

As soon as the plane landed you were en route to the bar, Rossi and Hotch being the designated drivers. In your work clothes still, you all filled into a booth at the bar closest to the BAU. Your blazer is long discarded into your go bag, sleeves rolled up on your button-up. Emily could sense your anger from a mile away, holding your hand under the table to let you know she knew. Emily knew about your relationship with your parents and from the second the case was presented it would mess with your head.

Penelope slid into the booth beside you as she met you guys there, "Guys, it's karaoke night!" She beamed with excitement as she filled out the slip to get in line. "Hey, Pen hand me one." You smiled at the blonde as her mouth hung open, "Y/n! You've never sung in front of us before!" She handed you a slip and a pink pen from her purse. Emily looked at you confused. You jotted your name down and song choice, "I can take both of ours up there Penny."

As Penny finished absolutely rocking a Brittany song, you heard your name be called to sing. A knot formed in your stomach knowing the reaction that was to come from your performance but, singing always helped you cope so it was worth it, you hoped. Praying by Kesha started playing and the entire team immediately turned towards you. Penny smiling so big at you, phone out to record, Morgan staring at you with concern, and Emily. Your sweet Emily had moved to sit directly in front of the stage. She smiled at you sweetly as you started.

Well, you almost had me fooled Told me that I was nothing without you Oh, but after everything you've done I can thank you for how strong I have become

Tears welled in your eyes as your anger brew. Everyone in the bar was gone in your mind and, all that you saw was your dad. Screaming at you the day of your graduation, "You are never going to amount to anything."

'Cause you brought the flames and you put me through hell I had to learn how to fight for myself And we both know all the truth I could tell I'll just say this is "I wish you farewell"

JJ's mouth was wide open in awe. She knew you had theatre background but your voice was unexpected. Garcia reached over and grabbed Morgans's hand knowing the words were hitting him too.

I hope you're somewhere prayin', prayin' I hope your soul is changin', changin' I hope you find your peace Falling on your knees, prayin'

At this point hot, angry tears were rolling down your cheeks, Emily's too. Emily with childhood trauma of her own, knew that yours was totally different and could not imagine treating a kid that way.

I'm proud of who I am No more monsters, I can breathe again And you said that I was done Well, you were wrong and now the best is yet to come 'Cause I can make it on my own, oh And I don't need you, I found a strength I've never known I'll bring thunder, I'll bring rain, oh When I'm finished, they won't even know your name

Your anger was peaking as you hit the note at the end of the bridge, not caring about the accuracy of the notes. It was never to sound good, or have a healthy belt but to get some sort of release. The voice of your dad ringing in your ears, "Again Y/N, hit the note. Now." The karaoke version skips part of the song sending you into overdrive to prep for the whistle note.

Ah sometimes, I pray for you at night, oh Someday, maybe you'll see the light Whoa oh, some say, in life, you're gonna get what you give

You felt your hands shaking with anger as you grabbed the mic, pulling it off the stand and taking in a deep breath. You wanted to hit this note so loud he could hear it back home. Remembering how he never saw any of your shows, it took you over the edge.

But some things only God can forgive

You hit the note perfectly, holding it as long as your lungs would allow you. A deep burning in your chest cut you off and you finally opened your eyes, making eye contact with Spencer from across the bar. His eyes were full of tears. The show of emotion from the regularly held-together genius made you cry harder,

Yeah! (I hope you're somewhere prayin', prayin') I hope your soul is changin', changin' I hope you find your peace Falling on your knees, prayin'

The last line came out as a whisper and you put the mic back in the stand. Stepping off the stage, Emily wrapped her arms around you. She pulled your face into her chest to shield you from the crowd as you cried. People cheered, clapped, and some even awed. You let it all out on her chest, your shaky arms barely holding her back. Emily rubbed your head and whispered sweet nothings into your ear, "Let it all our sweet girl." After you finished crying, she wiped the tears off your face, blowing slightly to help your face dry. "You ready to go sit down and drink your whiskey?" You nodded and smiled at her, grateful for the woman you got.

Garcia was fast to stand up and engulf you in a hug, her phone still recording on the table, "Pen! You filmed me?" She smiled and wiped a tear away, "Well I tried but I got too emotional." Derek had a smug look on his face. You slid back into the booth now sandwiched between him and Emily. You took a swig from your glass letting the burning cold liquid soothe your now, sore throat. "What Morgan?" He chuckled and held his beer up to you, "I knew you had a secret talent Y/N, you were too boring." You scoffed at him as everyone laughed. Emily grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it, "Seriously honey, you have a wonderful voice." You smiled at her, nothing but love in your gaze.

Hotch finally spoke up, "We love you YN, you know that right?" He had a slight smile toying on his lips. You looked at him, "I do. You and Rossi have become the parts of a father I never got and I cannot thank you for it enough." He finally smiled fully and Rossi patted your back. Penelope finally broke the serious undertones of the conversation, "So Y/N I want to hear all about your past roles, right now." Side conversations started as you told Pen about every role, every show, and every mishap of rehearsals. Emily just stared at you, so glad you finally were sharing this side of you, even if it wasn't intentional.

[sorceresssundries]

Giveaway Piece <3

So, to celebrate 500 followers I did a little giveaway, which @littlelostmabari won!

I offered to write whatever she liked (within reason) and she had the lovely idea of snippets of her and her bestie's Tavs post-game, after completing their co-op play through together. So, this is the little tale of Enlee and Felendaera, and their ever-enduring friendship

It is early morning in Waterdeep, and Gale and Enlee are entwined together in that last precious hour of sleep. Their heads are full of waking birdsong and the wisps of soon-to-be-forgotten dreams. No tadpole. No quests. Just them, in their tower, with Tara purring contentedly and stretching out her paws at the foot of their bed.

Their home, the centre of their universe, is lighter now they live there together; more windows have been added, and sunbeams flood in to wash away the settled shadows of long-lost loneliness. Stacks of books now have plants balancing atop them, their tendrils coiling down to brush against well-loved pages. The scent of blooming flowers mingles with the faint aroma of parchment and ink.

In one corner of the room, a desk stands by a large window that overlooks the bustling city below. The desk is cluttered with arcane scrolls, ink pots, and worn quills. Amidst the organised chaos lies an opened letter, its parchment glowing softly in the morning light. 

Dearest Enlee,

Your letters bring me comfort and warmth in places where light doesn’t always reach. Astarion and I have been busy, leading the freed spawn through the Underdark and stomping out all kinds of vicious creatures. We came across an unusually large group of nothics at one point which almost got the better of us; luckily, they were no match for the paladin and her vampire. We may have gotten lost several times, a few times, once or twice, but that’s all part of the adventure!

We have been following the legends of artefacts, potions, or even spells that will once again grant Astarion the ability to walk in sunlight. He says if he can also find one that grants me eternal life, that would be a wonderful bonus…  we’re working on it.

After finding a (very boring) book on vampiric history, we learned of a rumoured cure for sunlight sensitivity. We managed to track down the author, a 600-year-old monster hunter who had dedicated his life to learning the intricate details of vampirism. Unfortunately, he turned out to be kind of a dick and attempted to attack Astarion, so I DID end up killing him. Understandable, I'm sure you’ll agree. Astarion was furious; and called me a ‘sexy, head-bashing lunatic’. I stand by my decision.

Anyway, Astarion wasn’t too mad to loot his corpse and found a few interesting clues as to where we should continue our adventure. We found a map, old and tattered, but still legible, pointing to a forgotten temple deep within the Underdark. According to the notes we deciphered, the temple is said to house a relic known as the Sunstone, a gem that holds the power of daylight. If the legends are true, it could be the key to Astarion’s freedom from the shadows.

The journey ahead promises to be perilous. The path to the temple is fraught with ancient traps and guarded by creatures of darkness. Yet, the prospect of giving Astarion the gift of sunlight fills me with a purpose I have not felt in a long time. I fight for him now, and for our long and happy future. I would fight the will of the sun itself if it meant granting him the life he deserves. 

The two of us are growing stronger together with each challenge we face, and every quiet moment in between. We’ve learned to rely on each other in ways neither of us expected.

We will press on, guided by the hope that someday, we will stand together with you again in the light of day, and my cheeks will be warmed by sunshine and the laughter you always gifted me. I’ll write to you again soon, my dear friend. Until then, know that your words keep me going in the darkest of times.

Love always, 

Felendaera

In a distant, glowing corner of the Underdark, Astarion and Felendaera are indulging in a sliver of welcome rest before their adventures continue. The pale elf carefully stitches together some of his beloved’s clothing, which has been ripped by one monstrous creature or another, whilst Felendaera rests with her head on his lap, reading a map of where they have been so far, and where their journey has yet to take them.

Mushrooms of varying colours and sizes cling to the face of a towering rock face above them, so high it is impossible to see the top. The pale blue light from the closest mushroom gleams against Astarion’s ashen skin, making him look even more corpse-like than usual. Felendaera longs for him to be bathed in light that warms him, and often thinks back to their days under the summer sun. She remembers how he’d turn his face to the sunlight like a flower drinking in sustenance or how, when they stopped to rest a while, he would always manage to find a spot in the brightest light, like a cat following a patch of sunshine that moves with the hours.

Their camp is a small glimmer amidst the vast darkness. A soft, worn blanket is spread beneath them, and their tent, pitched nearby, is barely a refuge from the dangers of the Underdark. Inside the tent, the remnants of their last looting frenzy are neatly packed away, and a lantern with a faint, magical glow casts gentle shadows on the canvas walls.

In the corner of the tent, a letter lies open atop a neatly folded cloak. Its edges are slightly worn, suggesting it has been read many times. The parchment is adorned with the familiar, flowing script of an old friend…

Dear Felendaera,

I hope you are keeping safe on your adventures. I think of you often and miss you always. Life has been a lot quieter since we last saw each other, but I am settling into life with Gale and finding joy in the quiet heartbeat of a well-loved home—a new concept for me.

The tower has been in a bit of disarray since I moved in. Gale continues to be very patient with my… intuitive… wildshape transformations. Recently, I thought there was an intruder and, as a completely understandable reaction, turned into an owlbear—a protective reflex, I guess. Anyway, I broke the bed. And some shelves… and the floor. It turned out it was just Gale’s mirror image doing the washing up. Luckily, he found it quite funny; Tara did not.

Tara has warmed up to me, although she still does not have much patience for my cat form. She thinks I am being ‘contemptuous’ when I meow at her during her complaints about me to Gale.

“Mr. Dekarios! Your partner is leaving hairs all over MY favourite sunspot again!”

“MR. DEKARIOS, Your live-in love interest has eaten MY fresh salmon! Please keep her meals separate from mine. I am not used to sharing, and my tolerance levels are diminishing at an ever-increasing rate. If she scares away the pigeons I have been patiently lulling into a false sense of security, I will be forced to serve her a notice of eviction.”

I think she likes me.

It was a struggle at first to adapt to city life. The scents and sounds are strange, and the people are often dishonest and rude, but together we’ve figured out a way to bring nature to the tower. 

Vines now wrap round its bricks and bloom flowers in all shades of blues and purples, birds nest in the rafters and sing their morning songs out to the sea. There is a garden, where plants grow fruits and vegetables for Gale to cook in our blissful evenings. He has introduced me to other druids within the city, and we often travel to the Ardeep Forest and meditate at the Green Glade and camp under the stars at the Dancing Dell. Here, I am free to run, swim and fly in whatever shape my soul shifts into, but I always fly back to Gale. Back to my home. 

Gale is a born teacher. He often tests his lessons out on me, and my magic usage has become much more refined. I can’t really sit still long enough to focus on a book, and all the long words are very boring. But sometimes, after listening to Gale, when the weave feels bright and familiar, I can smell the rosewater and taste its sweetness on the tip of my tongue. It moves through me as though it’s a strong autumn breeze, and I am made of leaves.

I can wield sharp purple magic I never accessed before, only for a few moments, when the weave sparks across my fingertips - and I have never felt stronger. 

One day i’ll be powerful enough to craft illusions and mirror images the way Gale does, and then i’ll meet you in all our favourite places. I’ll create stained-glass monasteries, and summer warmed campsites, and even the highest points of the city where we can sit on rooftops with our legs swinging and watch the world go by. 

I hope you are happy. I hope you are loved. I know you are the sunshine that Astarion has been missing and that you warm his days, just as you warmed mine. 

I miss you my friend, and will write again soon. 

Ruffle Astarion’s hair for me. He’ll hate it.  

Love always, 

Enlee 

In both of these places, - one high above and the other down below, another letter sits curled and opened. Two twins, identical in every way.

The frail script, although recently written, feels ancient and hallowed.

Esteemed Guests,

It is with great reverence and peculiar delight that I extend this invitation to a gathering most deserved.

In a tenday’s time, there shall be tales of valour shared and goblets raised to fallen allies. We shall convene at the place where camp was first found, where strangers became comrades.

Come as ye are, and know that the bounds of the living and the departed shall blur, and all shall find solace and camaraderie within these sacred celebrations.

May this be a night to seal the bonds forged in battle, to cherish the echoes of past deeds, and to cast an eye towards adventures which may yet call for your valour...

Thy journey doth continue, the dice must roll again. 

With regards and curiosity,

Your loyal scribe. 

[taito-division]

Night had long since set on the Division of Taito, and Azusa Furukawa was inside her family home, preparing to head to bed after a long festive day. Suddenly, she heard a sharp knock at the front door. Curious as to who could be visiting her at this hour, Azusa stood from her spot and headed to the door, careful not to wake her father, who had fallen asleep. Softly opening the door, Azusa was treated to the sight of nothing at her doorstep until she looked down and spotted 2 boxes on the ground addressed to her. Leaning down, Azusa reached down and picked the boxes up, bringing them inside. Grabbing the smaller box first, Azusa began to open it.

Inside the first box was a copy of The Book Five Rings by the famous samurai Miyamoto Musashi.

Inside the second box was a naginata colored prominently in purple and gold with a tomoe symbol on the weapon. Alongside the weapon was a note that Azusa picked up and began to read.

Azusa-san,

Happy Birthday. I hope you’re finding it quite enjoyable. The blade is a little gift from me, fitting for someone known as Onna-Musha. Perhaps one day we can spar together.

– Yuriko K.

Azusa's mouth fell open for the umpth time today as she stared at the beautiful weapon before her. This was the second of the pair of weapons she had received today, but it was far from unwelcome. Truthfully, she was glad to have more weaponry. After Chuohku took over control of the country of Japan and passed the H-Law, all forms of bladed weaponry and firearms were both banned and outlawed. Although Azusa still had her family's ancestral blades, she knew better than to wave them around in public, less she cause Chuohku to come knocking on her doorstep.

Looking at the long blade weapon once more, the dojo instructor placed her left index finger on the blade. Wincing in pain, she looked as a thin line of blade appeared on her finger, which revealed just how sharp the blade was. She'd have liked nothing more to partake of this weapon, but it was getting late and the last thing she wanted was to disturb her father. Placing the naginata back in the box, she took both it and the book she had been gifted back to her room, making sure she stepped quietly.

Upon arriving, she gently and tenderly placed the box with the naginata inside along her room's far wall, making a mental note to use it in the morning. For now, Azusa decided she would make use of Yuriko's other gift, the book written by one of the greatest swordsmen in the history of the world. Taking one last look at the naginata's box, she smiled.

"Yuriko-san," Azusa said to herself. "I hope someday in the future we can cross blades against one another."

[lsvdw-blog]

For Choosing Me (2/?)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x f!MC

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings; Rating: None; General

Premise: Serena and Ethan grow closer and get paired up for a school project.

Author’s Note: Catch up here. I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading 💖

“Bye, dad!” Ethan rushes out of the car, shutting the door with an emphatic push, speed walking to the quad. 

The only two kids to arrive well before the first bell, he spots Serena already there as he goes up the ramp, a smile overtaking his features. 

“Hey,” he breathes out when he reaches their table.

“Hi.” She smiles up at him and he trips as he takes a seat.

Serena gasps. “Are you okay?!” 

“Yes, yeah, I’m fine. Must’ve been a big rock there.”

Serena eyes him curiously as he rubs the back of his neck. As Ethan takes a seat, he unzips his backpack, bringing out the book he had packed so carefully the night before. 

He sheepishly slides it across the table to her. 

“It’s about the trials and tribulations of ER doctors and nurses. I thought you might like to read it, since you want to be a doctor someday.” 

Serena looks from the book to him, her eyes wide in surprise. She hadn’t thought he heard her confession the other day. 

“This is very thoughtful of you, thank you,” she says, reaching for the book. 

She carefully turns it around in her hands, as if it’s precious, before placing it in her bookbag. 

“I’d like to be a doctor, too.” 

The excitement on Serena’s face as she starts interrogating him about this newfound information conjures up a small smile on Ethan’s face. They chat animatedly about their common passion: how they want to be a positive force in patient care, how they’re fascinated by lesser known diseases, and how they want to defeat the mysteries that defeat others.

A light fall breeze blows, rustling the trees and their just-changing leaves. Serena closes her eyes and relishes in the feeling. 

Ethan can’t help but admire her — how peaceful she looks and he finds himself wanting to know even more about her. 

“Why do you get to school so early?” 

Serena bristles for a split second before her eyes open and land on him. 

“I apologize, I didn’t mean to overst—”

“No, no, it’s fine.” 

Serena pauses, contemplating whether she should tell him the truth or make up something to throw him off the trail. 

But as she’s looking into his cerulean eyes, all she can find is genuine curiosity. And despite only knowing him for a couple of weeks, for some reason, she knows that she’s safe with him. 

“My parents are immigrants and they started from nothing when they came here. They do whatever it takes for my brother and I, so they go into work before the sun is up.” She shrugs, nervously tucking her hair behind her ears.

Ethan has the sudden urge to comfort her, quietly taking in what she just shared, honored that she imparted something so personal.

“Why do you get here so early?” 

Ethan hadn’t thought this far ahead — hadn’t entertained the idea that she would reciprocate the question. 

But unlike Ethan, Serena doesn’t try and hastily take it back. She waits patiently, eyes wide and welcoming.

“Uhm, my dad is”—Ethan clears his throat awkwardly— “he’s a cable repairman. So he also works early in the mornings.” Ethan looks down, breaking eye contact.

How was he going to tell her that Alan is a newly single dad, his mother having abandoned them without a trace? 

Serena can tell that’s not the full story, but she doesn’t push. 

He can decide to share if and when he’s ready. 

Just then, the bell rings as a five minute warning for first period. Serena grabs her backpack and stands, swinging it over her shoulders. 

“Same time tomorrow?” 

Ethan can’t help but smile at her cheeky question. “Yes.” 

Serena returns his smile and gives a little nod. She turns to leave, but hesitates, body halfway facing him. 

“No one’s ever cared enough to ask before. So… thanks for asking.” 

And with that, she’s gone, trekking her way across campus for her first class of the day.  

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As the days go by, Ethan finds himself actually looking forward to getting to school early. He’s always enjoyed school, absorbing all of the material taught to him. But now, he’s excited for an entirely different reason. 

Serena. The girl with the butterfly clips in her hair who also wants to be a doctor. 

Every morning, they greet each other and delve deeper into their shared love of reading and career aspiration, and passion, of becoming a doctor. They speak rapidly, this being their only time throughout the day where they can talk, uninterrupted, about the things that light up their souls. 

But that’s not to say they don’t notice each other, and how different they are, in their classes together. 

While they’re animated and playful during their conversations, Serena notices that Ethan has created quite the reputation for himself outside of those early morning chats. He’s a know-it-all; condescending and entitled. Always trying to one-up their teachers. 

People visibly cringe when he speaks, others holding their breaths — Serena being one of them. No one dares contradict him and they all say silent prayers to not be partnered with him for any assignment. 

Not that Ethan seems to care, perfectly content in his ways. 

On the other hand, Ethan notices how Serena has retreated back into her shell by the time classes begin, all traces of her pearly smile gone; she cuts a solitary figure, only speaking when spoken to, silently taking notes otherwise. 

Not that Serena wants it to be this way; having been rejected from multiple cliques, she still eats lunch alone.

~ October: 6 Weeks Later ~

“Please move to sit with your partner and begin discussing the project when your pairing is announced,” Ms. Jackson, their honors chemistry teacher, announces.

Serena’s heart immediately begins to beat faster. She’s never been a fan of group projects; she always ends up being paired with someone whom she couldn’t be more different from and ends up doing all of the work.

She sighs. Why would this time be any different?

Serena packs up her things on the desk as Ms. Jackson goes down her list. 

“Ethan Ramsey and Serena Harlow.” 

Serena freezes, her hand holding a book hovering above her backpack.

Chemistry is her worst subject and if she’s being honest, she’s struggling in the class, not really knowing what’s going on. How was she going to make it through a month long project with Mr. Perfectionist who speaks to every classmate like they have two brain cells? 

Before she can answer her own question, Ethan has sat himself down beside her. 

“Hi, partner,” Ethan cheekily says. 

Serena glances at him briefly with wide eyes, betraying her trepidation. 

“Hi,” she responds slowly, after a brief pause. 

As Serena turns away from him, looking down at her desk, Ethan’s eyebrows furrow.

“How do you want to tackle this project of making perfume? We get to extract our own scents!”

Serena shrugs, continuing to avoid eye contact. “However you want is fine with me.”

Ethan frowns. Sure, Serena may be quiet and hesitant with other peers, but she’s always been exuberant with him. The fact that she’s treating him like everyone else befuddles him. 

Especially since they’d spent the last six weeks talking and getting to know each other every morning, veering more and more into who they are, versus solely conversing about their respective futures.

But if he allowed himself to be honest, he’d admit that this sudden change in behavior from Serena towards him not only confused him, but also made him sad. 

And if he continued down that road of honesty, he’d realize that this sadness didn’t make sense to him — he’d never cared how others behaved towards, or around, him before.

But now, he has an uneasy feeling in his chest. 

[mulcenary]

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗋𝗎𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 ? 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾 ?

[ 𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗎𝗑 & 𝖼𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗇 & 𝗁𝖾 / 𝗁𝗂𝗆 ]. / / 𝚄𝙽𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 ’1992’, subject: 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑. according to our records, they are 𝗍𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒 𝗇𝗂𝗇𝖾 years of age and their last known status of employment is 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗒. our sources in the field have described their behavior as 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗍, but assure us they have the potential to be 𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾. we've observed they seem to have a personal attachment to 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, though our research on 𝗃𝖺𝗄𝖾 has only just begun.

⌗ 𝙽𝙰𝚅𝙸𝙶𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 ⁝ 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗈, 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽.

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: jake muller. 𝐀𝐆𝐄: 29. 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑: cis man. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: he / him. 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘: bisexual. 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: mercenary. 𝐏𝐎𝐁: edonia. 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒: mother deceased. father albert wesker, deceased. 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌: archie renaux. 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: 6 ft 3.

↛ jake was born in a single parent household, after his mother, who'd been spending time in the united states, returned to her home country upon falling pregnant with albert wesker's child. she would bring him up constantly reminding him to show his father respect and clearly still thought fondly of the man, though jake always privately regarded him as the dead - beat that ran out on them and couldn't begin to understand her loyalty to a ghost.

↛ his mother was chronically ill and he did the best he could to take care of her, as she did with him. sometime in the early 2000's, she fell extremely ill and jake sought out quick means to support her and their arrears. that came in the line of mercenary work, where he started with the edonian liberation army. only in hopes of affording better care. completely unskilled and unqualified, he was quickly drilled by an instructor to teach him not only to fight, but to trust and support his unit. sadly, poor and barely able to keep up with the costs of daily living, his mother fell to her sickness. the last thing she left him was a note that read: 'i love you, jake. i'm so sorry to have to leave you like this. please forgive me. and please, don't hate your father. i'm sure he loves you and is thinking about you, and i know you two will find each other someday. stay strong..'

↛ he traveled all across the world. by 2009, he was operating with the same unit in south america when it was wiped out by an ambush. he survived by fighting them off hand to hand combat. eventually, it was discovered that the ambush occurred because the trainer sold them out. from that point forward, he lost his faith and trust in others, and for the next three years built up a reputation in not caring for the ideologies of those he fought for. working for various paramilitaries, his lack of conviction became more and more known.

↛ he'd grown to feel like he was alone in the world, and his heart was now hardened. his only concern was for money, even though he no longer had a pressing need for it.

𝐫𝐞𝟔 ↛ 2012. unaware of it, he was being investigated by both the us government and  the family, an american - based organization involved in bioweapons development. the family sought to capture him to serve as a test - subject for c - virus research in using his antibodies to naturally select mutant strains that could be superior while the us government sought after him as his antibodies were crucial in vaccine research. he would eventually meet sherry and strike a $50 million dollar deal for the us, but they would be captured later and experimented on in lanshiang for six long months. long story short, they escaped and helped stop both simmons and carla from unleashing another virus onto the world.

↛ in the aftermath, he lowered his cost to $50 dollars only because of sherry. his connection to albert wesker was promised by the government to be kept confidential because they realized that knowledge could very well push the world to the brink again. he resumed his mercenary lifestyle, living in his version of peace when this year, he'd been ambushed not once, but twice by knowers of his father's identity. that coupled with the recent small outbreaks of a new virus in america has him suspicious enough to reunite with a few friendly faces in buffalo.

↛ he very much appears to be the same jake to those who don't know him well enough, or to those he won't let know him. at first glance, he's cold, callous, provocative, too sure of himself and taunting, simply because he still hasn't learned how to trust people completely. he has his small, small, barely noticeable circle of people that are able to be exposed to a softer side of him that does care, he's just super selective for who and what he cares for. though he's become more inclined to help.  his favored attacks such as upward palm thrust and downward piercing kick are identical to those used previously by his father. more so, he's also a talent in playing the piano and has the ability to learn foreign languages by only listening.

[sweetmemories2606]

GW 2022-Day 4:Tease

Honestly, the prompts this year were really good and inspired endless possibilities. Per usual, I chose angst and why not have have a go at what has become my favourite love triangle? 😏

Title: Yesterday

Summary: “I will do what I must. I hope you’ll understand.” They had always known this love couldn’t last, not when she was engaged to someone else. A burden Juvia could not escape when so many lives were at stake, but Gray was determined to free her. 

Word Count: around 600.

Link: FanfictionNet

I decided to tie the prompt to my Royal AU (Between Lies) but you don't have to read that one in order to understand this. If you have read it, did you also wonder what it would've been like if Gray had known about Juvia's secret identity and the engagement from the start? 👀

September X792

"Do not dare to do this!" Gray screamed and she flinched.

"Please, don't make this any harder than it has to be." Juvia turned her back to him, unwilling to gaze into those dark, alluring eyes.

"You think it is hard for you?" He approached her. "Can you imagine what it feels like for me?"

"I do not presume to know anything." She spoke firmly, but with a hint of shakiness.

"Juvia…" He called her name rather pleadingly.

"I have to go." She moved away, creating distance between them.

Gray sighed. "I don't get you. Yesterday you were kissing me and saying we'd work this out, but now you're telling me to leave."

Almost reaching the door, she froze. "Do not speak so loudly!"

He rolled his eyes. "We are alone. No one can hear us."

Juvia turned to glance at him, her expression panicked. "You can't tell anyone about this either. If people even suspect that we…"

With her attention on him, he pressed. "That we what?"

She hesitated. "No one must know."

"And no one will." He moved quickly, and closed the distance between them. Before she knew it, his arms were encircling her waist, trapping her. Juvia didn't fight back, knowing it was futile. Her hands were drawn to his chest as she placed one where his guild mark was hidden underneath his midnight blue shirt. After a moment, she glanced at him, conflicted.

"We should not."

"I know."

Then Gray was leaning in and she followed suit before their lips met in a passionate kiss. Her arms encircled his neck, bringing him even closer. They kissed eagerly, hungrily, like they would never kiss again.

Passion overwhelmed them, and the room. Anyone walking in would have no doubt about what this meant. Fortunately, though, they remained unwatched and uninterrupted.

After they had pulled apart to catch their breaths, Juvia admitted. "I can't resist you."

"Then don't." Gray whispered, leaning in to kiss her again, but this time softly and briefly. "Let yourself be mine."

"You know I can't do that." She reminded him, dejectedly.

He frowned. "There's no changing your mind."

Juvia loosened her arms around his neck. Fixing him with a melancholic smile, she tried. "What we have..this passion… it will fade someday. Then you'll be free to find someone else."

"Passion, you call it now?" His voice took on a bitter note. "Yesterday you said it was love."

"Yesterday I still had hope." She removed his arms from her waist and stepped away from him.

"You're giving up, then."

It wasn't a question, but she answered nonetheless. "I will do what I must. I hope you'll understand."

His face hardened. "This should not be your burden to take."

She moved towards the door again, not looking at him. "I don't have much of a choice."

Gray closed his eyes for a second, letting out a long breath, then opened them to reveal despair. "So you're going through with it. Nothing's changed."

"Nothing's changed." Juvia confirmed, but her regret was unmistakable.

He was about to say something else, ready to plead again, but then the door was opened and Invel walked in. "Your highness." He greeted her, politely.

She stiffened. "Is he waiting?"

He nodded. "The Emperor asked me to retrieve and accompany you towards the rehearsal dinner."

"Alright, then." Juvia nodded and, with one last glance at the ice mage, allowed Invel to escort her outside the room. Gray watched in desperation as the door closed behind her, but soon his expression shifted towards a strong resolve.

"I don't care what she says. I will find a way to stop this wedding."

[ryqoshay]

Putting on Hairs: Post Production - Kasumi's Gambit

Primary Pairing: N/A Starring: Shioriko, Kasumi Also Starring: Shizuku, Rina Secondary Pairing: ShizuKasu Words: 592 Rating: G Fandom: Love Live Nijigasaki AU: Vampires, Monsters Time Frame: Sometime after the main story Prompt: Chess

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Author's Note: Primary entry for the 10th

Summary: Kasumi and Shioriko play chess

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“Check.”

“Geh.” Kasumi hated that she flinched at the announcement from Shioriko.

She quickly scanned the board. She knew she needed to get her king out of check, but it was surrounded. The vampire’s buzzards had been circling for several moves and now they were closing in.

Here? No, that would bring the king into check again with the bishop. There? Nope, the queen covered that square. She would have to capture the offending rook. Nope again, none of her pieces could make such a move.

But! Her knight could block the rook! It would result in the knight being sacrificed, but then she could take it with her own rook when the knight was captured. Then she could take the queen. And then…

Kasumi grinned and moved her knight.

“Checkmate.” Shioriko said flatly after moving her queen.

“Wha…?” Kasumi collapsed against the back of her chair. “Ughn… I should have known better than to challenge someone half a millennium old to an even older game…”

How had it even come to this in the first place? Kasumi couldn’t even remember her original disagreement with Shioriko that led to the challenge. The restaurant where they were eating loaned out games so Kasumi figured it would be an easy way to settle the dispute. Unfortunately, all of the card games had been borrowed, and Shizuku had been teasing her about taking too long, so she had just grabbed the first board game she saw. And it had been chess.

“If you are implying that I have some sort of advantage due to my age,” Shioriko said, “I must point out that I have never played this game before.”

“But… but you didn’t even ask for an explanation of the rules or…”

“I looked them up once I saw the box you chose.”

“…” Kasumi continued to stare at Shioriko in disbelief.

“It is a zero-sum game with simple and straightforward mechanics. No luck is involved and one’s success relies solely on strategy.”

“In other words, Kasumi-chan is a bad tactician.” Shizuku poked her girlfriend’s cheek.

“Kasumi-san’s tactics were admirable, if predictable.” Shioriko stated.

“Which makes them bad.” Rina pointed out.

“Not you too, Rinako?” Kasumi groaned before sitting back up. “But seriously, you’ve never played chess, Shioko? Not even shang-shee?”

“Xiangqi.” Shioriko corrected.

“Yeah, that. So, you have heard of it.”

“It was a commonly played game in many Hunter camps.” Shioriko confirmed. “However, what time I could find for myself I preferred to spend reading.”

“But games are best played with friends.” Kasumi said.

“Yes, and Lanzhu preferred physical games that relied on strength and dexterity over those that required intelligence and wisdom.”

Kasumi made a mental note to challenge Lanzhu to a board game someday.

“Well, you have three friends here with you tonight that love board games.” Shizuku spoke up. “Why don’t we find one that allows for more players and perhaps as teams?”

“I’m on Shizuko’s team!” Kasumi announced immediately.

“Then Shioriko-chan and I will be your opponents.” Rina said.

“Come with me, Shioriko-chan.” Shizuku said as she stood from the table. “I think someone from each team should be involved with choosing the next game.”

“Find one with dice or cards or something.” Kasumi suggested. “Something with luck involved so Ms. Zero-Sum-Tactician doesn’t decimate us.”

“Are you implying my strategies would also be bad?” Shizuku raised an eyebrow.

“No! I… uhm…” Kasumi sputtered in a panic.

Shizuku smiled. Kasumi pouted. Shizuku laughed lightly.

“Anyway, let’s see what they have.” Shizuku said before leading Shioriko toward the game counter.

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Author's Note Continued: This was a really fun one to write. I love the idea of the highly analytical Shioriko just figuring out chess by quickly reading the rules and then being able to defeat someone like Kasumi. Now, Kasumi has canonically been depicted as being bad at games, but I can see her impulsiveness working against her in a game like chess, especially against someone like Shioriko, and doubly so if Shioriko is allowed all the time she needs to consider her moves.

Maybe Shizuku can have enough luck to balance things out for when they team up in a game centered around dice. But that's a story for another time.

And finally, I've got a ten day streak going with prior prompts now. Vampire was '21 and Buzzard was '22.

[thetreestumptherapist]

The Club of Heartbreak and Hope

I would like to completely informally invite yall to my totally unofficial and barely existing club: The Club of Heartbreak and Hope. I can't decide on a mascot but our Symbol is the Ace of Spades (♠) because of Cayde-6. (While editing this post, I think I have decided that we have a council of mascots. That being comprised of Cayde-6, Noble 6, Sergeant Johnson, and I had other people but I can't remember who they were right now.) And our "advisors" are currently Sundance and Colonel. I think our anthem/theme song is legends never die. (I discovered the song around the same time I found out about Cayde's first death and the vaulting of Forsaken and it made me think of him so that song is tied to him in my brain. I will be taking suggestions for a different anthem though.)

Conditions for joining: Have a favorite character that died and left behind a sense of duty and/or a legacy to be remembered forever. They do not have to be videogame characters. Movie, show, and book characters are also welcomed. (The sense of duty and legacy is not required but is highly recommended. If you had a beloved character die, please do not let their lack of unfinished business, etc discourage you from sharing with us.) OC's may be allowed. I haven't really decided yet. I say go for it for now, if they died and broke hearts doing so.

Rules: Only supportive speech will be used. It's ok if you don't care about someone else's character as much as they do, but don't say the character sucks or anything like that.

It's kind of hard to have this club and interact with it without having spoilers. But, please label them as spoilers and what the spoiler is from. Some people like a warning before a character dies so this would be a good place to find those warnings.

This is meant to be a place to vent and nerd out over our beloved characters. Even the ones we still have alive in our delusional headcanons.

I may change the rules as necessary but it will always be in the interest of keeping it a safe and unpolluted space.

I have no idea where this club will meet but if you make a post with this idea you can use #heartbreak and hope or #club of heartbreak and hope or #the club of heartbreak and hope or something like that to make your posts more findable for people in the club. (Note: I still don't understand hashtags. If they work they work. If they don't, they don't. 🤷‍♀️)

This is an idea I've had for awhile. I just hadn't thought of putting it here. I think it's best we remain a lurker style club. Kind of moving in the shadows, not really officially meeting at all. Barely existing in known media. But, we know who we are and we see each other when the tags are used and when we choose to interact with each other. That type thing. Go and do with this idea what you will. I am excited to see what happens with this. And may your broken heart find peace and healing.

Yes, there is a Cayde-6/Legends Never Die edit. I saw that it existed but haven't been able to bring myself to watch it. I just don't think I could handle the pain. Maybe someday. Eyes up Guardians.

I shared an extra edit because I came across it.

[angeloelip]

My Experience as a Senior in High School

All people say high school is the most memorable phase in every teenager’s life. In this stage you will be able to meet new people and experience new things. Which I certainly agree with. My life as a senior high school student was one of the most unforgettable phase in my life. It was at this phase I was able to build and rebuild connection with different individuals.

There are some whom I had already known for a year and more. Since they were either my neighbor, elementary classmates or junior high school classmates. While there are some whom I had no single idea on their personal identity yet. Nonetheless at the end of the day no matter how diverse all our personalities may seem, we are able to find a connection. That had lead us towards creating many good and memorable memories.

For me there are lots of struggles and learnings becoming a senior high school student.

But this experiences provide me more, that I prepares me to face my future.

I’m glad I was able to make it since many teenagers like my age don’t have opportunity to study maybe because of some life struggles like some of us needs to find work to support the family in very young age that it takes away the chance for them to have a brighter future.

I have also struggles too, I have a broken family and since then my Father don’t supports us so my mother is the only one that needs to stand and provide for all of us.

My older siblings don’t have a change to study in college, they all have graduated in High school in old curriculum. My older sister manage to enter college but don’t finish her first year due to financial hardship we are facing. She has now manage to get a job that can help to support the whole family.

My Mother supports us by selling foods in the street. Selling viand in the morning for breakfast and lunch in the afternoon. She also accept orders for catering. And I’m very thankful for that since I see how my mother struggles to do all of this while taking good care for all us.

She is the reason why I try to do my best to be able to achieve my dreams.

There are many things that make my experience has senior high school student thought me, experiences in dealing with many people and to show off my skills and talent.

Studying alone is fine, however studying with a group is much better. In Senior High School I was able to experience studying in a group. From time to time we ask each other questions regarding on the lesson being studied. In order to determine if we are able to familiarize and understand the content of the lesson. We would do a very swift recap of all the notes that we had studied together that made our lesson bearable.

I personally believe that it was the food that had bring us all together. Since all of us live far away from school. Foe that it is a wise decision to bring packed lunch and ate it at school to save money. But since we are all struggling we can’t afford to buy foods on fats food or cafeteria the reason we bring our own food.

I also experience performing, as it was one of the things we need to do for our some subjects.

It is one of the activities within the classroom that I am most excited of I always feel entertained and also to cope my stage fright. I’m not yet comfortable enough to stand in many audiences but I’m still working on that.

I know this stage of my life only prepares me to face the world in the future and all the experience and learnings I have learned in this stage will make me a better person someday.

I’m already in the edge of ending this stage and I know that I can face the next chapter entering to college with the help of my experiences being a senior high school student, friends, love ones and family. I can be the person I want to become in the future.

There will always be trials and struggles that will make it hard for me to achieve my goals, but I also learn that this journey this to have those for us to appreciate the victory we are working for.

I will do my best and give my all to achieve my dreams. I just need to pray that God give my mother more time to be with us so I can make her proud and let her experience my success.

[shammah8]

"Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known."

1 Corinthians 13:12

SUFFERING ACCOMPLISHES UNKNOWN PURPOSES

The Bible makes it clear that Christians will suffer. Some pastors have the idea that teaching this fact will drive away new believers. Note that when Paul travelled throughout Asia Minor, he told the new believers, “We must go through many hardships to enter the kingdom of God” (Acts 14:22). He was preparing them for the future as well as explaining their present situation. We should prepare for the same. Paul showed us an example of this when he prayed three times for the removal of his “thorn in the flesh.” Then he saw that it was God’s will for him, and he accepted it. (2 Corinthians 12:7-10)

When suffering Christians are not sure they are in the will of God they will be unsure if their suffering is really God’s will. However, our great God “works for the good of those who love him...” (Romans 8:28). If we consciously submit to His will, He will give His divine direction. Our suffering and persecution can be placed in His hands by an act of our will. No believer needs to suffer alone and in doubt. Commit it all to the Lord (Proverbs 16:3).

As a young Muslim boy, twelve years of age, Abdul experienced a tragedy that would change his life forever. Abdul drowned and was dead for more than an hour.

During his death he had a vision of angels coming to fetch him and then bringing him to a closed door. A man met him at the door and asked him where he was going. Abdul answered that he was on his way to heaven. The man answered that he would not be allowed in because Abdul still had a lot of work to do on earth. He woke up on his bed to find a pastor praying for him.

This happened twenty years ago and ever since, Abdul’s life has been changed. Even though Abdul only completed fifth grade in school, he is currently the pastor of a small church in a very poor village on the island of Mindanao in the Philippine Islands.

In his own words Abdul says, “I don’t understand God’s purposes in my suffering, but I now know the Lord.”

Abdul has a ministry in healing and is a source of great encouragement in his village.

Response

Today I will accept that suffering accomplishes purposes unknown to us now.

Prayer

Pray for Christians who are suffering today and cannot accept this as God’s will. Praise God that someday we will understand all things fully.

© 2013 Open Doors International. Used by permission

[jotatetsuken]

dear theodosia

≡ submission for: @mrskenmakozume’s “Oh, My Daddy” Collab <333 and my gift to Kento Nanami for his birthday ♥️ (kento nanami’s birthday special)

⊹ kento nanami x mrs.nanami!afab!reader (uses she/her pronouns) (sfw, slice of life, angst, fluff)

⊹ trope: established marriage, new parents ┊ wc: 1930

≡ inspiration: dear theodosia - leslie odom jr.& lin-manuel miranda and that would be enough - phillipa soo & lin-manuel miranda from the hamilton soundtrack; this video that was shared to me by @/mrskenmakozume (i urge y’all to please listen to the songs to understand the atmosphere)

≡ warnings: fear of parenthood (from both sides), pregnancy, reader is undergoing symptoms of postpartum depression, pet names (baby, love, sweetheart, I think?), majorly fluff (please lmk if i miss any more tags)

≡ beta reading: @benkeibear @mxonigirimiya (thank you so so much <33)

≡ networks: @tokyometronetwork @hanayanetwork @downtown-roponggi

≡ notes: happy birthday to my former salaryman turned sorcerer. ever since i started thinking, dreaming, watching and writing about you, i’ve fallen more in love with you every day. i know not everyone thinks of you as a favorite character, and it’s totally okay. here’s to finding someone like you irl <3 when dear theodosia played in my head, idk why but i so thought of nanami, and i had to do something regarding this. also, there is definitely a tatsu reference in this :D as always, likes, comments, and especially reblogs are appreciated.

Present Day

“Congratulations, Nanami-san! It’s a girl!” 

Time stood still in the delivery room for Kento Nanami as he tried to process the news the OBGYN had delivered. Not only were you and the baby okay, but you also gave birth to a baby girl. That too, on his birthday. He’d wanted it for a long time, and now that it was coming to reality, he felt his heartbeats pacing rapidly. 

His head then turns to you, as you lie there, heaving and panting with your hands splayed on your tummy, as your gaze fixates on him. He then runs by your side, holding one of your hands, tears welling up in both of your eyes, as you two shed tears of joy with the best news you could’ve heard in a long time. 

As the nurse immediately placed the tiny girl in your arms, you smiled at the baby, gently rocking her to put her to sleep. Both of you look at each other and at the baby as you break the silence, softly muttering, “Kento, we did it! She’s here! How are we going to…”

He then puts an arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer to his chest, shushing you calmly as you feel the rhythm of both of your heartbeats returning to their normal pace. He responded softly, “Baby, we’re in this together, and we’ll get through this together.” Remember when you told me when we were expecting and how both of us were scared?”

You nodded in agreement, “Yes, and I couldn’t imagine having anyone else to join me on this rollercoaster ride other than you. Now we have her.” He smiles at you, responding, “Yes, we do. We’ll give the world to her and, someday, she’ll blow us all away.” When you return to the room, you chuckle. “Kento, how funny that you loved that song so much that you sang it to her while I slept!” His mouth gaped wide open, exclaiming, “What?! There's no way you could have known,” and raising an eyebrow. Throwing a knowing smile his way, Kento understood that you blurted it out of him, causing a tint of blush to dust his cheeks.

Three years ago,

The salaryman-turned-jujutsu sorcerer knew very well that it’s a cruel world we live in today, with the balance of good and evil always being tipped either way. In the aftermath of all the cases he investigated and the amount of tears he had to wipe away, coupled with the personal losses he had to endure, had caused him to harden his heart towards the possibility of pursuing a family, let alone a romantic relationship. 

However, when you, a fellow jujutsu sorcerer, came into his life, he became so enamored with you that he realized he had to stop feeling that he couldn't provide for you. So, during your years of courtship, both of you worked harder than ever, and you realized that you wanted to be with each other for the long term.

One day, weeks into your engagement and months before your wedding, the two of you had discussed whether parenthood was something that was in the plan for the both of you. You then told him, “Kento, I’m not sure about being a mother. You see, the news that’s been spreading around everywhere? That scares me. It took me a while to even commit to you, let alone commit to raising someone. In addition, we're jujutsu sorcerers, and our jobs require us to be ruthless and cutthroat, so it's really difficult to demonstrate kindness and compassion. “I'm not sure if I'm ready to have a child yet”, to which he replied with a small sigh, “That's okay, baby. Whatever you decide, I’m there for you.”

You narrow your eyes at him, in confusion and say, “So, are you saying that even if I plan on not giving birth, or not having kids at all, would you still love me?” He then nods in agreement and responds, “Yes, because we have each other to love. I am irrevocably in love with you, flaws and all. In this world, as I’m a man, I’m supposed to be protecting you, especially from the world’s cruelties, but you’re someone who doesn’t need to be protected. You’re someone who has a heart that’s big enough to accept me. The fact that you chose to marry me, someone who thinks they’re unworthy of love, is, in fact, a miracle in itself. So, as a couple, we’re supposed to face what’s in front of us. Whenever you decide you want one, I’ll be ready, and even if not, I’ll still be here. We’re a team, and we’ll be a team, regardless. I’ll work hard to spoil you the way you spoil me.” This causes you to smile in awe of your husband-to-be as you hug him, thanking him for giving him the space you need.

Years after your summer wedding, in October, when you told him you were expecting, he got so teary-eyed that he vented about how scared he was to be a parent, more so than you, but you held his hand and assured him, “Kento, it's okay to be scared about being a parent. Being a parent is a lot of responsibility. I'm sure you'll do superbly, however. You are good with Yuuji, aren't you?” Kento’s friend and his senior at Tokyo Jujutsu High, Satoru Gojo, had entrusted a first-year high school student, Yuuji Itadori under his care, and as Yuuji came over a couple of times, both of you had been watching each other, and that’s when you realized that you needed to tell him that you were expecting.

Kento sighed and went back to sit on the living room couch to read a book. When you started humming and walking to him, sat by his side and sang a couple of lines while holding his hands, “I don't pretend to know the challenges you're facing, the worlds you keep erasing and creating in your mind, but I'm not afraid. I know who I married. So long as you come home at the end of the day, that would be enough—”

You stopped singing as you noticed Kento smiling at you while holding your hand and looking at your ring. With another hand behind your head, he brought it closer so that your foreheads touched each other, as both of you silently communicated that this was a new phase in your lives, one to endure together.

Three years later,

Ever since your little girl was born, as happy as you were for her birth, you have slowly retreated into a shell, unable to take care of yourself, let alone your child. Days, weeks and months would pass where you’d have sleepless nights, not feel hungry on occasion, and space out in situations, like the one time you let the milk boil over for too long, and with you especially having difficulty bonding with the baby, causing her to cry more. There were moments in your spacing out that even caused you to miss her first steps, and her first word: “Mamma.” Thus, there was more of “dadda” ringing in the house, than “Mamma.”

Kento, sensing that you were not your usual self, requested an extended paternity leave and rushed to your aid, taking care of the baby and encouraging you to go for therapy. A new normal was then established where he became a househusband like someone familiar, preparing your tiffin, pushing you to go to therapy to provide a change in environment for you, taking care of the baby by feeding her milk, changing her diapers, and putting her to sleep.

While with you, he didn’t lose his cool, and was very soft-mannered and kind towards you, but stern when he needed to be. He would hug you constantly, bathe you when you were unable to do so yourself, helped you vent out your feelings, and in the months that you were getting better, slowly, you even observed him singing “Dear Theodosia” to her to sleep. 

An unexpected smile appeared on your face as you remembered the time you were expecting. As you were half asleep, your baby girl kept moving around, so he splayed his hand on top of your tummy and sang to both of you to lull you both to sleep, “Dear Theodosia, what to say to you? You have my eyes, you have your mother's name. When you came into the world, you cried and it broke my heart. I'm dedicating every day to you, domestic life was never quite my style. When you smile, you knock me out, I fall apart, And I thought I was so smart.”

He then hummed for a moment looking at you with a smile, and continued, “If we lay a strong enough foundation, we'll pass it on to you, we'll give the world to you, and you'll blow us all away. Someday, someday...” His gaze shifted to you, and he could feel the rumbling in your womb subsiding and heard you snore softly as you both fell asleep.

You then realized that you were missing around the house and the joys of being her mother, and you decided to try to be there for her. So, Kento encouraged you every day, teaching you to prepare the formula, to change the diapers and bond with her, and the ways she nowadays likes to sleep.

That slowly provided you the confidence you needed to bond with your girl. You started holding her with confidence that was gradually building up, causing her to smile at instances. You got her to hold your finger while trying to walk, and that eventually lifted your spirits.

One day when your three-year-old girl quietly entered your bedroom, she crawled up to your bed, and lay in between Kento and you, starting to sniffle. “Mamma, dadda,” she whispered, causing the both of you to open your eyes, and Kento responds to her softly, “Yes, sweetheart, tell me, did you have a bad dream?” She nodded, sniffling. You stroked her coiffed blonde hair in order to calm her down. That’s when an idea popped in your head.

You then asked, “Is it okay if I could sing you to sleep along with your father? I noticed that you like to hear him sing to you, but I was wondering if I could join in.” Your daughter nodded, responding, “Yes, Mamma.” Your eyes brightened reflecting the incandescent moonlight coming through the window. You then began singing, hesitantly, with Kento eventually joining in, and then both of you joined in together. 

After that, you told her, “Goodnight, my baby, you’re our pride and joy,” and then you softly hear reply, “Night night, dadda,” and then, “Night night, Mamma.” You tried moving around to sleep, but then you felt a tug on your sleeve. You turned around, and realized that your daughter not only fell asleep, but also clung to your arm, for the first time in three years. 

This caused you to gleefully smile at your husband as he mouthed, “I’m so proud of you, love.” As  you replied, mouthing out a “thank you,” you turned to each other, caressed each others’ cheeks and you two fell asleep. You smiled to yourself, being thoroughly grateful that you have the father of your child by your side who not only carried you through your hard times, but took care of your daughter, and helped you reconnect with her. Truly, he was one of a kind, and you were in immense awe of him.

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[strawberrychz]

uhm uhm 😶can i request giyuu, sanemi, rengoku, & genya and what type of highschool crushes they would be???? (preferably w a female reader)

༄ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: 𝗀𝗂𝗒𝗎𝗎, 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗂, 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗈𝗄𝗎, 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

༄ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾!

༄ 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌,, 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾. 𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌. 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗈𝖼, 𝗂𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗂 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗍 12 𝖺𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋𝗌 & 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽. ☹︎

- GIYUU

༄ it’s truly complicated. one one hand, he wants to be by your side every chance he gets, but on the other, he believes he’s undeserving of your love. it’s a constant battle between his shyness and insecurity, knowing that he’s not good enough for you and that even if he was, his timidness would get the best of him. in the end, he settles with the idea of simply watching you from afar, gazing at you dreamily. he’s often distracted from his studies because you’re constantly a core thought in his mind, taking up every inch in it. makes a playlist with songs that remind him of you and a hopeful part of him wants to share it with his crush someday.

he’s the secret admirer type; giyuu often leaves notes in your locker, along with some type of gift (usually food) and disappears as soon as he places it there, absolutely terrified at the thought of being caught. to do this, he heads to school pretty early in the morning, knowing that it’s usually empty during that time. secretly watches you unravel your gifts and literally melts at your reaction when you grin brightly and hold it against your chest with excitement. a genuine smile leaves his lips as he remembers every detail of your loving face, hoping that one day he’d be able to make you smile without having to hide in the shadows. maybe, just maybe, he’ll grow the courage to approach you someday, but for now, he’ll love you from afar.

- SANEMI

༄ you don’t think he has a crush on you at first due to his aggressive and rude nature. he can get on your nerves at times, often sending playful insults here and there or just straight up annoying the fuck out of you. however, if he does push it too far, he always ends up around the corner, ready to make it up to you, whether it’d be in a form of a shitty apology or bringing you lunch. normally, he wouldn’t give two shits about hurting someone’s feelings but you’re the exception, so consider this his biggest indication that he harbors feelings for you! sanemi doesn’t care for school that much but goes anyway, knowing that you’ll be there. he sees it as his chance to spend time with you, though he’ll never admit it out loud. a tsundere truly — he acts like he doesn’t care but when you’re visibly upset or acting a bit off, he’s already on your case, demanding the reasoning for it. he’s ready to punch the lights out of someone if they’re causing you trouble of any kind.

gets jealous pretty quick when another guy talks to you, even if it’s for a very valid cause, and on some days, he butts in shamelessly. “beat it kid, find another tutor. we got shit to do.” — you both, in fact, had no shit to do but it doesn’t stop him from pulling you away before you could protest. when you ask for a reason, he just says he’s bored or pulls out some shitty excuse from his ass. does the smallest things for you discreetly; putting your head on his shoulder when you’re falling asleep on the train, picking you up from your class and dropping you every period, and the list goes on. though sanemi claims that he doesn’t have a crush on anyone, he knows for a fact that you have him on a chokehold and there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you.

- RENGOKU

༄ um HELLO?? do you know how lucky you’d be for rengoku to have a crush on you? this man will make it very known that he has it bad, no matter how oblivious you are. he’ll spend every minute of his free time by your side, practically glued to you throughout the day and when he is unable to, he sends you texts, asking how you are and reminding you about the littlest of things — “don’t forget to eat your lunch! please don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything! <3”. in fact, he brings you lunch when he knows he can’t be there to share his own with you. sweetest crush ever and is a gentleman by heart, not wanting to make you uncomfortable and maintaining a high level of respect towards you. he’d do things from opening doors for you, carrying your bag, sending compliments left and right, and everything else in the book.

very affectionate while still respecting your boundaries; a hand on your back whenever you both walk together and small pats on the head when you’ve done a good job. cheers you on a lot and supports you in everything you do— if you had a test coming up, he’d give you words of affirmation to help boost your confidence and if you had a game or an event? you best bet he’d be the loudest one in the crowd, yelling encouragements proudly; “that’s my girl!” tries so hard to impress your parents when he comes over to study or hang out, but we all know he doesn’t even have to try. he’s literally the ideal man every parent hopes for their kid. at the end of the day, rengoku is very loyal to you and would do anything to ensure your safety and happiness above all.

- GENYA

༄ genya is a lot nicer than his brother, but he still does have a tinge of bluntness that does come off as a bit rude sometimes. it just runs in the family, really. the only big difference is the fact that he’s really, really shy about having a crush on you. gets flustered fast whenever you do something cute or give him attention, even if it’s something as small as sending a smile his way. he refuses to send an insult your way, no matter how playful or serious, but also doesn’t send compliments because his embarrassment gets the best of him. though he doesn’t contribute much to conversations between you two, his words often tangled in his throat, he does listen very attentively to every little detail that leaves your mouth. in result, he knows almost everything about you — your favorite food, color, the time you threw up in your kindergarten class, and so on. once lent you his jacket because you were cold and before he could scold you for being careless, he grew speechless, nearly fainting on the spot seeing you wear it. needless to say, he had to excuse himself to gain his composure, muttering some excuse, such as needing to go wash his face.

he’s very protective; makes sure he walks behind you, especially when you’re going up the stairs so some creep doesn’t look up your skirt, and glares at anyone who decides to look your way. no matter how shy he is towards his crush, he’s ready to throw hands at any given moment if something happens. whether it’d be making you cry with an insult or if someone dared to lay a finger on you, he’d ensure that they’ll never see the light again. has probably gotten suspended a few times over this and no matter how many times you chide him, he still continues to protect you from any harm. he’s always two steps ahead in the game whenever you need something — it’s raining? it’s okay, he brought an umbrella to share. need lunch? he already packed snacks just in case and coincidentally, they’re your favorite! at the end of everyday, he walks you home and waits until you’re inside your house before he departs. genya is a lowkey sweetheart, no matter how awkward and shy he is.