#i really put in a lot of thought behind those names hehe

[gojorgeous]

how do the jjk men treat you when ur on ur period? suguru specifically hehe <3

✰ JJK MEN: WHEN YOU'RE ON YOUR PERIOD ✰

pairing(s): gojo, geto, nanami, choso x afab!reader content: (MDNI 18+ only), nsfw-ish/suggestive, periods, period blood, period products, pet names, lots of fluff! a/n: i hope you like anon!! you have great timing cause i’m getting my period and i also have a uti pray for me besties i need help and antibiotics. left out toji and sukuna cause…. nah LMAO. enjoy, and remember ALL AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED!

✰ GOJO:

Lowkey loves when you’re on your period, but is just barely smart enough to never tell you that. 

His favorite part is that you always want more cuddles, which means more cuddles for him. 

Thinks period products are really amusing– loves playing with your hot water bottle cause it’s squishy. Finds those ones that look like stuffed animals at the store and brings home like five of them for you. 

Will definitely buy you pads/tampons but not without the obligatory “what size is your pussy” text. Won’t buy them until you respond with “extra super pretty” and then sends back this emoji -> 😋.

Highkey likes period sex. Knows it can relieve your cramps and will use that as an excuse at every opportunity if you’ll let him. 

Is always on some cheesy ass shit murmuring in your ear about how doing it on your period “bonds your souls”, too. 

Constantly offers to get you pregnant so you can avoid your period for the next nine months… he’s only half joking.

Will actually skip work to stay home and cuddle with you if you give him even the slightest inclination that you don’t want him to go. 

Watches movies with you and has gotten surprisingly good at rubbing little circles on your tummy that help with cramps.

 Keeps the house stocked with candy, but, then again… it’s always stocked with candy.

“Babe. Look what I just found at the store.”  You watch with furrowed brows as he sets the bags on your floor. You’re curled on the couch, a blanket tucked up around your neck. He’d made sure to roll you like a burrito before he’d left.  He pulls out… a cow? It looks like a stuffed animal, but when he shakes it you hear something sloshing around inside. You raise a brow. “Ummmm–”  “It’s one of those hot water bottle thingies! For your cramps!” He tosses the poor cow on the floor and digs around in the bag again. “Oh my god, they had so many. I got the cow, the dolphin–” He tosses a dolphin out of the bag, followed by a puppy, a raccoon, and a cat. “Do you want me to put one in the microwave for you?”  He looks far too excited to turn down, even though you just heated up your old hot water bottle minutes ago. You smile and nod. “Yeah, baby. Thanks.” 

✰ GETO:

Mans TAKES CARE of you. Like… fully. 

Is really sympathetic and gentle when your cramps are killing you– brushing your hair back, rubbing circles on your tummy, letting you put his warm hands wherever it hurts. 

Runs you a warm bath and climbs right in with you. Makes you lean back against him while he gives you a massage and works out all the knots in your neck and shoulders. 

Buys you period products before your period starts if he remembers. If he doesn’t he’s happy to run down to the store. Doesn’t need to ask which ones you like– he already knows.

Wraps you up in the comfiest blankets and cuddles with you wherever you ask. Gives the best cuddles, too. Rubs your back in a way that has you falling asleep in seconds.

Makes sure you take your meds on time and brings you a glass of water. 

Secretly loves period sex. Will never push you for it, but gets super horny at just the thought. Loves the sight of your blood on his dick. Makes him feel possessive of you in a way that’s kind of scary. 

“Sugu…” you whine. Your cramps are bad. You’ve been curled in a ball all morning, even with all the meds Suguru has been giving you. “It hurts so bad.”  You feel him shifting behind you and then his hands gently prying you to lie on your back. You whimper, the pain spiking again as soon you roll out of the fetal position. His face appears above you, a couple stray strands of black hair tickling your cheeks. His smile is soft, but full of sympathy as he settles over you.  “I’m sorry, baby. I wish I could make it go away…”  He moves down your body, settling between your thighs and resting his cheek on the plush of your thigh. You sigh when you feel his fingers skate over your tummy, rubbing little circles into the skin that somehow work wonders for the pain. You sigh with relief, a bit of the tension ebbing away. “That feels nice…”  Your body relaxes a bit, finally getting a break from the incessant pain. Suguru only smiles, looking up at you through hooded eyes when he presses a kiss just below your belly button. You don’t fail to notice the way his thumb is sliding under the fabric of your panties.  “I can think of something that would feel even nicer…” 

✰ NANAMI:

Prepares for your period. 

Has your cycle marked down on his calendar so he always knows when you’re starting. 

Stops by the store a couple of days ahead of time to buy pads/tampons/meds and your favorite snacks. 

Runs a bath for you every night and fills it with all of your favorite soaps and scents. 

Cooks. Mans knows how to cook and does extra of it when you’re on your period. Will make you nutritious meals and urge you to drink water, but always brings you something sweet if you’re craving it. 

Heats up your hot water bottle every thirty minutes without you ever having to ask. 

Lays out a fresh change of clothes for you whenever you’re in the shower. 

Cuddles you whenever you want, but only after he’s tended to all of your other needs (meds, food, water, etc.). 

Will have sex if you want, but will never push you for it. If you just want the relief from your cramps, he’ll just use his fingers to get you off and then pull you back into his arms.

“Time for your bath, sweetheart.”  You nearly grumble in protest, but how can you do such a thing when he takes such good care of you? Still, you don’t want to move. Just existing hurts, much less walking to the bathroom.  Despite your resistance to saying it aloud, Nanami still seems to understand what you’re thinking. No more than a second later he’s scooping you into his arms and carrying you to the bathroom.  “You know you’ll feel better after, love.”  You nod weakly against his chest. “Will you get in with me?”  He pauses. He’s got dinner to make and he wanted to change the sheets for you… One nuzzle of your face into his neck has him throwing all those plans out the window.  “Of course, princess. I’ll get in with you.” 

✰ CHOSO:

Is new to this stuff so he lowkey freaks out. 

Worries that you’re actually in danger cause… there’s blood??? 

Chills out eventually, but is still irrationally convinced that you’re injured. 

When i tell you this man is at your BECK AND CALL, I mean it. He will do every little thing you ask. Fetches water, food, snacks– whatever you need. 

Mans is panicked when he can’t find the candy bar you want at the grocery store. 

Happily buys period products for you but has to facetime you cause the poor baby is overwhelmed and confused by all the options. 

Is kind of attached to you like glue. Thinks you’re somehow more breakable in this state will hold you in his arms permanently apart from when you need to bathe, eat, or use the bathroom. 

Actually freaks when you have a bout of cramps that makes you hiss in pain. Cannot believe you have to do this every month and hates feeling so useless in taking the pain away. Eagerly learns that he can put his warm hands on your tummy and it helps.

Is actually amazed when you tell him that sex helps with the cramps. Worries about hurting you, but is completely down. Mans is definitely not afraid of a little blood lmao.

“Baby… there are so many…”  You can’t help but stifle a laugh looking at your boyfriend’s stressed expression through your phone screen. He’d run down to the store to get you some more pads– you just hadn’t anticipated how overwhelming the experience would be for him.  “I know, Cho. I’m sorry. Here– back up so I can see the whole aisle.”  He does as you ask, flipping the camera around so you can see what he’s looking at. You have to bite your lip this time to keep the laugh in. You’ve never realized just how many options there really are. “The ones toward the bottom right, baby. With the pink box.”  The camera shakes a little as he follows your directions, arm sticking out like he’s playing pin the tail on the donkey.  “These?” His hand hovers over a box that is pink but not the pink you need.  “Down a couple racks.”  Finally, his hands close around the right box. “Thank you, baby. I didn’t think about how confusing this would be for you…”  The camera flips again and you grin at the soft soft smile on his lips. “Don’t apologize. Want me to grab some candy, too?”

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[forever-rogue]

Ok so I don’t know if your requests are open, but I’m going to drop one in case… 😅

A Joel Miller x Reader story where Joel and Ellie arrive to Jackson. Could it be a moment like where Ellie saw *possibly* Dina? They could make eye contact and maybe he’s interested in her and wants to know more? Something along those lines hehe.. You can totally add more whether it be spicy or fluff! :)

AN | Please this is just the softest idea. Plus - wing woman Ellie! 🥰

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2.6k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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It happened so fast that he almost didn’t realize that anything had happened. 

He was trying to listen to Maria, really he was, but he found himself zoning out more than he wanted to. Admittedly it was a lot to take in all at once and he wasn’t sure what to think or where to look anymore. He hoped that Ellie would be able to catch him up later although he had his doubts; she seemed just as distracted. Well then - maybe things would be easy to pick up on.

But then it happened. He heard something about communes and vegetable gardens but when he looked ahead, time seemed to slow down and the voices around him were muffled and distant.

He saw you. It happened so fast that he must have imagined it. You caught his eye and offered him a sweet smile but as soon as he blinked, you were gone. 

It must have been his imagination playing tricks on him. He was tired and in desperate need of a shower and nap; surely you were nothing more than a mirage. 

“Joel?” he snapped back into attention, finding Tommy, Maria, and Ellie all watching him curiously. His young charge raised an eyebrow, "everything okay?"

"Fine," he huffed indignantly, waving her off before the group continued to walk on. Maria was in front, back to explaining everything in detail as he and Ellie fell behind. She nudged his arm, silently conveying her question to him. They'd gotten to the point where they could easily communicate without words, "just a moment of distraction. Nothin' to worry about."

"I can find out what her name is," Joel almost stopped in his tracks at her sudden comment. This girl was way too observant - it was a blessing and a curse. His felt his entire being flush with warmth as he opened and closed his mouth wordlessly, "you're even prettier when you blush!"

"I'm not - I'm not blushing," he hissed but he knew he was. His face felt like it was on fire, "Ellie."

"Fine," she held up her hands innocently putting on a sweet smile in an attempt to get him off her scent. She had a plan - she was already plotting on how to get the two of you to meet, "I won't say or do anything. I'll be quiet as a church mouse or whatever that old saying is."

"Good," despite his hesitation and suspicions, he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her in for a hug, "good."

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Ellie Williams was a liar. A damned, dirty liar. But it was all out of affection and care for the man that had become her father figure.

He took good care of her and was always looking out for her best interests so for once she was going to return the favor. The man had been through a lot. He deserved some happiness too. 

But she had to work smart and be subtle, otherwise her plan would explode in her face.

The first step? Naturally, she had to find you and get your name. It should have been simple…but of course it wasn't. 

Jackson wasn't small but it wasn't that big either. There were more people in the community than she had bargained for and finding you again seemed an entirely impossible challenge. She'd managed a few fleeting glances at you and that was all she had to go.

After a few days of looking she'd almost given up hope. 

Until she saw you tending to a flock of loudly bawking chickens. Bingo.

She pretended to be fascinated by the chickens…although honestly she was amused by them, and came over to you.

"Look at all those chickens!" Despite her initial thought that she would remain calm and calculated, her excitement got the better of her.

"Look at all those chickens," you agreed as you smiled at her. It took her a moment to realize you were standing there and watching her until she made a small sound of acknowledgement.

"I'm Ellie," she could hear Joel in the back of her mind telling her to find her manners, "we just moved here."

"It's nice to officially meet you, Ellie," you offered her your name and held out your hand for her to shake, "welcome to Jackson."

"Thanks," she shook your hand gently and you could feel her watching you in the way that kids often did when they were trying to glean everything about you, "it's nice being here."

"It's always nice to have new people here," you grabbed a bucket of seed for the chickens and held it out to her, "Tommy's really excited to have his brother back."

"Joel!" she almost shouted as her eyes grew wide with embarrassment, "his name is Joel. He's my…Joel."

You laughed, a sound Ellie decided she liked and that Joel would like. You tossed some seed to the chicken and Ellie followed suit, watching amazed as the chickens started to peck away, "well, if either of you ever need anything or have any questions just let me know. I was new here too once and it can be a little overwhelming."

"Thank you," Ellie knew all about things becoming overwhelming. Everything had changed for her so quickly since she'd met Joel, "are you-"

But she was interrupted by the call of your name from the distance. She silently cursed Chad, or whatever his name was, for interrupting her little plan.

"I gotta go," you offered her an apologetic shrug, "see you around, Ellie! Don't be a stranger!"

Don't be a stranger. Oh, she would make sure of that.

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“I know her name!” Ellie ran into the house, yelling, without even waiting to see if Joel was up. She found him in the kitchen, making breakfast for the two of them, an unreadable expression on his face, “the girl. I know her name.”

“Ellie,” he sighed softly, but there was an affectionate bloom in his chest towards the girl, “I told you not to meddle.”

“You didn’t say that,” she sat down at the table and helped herself to some of the fresh orange. He gave her that look and she shrugged sheepishly, “not specifically in those words.”

“You’re trouble, kid,” he sighed, affectionate though tired. He was a tired dad, “I’ll entertain you for just a moment. What’s her name then?”

The young girl softly whispered your name and oh. He liked the sound of it. Even from the brief glimpse he caught of you, he thought it suited you perfectly. He repeated it, testing it out on his tongue and deciding that he liked it. 

“Now you actually have to talk to her,” she was most pleased as Joel lightly scoffed at her, “you’re in love with her!”

Joel inhaled sharply and almost knocked the pan off the stove as he quickly turned around, “now just what are you talking about?”

“The look,” she shrugged lightly as if to say that it was all so obvious, “you had the look on your face.”

“What look?”

“The look of love at first sight or whatever,” she was now proceeding to shove some freshly baked bread into her mouth, “I’ve seen enough old movies and read enough books to know.”

“Well you must know something I don’t because there was no love at first sight,” right? Right. His hands were on his hips as he sighed at her, “that’s something made up for entertainment.”

“Whatever you say,” she made kissy noises at him and he cursed under his breath, “when you get married you can thank me. Trust me Joel, you had that look on your face."

“I had no look on my face,” this was ridiculous. She was ridiculous, “now eat your breakfast and get ready for school.”

“Joel-”

“Don’t make me ground you,” he waved the spatula at her but both of them had happy looks on their faces. It had been a long time since he had gotten to say those words. He hadn’t realized just how much he’d missed this. Ellie, on the other hand, had never really had someone that loved her as he did, that was a real parental figure. She liked it too, “do you want bacon and eggs and pancakes?”

“Yes please,” the two of them exchanged a look before breaking into soft smiles. 

Yeah…this life was turning out to be pretty okay.

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Maybe there was some small part of Joel that hoped that once he had learned your name that he would somehow magically start to run into you in other places. Like that one bit of information would lead to much more. 

Well, that couldn’t have been farther from the truth. It was like the universe was somehow trying to keep the two of you apart. Every time he arrived somewhere, you were leaving, or vice versa. Every time he spotted you in a crowd and made his way over, you managed to disappear. It was like a horrible game of cat and mouse.

Maybe he just had to accept that he wasn’t meant to know you. Even if he hated the idea of that. 

But - somehow, magically or whatever - the day came when he was finally destined to meet you. 

And he couldn’t have been less prepared.

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Joel was tending to his small flock of sheep, trying to clean out the dirt and muck out of their grazing area when he heard you. He was filthy; covered in sweat and dirt and probably smelling of shit. But there you were, pretty face and radiant smile waving happily at him. 

But damn if that smile didn’t make him want to melt.

“Joel!” oh. He was in trouble; deep, deep trouble. He tossed his shovel down, swallowing thickly before exchanging a look with Gertrude (his favorite sheep but he’d never admit it, he didn’t want any of the others to get upset). She seemed to know what he was thinking and baa’ed at him before nudging her nose against his leg. He nodded before making his way over to you, trying to keep his walk calm and cool and not like he was overly excited.

“H-hey,” he nearly choked on the singular word as he reached you, separated only by the fence. If he smelled or anything, you didn’t seem to mind, not balking in the slightest when he said your name, “it’s nice to finally meet you.”

“You too,” you held out your hand and the poor man stared at it - so dainty and delicate compared to his - before shaking it. You laughed softly, sensing the nerves rolling off him, but in truth, you were nervous too, “after all this time I finally get to meet the infamous Joel Miller. It felt like the day would never come.”

“Y-you’ve been wanting to meet me?” there was no way; you were like an angel and he was anything but.. How could you have any interest in anything to do with him? 

“I have,” you confessed softly, “it seemed like every time I saw and wanted to say hi you were gone in the blink of an eye. I finally just broke down and asked Ellie where you were.”

“Me?” he repeated, pointing at himself and casting a look around as if to make sure you couldn’t possibly be talking about anyone else.

“Yes,” you laughed softly, and the sound went straight to his heart, “who else could I be talking about? Unless one of your sheep is also named Joel. Then I’d like to meet him too - actually I kind of just want to meet your sheep either way. They’re so cute!”

“Yeah?” his brain was so frazzled that somehow any coherent thought he had left seemed to have left his mind. You probably thought he was an idiot but you had some sort of magnetic pull that kept him firmly in your orbit. He didn’t want to leave it  - to ever leave your presence.

“Of course,” you thought it was endearing to see how nervous he became. Truthfully, you were just as nervous but managed to hold it together a little more, “listen, I’ve gotta go but do you want to come over for dinner tonight?”

“Dinner…tonight? With you?” alright, he was going to throw himself off a cliff. 

“Dinner tonight,” you confirmed, “my house is the one at the end of your straight - with the yellow shutters. See you at six?”

“Six, y-yeah, yes,” he finally gained back some of his confidence, “should I bring anything?”

“Just yourself,” you smiled sweetly, “and Ellie of course, if you’d like to invite her.”

“Sure,” yeah, he’d ask her but part of them hoped she’d say no. He loved her so much, but he really hoped she’d say no this one time, “see you later.”

“See you later, Joel,” and then you did the unthinkable. You leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. You gave him one last little smile before turning around to flounce away, “six o’clock, Miller!”

He felt like he was going to explode as he touched the spot on his cheek that had been blessed by your lips. 

Maybe Ellie hadn’t been totally wrong on the love at first sight thing. He was definitely feeling something; something he hadn’t felt in a long time. And he loved it.

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“You met her finally,” Ellie looked most pleased with herself as soon as Joel walked in the door, “you’re welcome.”

“How’d you know?” he couldn’t even pretend to be grumpy as he looked at her in earnest. She shrugged innocently before sliding off her chair and going over to hug him; he warmed up and hugged her back without hesitation. 

“Your face,” she stated obviously, “it’s written all over your face. You look happy.”

“I met her,” he confirmed and Ellie squealed in delight. He couldn’t help but match her smile, “and she asked me - us - over for dinner.”

“Oh, you’re totally gonna marry her,” Joel opened and closed his mouth a few times, “but I’ll pass on dinner. I’m going to go over to Dina’s.”

“You knew she was going to ask, didn’t you?”

“Not explicitly,” Ellie shrugged, “but I had a feeling. So….you can go and have your dinner with your love.”

“Ellie,” no malice, all affection.

“You’ll be thanking me for this in a few years,” she insisted, tugging on her sweater and reaching for a backpack, “and I won’t mind if I get a brother or sister then either. Maybe both, who knows!”

“Ellie…” his face was bright red by now. 

“Love you!” she threw her arms around him quickly before running towards the door, “see you later - make good choices!”

“Kid…” he watched as she ran out the door and almost slammed it behind her in haste. 

He didn’t even know what to say. Maybe nothing needed to be said. 

All he knew was that for the first time in a long time, he was looking forward to the future. 

One that involved you.

[swannieluv]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖꩜ Hide and Seek – (PLATONIC) Wanderer x Child!Reader

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"Peace, finally, peace."

Sumeru, a region known for its hot climate and vast forests. For those not used to high temperatures and humidity, it could be a stressful nation to be in. But for the inhabitants who had lived their entire lives in the region, or for a puppet who was not susceptible to climate change, Sumeru was tantamount to a tropical paradise.

It's undeniable that in the midst of daily tribulations, people need a break from the problems that surround them. Wanderer was no exception, looking for the perfect spot in the treetops to put his thoughts in order without the presence of idiotic people making noise and–

Smack.

A toy ball hit him right on the face. In disbelief, he put one of his hands on the hit spot and looked at the source of the attack.

"Hey!" He turned around with an annoyed face. It took a lot of courage for someone to actually hit him.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

On a tree branch next to him was a child, a very familiar one who made him take a deep breath before saying anything. They had been following him for days. They were [Name], one of the children from a small orphanage in Sumeru.

When he asked Lesser Lord Kusanali for advice on what to do with his little stalker, he was bombarded with information about babysitting. Not that he was going to use any of her advice for anything anyway.

"Do you want to play with me? We can make flower crowns or play soccer together." They cracked a big smile, trying to convince him somehow.

"I don't..."

A small tightness came to Wanderer's chest, which was strange for someone who didn't have internal organs like humans. The child bore an eerie resemblance to one of the ghosts from his past.

"But I really want to play with you, I really want to be your friend!"

They put their hands together, making an abandoned dog face to try to soften his non-existent heart. However, as they did so, they lost their balance and slipped off the branch they were on.

"Waaaah-"

Their eyes closed tightly, preparing for the direct impact with the hard ground. If they were lucky, they might only end up breaking a few fingers or their feet, but if they were unlucky they would break their whole body this fall. However, contrary to expectations, the reality was somewhat different.

"Hm?"

A pair of arms caught them in mid-air, he had saved them. Using his anemo vision to fly, Wanderer left them in a safe place on dry land.

"Woah! That was amazing! Again, again!" They jumped in joy, their eyes shining with energy like stars in the night sky.

"How can someone as small as you have so much energy to spend?" Wanderer took the child in his arms again, trying to calm them down.

"I don't know, hehe."

They swung their legs and put their arms behind his neck for support. It was fun following this grumpy stranger, he always got annoyed but eventually gave in to their sunny personality.

"I'll take you back to where you live." His footsteps echoed in the empty woods. He had run far away so that [Name] wouldn't follow him, but apparently their willpower was so great that the little human caught up with him.

"But I walked so far just to play." They pouted, their eyes filling with small tears that were sure to give him more trouble.

"Wait, wait, don't cry!" He quickly tried to calm them down, lightly wiping the tears from their eyes with his fingers.

Wanderer was in a dilemma. Either he surrendered and spent his precious time playing childish games to appease them, or he could simply leave them in the orphanage where they lived and go back to living his routine. But Lesser Lord Kusanali's little voice rang in his mind whenever he questioned himself like that, saying something like:

"It wouldn't be nice to disappoint a child's pure heart. If they likes you, at least try to cheer them up!"

At times like this, following the advice of the Dendron Archon was the wisest thing to do, since he could end up doing something that would make this already complicated situation worse. Perhaps playing with [Name] would make them stop chasing him through Sumeru for the week.

"Hm... come on. What kind of game would you like to play?" He kicked the ball from under his feet into one of the surrounding trees, the accidental force he put into it breaking its branch.

"Oh. I don't want to play soccer with you, no." They watched the branch next to the toy, not wanting to become a victim of accidental kicks. "I'd rather play hide and seek."

"Hide and seek? What's that?" He was a little confused, he had never played or seen this game before.

"You don't know it? Then I'll teach you!”

They pushed him to a place where he could lean his head and not peek. A little smile adorned their face, happy that they had finally gotten him to play.

"You need to stay here and count to 10 so I can hide. Then you come and find me, it's easy!”

Wanderer closed his eyes, burying his head in one of his arms to start counting. A strong breeze made the light fabric of his hat sway, perhaps a sign of storm.

"One... two... three... four... five..."

[Name] started running, observing the area to find the best possible place to hide. The trees were too tall to climb in ten seconds, and the bushes too thorny and noisy to enter.

'He counts too fast!’

Their faces lit up when they finally found a perfect spot. The chance of Wanderer finding them there was very low, he would certainly have a hard time.

"Six... seven... eight... nine... ten... that's it."

Wanderer began to search. Opening up small bushes and using his vision to climb into the treetops, but [Name] was out of his field of vision.

'There's no way I can't find a child, this is ridiculous.’ He kept searching every nook and cranny, looking for some sign of where [Name] was.

"Hehe..." a chuckle echoed through the room, causing Wanderer to turn around, searching frantically with his head.

"Where...?" He looked up and was startled to see a child falling towards him.

"ATTACK!"

[Name] literally threw themselves at him. If it hadn't been for Wanderer's quick reflexes, who managed to catch them in his arms, they would both have fallen painfully to the ground.

"Haha!" They laughed at his face, being placed on the ground carefully.

"Isn't that against the rules?" He crossed his arms, his face slightly frowning after what had happened.

"There are no rules in hide-and-seek apart from not spying."

"I guess I'll have to accept that then..." Wanderer sighed, but without realizing it, a smile formed on his face. What was a smile turned into a big one and then into a hearty laugh. "Don't ever scare me like that again, please."

"You... YOU SMILED!" They shouted enthusiastically. "I finally made you laugh!"

"I... forget it."

The first drops of rain began to fall to the ground, wetting [Name]'s hair slightly. It was only a matter of time before thunder and lightning began to rumble through the sky.

"..."

Wanderer pulled [Name] under his hat, providing a cover for the smaller child. It was like a small space protected from the outside world, where the two of them could watch everything as long as the precipitation didn't increase.

"Do you dislike thunder?" they looked up to meet his gaze.

"Yes..."

"I don't like it either..." [Name] grabbed one of his hands, pulling him forward. It was an invitation to go with them. "So you're not alone, Mr. Wanderer."

Perhaps there was comfort for someone like him somewhere in the world.

✦⸼࣪⸳♡ BONUS:

"I was told your birthday was a few days ago, so I brought you a small cake."

"A... cake?"

The sweet in front of him was small, perfect for two people to eat. When Wanderer put a slice in his mouth, he couldn't help but feel the sugary taste of the food.

"Here, for you." He held out the piece of cake to [Name], who looked at him with a sad face.

"Don't you like it?"

"H-Hm? Of course I did, that's why I'm being generous enough to give you my slice. Take it soon."

And so, Wanderer successfully escaped yet another dessert.

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

📖 🔫 🩹 ? Love ur writing btw :)

Use Your Sharp Claws to Hold Me Gently - Murdoc/Reader

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, gender-neutral reader, no use of Y/N, pet names, lonely!reader (he fixes that don't worry).

Wordcount: 2354

Summary: You were alone, he knew it the moment he entered your apartment and saw only you in every inch, but you were also interesting, and that was something he couldn't let go of.

Notes: Thank you so much QwQ I was SO tempted to make the reader take care of Murdoc as I was song hunting to set the mood, so if I get this combo again know that I won't be able to resist hehe I ended up going with this song, full disclosure, and it fueled me so much that I blacked out and when I came to this was written so I hope you enjoy, cause I really like this one a lot 💗💗💗

He was in town again, his only warning the single text from his unlisted number, the other end going dead as soon as the message was received, no number to save to your phone and reply back to. You’d been doing this for a long while now, your arrangement to keep him close carefully discussed behind closed doors the night before he had to hop on a plane and become scarce again. You understood completely why that was, it didn’t scare you like he’d expected, but then again, he’d expected a lot of things to scare you, things that would scare anyone else for very rational reasons.

Not you though, not once you’d stared down the barrel into those brown eyes and fallen hard.

You were never supposed to be on his list, your presence a prime example of Wrong Place Wrong Time as you’d stumbled upon his hit just moments before he’d pulled the trigger. His target had pleaded with you for help when he’d seen you, money offered in sums you couldn’t dare to imagine owning, tossed around like it was nothing as he put a price on his own life. You never accepted, knowing that if you did then you’d be putting that same price on your own as well, wanting to risk your slim chance of survival as you just stood there, blocking off the alley so no one else would find themselves in the same situation.

He’d shot the man in that same instant, the gun pointed at you next without a hint of mercy.

You’d just stared him down, knew it was inevitable the moment you interrupted his carefully planned work, everything about him gave off the essence of preparations and structure and purpose, you were a fly in the wheel of all that to him, nothing more.

‘Just get it over with,’ you told him as you shut your eyes, trying to hide the fact that you were trembling and it wasn’t from the downpour currently soaking you to your now very tired bones.

He never did, wet footsteps approaching until you felt cold steel against your forehead. ‘Why aren’t you afraid?’ he asked you, eyes seeing right through you, down to your soul as he tried to find the answer. You opened your eyes then, his voice so much softer than the gun held in his leather gloved hand, rain dripping from his ginger-dyed bangs, the colour almost fully grown out from what had to have been a past disguise, and running down his face in streams. He was beautiful, you thought even as the thunder roared high above, the sounds of the city telling you that you still had a chance to run, salvation was only steps away, but you didn’t move, you couldn’t.

‘I am,’ you confessed, but it almost felt like a lie.

‘You should be,’ he replied lowly, and it held the same weight as your confession.

You took the back ways to your apartment, unable to miss how he dedicated every way to get inside without being noticed to memory, a silent promise that if you survived and told someone what you saw then he’d know exactly how to find you. You told him which window was yours, the fire escape leading right up to it, that fact the only reason you’d bought it in the first place; those metal stairs meant freedom for you in case of emergency, something you’d never had before as you moved to the big city and lived through too many unfortunate events to count.

He was taking that away from you as he jumped up, hoisted himself onto the stairs with such ease that you knew you’d never be able to outrun him even if you started now, no amount of window latches able to keep him out. You used the front door and met him upstairs, the security cameras sparsely spread throughout the building only catching you heading home, drenched but not giving away a thing. He hadn’t waited outside as expected, the window unbroken but still wide open as he dripped water all over your hardwood floors, shoes tracking mud over the thrift store rug in the living room.

He was seeing what you had to lose, but it wasn’t much he was soon to realize, your walls and surfaces bare of photos outside of the rare empty frame you’d bought but forgotten to fill, the default photo showing strangers looking happy behind the dusty glass. He lifted one of them up, knew they weren’t yours, and you heard him laugh at your loneliness, the sound so hollow like he didn’t even know what a laugh really was and was simply acting the emotion out. 

Maybe he was lonely too.

You offered him tea or coffee, not knowing what to do to fill the time until the gun would surely reappear again but he refused, his attention now on you like he hadn’t even noticed you come in. He walked over to your tiny kitchen, searching through your cupboards until he found a glass; he went to the fridge and pulled out the pitcher of filtered water, poured himself some without asking, left everything out for you to clean up later if you’d even get the chance. ‘Expecting anyone?’ he asked casually, eyes looking for any sliver of a trace that you shared your life with anyone, the answer in his head before you could even open your mouth. ‘No, you aren’t… don’t you know it’s dangerous to live on your own in a place like this?’

It held no real concern. You offered him no real worry as you just shrugged.

The lights remained off as he let you get on with your night, his eyes always on you as you grabbed a towel to pat yourself and your clothes dry, the takeout you’d gone out to get reheated as you sat at the table and ate. He was never out of sight but he never approached you either, the only other thing he grabbed being one of the kitchen knives from the hand-me-down block you’d stolen from home when you moved out. You wondered if he might throw it at you like a circus performer, maybe it’d hit its target, maybe it’d fly right past and embed itself in the wall behind you, a trick to be applauded for either way, but it never left his hands, the blade occasionally catching the light as he spun it in his fingers.

You thought he might be coming to slit your throat when he walked behind you as you tried to cut through the too tough meat, his arms around you and making you still as the knife was pressed down and sliced through with ease. His movements were so delicate like that of a dancer, he was well trained in what he did, and when he was done he lifted the knife up to his mouth to lick away the sauce before going back to the kitchen. It was tossed down loudly into the sink now that he’d dirtied it but you didn’t jump at the sound, your eyes on him as he then strolled over to the couch and sat down, recently dried mud flecking off his shoes and onto your coffee table as he got comfortable.

He let you finish eating in peace, your last meal no doubt, before taking the gun out again and motioning for you to go to the bedroom, your body freezing cold but surprisingly calm as you did as you were told. There was no rush at all as you both walked in, the door wide open and letting you know that you weren’t trapped, and you waited for his next command when the gun was set down in plain sight on top of your dresser. It was perfectly spaced between the two of you, only two steps away with the grip facing you, an open invitation to grab it and defend yourself.

Images of trying flashed through your head. You didn’t act on them, his eyes shining the longer you just stood there; there was no point, you didn’t have much of a life anyways, the empty photo frames reminded you of that every day.

‘Aren’t you an interesting one,’ he thought aloud, your hand twitching only once towards the dresser before you fell still again. ‘My job is done tonight, and I might have a bit of time free in my schedule if you’d like to hire me, little rabbit,’ he then told you, his eyes meeting yours even as half of his face was shrouded in shadows, the light from your bedroom window making the only parts visible practically glow between his dark hair and even darker outfit.

‘What do you do?’ Your voice didn’t tremble, he was impressed.

‘I make problems disappear, for a price.’

‘Can you make more than problems disappear?’

This interested him even more, and he took a few steps closer to you, your head tilting back so you could look up to him. ‘What did you have in mind?’

You couldn’t say it, he already knew the answer already, and he considered what you wanted before taking off his coat and folding it up, the slightly damp leather creaking as it was placed on your dresser next to his weapon. He opened his arms to you, the gun still just in reach as he waited, and you could only stare at him as you walked forward; he wrapped his arms around you as you let your head fall against his shoulder, and the hug held nothing but the transaction as he attempted to make your loneliness disappear. He was warm as the rain continued to fall outside, his controlled breathing rustling your hair ever so slightly as the trembling began, your shaking hands reaching up to cling to his black sweater.

When you’d awoken the next morning you’d found your apartment empty again, although there was a text from an unfamiliar number on your phone telling you, ‘Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful,’ the line pulled directly from your copy of Frankenstien, the book open to the page and waiting for you to notice it on your dresser where the gun had been.

He’d returned to you a few months later, another new number with a quote alerting you to his arrival before you’d heard him tapping on the window, this time waiting for you to let him in. This situation repeated many times over the year, each time with a text, each time the two of you just retreating to your bedroom where he held you and stole your loneliness for hours at a time, never once telling you about where he’d been or what he’d done. Your frames were still empty all the while, and with every visit he’d hold you closer, share his warmth with you as he threaded bare fingers through your hair, let you lay there in silence or cry into his chest if you needed to.

He slowly filled all your empty spaces, even if just for a little while, and you wondered how large your bill must be getting with each press of split lips to the top of your head and bloodied knuckles tracing the curve of your flushed cheeks. You never asked for something of his to remember him by until the night you finally spoke, your body completely in his lap as he held you, your fingertips brushing over fresh bruises spreading over his bare chest.

‘I might not be able to afford you at this rate,’ you murmured, and when he breathed out a laugh it didn’t feel like he was acting anymore.

‘I do the jobs that interest me for free, you know,’ he whispered into your ear, hand coming up to run over your jaw until you couldn’t help but look up at him. ‘That was just the first time, though.’

‘What about now?’ Something inside of you told you to be afraid as you looked into brown eyes so dark they almost looked black, the red and purple painting his eyebrow to his cheek warning you of the danger, but you weren’t afraid, you never had been.

He didn’t answer you, his mouth finding yours as colours shone through cheap curtains and shrouded you both in a halo of store neons and street lights.

That was months ago, his latest text reading, ‘There are darknesses in life and there are lights; you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.’ Bram Stoker, tonight, Dracula. You screenshotted it as you did with all his quotes, it saved to your phone with all the others before deleting the now useless chat and unlocking the latch over your window. He arrived less than an hour later, the smell of cheap takeout making him smirk as he looked at the feast laid out for him. ‘Hello again, little rabbit,’ he said into your neck as he wrapped his arms around you, his gloves already removed so he could feel you against his hot skin.

‘Hello, Murdoc,’ you greeted him back, his canines grazing over your skin and warning you of the danger as they always did before he noticed the frame you’d placed by your TV, front and center in the gap between the device and the edge of the stand they rested on. He let go of you and walked over to it, lifting it up and laughing genuinely at the sight of himself in your bed, a secretly stolen photo you’d taken when he’d fallen asleep in your arms.

‘You really are interesting,’ he mused as he put it back, still shrouded in darkness as he turned on his heel to face you, the sight so familiar as he filled up every last empty space inside of you.

Maybe he really had been able to make your loneliness disappear that first night, but he’d have to figure that one out himself as you pressed yourself against his chest and kissed him.

He smiled against your upturned lips like he already knew.

[anzynai]

Study Break!

Riddle & Ace & Chenya (TWST)

a/n: WOOOO another twst fic done! and its lee riddle!! surprisingly enough, i actually got a lot of lee riddle requests (which i dont blame u nom nom) so im planning to write those requests in the future. still, here i combined two of them so i hope u dont mind! this was actually meant to be posted much sooner but well.. got sidetracked. plus, i wanted to write another fic before i posted this one. (that did not happen) ANYWAY, enjoy!

summary: when ace is forced to study with riddle, he finds that things may not be so bad after-all when a friend of riddle’s comes to visit!

word count: 1.5k

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“Urghhh..” Ace groaned to himself. “This sucks..” Slouching over his papers, he wanted nothing more than to just go back to his room and sleep for ten years.

See, it was his fault, wasn’t it? That he had to waste three hours of his day on schoolwork instead of doing literally anything else. It’s true that he did get a.. well, less than favorable score on his test, but no! What he blamed himself on was the fact he had accidentally let Riddle see it!

And now, he was here, in the Heartslabyul Lounge, textbooks as far as the eye can see (or really, only covering the table) and Riddle drilling lesson after lesson into his brain. He was sure that if he stayed there a second longer, his brain would quite literally melt.

He hated that Riddle was actually a really good tutor. This wasn’t Ace’s first time getting a tutoring session with the Housewarden, despite the other’s busy schedule. But.. he had to be in the mood to study, you know?

“Do you get it, Ace? This is important,” Riddle asked, causing another groan to pass through the freshman’s lips.

“Yes… but..” He said, knowing full well that he hadn't been listening to Riddle for the past five minutes. “Can’t we just take a small break?”

“Not when you haven’t been listening to me at all. Do you really think you’re deserving of a break?” Riddle narrowed his eyes, his arms crossed. Ace, on the other hand, averted his eyes after getting through his initial shock.

“So you noticed..”

“Of course I did.”

“I just can’t focus! It’s just one test. I’ll do better on the next one.” Ace shrugged, looking out the window. He could be doing other things right now. Should he just.. say he needs to go to the bathroom and just leave? No, it’s Riddle. He would wait until Ace got back and punish him. And no one wanted to be on the receiving end of Riddle’s punishments.

“But you didn’t do well on this one. Tell me, what will you do if this material shows up on the final exam?” Riddle questioned, doubtful.

“Eh..”

“Hehe, playing teacher?” A voice suddenly cut out, startling the two. Ace jerked his head over towards the source to see.. a floating head?!

“Ah! It’s you!” What was his name? Arte… Pinky..? Huh???

“Chenya,” Riddle sighed, then looked up, a glare directed at him, rather than Ace. “Stop using your signature spell to scare others.”

“Hehe.” Chenya winked, then the rest of his body appeared.

“Freaky…” Ace mumbled to himself, still recovering from his heart attack earlier. How did he get in here anyway? When did he get here?

“What are you doing here?” Riddle asked the RSA student.

“Can’t I just visit my friends~?” Chenya put his hands behind his head, casually.

Riddle pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m assuming you’ve already met with Trey then?”

“Nope,” Chenya started, popping the p. “I actually thought I was gonna see you two together. You two used to be like, attached at the hip.”

“We were not.” Riddle looked away.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatcha doing?” He said, half-walking, half-skipping over to the table. Sevens, him and Floyd would get along swimmingly— no pun intended.

“As you can see, I’m tutoring one of my freshmen. He got an unacceptable grade on his last test and I am going to ensure that doesn’t happen again,” Riddle explains, gesturing at the textbooks sprawled about on the table.

“Way to put all my business out there, Housewarden..” Ace muttered under his breath. Riddle pointedly ignored him.

“Looks like he’s been working hard. I heard him ask for a break! Why not give the little freshie one?”

“Little freshie?!” Ace can hardly be grateful for Chenya trying to convince the housewarden to give Ace a break when he’s called that! Still.. a break would be nice.

Riddle looks between the two, a hopeful glint in each of their eyes.

Then, he sighed. “Fine. I will permit silent reading for ten minutes,” He responded, at last, handing him an alchemy textbook.

“Eh?! That’s not a break at all!” Ace exclaimed, before he could help it. He withdrew slightly at the glare that Riddle sent him.

“Yeah. I mean, like, something away from studying. Come on, the Chenya is visiting, do you think I’d wanna watch you two studying?” Chenya whined, throwing his arms out. He seemed very.. mischievous. Clearly, this was not his first rodeo.

“And what do you suggest?” Riddle raised a brow.

“I know!” Chenya declared, like he had been waiting for it, then he set his sights on Ace. Ace startled when Chenya started walking towards him, getting closer and cupping his ear to whisper into it.

Ace lit up while Riddle grimaced. Ace looked at the housewarden, newfound fervor in his demeanor. Ace had a mission and he could tell Riddle was not looking forward to finding out what it was.

“What are you two scheming over there?” Riddle demanded and Chenya shook, like he forgot the other was there. Then, the same fervor was in his eyes.

“Get him!” Chenya shouted, suddenly, as if Ace were a soldier or a knight or… something. Still, Ace obliged, running to pounce Riddle. Riddle didn’t seem to stop him, even though he very well could have, so the freshman could tell that he was curious about where this was going to go.

Then, Ace wiggled his fingers on Riddle’s sides and Chenya joined in, tickling Riddle’s ribs and armpits.

“H-huh?! Unhahand me!”

“No way! You were right, he is ticklish!” Ace exclaimed, almost incredulously.

“Hehe, isn’t he?” Chenya giggled. And that’s when it seemed to click in Riddle’s mind that that’s what they were whispering about. Riddle bit his lip, trying to resist but it was all over before he even began.

“Lehehehet gohoho!” Riddle laughed, an unwilling blush rising to his cheeks. Ignoring all that Riddle was, he looked so.. cute and innocent here.

“Nuh uh! This is how I want to spend my break!” Ace started poking his fingers in between Riddle’s ribs, loudly and obnoxiously singing some classical music, like Riddle was a piano. He knew he would probably die later, but… it was worth it.

When he hit a particular sensitive spot on his ribs, Riddle actually snorted. Yep. Definitely worth it.

Chenya was squeezing Riddle’s thighs, lightly grazing the tops of his knees all the while.

“You twohohoho, stahahap!” Riddle cried, squirming and trying to grab his magic pen from his pocket. That is, until Ace started scratching at Riddle’s waist, grazing his sides just barely, but enough to drive him mad.

“No way! Not when I found out my housewarden is,” Ace started, teasingly. “…this ticklish~” He enunciated his words with a poke to his side, laughing at how Riddle jolted each time.

“Teehee, he is just as ticklish as he was when he was little! So cuteee!” Chenya cooed, his slender fingers exploring Riddle’s tummy and bellybutton.

“Shuhuhut uhuhup!” Riddle screeched, his face bright red and Ace wasn’t really sure whether it was from embarrassment or anger. Maybe both. Maybe this shouldn’t go on much longer, he thought, thinking back about the times Riddle had used his unique magic on him. Riddle was better about it now, but he definitely still had his limits.

“Seems like you’re having fun?” A voice called out of seemingly nowhere. All three heads jerked towards the sound, spotting Trey in the doorway.

“Trehehehey! Mahahahake theheheem stohop!” Riddle giggled, finally giving up on trying to break free as he looked at Trey who chuckled in response.

“Alright, don’t you guys think he’s had enough?” Trey asked, walking closer to them but never actually stopping. Ace looked at his house warden and backed away. Chenya got in a few more pokes in before he stopped, as well, deciding to jog over to Trey.

“Trey! Your best friend is here!” He exclaimed, pointing at himself and winking. A fond smile made its way onto Trey’s face and Ace offhandedly wonders about the history between the three.

It is almost silent for a few moments, save for Riddle exhaling slowly and deeply.

“I hope that made for a sufficient break.” Riddle glared at the two, but especially Ace. Likely for giving into Chenya’s whims, which.. fair, but shouldn’t he be more angry at Chenya who suggested tickling him in the first place?!

“It definitely did, Housewarden!” Ace admitted, pushing any fear of retaliation that he might’ve had, recalling the moments just now. If Riddle hadn’t collared him, he must be safe, right? And well, it’s Riddle. Riddle would never do something so petty like tickle him back.

“Whatever. Let’s just get back to learning. And there will be no breaks until we are finished,” The Housewarden declares, sitting up to pick up one of the textbooks on the table. However, he scooted closer towards Ace, so that they were more diagonal than across.

Ace decided not to think about it too much. That is, until Riddle began poking him in the side every time he lost focus or got an answer wrong.

He supposed that this was what he deserved, so he didn't say anything. At least pokes in the side were all it was…

He shivered at the thought of Riddle finding out about how embarrassingly ticklish he was, but he’ll save that for another day! Now, he just has to get through this tutoring session… Ughhhh…

[leejenowrld]

i really wanna know how they would decorate their house when they move in together hehehe!!

also, imo i would say i prefer jeno’s pov > alternative side of the fic bc i feel like the latter would change my (and probably others) view of the current loving jeno we have 😣 but its really up to you as i’m sure you have many great ideas <33

omg i love this!!! it’s gonna be long and filled with descriptions and some cute behind the scenes facts so stay tuned!!!! you will fall for yn and jeno even harder ugh

(also i might make a jeno pov but show some unwritten/unseen scenes that can make me explore a different side to his character, maybe his conflicted side idk i wanna do smth fun hehe)

ok so some fun facts, jeno basically built this house for her when they grew older 😭 i’m talking like 24-27. seeing as though he has a strong background in architecture and engineering, he knows about all this stuff and idk he just had a lot of input in the building of the house and he designed everything. it’s so sweet :( jeno worked his ass off in so many jobs at one time just to be able to do this

yn had no clue this was happening. it was genuinely a surprise and he had it hidden for so many years, imagine the reaction when she found out?? safe to say she was crying to him all night long in their new and beautiful room in their new house 😭 they both work incredibly hard, have good jobs and worked their asses off in education and their grown up jobs so it’s safe to say they deserve and have earned this luxurious house. also since yn didn’t know about it, jeno did design the layout and most of the interior, he knows what his girl likes :) he designed it for her, her style and her color schemes, his style is different but he honestly didn’t care. he wanted to do this for her, he’s so endlessly in love with her and just wanted to do this for the love of his life :( he wanted to build her a home that she loved and that they could grow up in its so fucking cute

let me start off with they’re rich rich like they’re both hard working so i imagine their house to reflect that

ok ramble after. the house 🖤🖤

i’ll start off with their shared bedroom.

it’s very minimalist, very blue color scheme that they both vibe with. this is really the only room that doesn't scream 'girly' because it's also his room and idk i just think it makes sense to have their shared master bedroom like this

they have a very luxurious en suite

they have the best view, jeno knows that yn is a sucker for views and pretty scenes so you’ll see that around their house. the neighbourhood they’re in is filled with nature and pretty sights

they tend to people watch from their view in their shared bedroom and it’s so mf cute. yn will be standing in front of the window and jeno will come up behind her, back hug, so close to her (kinda same vibe as the ending of mfal) and he will kiss her cheek so softly and whisper sweet things into her ear 🥹

they also have those windows that people from outside can’t look into so you bet jeno has her pushed up against the windows screaming his name more times than none ;)

yns ‘girly room’

he built yn her dream room 🥹 it’s a girly and pink room, she’s just a girl. it has all her cute skincare and her vanity and her makeup like you might not think it but she loves this type of stuff!! she’s a whore for it, her and retail therapy go hand in hand and jeno knows that and made sure to give her a room that it just her, a room where she can wind down in. he put the most effort and thought into this room, he wanted it to be perfect for her. it also has her book shelf!! and her cute reading sofa. it’s her safe haven. it’s a good place for her to chill in when she needs to get away and when she feels anxiety and that’s exactly why jeno made it for her :(

it’s kinda a private room for yn lol like she likes to keep it away and keep it to herself because it’s just the biggest gift jeno has ever given her (the entire house is duh)

but she loves to chill with jeno in here 🥹 they’ve had their softest sex moments in here

as well as their rough sex!! hell yeah. this is the room where yn keeps her lingerie lmao

the kitchen

i’m not completely satisfied with the photos i found but oh well, just the vibe is that it’s very girly lmao. keep in mind jeno designed this, he did it for his girl ❤️ he truly doesn’t give a shit like he put what she wanted above his own needs, he thrives off that shit, he loves giving her love and just giving. he is so in love i can’t express it enough

yn can’t cook for shit so he is always here making her meals and food :( he will always ask her what she wants for dinner, he will always make what she wants above what he wants

imagine him as a dad cooking for his family, making the pancakes in the morning 🥺

imagine how much sex has happened in this room… fucking insane

living room

one of my faves, it just screams home. i don’t have much to say to say about this room, just enjoy the pics 🫶

just imagine the fluffiest and biggest and comfiest sofa, the cuddling and sex that happens on there 🥺

the movie nights man!!! they invite all their friends too it’s the cutest shit ever

the garden

so girly

so many flowers

it’s just beautiful

so many butterflies come in aswell 🥹

jenos camera roll is just filled with photos of yn in this garden like he’s obbessed

[automatayaoi]

*throws a dozen dress up clowns at your head* Character design!!! murder puppet apologism!!! chemicals turning frogs gay!!! its kero kero time!!!! i dont know how to type up a real bio so im just throwing tidbits fullspeed at your window and also partially me spitballing speghetti against the wall

✨ their name is kero pierrot ofc, and they are a funny little frog clown married to arlequino hehe. keeping with the theme of commedia dell'arte their name is based off the character of the pierrot (and it's also a pun on keroppi since theyre my favorite sanrio character waha)

✨ the Pierrot was a tragic and lovesick figure, portrayed as naïve but endearing, often hiding their true feelings behind their jokes, and was a popular choice for romantic artists

✨ kero is a widdle bit fucked up in the brain zone but its FIIINE just slap a coat of face paint on there and ur good 8) Do not perceive the crushing mental illness behind the curtain

✨ grew up in america ofc, came to japan for reasons that turned out to be highly fallible (they maybe trust people a little too easily), refuses 2 talk abt this, they are however lacking in places to stay and money to spend so start of everything theyre Struggling A Little

✨ at this point they arent even kero really just Person...pathetic sopping wet frog you find under a rock. they had a special interest in clownery but always sort of put those kinds of thoughts to the side as more of a silly daydream than a goal they could achieve

✨ a clown without its nose have you ever seen anything so sad

✨ they first see masaru and the rest of the nakamichi circus when they saw them perform their street show (starting here), they just happened to be in the park at the time, and it's honestly the first time kero has felt happy since they Arrived in japan

✨ magic of the circus

✨ they spend the next few weeks going to the park and sorta following the nakamichi circus around to see more of their street shows, they don't really have much else to do anyway, they might as well spend some time having fun watching a circus act

✨ they attend so many that they actually start getting recognized by some of the circus members, especially masaru and shirogane since theyre very Perceptive. not a lot of details on those thoughts currently but masaru probably does his Main Protag/Therapist thing and gets to know kero

✨ BUT the way they actually join the nakamichi circus is during the performers meetup (starting here), kero goes to see their show again, but then things start Going Very Wrong and masaru's left by himself with no one to perform with. Little guy problems

✨ they've seen how much masaru and the others have been working and struggling in the past weeks, improving their street show, their cooperation with each other, and even if masaru hadn't talked to them they couldn't stand seeing something that made them so happy go down in flames like this

✨ SO! they hop in with vilma naota and mitsuushi to save the act! they don't have circus training like them so they can't do any fancy acts, but kero knows how to improv and roll with the punches, so they play off of the others as second zanni to liven up the show

✨ after that, i think they'd try to slip away quietly (kind of cant believe they did that) but masaru goes after them and asks them to join the circus!

✨ he knows that they wanted to be a clown, and even without formal training, he thinks having a western style clown will help the nakamichi circus stand out from the crowd! (also a call back to this moment in the manga when they went to see the straw circus)

✨ this is when they actually introduce themselves as Kero Pierrot to the others. there is no other name only Clown

✨ this has been a lot of masaru talk so far sorry he's my little buddy inflicted with main character disease. also i dont get a chance to meet my husband until like chapter 380 so i gotta be doin smth in the mean time

✨ from here on, kero sticks with the nakamichi circus as their new home :) they already knew a lot about clowning, but they really throw themselves into studying it as best they can (usually by spending hours at a library computer since most don't really have a textbook on clowns) and also training with the other members to sorta expand their repertoire. they get a lot better at the classic clown skills, your juggling, your balloon animals, what have you, BUT they also start to learn the cyr wheel!

✨ kero and masaru bond over doing circus training together. i give him a little noogie.

✨ they become pretty close with ryouko and lise too !! i jus love all my circus family i get them to play board games with me

✨ Peaceful Life (Until Its Not)

✨ this post as already gotten so long (and also i wanna reread some parts of the manga to refresh my mindself) so at some point i will expand on kero's feelings irt masaru running away and narumi joining nakamichi circus, but theres a couple other important points i want to make :V

✨ kero sorta takes a back seat with the rest of the nakamichi gang until they show up at kuroga village

✨ Specifically they join lise heima and ryouko in going to mont-saint-michel to follow masaru (they are NOT!!! letting these children go off on their own to fight!!!!)

💕 this is when they meet arlequino hehe 💕

✨ they stay by ryouko's side while they fucking Book It form the shirogane-o, and that's when they run into arle

💕 sorry ryouko but I'M the one who smiles at him 💕

✨ i should make a separate post of the manga panels i'm def in. and/or rewrite the scene as a fic which i might do at some point but just wait

💕 anyway this post is long enough so all you have to know is we get married and now hes my malewife Arlequino Pierrot 💕

💕 tagging my karakuri buddies @dissonantyote @lameassboyfriend (i hope dats oke)

[theeflowerofcarnage]

If you’re willing pls some details on your bg3 character? They’re so gorgina. I love her. I wanna give her a lil daisy or smth and put it behind her ear. If possible. If not we’ll work something out. Your taste in screenshots is so good and I love seeing other ppls games. Especially when we have more than one in common.

What’s her class? Her name? Any subclasses 🤔

Any reason for The Gale romance, or is it one of those unexplained there is no reason types? Either way they’re cute.

Where does her expertise lie, any backstory you’ve thought of and decided on and willing to share?

What’s her favourite pass time, what’s her usual response to difficult situations be it emotionally or in a fight? Does she believe in a high power?

Much luv, if you decide to answer or not I appreciate your posts no matter the game popping up on my time line <3 just an interested individual passing thru swat me like a fly if necessary and carry on 🤞🏼 I’m glad it seems like ur having a good time, hope ur doing well !

First of all thank you SOO much for asking ❤️❤️❤️ I didn’t think anyone would be that interested <<333 this ask made my day

n ive been thinking over it a lot since getting into act 3, ((im not a dnd expert  sooo consider the follow some silly musings I have on her backstory/abilities 🙈)) 

Tldr is-

Dark Eyes is a Mephistopheles tiefling, she used to be a cleric but I changed her class later to an Archfey Warlock, she is an outlander and worships Kelemvor!!

She was born at sea! her parents were human & lived as merchants. They loved her despite her unexpected infernal heritage, they called her 'dark eyes' for her unusual appearance. She had a relatively happy childhood, she always felt at home in far off places. While sailing to the Sword Coast thier ship was capsized by a storm, her parents and the crew died but she survived, washed ashore near a temple dedicated to Kelemvor. From this point on, her life was marked by a quiet melancholy and deep religious fervor. Her near death experience exposed the capricious nature of fate.

she fully embraced the path of a Cleric of Kelemvor and traveled extensively over all of Faerun giving the last rites to the dying and aiding the departed, until the day she met a dying dryad in a forest, taking pity on her she guided its spirit to the realm beyond gaining the favor of the Faerie Queen Titania, ultimately sealing her fate as an Archfey Warlock.

Among the Fey she was reborn as 'Nemeth' a name given to her by her first lover a Leanan sidhe being. Under the guidance of these fey beings, she embraced life with reckless abandoned, danced among dryads in deep elder forests, and sung the songs of the rusalkas. She inspired poets and was the bane of mortal men, she learned to act in accordance to her own whims rather than being a martyr  - to me she is always very fickle and easy to displease, I've had her hex people for saying rude things to her (looking at u lord whitburn) on the surface she is seems distant but she still has a soft heart, where others fight she likes to wait things out, let others expose themselves, charm and decieve (in a way her and Raphael would get a long very well if they weren't enemies in game hehe)

On the gale romance- well, that was a complete accident what can I say his dorkish nature is bewitching!!

they definitely play off each other well!! If it weren't for Gale she really wouldn't be trying so hard to save others. Being a warlock, she knows better than most that, to give into raw power is to become infinetly more vulnerable to the greater beings that wield it- She wants Gale to understand this!! Despite being a warlock, she still gives patronage to Kelemvor, it’s a big reason why she does not like Mystra's influence over Gale - to her Kelemvor is impartial, fair - he doesn't keep his devotees on a leash and does not interfere in mortal affairs, he is the washing away of these things, the cleansing of all desire. She wants Gale to see that his life is his own- only if he lets go! Anyways in my head she and Gale adopted the tiefling Arabella and sent her away to wizard school or whatever the equilvalent is

[azalea-bee]

🐶🐙🦝🐝 ^^!

!! hi hello! :]

🐶. Who are your fictional caregivers? Do you have a 'main' one?

my main one is dick grayson/nightwing from dc comics hehe :D i also like batman and sun/moon from security breach a lot

🐙. Do they have any nicknames for you? Is there meaning behind them?

ooh i haven’t thought abt this much tbh! i don’t have any names specific to a cg, but in general i like the nicknames sunflower, kiddo, little one, sweetheart, tulip, and bug :] so those are usually what i picture myself being called hehe

🦝. What are they like as a caregiver? Feel free to talk about as many as you want.

i think dick would be very comforting and quick to understand what someone needs :] i picture him as someone who’s really good at matching your energy, like if you want to run around and wrestle and go to the park he’s right there with you! but he’s just as willing to curl up with a stuffie and watch tv or nap together <3

for sun and moon, i picture them as very creative cgs! they love doing arts and crafts and putting on plays and puppet shows and dress-up fashion runways, and eventually i think they’d get really good at tag-teaming in and out to work with each of their strengths :D

🐝. Talk about your fictional caregiver! It can be any information you want to share about them- It doesn't need to be caregiver or regression related!

i have a large jellycat smudge elephant that i named after dick, i call her dickie or grayson and she is my stand-in cg when i feel small <3 she’s super soft and squishy and very comforting when i need a little cuddle :]

[bonjourxrenae]

Some .hack//YGO AU thoughts under the Read More, bc if I don’t breathe it into existence it will NEVER BE………

I'm drawing self-indulgent arts and strips about it... might make it a fic someday...? idk

My partner Quill (@themadcaptain) and I are putting characters in situations again, and we’re here in the hit online MMO The World

*Yuki Kajiura's The World playing softly in the background*

We've really only ever seen .hack//SIGN and between us, we've maybe played 3 out of 4 of the PS2 games (we started replaying .hack//Infection a while back) so our knowledge of the series is vague and limited at best... I'll look into the rest, but .hack is just a large multimedia franchise with SO MUCH BACKGROUND STUFF HAPPENING

anyway, BACKGROUND STUFF (assuming you know nothing of the .hack series):

The World is a fairly standard VR-enabled MMORPG, but otherwise functions as any other MMO does. It was originally created by programmer Harald Hoerwick under the name Fragment.

The story behind The World itself is largely based on an epic poem known as the Epitaph of the Twilight, written by fictional poet Emma Wieland. Hoerwick was infatuated with Wieland, and when she died, he created Fragment in order to immortalize her work. Fragment, and subsequently The World, contains a secret black box project he had been working on: the ultimate AI named Aura. In universe, this black box data exists within the game, but it is unable to be analyzed. CC Corp, the company that buys Fragment from Hoerwick, beta tests it (with beta testing ending early for unknown reasons), and releases an upgraded version known as The World.

Because of the presence of this Ultimate AI, a lot of mysteries crop up in game, and some players are met with disaster as a result (ie. many fall into comas, have their consciousness trapped in game, etc etc.) and CC Corp is trying to cover up these disasters by deflecting responsibility. However, the AI has been aiding hackers within the game in stopping the mysterious corruption in the game's files.

...SO WHERE DO THE YUGIOH DUDES COME IN?

The parallels between Harald Hoerwick and Pegasus are obvious. It would also be really cool to have his dead fiancée have more of a role other than being Pegasus's muse and motivation. (Also, if you've played the .hack games and seen the creatures in game, then you know this is something he would have absolutely created.) I don't know much about Wieland, but it's implied that she was using Hoerwick's research and talents for her own ends, which is fascinating.

I like the idea of Kaiba Corp collaborating with I2 on this game, with I2 selling it to KC... I also imagine KC still having Gozaburo and The Big Five who would be dismissive of the players' concerns about the comas and such, going so far as to delete forum threads and accounts just to save face...

Then we have Seto Kaiba. The future CEO of Kaiba Corp. Current leader of the Cobalt Knights (group of admins in The World working for KC), and this AU's stand in for Balmung of the Azure Skies Eyes (hehe). I imagine he has NO IDEA what's going on behind those closed doors, but eventually learns what role KC is playing in regards to all of this, and vows to put an end to it on his terms. I also like to believe Mokuba is also part of the Cobalt Knights, and is one of the victims who gets his consciousness trapped in the game, very much like Tsukasa from .hack//SIGN.

And Noa Kaiba? Big Morganna Energy... In .hack//SIGN, Morganna was created to oversee the birth of the Ultimate AI, but would ultimately rebel from this purpose, stalling the development of the Ultimate AI and setting off a lot of disastrous events. I imagine Noa would also be, like, the consciousness uploaded into the system - the one who could access the black box data - but could not export it to KC. With his own father abandoning him within the mainframe, Noa is working to destroy the game from the inside out... and he's responsible for trapping Mokuba in-game.

I feel like if one's consciousness can be uploaded into the MMO, I think it could stand to reason that ghosts and spirits can exist there too...

Alright, so there's some background info... and sadly we're a bit intimidated trying to tackle it all, and also trying to keep up with the different continuities between the different anime and the video games... one day, we'll figure it out... and one day I won’t be too intimidated to tackle this story from Kaiba’ POV…

I’ll probably make a separate post about what everyone else’s role is in The World a bit later!!! owo;;

[sunny6677]

Crumbled Papers

A (Hetalia) Japan x Male! Reader

Chapter 5

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As the next few days had passed, Y/N had been exploring more parts of the house.

Most days involved Japan just coming in to see if he needed anything, or to say good night or good morning. Japan was polite enough to make him breakfast and dinner, so he usually felt relieved.

Japan had owned a lot of things for his house; an onsen in the back, a plethora of Sakura Trees all around his house, and a totally beautiful view. He was basically any Ghibli fans dream man.

Y/N still felt a bit odd in his presence though.

While he wasn't rude or anything, it still felt a little strange to be around someone he had barely ever talked to in his life before. It was a little weird to have a man of such a status living with him.

Y/N sat comfortably in front of the open door, as sunlight treaded in beautifully, it's rays embracing all that it touched.

In its warm grasp, Y/N sat still and was deep in thought.

Hellfire still surrounded him, even in such a calm moment like this. He didn't know how he would ever put it out.

Y/Ns breathing felt shaky as he thought about the fire again, the roaring and gruesome flames that almost consumed him whole as he narrowly escaped from his collapsing house.

And he swallowed his fears back up. The fire became more intense as he took out his phone, and went to YouTube.

A song. Maybe that would calm him down.

His trembling fingers typed desperately against the keyboard on the search bar, his lips were quivering and salty tears barely stayed sealed behind his eyes.

The song he was wanting to play had shown up on the search suggestions, and he immediately clicked.

He tapped on the video, and luckily, no ads played. The familiar guitar intro sounded, and he felt his breathing still shaking.

It was his favorite song in the whole world; "Thats Alright, Mama". While it did soothe him in the harshest of times, it would usually take a minute or two to fully calm him down.

His heart slowly stopped pounding as he took a deep breath in, and another breath out.

He repeated this, making his heartbeat more stable. A sense of relief started to overcome him as the grand, smooth voice of Elvis Presley blessed him.

"Pardon me, but," Japan's voice suddenly showed up from behind him, causing him to flinch slightly; "what are you ristening to?" He asked, looking down at him curiously.

Those cold, pupil-less eyes of simbersite glared down at him once more.

"Um-- uh.. its-- its uh, called Thats Alright, Mama. Its um-- a very good song! Hehe.." Nervously laughed the once trembling Y/N.

Japan replied with a calm, less shaky voice; "Mm.. werr, if it's arright with you.. may I sit down here?"

Y/N slightly widened his eyes, but immediately replied to his question with a fast; "Um-- yeah, yeah! Sure!"

Japan's face was devoid of emotion as he quietly stepped to the empty spot next to Y/N, and slowly sat down, crossing his legs and playing his hands on his lap.

The song that Y/N was playing still played silently, as the sun reflected onto them both.

A strange feeling inside Y/Ns chest appeared, and a bead of sweat dripped down his face.

He didn't know why, but anytime Japan walked in on him doing something, this is just the feeling he got. It only ever seemed to go away when he went away. So Y/N silently prayed he would get bored and leave.

The song finished, Y/N felt less hellfire now, yet it still remained present.

So Y/N went to go play another song, but as he did, Japan spoke once more; "I wonder.. is that song you prayed part of your curture?"

"Huh? Oh-- um, it ain't a song from my country-- but uh, it sounds really similar to some of the songs in mine, heheh." Y/N said back, typing in the name of another song.

Japan quietly hummed in response, and sat in silence again.

"How Do You Think I Feel" by Jimmie Rodgers Snow began to play, and the hellfire began to fade a little bit more again.

Y/N lifted up their legs, and wrapped their arms around it in an attempt to soothe themselves twice as more.

"You seem to rike more upbeat songs, don't you, Y/N-kun?" Said Japan, making Y/N avert his eyes softly as wind gently blew against his body.

"Um, yeah, I suppose.. it reminds me of my culture after all, heh." Said Y/N, practically burying his face inside his legs.

"Hmm. If it's arright, I'd rike to hear your curtures music after this one is over. If it sounds rike this, then I'd rove to here some more." Japan politely said, staring into the endless skies of Yellow Topaz and baby blue.

"R-- Really?.. Um, okay.." Said Y/N in response. He hadn't ever heard someone say they were interested in his culture before. So, he didn't know what else he could say.

Inhaling, he decided to suggest something as well.

"Maybe I could play some of your music too, if you don't mind.. I, um.. think it's catchy as well. So.. yeah, heh."

Y/N looked down at his lap as red overtook his face, Japan only made a slightly shocked look in response to his suggestion.

"Rea-- rearry? A-- Arigato, i didn't know you were interested in it as werr.."

"Well, you do tend to make a lot of good songs, especially the rock ones.. I might just be saying that cuz I like rock-music, but still."

"Mmm.. werr, after this, may I rook up the song?"

"S-- Sure, pal."

The song continued on, and then finished after a few minutes. Y/N readjusted his position to be more comfortable, and Japan slowly looked over to them.

"Eto-- that was a rearry good song, but-- may I rook up my song now?" He asked.

"Uhh, yeah.. yeah, man. I like your music anyway."

Japan took Y/Ns phone slowly, and went to the search bar.

He typed in something that Y/N couldn't see directly, and tapped on what he could only assume to be a video of some sort.

A familiar instrumental then began to play.

"Flyday Chinatown" by Yasuha began to play, and Y/N slowly bobbed their head and body to the rhythm of the song.

"Heh, hey, I know this one.. its pretty damn catchy, I'd have to admit." Y/N said, a warm smile appearing on their face.

"Oh, rearry? I figured you probabry wourdnt know this one."

"Well, course I know! I make sure to keep up with every country in the best way I can, even if that means listening to their recent hits for hours on end.. can't imagine feeling embarrassed if they referenced something to their culture I didn't know."

"I see, werr.. your efforts to understand my curture do amaze me, Y/N-kun. I'm armost a rittle impressed.."

Y/N sat still, unsure of what to say, and then fixed up his posture.

"Well, who can't be? I'm naturally great after all." He said with a boasting, charming grin on his face. Japan didn't say anything, but then let out a small, barely heard giggle.

Y/N's lips slightly parted, he didn't expect for him to laugh of all things. He seemed like a pretty serious guy. Yet, he couldn't help but laugh right after him.

Birds chirped in the Sakura Trees, and cicadas chirped as well, letting out a beautiful chorus of nature. Y/N didn't realize, but the hellfire that consumed them was but a tiny flame as of now.

[khaleesiofalicante]

for the sake of my sanity I'm not gonna say anything about the last part of the new lbaf chapter cause it BROKE me

Instead I'm gonna tell you that ily so much bc i have Magnus feels rn. Those are the best feels to have. I love that Magnus and Rafe are so close. I love that the alliance is mentioned and it's importance is acknowledged. I love the fact that Magnus covered Rafe w a robe the way he did the first time they met.

I'd never thought about the true significance behind Max and Rafe's names but their name are a perfect reflection of how great Malec is and how just their existence is such a precious thing. I also loved Magnus saying that he doesn't want his chosen name to be passed down. Chosen names are so important, especially in the queer community and since it was transgender day of remembrance just the other day it felt even better.

Ik you have a scene where Magnus shares his name w Alec. can you give a hint on what it might be?

ALSO I DIDN'T REALISE ARJUN WAS NAMED AFTER ARJUN FROM THE MAHABHARATA WHO'S LITERALLY THE BEST ARCHER IN THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD FUCK DANI YOU'RE A GENIUS. I'm kinda turned on by how amazing your brain is.

Thankyou for an amazing chapter. Here's a book rec- The Palace of Illusions by Chitra Banerjee Devakaruni

Love, Yana

I'm a sucker for magnus feels so thank you so much <3

And i always put a lot of thought into names (of anything really) so thanks for that too. And you will find out about magnus' name eventually hehe. Patience!

And yes Arjun is named after Arjun from Mahabarata. Fun fact: One of the names on my baby list (YES I HAVE ONE OKAY) is Abhimanyu (who is Arjun's son).

Thank you so much for the book rec! I added it to my list!

[angeltism]

My lady, the fact that you actually put such thought into the science behind ship names is adorable, I quite literally could never. (All of my ocs ship names are just. 'those guys #1' etc. etc.)

Which option sounds the best to you, because I, once again, have a terrible case of indecisiveness. And I'm also not opposed to any of the options, I think the fact you and this anon have both put forward ideas is charming.

I never noticed the fact ship names generally cap out at ~8 - 9 letters, perhaps it's for ease of reading and pronunciation? the longest common english words are generally ~7 letters ('because' seems to be the longest common word?). We don't need ship names that are ~45 letters (pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis moment)

As for that anon's fic idea, forgive me for this but I am stealing the concept (fan+idol to friends to lovers) for something now, anon. Apologies in advance.

Ehehe, I suppose I have put a lot of thought into ship names ^o^ If you ever need help in regards to oc ship names, I'd be down to put this semi-useless knowledge to use.

I personally like Ivaqua and Aquavian, dunno why however they sound particularly nice to me,, Oh, Leviaqua too !! Goodness, so many choices.. ^_^

Also, good catch !! Now adding that to my brain folder of information about ship names.. I personally think someone should write/animate something with characters with really long names just so their ship name can be 45 characters,,

Fufufu, a fan+idol to friends to lovers fic does sound awfully sweet. I've probably said this about 40 times by now, but I'm awfully curious what you could be stealing the idea for, hehe ! If you write anything I'd be dying to read it, if you feel like sharing ^o^

[levi-supreme]

My name is Levi and my favorite emoji rn is 🤺

Levi my love my beloved my baby my husband my most precious person my entire world 🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ I will give you the moon and the stars and the universe if you want me to <333 also because you're Levi, I'm giving you the best of the best and everything I can 💖💖💖💖 and of course, you're getting more of everything because you're my love <333

Chinese name: 勇安 (Yong An): 勇 (Yong = brave, courageous, fierce); 安 (An = peaceful, quiet, tranquil, safe)

Japanese name: 翔 (Shou = soar, fly, glide)

Korean name: 준용 joon-yong (Hanja: 俊荣 Jun Rong): 준 [俊] (Jun = handsome, talented, capable); 용 [荣] (Yong/Rong = honour, glory, flourish, prosper)

Bubble tea order: Earl grey milk tea, 0% sugar, no ice

Dessert: Lavender cookies // Palmier // Hanami dango

Send me your name and I'll give you three things!!

[m-jelly]

Hiie! I'm sending anon cuz I already send you one ask before and I don't want you to think I'm "crazy" or feel uncomfortable, but here it goes.. On the first seasons, almost an AU, when Levi and his group leave the walls (w Eren, Mikasa, etc), they accidentally find Levi's friend who is supposed to be dead - Furlan-, and they discover reader, who is a mix w Hange and Katie's from HG, lives outside the walls and she usually save some soldiers, like Furlan -who works with her killing titans and going on missions- and Isabel -who works more in the medical area-, and always makes experiments with titans, being able to kill a lot of them without de ODM gear, so Levi is just like BITCH NOW U HAVE MY HEART, BODY AND SOUL but doesn't show cuz he's kinda embarrassed so he ask Furlan for help

(Sorry if it's too big I just loved this idea and wanted to share, hope u feel comfortable to do it 😊)

First off, I don't think you are crazy <3 I am happy for people to send me as many requests as they want <3 I'm here for you, so if one person sends me 10+ requests I will answer all of them hehe. Ooow I like this. It's canon, but the timeline is changed by the reader's involvement. Lovely. The way it'll have to work is possibly Levi never found the bodies of Isabel and Furlan, but he thinks they're dead. She'll be a bit of an inventor too. This will be fun <3

Love lessons.

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: canon world, falling in love, flustered Levi, Levi asks for lessons about love, cute Levi, confessions, sweetness, fluff, date.

Concept: When Levi returns to his friends, he finds them missing and a titan left there. Levi destroys the titan thinking the worst has happened. However, in their search outside the walls years later they find a very alive Furlan outside a once abandoned base, now restored. While exploring, they discover you. You share your story of life outside the walls and show off the equipment you use to protect yourself from titans. You share your weapons with the scouts and help them improve their chances of living against the titans. While teaching them, a certain grumpy man is falling hard for you. Levi asks Furlan for help and gains love lessons so he can make you his.

One minute his world was ending, then the next it was back to how it was. Levi had thought he'd lost his two best friends to the first titan they'd ever met, but he was wrong. All those years ago he thought they were dead, but they were alive. Levi sat there on his horse staring at Furlan limping around outside an abandoned base that had been fixed up.

Levi moved closer with the scouts behind him. "Furlan!"

Furlan jumped, then looked over to his friend. He dropped the crate he was carrying and waved at Levi with a bright smile. "Levi!"

Levi rode over, then jumped off his horse. "I thought you were dead!"

Furlan hugged Levi, then pulled back with a grin. "We were saved by this really nice lady. She had these weird devices that caused lots of smoke and made it dark. The titan stopped moving in the smoke. It was so strange."

Erwin pulled the reins of his horse. "Titan stopping smoke? Interesting. Where is this woman who saved you?"

Furlan waved them over. "This way. She's with Isabel right now."

Levi, Erwin, Mike and Hange all walked with Furlan as the rest of the scouts stayed behind the strange wall you had that seemed to crackle and buzz. They moved through the halls and admired how clean it was, along with the strange art and decorations all over the place. It was welcoming, but there were also things in place to protect the building as well.

Furlan pushed the door open and smiled as he said your name. "You have visitors! It's my friend Levi I told you about."

Levi looked over to Isabel sitting on a bed, then you standing over her with strange glasses on and gloves. You looked like you had a needle and thread and you were pulling it. You poured liquid on a fabric, then dabbed the wound.

You stepped back and sighed. "There, all done." You put your tools down, then pulled off your surgical glasses. "Hello, you must the be scouts. I've seen you lot riding out here, but you've never found me. I'm glad I finally got the chance." You introduced yourself and offered your hand. "Pleasure to meet you."

Erwin shook your hand and smiled. "Erwin. This is Mike, Hange and Levi."

You shook their hands one after the other. "Lovely to meet you all. Can I get you something to eat or drink?"

Hange picked up your glasses, then held them up. "What are these!?"

You smiled. "Surgical glasses. They magnify things and help me see things closer up." You waved them to follow you, then you led them down the hall. "I will get you drinks. I insist on it. I have fresh lemonade, or you can have my homegrown tea."

Levi perked up. "Homegrown tea?"

You nodded. "That's right!" You walked around your large kitchen and put out the lemonade with glasses, then you started making tea. "You know. I really am glad you guys found me. I have so many cool things for you to try against the titans." You poured cups of tea and smiled. "Enjoy." You gasped. "Food!" You grabbed from bread and meat. "Here you go. The meat is fresh. I have my own livestock." You referred to the seats around the table. "Sit for a moment and let's talk."

Erwin sat and sighed as his muscles relaxed. "What is making me feel so relaxed?"

You sat and wiggled in excitement. "That'll be the tea and the incense. I've discovered that certain herbs and flowers have different effects on humans. This one causes you to relax. Isabel, Furlan and the others here I've helped were a little on edge, mainly because that titan was rather close."

Erwin gulped. "How do you keen the titans away?"

You blushed a little. "Well, when it was just me they didn't come close. However, the more people I saved the more I had to fight them. I was living in the trees near here and I was pretty sick of it. So, I started messing with things. I found some strange stuff washed up on the beaches and along with some metal I might have taken, I started experimenting. Did you know water can generate energy? This whole building has lights, not candles. The answer is electricity! You convert force from the water and the motion of a wheel moving in to produce power. I funnel the power through conductive material wrapped in things that don't conduct for safety reasons. Turn out, the titans don't like electricity. It hurts if it's not dealt with safely."

Hange squealed. "I must see your notes!"

You nodded and waved over one of your tea. "Could you take Hange to my records room? Show her everything she wants."

Erwin hummed. "What about the smoke?"

You blushed. "Well, it's a device like a ball. when certain materials mix, then produce a very dark smoke. To activate it, you press a button to mix them and the smoke comes out of the little vents. I'd give you the names of the materials, but I don't know what they are. I just messed with things over the years."

Mike leaned closer and sniffed around you. "Strange. You don't smell like a normal human. You smell like, well, flowers."

You laughed a little. "Well, Titans know the scent of humans, so I soak myself in floral baths every night for years to get rid of my natural human scent. I also have a cream I rub into my skin. I get those who live with me to do that same. We also wear colours that match the environment around us. I know we won't be safe forever, so I have a backup home in the trees."

Erwin hummed as he tapped his finger on the table. "Can we have access to your weapons?"

"Of course! It's all yours. Just, don't be weirded out by the glass arrows."

"What?"

You sighed. "There are these arrows that break on landing and release a strong concentration of human smell."

"Fascinating. And Titans run to it?"

You nodded. "Yes." You cleaned up the table and smiled. "So, would you like to stay here for a bit? I have plenty of room and you look like you need a bath or shower."

Erwin got up. "Thank you." He let out a long sigh. "We could all do with a rest."

You waved another person over. "Please take these gents and the scouts outside to rooms and the bathroom." You smiled, then turned your head to see Levi was still sitting there. "Hello. Levi, right? Furlan and Isabel would not stop talking about you for the many hours I had them." You tilted your head as Levi's cheeks were pinks and the tops of his ears. You reached over and touched his forehead. "Are you okay? You look a little hot."

Levi was blushing. He wasn't unwell, but blushing hard from you. You'd saved his friends, kept them healthy, you grew your own tea, kept a very clean home and you were pretty. He gulped hard as he felt something inside him that he'd never felt before. He felt a little flustered.

Levi pulled away, but at such a force that he fell off his stool. He stumbled backwards, then tripped over the fallen stool. He blushed even more at what he'd just done.

You smiled at him, then picked up the stool. "It's okay. You don't have to speak to me. Just know that if you need anything at all, I'm here for you."

Levi thought of different things to ask for or to say but it didn't work out. "TEA!" He winced at shouting. "M-More tea please."

You knew instantly what was wrong. You'd seen a nervous man before, so seeing such a handsome and strong one was flustered by you was cute. "Sure." You got out a tea that would calm his nerves. "Is there anything here at my base that you would like to see? Anything that piques your interest?"

Levi's eyes ran all over your beautiful body. "You."

You turned to him with his tea. You were a little impressed that he let that slip, but you could tell by looking at him he didn't mean to say it. "What was that?"

Levi took his tea. "N-nothing."

"Well, if you need anything." You walked closer to him. "Anything at all. I'm right here for you."

Levi let out a long sigh he didn't know he was holding as soon as you left the room. He sat down a the table and groaned as his feelings felt like a mess. He was a mess around you for days. The scouts left the base, but Levi opted to stay because Furlan and Isabel were there and they didn't want to leave you. Hange also stayed, mainly because she wanted access to your experiments and wanted to help you with them.

Erwin would come out every week to visit. He'd stay for a few days, then leave. Thanks to you and Hange working together, the scouts were finding newer and safer ways to kill the Titans that attacked them. You were like some sort of angel that came out of nowhere. You were wonderful and perfect to Levi.

Levi would help you out and watch you every single day, but whenever you flirted and talked to him about anything but Titan business he'd fumble his words. Levi didn't mind a bit because it made you laugh. He wanted to be around you as much as possible. He wanted to make you laugh.

He was with you so often, then he discovered you were actually very vulnerable. You'd lost so many friends and family to the Titans. You'd beat yourself up a lot when an experiment would fail. You would often mentally beat yourself up. Levi thought you were wonderful though, but he wanted to do better than he had been. So, he needed the help of his friends.

Furlan watched Levi pace backwards and forwards in front of him in the weapons room. Furlan worked on weapons for you and Isabel was medical. Furlan smiled, then cleaned his hands. "If I was pacing this much, you would tell me that I look like I really need a shit. So, what's on your mind?"

Levi stopped and said your name. "She's on my mind. She's always on my mind. I stayed here because of her." He looked to Furlan. "No offence."

Furlan chuckled. "None taken. I know how much I mean to you and Isabel does too, but this woman is something else. You love us two like family, but this woman you want to make a family with."

Levi blushed hard. "Yes."

Furlan hummed a laugh and patted a seat. "Sit and let's talk."

Levi sat down, then put his head in his hands. "What do I do? Every time I'm close to her I become a blubbering mess! Help me."

"Yeah, you are really bad."

Levi glared at his friend. "Tch, oi? You're supposed to be helping me."

Furlan let out a long sigh. "Well, in my opinion, she likes you a lot. So, all you need to do is ask her out on a date."

"How the fuck do I do that? There's nowhere to go out here!"

"Think. What would she like? What would sweep her off her feet?"

Levi hummed and frowned. "I think I know. Thanks."

"Confidence is key!"

"Got it!"

Levi went to your kitchen, then packed a nice romantic lunch and even grabbed a bottle of wine. He took the bag to the gear room, then put on the new and improved ODM gear you made, which was more compact and used higher compressed gas. Plus, they weren't carrying around massive things on their backs. He stormed down the halls and found you outside tending to your garden.

Levi let out a long sigh. "Confidence is key." He walked right up to you as one of your men flirted with you and made you laugh. Levi stood behind you and said your name.

You turned around and smiled. "Levi, lovely to see you. How can I help?"

He gulped hard, then pulled back his shoulders and held his head high. "You are coming with me. Now."

You smirked at Levi's confidence. "Am I now?"

Levi nodded. "It's a date."

You hummed a laugh and walked up to him. "Well, if you put it like that..." You hooked your arm around his. "Let's go."

Levi pulled you along to the edge of your protective wall. "Do you trust me?"

You nodded. "I do."

He handed you the bag. "Can you put this on?"

You pulled on the bag, then smiled. "Done. Now what?"

He turned his back to you. "Hop on and hold on tight."

You climbed onto his back, then locked your legs at the front. "This is exciting."

Levi smiled a little at feeling your thighs squeeze him, along with your boobs against his back. Levi fired his gear, then lifted you and him up into the air. He flew with you through the trees and felt you squeeze him at first out of fear, then you relaxed. He smiled when he heard you giggle and squeal in delight. He left the trees and reached the wall.

Levi's feet slammed against the wall. "We're going straight up, so you better hold on tight."

You squeezed Levi. "Hold on!" You squealed as you fired up into the air and Levi laughed at you. "Don't laugh! This is all new to me!"

Levi flew up, then landed on the wall. "I used this gear for years. You made it better." He placed his hand on yours. "You can let go now."

You dropped off Levi's back and panted. "That was something." You hummed a laugh. "No wonder you all feel so free and don't want to lose the gear."

Levi took his gear off and hummed. "Well, we're glad you changed it to something better. The damn old gear would leave marks and bruises."

You gasped and rubbed Levi's chest making him blush. "Are you bruised now? Can I help?"

He was perfectly fine. "Yes, actually. What you're doing is perfect." The guilt started to set in. He grabbed your hand. "I lied. I'm fine. Your gear is perfect."

You smiled at him, then squeezed his hand. "You sure about that?"

Levi stared at you a little confused, then you winked at him letting him know you wanted to. "Ah, actually it hurts a little."

"Let's sit and I'll help." You took the bag off. "Sound good?"

Levi opened the bag. "Wait." He pulled out a blanket and put it down. "There."

You sat down and waited for him to sit. You rubbed his chest again and hummed. "The things we put our bodies through just to be free." You sighed. "It's crazy."

"Yeah." He gulped a little. "Thank you."

You smiled at him. "Any time Levi. I'll do anything for you."

Levi took your hand and played with it a little. "It's a nice view, huh?"

You looked out at the land and smiled. "It'll be so strange when we won't need these walls anymore."

"Tch, yeah." He grabbed the bag, then pulled out the food and wine. "So, this is a ah date. I brought wine and food."

You hummed a laugh. "So cute."

Levi blushed hard and gulped down some wine, then he handed you the bottle. "I'm not cute."

You down some wine and sighed after. "When a person calls someone cute, we're not saying they're adorable and weak." You leaned closer making him blush. "We're saying you're very attractive."

Levi locked eyes with you. "You find me attractive?"

"I do. I've been hinting that to you for a long time."

He shuffled closer. "Well, I find you incredibly attractive."

You whispered in his ear. "I know. I've known for a while that you have feelings for me, but I wanted you to take the lead. You needed the confidence boost."

Levi hummed. "I'm a little mad, but I also agree. You didn't think maybe I needed a slap in the face?"

"I can give you an actual slap if you want?"

He sighed. "No, no thank you. Tch, damn brat."

You leaned over and kissed him. "I love you, Levi Ackerman."

Levi blushed hard as he said your name. "You have my heart, body and soul. I love you too." He captured your lips again and hummed in happiness. "My sweet brat."

You hugged his side and hummed against his warm body. "Guess this means I'm yours now, huh?"

Levi put his arm around you. "Obviously."

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Special Needs (Pt. 1) (Dieter Bravo x Reader)

character: Dieter Bravo - The Bubble

summary: You're Dieter's assistant on a semi-vacation while he shoots his new film, until they call you in to stay in the hotel where he's staying.

word count: 1.4k

warnings: tiny angst? mentions of sex, SOFT!DIETER BC I CAN, cheesy goodness!!

comments: This was originally longer, but i decided to make it into two parts! So watch out for part two! Also! first time writing angst so hope i do it right hehe

Masterlist // Taglist // Pt. 2

Dieter had accepted a role in the upcoming Cliff Beasts 6 film, and in order for him to participate, the film's crew had imposed a quarantine on the actors. Good for you, his assistant; it meant you'd have a lot less work than you did before, given that you weren't allowed to stay in the hotel where they were staying. You're semi-vacation was going wonderful; you get to work calmly from home and your usually packed errands are practically nonexistent.

This vacation, however, does not grant you a relief from Dieter. When he felt lonely, he would text you every minor convenience, asking to call or video chat. It wouldn’t be much of a problem if those calls hadn’t made you felt a type of way. The idea that he turned to you when he needed someone is heartwarming, even if you know deep down that there's nothing special between the two of you. Just a celebrity and his assistant.

You received an odd call a few months ago from a man named Gavin, telling you to stay in the hotel where Dieter was staying. When asked why, the man replied, 'Mr. Bravo insisted you come,' which was odd because Dieter himself didn't tell you to come. Thinking about how urgent it might be, you quickly packed some essentials and threw in a few outfits suitable for every occasion. Gavin had sent you the flight ticket and details, as well as his best wishes for a safe flight.

As the car approaches the hotel's entrance, you notice Dieter's figure waving at you. When you get out of the car, you're surprised to find yourself engulfed in Dieter's arms. "I'm so glad to see you." "I-i'm glad to see y-you too, Mr. Bravo," you say, fumbling your words as you slowly wrap your arms around him, patting him on the back. "Are you okay?" He abruptly lets go of you and looks into your eyes, saying, "We'll talk in the room, come on." He struts into the hotel and ushers you in. Looking behind you, you notice two people carrying your belongings, allowing you to quickly catch up to your boss.

He escorted you to... his room? It has the same layout as the room from his video calls, and it's quite messy, indicating that someone has been living in it. 'There is no way this is my room,' you thought. Dieter waited for the people to put your luggage down before closing the door, “I am dying in here.”

“Are you alright? Are they not treating you right? Do you need anything?” He approached you slowly. “Do you wanna have sex?” Shocked, you step back a couple of steps, hitting the bed.

Did he really say what i thought he said? No it couldn’t be. Why would he want to do... That! With me? Besides! We can’t, if anyone finds out i’m done! An assistant fucking their boss? Whose a celebrity?! Oh they’re gonna think i got this job just to get a chance with him... Well, i mean i do think he’s quite attractive but i never expected anything to happen between us, i mean he’s him! and i’m just me.

The sound of his mouth repeating your name brought you back to reality. "U-uh yes! I mean! No! This is wrong, sir. We can’t." He takes a close step, perhaps too close. You take a step back, forgetting about the bed behind you, ending with you falling onto it. Dieter took advantage of the situation by hovering his figure above you, keeping you in place. "What's the harm? I see the way you look at me, i know you want me."

Oh my god, I'm done. Goodbye, career.

"I-no! We really shouldn't. I can't do it."

"Tell me why."

In actuality, I've pondered this moment many times before. I never hesitated to say yes all of those times. But now that it's happening, I can't help but wonder what it means for our future. Will we evolve into something more? Or am i just someone to satisfy his desires just for one night only?

You lightly caressed his cheek with your hand. Surprised by the soft touch, he melted into your warmth, satisfying his need even if its just a tiny bit, “We can’t, Dieter.”

"Please, i need you. Tell me why we can’t."

“Because. I-i'm afraid. I don’t want to do this with you if it meant—” The following words couldn't come out of your mouth. You realized what you were about to say, something that could jeopardize the relationship between you two. Dieter wasn't your favorite person at first, nor would you ever thought he would be. However, during your time as his assistant, you discovered how gentle he can be. Especially since you've been separated from him for a few months, the texts between the two of you have deepened your bond to the point where you couldn't deny those feelings any longer. You truly loved this man, and the thought of doing this just for pleasure isn't enough.

Dieter looks at you, waiting for your next words. You sigh defeatedly, it's now or never. "I don't want to do this with you if it's meaningless. Dieter, I love you. I know I shouldn't, but I can't stop myself. And I know you don't feel the same way, so I wouldn't blame you if you fired me right here right now." His expression was the same as before, with no indication of what he was thinking at the time. They remained in that position for a long time before you caved. "Please, Dieter, say something."

His expression finally changed, his eyes softening and he smiled. Finally, he pressed his lips against yours. You couldn't believe how soft, intimate, and romantic it was. Seconds came by before you finally kissed him back.

As he pulls away, it's his turn to place his hand on your cheek, gently caressing it. "Adorable." Hearing him chuckle sent a rush of adrenaline through you, pushing him away from you, finally sitting straight after an hour. Dieter lay on the floor, stunned by what had just occurred, and looked at you, perplexed.

"Do you think I'm joking? Why did you laugh? Why did you kiss me? You can't just—play! with my emotions like this, Dieter! I truly love you, and it pains me that I can't be with you!"

"How come you can't be with me?"

"Wh- Huh—you know why. I'm you, and you're me."

He got up and sat down beside you, taking your hand in his. "Listen to me. I 'm sorry; I didn't mean to make you think that way. I care about you, hell, I don't even know what I would do without you. The time I've spent here quarantining would have been dreadful if it hadn't been for our phone calls. When I couldn't sleep, your voice soothed me. Oh, and seeing you at home, all cozy in your pyjamas, god, you're the cutest. You drew me in with your wonderful self. I didn't bring you here just to have sex with you; I just couldn't wait to see you again."

"D-do you really mean it?"

"I truly, deeply do."

Your eyes began to water, but you quickly blinked them away. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your forehead against his. His hands reach for your waist and pull you into his lap. "Do you wanna cuddle?"

You give him a quick peck on the lips, giggling at the unexpected question. "I would be delighted to." He placed his hands under your thighs, gently picking you up and laying you down. He scooted over to the other side of the bed, close to you. When you suddenly sat up before he could wrap his arms around you, "I think I should clean myself up first; wouldn't you rather have me all nice and comfy?"

"You look fantastic to me—oh, did you bring your red and white plaid pyjamas?"

"Oh so that's the one you like! and yes, I brought it, I'll change into that right now okay?" you say, raising an eyebrow. He nods cheerfully, grabbing the back of your neck and luring you in for a soft kiss.

"So, how do I look?" Looking up, he frantically stood up and ran to you, scooping you into his arms when he arrived. "You look absolutely gorgeous, darling. We're free to cuddle now, right?"

Nodding, Dieter led you to the bed, showering you with kisses when the two of you found a comfortable position.

Time passed, the two of you enjoying each other's company, no talking, with occasional kisses. Dieter chuckled as he noticed you sound asleep in his arms. "I love you, can't wait to spend tomorrow with you."