#i'm sobbing hysterically lmao

[missingn000]

I FINISHED THE ONE PIECE ONESHOT I'VE BEEN WRITING

[songpasserine]

FUCK THAT BITCH (your ex) HIT HIM WITH YOUR CAR

Gracie this made me literally snort laugh thank you <3 unfortunately I am still very much in love with this boy and love means willing the good of another even when you would rather die!! I truly don’t understand how he moved on so ruthlessly but every night I ask his guardian angel to keep him safe and I pray that all the love in my heart can serve the whole world someday, there has to be a reason for all this sorrow

[blood-mocha-latte]

not me vaguely stalking your blog after finding the baberoe strawberry fic and becoming obsessed??

but seriously!! i love all the wip snippets i've seen, and i just think you're super talented!! that's all!!

i hope you have a great day 🥰

this is too much for me i've passed away. asdfjkdfsaijfafjds you're so sweet ily <3 <3

[inarizqkis]

pillow talk ㅡ l.k.

summary! in which leon wakes up to find you gone.

warnings! angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, leon had a nightmare, u have insomnia (ME), comfort, slight derealization, ooc leon

notes! THIS ISNT AS ANGSTY AS THE SUMMARY SAYS I PROMISE,, u guys should listen to hojean hes so cool and funny his music is so fire too ‼️‼️ also leon is my bbg 😍

edit: i tagged this wrong mb guys 😭 i was half asleep when i posted it LMAO

fem aligned/identifying dni

reblogs are appreciated! enjoy :)

leon looked for you everywhere. he felt like he was running in circles with how tired he was, but finally he found you. before he could get to you, the floor gave out, and you fell. before you could fall, leon grabbed your hand, trying desparately to pull you up, but you were slipping. he couldn't hear anything, not even his own words. it was dead silent, and it freaked him out.

'leon, it's okay.' he saw you mouth, and let go of his hand. shaking his hand, he grabbed your wrist tighter, and as fit as he was physically, it was like his arms were made of jelly. he was unable to lift you back up, and watched as you fell down, sobbing.

leon shot up in a cold sweat, panting heavily, tears gathering in his eyes before he wiped them away. he looked around the dim bedroom, only your light had been turned on, and he looked for you around the room. not seeing you in bed, he got up, his heart beating fast.

"babe..? where are you?" leon called out, searching the whole house for you, nearly in hysterics, looking on the balcony before you had stopped him, putting your hands on his shoulders gently.

"leon? what's going on, is everything alright?" you had asked worriedly, and leon sighed in relief, wrapping his arms around you, burying his head into your shoulder. you furrowed your brows, concerned, returning the hug gently.

"i.. i thought you-" leon sniffled, trying not to cry, eyes slightly watering. it was rare for him to be like this, so you just let him let it out, running your fingers through his hair soothingly.

"shh, shh, it's okay, just calm down, leon." you murmured, and he squeezed you tighter, afraid you would disappear, taking deep breaths.

"you.. i had this dream, and then when i woke up, you were gone.. i thought it.." leon explained, calming down slowly as he pulled away to look at you, eyes flitting over you; unable to focus on one thing, he was just making sure you were okay. his thick eyelashes were clumped together with tears and he was still unsure if this was real, flashes of his dream appearing in intervals.

"no baby, i'm right here. always." you reassured, combing through his hair gently, looking into his eyes. you took his calloused hand into yours, pressing your palms flat together.

"see? look, leon. remember what we practiced?" you said, and leon nodded, his breathing slowing down and his fingers gently intertwined with yours, squeezing your hand gently, wanting to be sure for himself you weren't just a figment of his imagination.

"thank you.." leon replied, now calmer, not as panicked as he was a few minutes ago. you smiled, kissing his hand gently, and led him back to the bedroom, while he followed you like a puppy.

"are you okay?" you asked softly, rolling to the side and turning off the dim light. he nodded, laying on your chest, still holding your hand.

"yeah.. i think so." leon mumbled, so quietly you had to strain to hear it. you kissed his head gently, your thumb rubbing his hand gently.

the two of you layed there until the sun rose, and you continued to lay there when leon fell asleep once more, combing your fingers through his blonde hair.

all rights reserved © inarizqkis 2023. do not repost, rewrite, or translate.

[neteyamslovrr]

Heyyyyy can you do a fic with 2,3,4 and 26 or any other suitable prompt for like neteyam, lo'ak or Jake cheats on the reader? Hurt/no comfort too if you may? I'm in my self-destruction era and i really want a good cry over one of the pretty blue aliens 😭😭🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼💙💙💙💙

DO YOU LOVE HER?

angst angst ANGST loving it. thankyou for giving me the prompt !! i was lowkey thinking of doing Jake for this one but it was too hard lmao. so i wrote this for lo'ak in like 10mins

You moved to Awa’atlu with the Sully’s for one reason only. Lo’ak. He had been by your side ever since you were infants, you had grown up with each other, experienced everything together, you were betrothed, to be mates when you both got older.

Though now as you screamed at him, face puffy and tear-stricken you wish you never came. You wish you didn’t follow him to the ends of the world. Because he wouldn’t have done the same for you.

“I saw it Lo’ak! The confession! Everything! Why is she the one you go to, to be comforted? What does she have that I don’t?!” You were in hysterics, you had just witnessed your mate-to-be hold onto the hands of another woman, accept her confession, and give her the most love-struck look in the world.

It felt as if your heart was breaking into a million pieces. As if he was continuously smashing it into smaller piece so it could never be pieced back together again. You felt as if your emotions were suffocating you, unable to breath between your screams and raw sobs.

“Baby- shit Y/N. I…your misinterpreting it.” His voice was shaky, he knew he should’ve never let this thing with Tsireya go this far. But he can’t deny the way his heart jumps for her while it does nothing for you.

“No. NO! I think I am understanding this PERFECTLY FINE actually.” You were starting to seethe, no way he thought he could blame this one on you.

He flinched at the volume of your voice, ears plastered to his head as he felt bile come up to his throat, too nervous for the wrath he deserved. “It’s just-”

“Do you love her?” He froze, blood running cold as he looked down to your emotionless expression. Should he confess and ruin this all? He can’t go on like this, not when he knew he was lying to himself about loving you.

“Yes.” The sob ripped from your throat, stumbling away from Lo’ak as he cursed himself. “Baby I’m sorry.”

“you’re not sorry. YOU’RE NOT FUCKING SORRY. I left my home for you! I have spent every moment with you! We grew up together, we have experienced everything together. All for a girl you just met? I wish I never met you. Eywa must have looked down on me when I laid out my heart to you.”

“Y/N please.” Your words hurt him but no more than his hurt you. He saw the way your chest shook, the unstable breaths you took to stop yourself from screaming out your lungs.

He saw the love leave your eyes to be replaced with hurt. He cursed himself for doing this to you. He cursed himself for not being able to truly love you.

“I’m leaving Lo’ak. Go to Tsireya, she can wipe your tears.”

thankyou so much for reading <33 any interaction make me actually combust from joy

[peachyloveswriting]

I really enjoy how you write Knives and Vash. I enjoyed the one with the sick reader so much.

If by chance could you do something with reader who has bad anxiety and panic attacks?

Maybe for Knives the reader is already feeling down because they are not allowed outside (sorta like seasonal depression I guess) and they feel of no use to him.

For Vash maybe something about how he says he wishes the reader wouldn't follow him and the group to Wolfwood or one of the others and they over hear him. He just wants them safe of course. They feel useless even though they have been able to keep safe so far. Feeling unwanted sends them into a panic.

Lately I have been pretty down and my anxiety about the smallest things have sent me into a panic.

Much love <3

I'm really glad that you've enjoyed my work so far and I hope you feel better soon. For now let me do some comfort and fluff. I'm in the mood right now. Also I've noticed that I sometimes accidentally write in first person so if I switch up on you guys I'm sorry Lmao.

Miscommunication and Self doubt --- Vash & Knives

SUMMARY: It doesn't take a lot to make someone feel worthless, maybe people should pay more attention to what they do.

Millions Knives

Artificial light, the only light that fills every room I've been in for the past four months. When was the last time I felt the suns on my skin, I had a fresh breath of air? God I have no clue. Ever since Knives took me in I've been stuck inside this tower with no hope of ever seeing the outside again. Just to make matters worse I get to watch everyone else do something useful while I sit and hope for a day that will never come. It fills my heart with dread every time I think about it.

I have no special duty, I don't run errands, I don't do chores. I sit and I act as a wall piece all day everyday. I stand by Knives side, accompanying him wherever he wants me too. Watching him play his piano, I feel particularly let down today.

Between the solemn notes and my aching heart, I don't know which was the straw that broke the Camels back, but I fell to my knees. Tears slid down my face and ragged breaths left my mouth, I sobbed, covering my eyes with my hands. Suddenly the melodious tune stopped making its way into my head and someone grabbed my shoulders.

"Petal?" Knives shook me with worry, he's checking me over for the source of my crying, but no injury is visible. "What's wrong?" He pulls my hands away from my face and cups my cheeks, forcing me to look at him. "Speak to me." His hands are gentle as ever, it's almost hard to believe that he's actually touching me.

"What's my point?" I choke out. "What's the point of me being here when I do nothing for you?" I pull away from his touch, another wretched sob falling from my lips. His face softens as his hands fall back to his sides. "Why haven't you killed me yet?"

Through my teary eyes I can see his blades slithering out from behind him, coming right for me. My heart sinks and I feel sick, he was actually taking my advice. This wasn't really the way I wanted it to happen but it was death, the sweet release. Closing my eyes, I patiently wait to feel him cut through me, to tear me apart and never wake me up again. Instead, I feel the blades carefully wrap around my back, pushing me forward.

Opening my eyes, Knives grabs my shoulders once within reach and pulls me against him in a hug. His blades slip off my back but stay close, I can't tell if he's actually debating on killing me or if he's just trying to keep me in place. Against him, I sob. It's hysterical at this point, I'm so lost. He has no reason to keep me here so why am I still here?

"Why?" I have no special purpose for him. "Why am I here?"

One of his hands rubs my back while the other holds the back on my head close to him, he's holding me so gently. I feel like he's scared of hurting me, but why? I serve no purpose to him. Even still, he lets me cry into his shoulder, and even rubs my back in an attempt to comfort me. It's almost like he really does care.

"You're here because I want you to be. I enjoy your company and... You're very interesting to me." He pulls away. "but I don't understand what makes you think I'd kill you. I clearly have a reason not to."

He moves his thumb to swipe away my tears. "I'm sorry it's just... I've been stuck in here for so long I feel like I'm losing my mind. I can't... I don't want to be stuck here for the rest of my life. I don't even do anything, I want to do something. I don't want to feel useless."

He leans closer. "I can assure you that you are not useless, you offer me entertainment, company, knowledge, and more. My want is for you to be comfortable, if you are not, I have failed. If you wish to leave I will escort you out?" His offer is kind, I'm taken aback by it. Seeing the way he usually treats things, this was not at all what I expected.

I shake my head. "I do want to leave but not like that! I just want to go outside..." I lift my hand to wipe the wetness from my eyes. "I don't wish to burden you, Knives."

He sighs. "Yet again, you're not a burden." Letting me go completely, his blades retract and he stands. "Come with me." He extends a hand to me. "I shall take you outside."

Taking a deep breath I grab his hand and pull myself up. "Thank you." He doesn't say anything in return, quietly leading me towards his room. Walking through the door I'm greeted by a large bed, I was sure he had never used it. It was untouched, sheets laid without a single wrinkle at all. It was like he'd never even touched it. He pulled me forward towards the large sheath of curtains, brushing them to the side. Bright sunlight fills the room and he pulls open a sliding door, turning to the side he gently tugs me forward. I can already feel the breeze hitting my skin before I ever step out. It feels reliving to feel the wind blowing in my face again.

Stepping out onto the small balcony, I press my hands against the rail and close my eyes. Behind me I can hear the door shut and Knives approaching. The air smells clean and the sun is purifying. I could relish in this moment forever, it makes it even harder to believe I'll have to go back in, I don't want too. I'd rather stay out here where I can feel myself at peace with the world, where the wind blows all my worries away.

"Feel better?" I open my eyes to see Knives leaned on the balcony rail beside me, resting his face in his hand. The corners of his lipa twitch up into a ghostly smile, almost non-existent.

"Much." I adjust my gaze to the city below. "Good. I'll be sure to accommodate you more often. I had never thought to ask how you were doing or what you might have needed."

I take a deep breath. "Thank you, Knives."

He stands up straight. "It's good to see you smile again." At the mention I could suddenly feel the smile on my lips, I hadn't noticed it before. "That's what you'll do for me..."

I look at him confused. "If you want to feel of use to me, smile more. It looks good on you."

Vash

"I'm going to sleep. Good night." You waved everyone goodbye before you claimed into your tent. The outside was illuminated by the flickering fire, Meryl and Roberto had already gone to sleep. It was only Vash and Wolfwood left after you. For a long time it was quiet, sleep was beginning to creep in and you were comfortable. That's when you Heard it.

"Why did they have to stick around?" Vash pokes at the fire with a stick. Wolfwood looks up at him in wonder "Huh? You mean Y/n?"

"Yeah... I just wish they wouldn't stick around." You don't get to hear him finish the sentence, you cover your ears and dig your face into the pillow. Something in your chest aches deeply, the thought of leaving the group after becoming so close to everyone hurts. To think the best out of all of them wanted you gone hurt the most, you didn't do anything to make him hate you. Was it that you didn't contribute? Everyone played their part but you... You were just there.

You don't do anything but cook and help set up camp for the night, it's not much at all compared to what everyone else does. Meryl's got a job with Roberto, Wolfwood is trying to keep you all from dying, and Vash.... He was looking for his brother, trying to save the world. That's more than you could ever do for the group, you bring them down. You get in the way of everyone's objectives, you don't contribute, what's worse than dead weight?

When you uncovered your ears, it was eerily quiet outside, the fire wasn't crackling anymore and Vash and Wolfwood had grown quiet. Heart heavy in your chest, you moved your blanket off of you and climbed to the entrance of your tent. Peeling it back you stick your head outside, the fire is almost out, Vash and the others are nowhere to be seen. You assume they've gone to sleep. Crawling out, you wrap your blanket around your shoulders and walk over to the truck.

The wind nips at your exposed skin as you reach up and grab your bag from the top, it slips from your hands and falls heavily on your foot. Your mouth shoots open to call out in pain but you hiss through clenched teeth instead. After hopping about, you pick the bag up and sling it over your shoulder, stopping to look and back sure you haven't woken anyone up. The silence gives you an answer, you pad back to your tent, quickly undoing it to pack it away in your bag. It fits snugly with all your other items as you tie it back. With everything ready, you tie the blanket securely around you as a coat and begin to walk away from the camp site.

The air is cold and lonely as you venture into the desolate night, from afar strange creatures call out, sending chills through your body. While running with the group, you fared well, managing to keep out of trouble. Alone, you weren't sure you were going to make it. Looking back at the tents, you realize they're much smaller than before. It would be pointless to turn back now, it hurts to leave like this but if Vash didn't want you there you were willing to leave. Albeit bringing you to tears in the process.

For the next day into the night, you traveled alone, not a soul in sight. The heat from the suns has just worn off and the cool nights air breezes past. You haven't stopped since you started, your legs burn with intensity, and your eyes threaten to close. It would be unwise to camp in the middle of the dunes, you searched for a rock face to settle down against but there were none in sight. You realize now that your choice to leave so suddenly without thinking it through wasn't a good idea, you couldn't go back now, they'd certainly have moved on by now. You'd just have to get by until the next town.

Suddenly, from behind you begin to hear shouting. It sounds like your name from somewhere out in the distance, certainly you had to be going crazy. Then it came again, closer this time. You turn to see what's calling out for you, running up on a Thomas, Is Vash.

"Vash?" Your eyes widen in surprise as he jumps off the Thomas, throwing you into the sand, hugging you.

"I was so worried. You scared me. I followed your footsteps for two days!" He pulled back with a smile on his face. Just before he was saying he didn't want you around, now he's acting like he misses you.

"You wanted me to stop following you." His smile falls. "So I left."

His heart falls to his stomach. "What do you mean?"

You blink at him. "You said you didn't want me to follow you around anymore. I overheard when you told Wolfwood."

Vash sits up, pulling you with. "I could see why you wouldn't want me around anymore, I don't do a whole lot..." He frowns, keeping your hand in his. "That's not why I said it." He tips your head up to look at him. "I said it because I'm dangerous. If you stay around me long enough you'll get killed."

I stare at him in silence for a moment. "What bout the others?"

He nods. "Them too. But Wolfwood and Roberto know how to keep themselves alive. You and Meryl... She only has a chance because of Robertoz but you." Vash sighs. Tears start to burn your eyes as you look at him. "Me... I'm worthless." It comes out as a broken sob, one that you can't stop from escaping.

Slumping forward, your head collides with Vash's shoulder. Shaking and sputtering, you sob against him, his hands rushing to soothe your shaking body. He engulfs you in a hug, hands rubbing your back and brushing your head. "Don't say that. You do an amazing job of staying out of trouble and you're an even better addition to the team. But I'm scared you might get hurt one day." His hot breath tickles your skin as he talks. "I want to keep you safe."

White hot anger rushes over you, you raise your head. "Then do that! Don't just send me away and expect that to be even better, it's worse! If you want me to be safe then show me how to use a gun."

His eyes are wide with surprise. You've never yelled at Vash like that, it hurt seeing you so angry. "If that's what you want, I'll do it."

You nod your head. "Yes. Anything to help, please."

"Of course. Let's get back to the others though, you need to eat and get water before you pass out. Sit in front of me so you can rest for a bit too." He takes your hand and pulls you to your feet. "I'm really sorry I made you feel this way." He adverts his gaze as he leads you to the Thomas. "I had no idea you could hear me, it was nothing but the best intentions, I swear."

Vash helps you climb onto the Thomas first before grabbing reigns and hoisting himself up behind you. "I know. It still hurts though."

His face softens. "It won't happen again. I swear. Just stick by my side and you'll be safe."

[bloodpen-to-paper]

Favorite Qsmp Moments By Yours Truly

Reblogged this post about my Top 3, and felt compelled to put down all the moments I remember the most fondly (which is a lot so good luck getting through the whole post, if you make it to end you get the eggs back on the server)

#Lore

Pretty much the entire Happy Pills arc (Philza seeing the fake room and fake Richas, the lead up to Forever pulling a gun on him, Cellbit and Forever's argument, Forever hysterically sobbing while talking to fake Richas, the reveal that Forever destroyed the entire goddamn server and forced the Fed to do a server rollback, the Curing, the calm afterwards)

Pac being walked back to Chume Labs by Cellbit after being cured, them having their heart to heart, Cellbit recognizing his struggle and telling him he saved himself and Forever, that he was a hero, and Pac quietly recovering in his first moment of peace since it all started.

The hospital visits when Forever was comatose. Philza, Bad and Cellbit's visits are the ones people talk about the most for the serious parts but Fit also visited and opened up a surprising amount, I feel like it said a lot about his character that he opened up to a man in a coma, desperate to get his words off his chest, but not trusting enough to tell someone who would remember them the next day

Bad getting really pissed at the Federation for the first time and lassoing Cucurucho to "walk him like a dog" (you could feel the anti-Federation sentiment really solidify in this moment, before it was more so Cellbit's personal vendetta but this became one of the moments that made it a server-wide stance)

Vegetta and later Foolish fighting off the Codes who were trying to kill Leo (the absolute stress from Foolish's fight when he kept shouting at Leo to warp out and her not doing it was unreal)

Tallulah's first death, how hard Fit, Forever and their eggs fought to protect her, and how absolutely furious Philza was

Pretty much every Forever and Cucurucho interaction post-Happy Pills; their dynamic was never the same after that, and you can see how tense Forever is every time he's alone with Cucurucho

Charlie's rampage after Flippa died the first time (pre-trial); he's too good at voice acting cause holy shit

Maxo's "King of the Codes" dream after his leg got infected

Quackity coming back after El Quackity vanished and being himself yet completely different (not remembering anyone, only speaking spanish, not being able to read or write), and Maxo and Roier sticking by him trying to press for answers while Q just wanted to build his house

Etoiles getting hyped for his big final fight with the Codes, and the excitement immediately being sapped out of him when he sees Pomme in the cage

The first time we saw a Federation worker other than Cucurucho (Cellbit was the first to see one I believe)

Tubbo's "Fire won't break it. TNT won't break it. I will." speech after Quackity abducted Fred

Funnies/Generally Cool

The Gordinho Gostozinho highlights (from funny ones like the Foolish and Austin kiss to lore like the ambush on El Quackity)

Foolish roleplaying being very fucking drunk in the club after the spiderbit wedding (him being like "you want a shot? I'll give you a fucking shot" and pulling out a gun and shooting Charlie was so goddamn funny, second time he shot Charlie that night); he was wildly good at roleplaying a drunk person and after the Brazil meetup where we learned he's apparently a tank when it comes to drinking I'm starting to see where it comes from lmao

Maxo waking up in Pierre's bed with his moan remix playing after he died during a serious lore moment, and his face of absolute defeat and bitter resentment actually had me struggling to breath from how hard I was laughing (also Baghera hysterically laughing at the clip and showing it to people)

Polis singing My Heart Will Go On with his very crunchy microphone to Cellbit (and Cell losing his shit)

Vegetta starting to suck off Foolish in the middle of a theater full of people the first fucking day the French were on the server, and the ensuing shouting from everyone angrily trying to stop them

SASUKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Debate moderator Fit during the election arc (+him reading out Gegg's speeches, as well as just Gegg's speeches in general)

Lawyer Jaiden/Bad/Quackity/Roier being genuinely really good at acting as lawyers (and lawyer Fit offering to bribe and then murder the judge if the trial didn't go their way. Also the trial derailing into exposing Foolish for his love life with Mariana for some reason)

All the victims of Eh Vegetta

The emotional rollercoaster that is the Frubbo arc, Tubbo's thirst tweets included

Felps

The first time the admins did a roundup of everyone's early-game builds and they kept showing Mariana's base with the negative buzzer sound, each time of which made Mariana more angry until he was just swearing in spanish

Mousey's first experiences in Lucky Ducks, and the pinpointable moments that led to her totally not gambling addiction

Abueloier (specifically his first interaction with Quackity cause of how good Roier is at making Q laugh with horny humor + the moment when Abueloier said he had been fighting with Roier for 20 years and Cellbit asked "how did you fight with a baby" and them cracking up cause Roier hadn't thought that part through)

Baghera being consistently bad at predicting mines for the sake of avoiding them

Fit killing Tubbo with the potato gun after he started strip teasing on Pac

That clip of Missa jumping off the wall to hit a bucket clutch, miscalculating and hitting part of the wall, falling further, hitting part of the wall again and getting downed on it, falling while downed, and finally hitting the ground where he was unable to clutch because he was downed, and immediately dying

Every moment where Tina is unhinged (her raging at Bad when he's being a nuisance, her being down horrendous for Bagi, etc)

Charlie talking about his dead daughter and Foolish interrupting him to ask if he lactates (Charlie doesn't usually hesitate with responses cause of how quick witted he is but he had to fully pause after that one)

Spreen teaching Fit how to do a line being his most meaningful contribution to their marriage

Felps Square, and the rise of Squole (Felps Square x Tubhole)

The Jaidens (and how hilariously shit they were at being stealthy)

The French Beast aka Etoiles various adventures destroying the Codes and typing his win streak in chat after every fight

Philza getting to really know Tazercraft during Tallulah's birthday party (seriously watch the clips Mike is fucking hilarious)

The post-lore hangout (might've been the election dinner?) where Foolish, Mouse, Tina, and Felps went dungeoning together; I got to learn more about Mouse, and the chemistry the Foolish/Tina/Mouse group had with Felps was really fun

Rivers being awkward as fuck around other people that aren't Roier

The entire trial of Juanaflippa, including Charlie and Mariana being in holding and breaking out

Antoine's "because he's a fucking troll" about Pierre

The moment when Kameto logged on

Forever calling Bad "sir" (if yk yk)

Fit complaining to Philza and co. about Spreen being a "fucking asshole husband who went out for cigarettes"

Vegetta and Roier debuting as strippers and Quackity's reaction (+Vegetta getting stuck in the wall)

Flippa's turtle falling off a ledge and killing itself right in front of Charlie and Mariana's sex roleplay

Mine Roulette with Antoine, Bad, Baghera, Pomme and Foolish (that evening was such a vibe and it was my first time watching from Antoine's stream)

Etoiles saying that Pierre is married and has kids but all he can think about is being depressed over the admins nerfing Create after Tubbo kept breaking things

Ramón being mad at Fit for keeping secrets from him and saying "talk to my shell" before carrying on with his redstone

The pinpointable moments where Tallulah gets more sassy and confident until she's unironically putting "serve cunt" in her signs

Bad trying to get info from Cucurucho, being told by Dapper and Ramón not to flirt, and immediately slipping up with the "you come here often"

Missa singing When You're Gone during his dog funeral (I know this sounds sad but it was really fucking funny, Missa's language vocabulary is 70% incompressible whimpering)

Fit losing his absolute mind after Cucuruchito started heavy flirting with him out of no where

Vegetta's mines and all the carnage they have caused (you could make a whole comp from just the French's arrival)

That era where Tazercraft where abusing create mod and breaking Federation shit near on the daily (the poor admins lmao)

Forever and Bad exploring the Federation construction site and Forever making Cucurucho drink his pee before being shot at for making Cucurucho drink his pee

And of course, all of the lovely Qsmp songs/memes (Vivo Turbo ad, Pac e Mike wow wow, Eh Vegetta, Maxo moan remix, Pomme Pomme Dapper Dapper remix, Quackity paga el servidor, honorary French member Bebou, meus pais/minhas mães, the inactive members being referenced to this day, Amiga...)

[rollinouttahere-writes]

Back again I was cackling at the image of reader just mauling absolam!!! And then forcing the zombie wedding guests to stay is so good. What? Are you guys homophobic?? And undead?? Pick a struggle. I have a love hate relationship with sanji sometimes, but I actually think he'd be just SO happy for nami and reader even if he's also like weird and still doting and hitting on them. Like this man loves women, and now two of his FAVORITE women are in love?? He could cry. Lmao now I'm just imagining nami waking up all groggy and confused to see a bunch of zombies and she's in a wedding dress and sanji is sobbing hysterically into his lil handkerchief but OH her girlfriends here it's fine- OH WIFE?? Hell yeah. Nami's only complaint would be that they didn't have a planned wedding so they couldn't get gifts and money

Sanji is the #1 woman supporter, so of course he's going to be happy for two of his favorite women finding love and making it official. He's only upset that he wasn't able to cater for their wedding and make their cake (that big celebration they have after everything is said and done is his second chance to do their wedding reception from his point of view). He's definitely a little weird about it, though. He has a tendency to stare if they get even mildly affectionate with each other. Nami hits him with her weapon every time she catches him staring.

Nami's a little upset to have missed out on the chance to plan a wedding, but it's eased by the knowledge that they were able to get married for free. That, and then reader jokes that all the treasure they found on the Sunny must be a wedding gift for them.

[amourtoken]

ami bb,, #4 { telling } them how BAD they are w/ matt… imagine suggesting that he wouldn’t be able to make u cum and that his dick just isn’t cutting it i can’t

IM GOING TO HUNT YOU FOR SPORT OH MY GOD????

he ALREADY can't stand your fucking attitude you've had today, now you're suggesting he can't even fuck you right???? You're in for it lmao

he'd have both hands around your throat while he's fucking you so hard you can barely breathe. He's been mouthing off about what a bitch you are for saying he can't make you cum the entire time and at this point it sounds like he's talking to himself more than to you.

"Fucking cunt- really think I can't fuck you right? Who else has you crying on their fucking dick, huh?"

"You're such a fucking bitch all the time, better be grateful I'm giving you this dick at all."

"what? Too much? Thought you said I couldn't make you cum, why are you crying now?"

he'll use any method possible to have you convulsing under him at this point, he's not even making you cum for your pleasure really he's doing it to prove a point which is dangerous cause he's not done until he feels like you've learned your lesson. You're WELL into the double digits at this point, it feels like your whole body is buzzing with electricity and your brain is so foggy all you can do is whine and sob his name and beg for a break that unfortunately he has no intention to give you.

"Whiny fucking baby- you're the one who got yourself into this mess now you can't handle it? That's too fucking bad."

You're in full hysterics near the end, and the only reason it ends is because you genuinely pass out underneath him.

[chaostroberry1]

Part two of Qin Shi Huang getting wrecked, please.😊 I want to know whats next.

HELL YAES OFC!!!

Part 2 of cheater QSH × (possessive-ish?) reader!

⚠️disclaimer as always, no hate to any of the characters, please don't come at me alvitr and Qin shi Huang fans, I am fond of them. I just want to write smth new :)⚠️

Part 1 is here

Qin shi Huang getting absolutely wrecked lmao

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It's been a little while since you went out of the waiting room, having to withstand the embarrassment of being seen by Goll and Brunhilde.

How Goll looked at you with concern when she saw your heartbroken state, along with Brunhilde.

"(name)..? Are you alright? What happened?!"

"leave her be, Goll... she needs space right now..we need to understand."

Sobs and sniffles filled the space full of your sadness. Whatever was left of your strength, all gone, torn into pieces while you continued your onslaught of tears.

You heard footsteps, almost like they were hysterical about going to a certain destination, before-

"my dear empress!"

A happy emperor bursts through the wall, ignoring the door that was literally beside him, walking through the huge hole he created. Man is a beast bro

He was quick to walk towards you, frantically yapping about who knows what.

"my most treasured empress! my sweet dear beloved! I was looking for you everywhere!"

He walked over to you, not even bothering to care about the fact that his whole arm to the shoulder was literally severed from his body.

How did he find you? Who cares! He has an upset wife sensor!

Before even touching you, he tilted his body to the side a little bit, almost as if he was studying your state with caution. He couldn't just risk having you erupt into a crying volcano of tears—which is why playing it safe was the best way to deal with the situation.

"darling?.. Dear?.. Honey?"

He smiled nervously at you, the sight of your heartbroken state was enough to hurt more than his arm being severed off. He couldn't bare witness to this, it hurt him too much.

You couldn't look him in the eye, which made him decide to crouch down a bit, just to meet your gaze. A soft warm feeling lingered in your chest when you felt his eyes on you.

"I...I'm so sorry for what I did. Beloved, I wasn't thinking right. Please...can you find it in your heart to forgive me...?"

He stared at your tear stained face, while you couldn't find strength to return the love he gave to you in that moment. Making him understand.

But who said it would stop him from having you? You were still his.

And with that, he gently took hold of your hand, putting your knuckles close to his face while it brushed against his lips.

Might as well use his charm. Right?

"dearest, I still care for you. Don't you dare disagree with me. You know I love you, we both know I do."

He gave your hand a little kiss, before sitting down with you and laying his head to rest on top of your shoulder.

"I'm not leaving until you forgive me"

"n..no ..."

"nope! Still not leaving."

Without realizing it, a trainwreck of emotions hit you hard. As you immediately stood up and sobbed, angrily yelling at the man who sat on the couch with an oblivious face.

"why did you do that to her? Kissing her? Having her be your new bride??? How dare you!!" You sobbed angrily, as he just stared up at you with a neutral face, before smiling.

"stop that, please...If you don't want to be with me, let's just-"

"hold it."

You stare back at him, while he slowly stood up, his figure towering over your smaller body. His gaze that was once staring up at you, was now staring down.

"beloved...don't defy me like this. You are still my wife. Please...we've been together for so long, don't let my foolish mistake get to you."

He used his arm to close the gap between you, bringing you into a hug. His hand gently resting on your head as you sobbed in his chest.

"I talked to the Valkyrie girl...and to my luck, she understood me well, and even offered to look out for me while I went around to look for you."

Giving a small smile, he continued.

"I swear...I'll think better next time. What I thought were feelings of love were actually just admiration. I could never feel that way towards someone who isn't you. Especially not a partner that I only knew for less than a day or two."

He then made you look up at him, his eyes flaring with confidence and hope..as well as one more thing that overpowered it all...

Love

You finally crack, and pull him into a kiss, which he gladly returned, as you both took your time, not realizing the three Valkyries standing in the doorway.

Alvitr, Goll, and Brunhilde who just sighed, Goll who watched with her mouth wide, and alvitr who was crossing her arms and huffing, happy that everything was removed easily.

"are you guys done or what?" Alvitr asked, concerned about how you both even make up after arguments, and why they don't last that long, but she knew better than to ask right away.

Your hands were all on his chest, not wanting to make any gaps while you both stared at each other in some lovey dovey trance.

"mhm" you and him replied in sync, not even looking at them. Eyes lost in the other's gaze. "Let's celebrate after this, alright, my sweet?"

You nodded at his words, giving him one more kiss.

"I'd be happy to."

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Em done, finally. Thank you for reading!

[lili0writes]

Hello, hope you’re having a good day/night! If it’s okay with you, can I request David Martinez with a S/O that takes care of him? He really needs it lmao 😭 it’s okay if you don’t want to or if you are too busy! Other than that, thanks you if you do this request!!

David with a caring S/O

Note: Yes he does need it, so I'm going to make it happen. And ISTG people need to make more GIFs for these people because most of the time, they look kinda weird.

TW: mention of blood, violence, drinking, angst

This boy constantly came home bloody and beat up before he cromed up.

Even before the edgerunner heist you knew him. When his mom died you moved in together.

You knew dammed well he had a lot on his plate. You didn't want him to suffer alone through all that like you did.

You figured out he installed the Sandevistan pretty soon. Came home, his jacked all bloody and him being in a state you couldn't even describe. You almost a got a heart attack. You were suspicious about how this even happened, let alone how he got his hands on one of those. But you couldn't argue about it. It's easier to catch led in NC then getting a cold.

But once the whole edgerunner thing started, at first you didn't even notice. But after the time he came home all bloody and bruised he couldn't hide it any longer. You were hysterical, you were so, so scared for him. It was painful for him to watch you sob over him being hurt.

He knew how dangerous it was to be in this business, and he told you so. But this is what he wanted to do, and what he could do.

Even though you didn't agree with his decision, you let him be. You waited for him to come in the livingroom, hopefully in one piece. Sometimes you fell asleep waiting, he had always carried you to bed when he found you laying on the sofa sleeping.

Sometimes he did come without a scratch, sometimes he didn't. Sometimes he came home half drunk. But he always did end up with you, and that was something that gave you hope.

After he cromed up, you didn't need to patch him up as often as you did before. Though you were still as worried about him as ever. Now that he was barely out of flesh you, you could worry about cyberpshycosis.

There was time, when he came home beat up, and you just snapped. You were so fed up with him coming home half alive, and him telling you he'll be "more careful" next time you were screaming at him at him at that point.

You were screaming between sobs, about how worried you were about him all the time, and how he was going to end up dead one day. He was just standing before you, staring at your feet.

He was so guilty about making you miserable, but this was something he couldn't just stop doing. And you knew that. You didn't want to take his happiness away from him, but you didn't want him to die on you.

When you finally stopped yelling at him and you were just sobbing in front of him, he hugged you. That's all he did. He let you cry, he didn't try to calm you with words, he let you cry but he wanted you to know that you weren't alone.

He made himself more available to you from then on. Staying home with you more often, and taking you out to party with him.

He knew you would never stop worrying him, but him being in front of you, being well, was enough to ease your mind.

[skele-bunny]

Thinking about Aqua (Era 1 Water) and Special....

CW - Piss

Aqua is one of the few Ghouls in the clergy able to focus on bodily fluids. Very painful deaths and twisting, but also helpful in medicine.

Phil is curious if his mates elements can work on him -- although he's a null, but still a ghoul. Sarra is more easier to get into his head with quintessence, Iris twiddling with his oxygen intake, which just leaves Aqua for more internal testing. But! Aqua wants to have fun with it

Slowly moving blood down to Special's cock while he's sitting in Sarra's lap (for safety measures), watching as his face gets flushed and uncomfortable hard. He's whining, squirming, trying to settle himself. Aqua just starts messing around more, even thinning a blood clot in Special's leg! Then he's back on his cock, keeping it chubbed and just right in the middle of arousal. It's so confusing, so uncomfortable, so... Strange, to Phil.

Then Special feels his balls tightening, forcing him to lift his legs and let out such high moans. He's shaking, feeling himself suddenly close in his pants without anything even happening - not even being touched. And Aqua just keeps teasing and teasing, bringing Spec close to his finish, then edging it back down. It's driving him mad.

The water ghoul is just living for his mates responses and reactions, watching him twist and grind down onto Sarra behind him -- begging Aqua to let him cum. He just gets so lost on Phil that as he finally feels merciful to let his semi-human mate cum, his focus shifts to another part of his cock.

Special is in hysterics as he starts pissing in his pants, turning dark fast and even down onto Sarra.

"oh! Shit! I'm sorry-"

And Phil cums right after it. It's like a lightbulb went off in all 3 of their heads.

They're sitting in silence, Sarra just rubbing his mates shoulder for comfort before Aqua brings his hand up.

"You're not empty just yet."

Both of the doves are just stripping Special as fast as they can to watch his cock kick back up, Phil whining from embarrassment and trying to wiggle away but Aqua is already focused in on him. Tugging more blood, more semen, especially more piss close to the surface. Just a simple tug of Aqua's hand and Special is streaming again. His cock is red at the tip, and like before, cum follows.

He's sobbing, begging for Aqua to just "stop embarrassing me." And Aqua doesn't have the heart to tell Phil that he'll be doing it so much more often enejdj

Starts leading to Phil is just lounging and then that twinge of "why am I hard and why do I need to piss" hits him like no other. Finally acknowledging the entire pack watching him, and Aqua tugging his hands.

"Don't you fucking dare! I just got these dry cleaned!"

Iris simply pulls them off and earns a middle finger and a long strand of curses in Italian before he's covering himself and the couch again. His face is just so dark red, shaking as he looks down at his wet and dirtied boxers.

It's definitely Aqua's favorite kink now LMAO

[fatuismooches]

PLEASE THAT FOXTORRE RAMBLES STILL OCCUPYING MY BRAIN KASJAKSJAKWJWJISWN- THEY ARE SO ADORABLE 😭💞 i saw that comment too and i was like HNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGFFFHHHH- THAT IS SO FRICKIN' CUTE-

Like just imagining Foxtorre and the little dudes just waiting in line for reader so that they can get thrown away by them and they made that toy sound whenever they bounce or land and then go back in line again is just *BANGS FIST ON THE TABLE* HNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGFFFFGHGHGGH-

And then, Dottore and all of his segment being jealous of watching his s/o playing and spending too much time with those creatures 👀 (Dottore was about to plot something to get rid of the Foxtorres but decided not to bcs its been a long time for him of seeing his s/o happy 🥺)

-🥝

(I'm sorry but i REALLY love a round and fluffy things like Foxtorre 😖💞 also, idk what to call the little things.. Maybe Pufftorre?)

TEEHEE I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKED THOSE RAMBLES 🥝 ANON!! 🥹 Fr the Pufftorres (we're dubbing this name now) make me so happy, I love fluffy things and cuddling them in general. I would be SO ecstatic to play with those little guys,, omg that picture is permanently etched into my mind DKWNWKDE I would wind my arms up and throw them with mega force at the wall LMAO (I'm 4'9 so it wouldn't be that much tho 🤡) and then they would crowd at my feet and climb up my legs and go under my shirt to tickle me for more.

HAHA they would be SO jealous of Foxttore and the little fluff balls! Like... all of a sudden your attention isn't on them? They are all such attention seekers smh they can't handle you paying attention to anyone else besides them. And probably were going to throw the little guys outside into the Snezhnayan cold to let them freeze and slam the doors shut on them 💀. But in the end, Dottore decided to let them continue to roam the lab... because otherwise, he'd have to deal with a hysterical and sobbing you, and admittedly he'd much rather see you happy and smiling than locked in your room. But he isn't above subtly ~threatening~ the creature and puffs to stay away from you while he's spending time with you. He is not letting you get distracted from cuddling with him by them again 😭 !

[lastoneout]

you absolutely do not need to respond if you don't want to but how does the "everything feels worse because i'm finally healing" differ from "everything feels worse because things really are that bad currently"? i always wonder if there's a way to tell them apart. glad you're getting recovering!

Imo the difference so far, is that back when I was still in an unsafe place that was making my trauma worse, between the hysterical sobbing meltdowns I just felt so....normal. I would freak out and break sometimes, but after that I would feel weirdly fine. Or even at times like I didn't have emotions at all? It was like my brain was going "there is no war in ba sing se" to protect me and keep me from freaking out too bad, and like it kinda was! My major coping mechanism has always been ignoring my emotions and shoving them all in a box until they aren't bothering me anymore. And when I was in those shitty situations that was helpful, because I needed to keep myself alive and I wasn't going to be able to do that if I was a sobbing mess all the time.

Also, the one time it got really, really bad, like I was so deep in a traumatic situation it was clearly just completely destroying me, I really did feel like that part in Inside Out where Riley's console just goes dark and none of her emotions can press any buttons. There was this overwhelming sense of dread and misery, and I could barely take care of myself at all. I stopped going to school and showering and I barely ate anything, I didn't talk to my friends, and tbh I did some stuff that I am SUPER not proud of, bcs my brain legit wasn't working at all, and it wasn't until I got out that I started feeling like a person again.

The pain of healing never feels like that. Yes, I am in a bad mental space a lot of the time, I'm depressed and I have nightmares that make me legit so depressed I spend the whole day crying, but there's like...idk this undercurrent of function and focus that wasn't there before. I can keep doing things WHILE being sad(for the most part), instead of only being able to function when I am repressing everything. And tbh it really does feel like I don't have a choice in the matter, which sounds bad but it's kinda nice? Like my brain is done repressing things and isn't going to let me do it anymore. Every time I try it's almost like there's a firm but kind voice in my head saying "no, we can't do that anymore, you have to face this, it's okay".

It's kinda weird too bcs the deeper into healing I get the less my old coping mechanisms help. Hell most of them don't even work anymore. As an example my mom got into a car wreck recently and she was in the hospital for a while, and when I found out I tried to go into my "no feelings no nonsense we have to be strong now" mode, but it didn't work?? I spent the whole time I was there crying, and like!! I actually was happy I was crying!! Because I've never been able to do that!! It's such a weird thing to be happy I'm upset but like, it means I'm making progress.

And that makes every single moment of misery bearable because I know I need this. I've needed this my entire life, and it hurts and is scary, and sometimes I do have to just zone out and play video games or spend a day in bed being sad, but I just...know it's the right thing. Idk how else to explain it, I just know.

It also helps that now I know what a happy, safe life looks like and I know it's there waiting for me. I know this work is worthwhile because I don't want to live my life the way I used to. And I am in a happy, supportive relationship that actively inspires me to work on myself and be a better person. I know not everyone has that, but framing it in a way where I am trying to be better not just for myself but for the people I love helps give me that extra bit of strength I need to keep going.

Anyway this is kinda rambly, sorry, but I did want to answer. If anyone else has any advice for anon feel free to add it on!! I have to go to therapy now lmao but when I'm done if I think of anything else I'll add it!

[romanticatheartt]

📖😭📄 for the ask game!

📖 Chapter 54 or 55?

Chapter 55 is nothing without chapter 54 sooooo... CHAPTER 54!!

😭 What Feysand scene made you cry?

I cried for lots of their scenes... But:

That scene when Feyre asks king of Hybern to break her bond with Rhysand... It was literally 1am and I was hysterical at that point I was sobbing, crying and screaming silently. I had to ask my friend who already read acomaf and begged her to spoil me because I wouldn't have survived that last few chapter until it was revealed that no bond was hurt in this book lmao

I mean I also cried A LOT for when Rhys died but I already knew he was not going to stay unalive but I cried a lot when he said those "I love you"s and I knew it was a goodbye, I was a mess...

📄 What is your favorite Feysand quote?

Honestly how do you expect me to say ONE quote... I'm gonna say three:

“I want you to know,” I whispered, “that I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belongs to you. And I am honored—honored to be your mate.” I died dead... He said down the bond, I would have waited five hundred more years for you. A thousand years. And if this was all the time we were allowed to have … The wait was worth it. OFC this is one of my favorites!! “We deserve to be happy,” he said, his eyes sparkling enough to tell me that he recalled the words I’d given him on the town house roof after the attack. “And I will fight with everything I have to ensure it.” “We will fight,” I said hoarsely. “Not just you—not anymore.” Too much. He had given too much already, and still seemed to think it was not enough.

They make me cry a lot, okay?... I hate them😭

[gojou-violin]

[1] vulnerability

| chapter 1: meeting

| pairing: toji fushiguro x fem!oc

| warnings: 18+ MDNI. cursing. next chapter is the smut, i promise hehe.

| summary: seena and toji meet for the first time.

| wc: 3.6k

| a/n: you'll all learn quickly that i'm not into writing slow burn LMAO. i love answering questions, though, about this story <3 so if you have anything, send me some asks! also, for those who are new here, ineka is my friend's oc who's in the same story as seena.

Ever since Nanami came back home, he’d taken to filling his downtime with teaching me the most random things. How to ignore Satoru Gojou, for example. That was a talent Nanami had unlike any other, so he taught me the expertise by having us sit in the teacher’s lounge at Jujutsu Tech one day, reading quietly on the couches, while Gojou came in to annoy us, and we both ignored him. It got to the point that Gojou genuinely thought he was invisible. Until I cracked… There was only so long I could hold back my laughter while Gojou was clinging to my arm, sobbing that he had so much he wanted to say to me and Nanami while we could still see and hear him. Poor thing was so hysterically mournful that I couldn’t help but smile and bite my lip, all while Nanami was giving me the stink eye as a warning to not blow the whole operation; but it was too late by that point. Gojou was at my feet, crying like a lost puppy, and I started giggling. He immediately perked up and realized what was going on.

After that, Nanami deduced that I could learn… easier things. For example, his favorite thing to brag about with those younger than him was what it felt like to really be an adult, because his favorite sandwich had disappeared from all of the convenience stores recently, even though it used to be wildly popular while he was growing up; and as he told me this story, we walked to a bakery not too far from Jujutsu Tech in Tokyo where I worked and he was lazily spending his days until he figured out what he wanted to do next with his life. He coached me to remember the importance of appreciating things in the moment. Or, at least he tried. Honestly, I blocked most of it out because I was too busy worrying about trying to keep up with his ridiculously long stride when I was so much shorter than him and he wasn’t showing me any mercy.

He took me to his favorite bakery that served his favorite sandwich: a casse-croute. It was the last place he was aware of that still sold a version that was worth the money he earned while he briefly retired from being a sorcerer in order to work a meaningless corporate job like most mundane people did. He hated it, though. The second he realized how boring life was, he came back to us at Jujutsu Tech. The bakery itself was still boring, though. There was nothing special about it, and there was no aesthetic to really catch the eye. It had four simple white walls, a vase here and there with some fake flowers, and a small, glass pastry stand for people to window shop through. Nanami didn’t even let me look. Despite the fact that the croissants and chocolate eclairs looked devine, he told me in his stern Nanami-voice, “No. Being an adult means you must already know what you want, and you can not afford to let yourself go by splurging on desserts. Trust me. You’ll thank me in twenty years.” He said it all as if he wasn’t only just a few years older than me. And as if I wasn’t already an adult myself who knew how to operate fine on my own. Like I wasn’t twenty-two years old. Still, free food was free food.

“You have to have a goal, Seena. A retirement plan of some kind. What you do in between doesn’t matter so much as your endgame, because everyone’s working towards a peaceful elderly life that they can have while coming to terms with the life they wasted and the regrets they collected along the way. I, for one, would like to build a small home somewhere quiet for me to really settle down and finally read the books I’ve been collecting but have been too busy to get around to.” He said this as we sat at one of the few tables inside of the bakery. His coffee was gone within an instant. Mine remained untouched because it was too strong. “What about you?”

I wasn’t really sure what I wanted, honestly. All I could do was shrug my shoulders before telling him that I would think about it and tell him before our next “lesson.” To which, he agreed with a nod. In the back of my mind, however, as he continued to lecture me about what it meant to be an adult, I thought about my life. I knew exactly what I wanted; I was just too scared to admit it to Nanami. He wasn’t like Satoru Gojou who would laugh in my face, but Nanami certainly would have judged me and made it known. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for my dreams to be crushed quite yet, considering our lives as sorcerers were never guaranteed when a curse could overpower us at any second. My silly, wasted dream consisted of a large home in the city, close enough to Jujutsu Tech that I could walk to work every day like I did currently; and I wanted as many kids as I could with a man who could care for all of us without any worries or struggles. It wasn’t anything real. Everyone had issues to deal with all the time, I knew that best of all, yet it was nice to think that there was someone out there who could make our family so happy that we could live safely in our own little bubble. But that was why I was sure Nanami would judge me if he knew the truth. There was no reality where anything could be perfect.

“Next time, we’ll discuss finances,” Nanami said as he dropped me off at my office at the school.

I smiled politely at him while slowly closing the door on his face before I slumped onto the floor when I was sure I was free of him. I loved Nanami… Truly. He was a dear friend who was like an older brother to me, yet I couldn’t help but feel drained around him sometimes. He was just too serious for me. I was bubbly, bounce-off-the-walls energetic, and just as crazy as Gojou, thanks to the fact that he was the only person I connected with when I was still a student at Jujutsu Tech. Nanami was none of that. He was business all of the time. It was a miracle that we were compatible at all.

I later realized that the coffee and casse-croutes at that bakery really were something else. At the time, Nanami didn't let me put sugar or cream in my coffee because he said it was something else that was unnecessary, and if I really wanted to feel the full effect of the coffee, I needed to keep it pure and black. No nonsense, according to him. Because he was babying me, I decided to return to the bakery the following morning on my own for a pastry for breakfast and coffee with enough nonsensical sugar and cream to make it actually taste good.

I continued to go every morning after that.

Eventually, I became a regular face to the point my coffee, random pastry of the day, and casse-croute sandwich for Nanami (if he hadn’t already picked it up himself) were waiting for me at the counter every time. It made life easy to know that when I woke up, a schedule was awaiting me. Breakfast at the bakery, walk to the school because I refused to live on the campus, even though Gojou always begged; then I’d work and meet with students who needed to talk with someone, and then I would go home to rinse and repeat. I liked how secure my life was now. When I was unsure of what to do after leaving Jujutsu Tech as a student, I told Gojou that one of the reasons I didn’t feel like I belonged anywhere was because of a lack of security and repetition. I wasn’t built for adventure. People like Satoru Gojou and Ineka Harimachi were made for fighting and exploring, whereas I enjoyed peace and quiet amongst helping others. If I could live a mundane life in the sorcery world, I was happy. If my job meant I never had to face another incident like what happened a year ago, I was sold.

There was one day when Nanami asked to meet up again for breakfast before school. I made my way down to the bakery a bit earlier than usual, only to find that Nanami was already standing at the counter, leaning forward on it a bit, smiling, and… flirting. Nanami, of all people, was flirting! I decided to go into the store and “bump” against him to see if I could feel anything, and, yes, I did— Oh, boy, was there a lot to feel there. His heart was fluttering, his adrenaline was up. Puppy love. Pre-pubescent-boy-type-of-horny. Whatever you wanted to call it, Nanami was it.

Ever since, I had been trying to find an excuse to bring up Nanami and somehow brush hands with the barista, too, to see if she felt the same. It was a total invasion of privacy, I knew it, but it couldn’t be helped. I had to know if there was really someone out there who could possibly stand Nanami enough to like him romantically or otherwise. My curse was a gift sometimes for that reason. Feeling and controlling people’s emotions usually meant nothing, but when it came to Nanami’s crush, I had never been more content with my cursed technique.

Emotion control wasn’t exactly the most useful of techniques because it didn’t benefit anyone in a fight, but it was great for intel and defense. As a result, last year, following a year off after graduating, I had been working at the school as a guidance counselor. I was Jujutsu Tech’s very first— In fact, I was sure that I was sorcery’s first— guidance counselor; but after all that sorcerers had to endure out there while fighting curses, it seemed like a no-brainer to have me on staff. That was Gojou’s excuse to the Elders, anyways. It worked. I liked my job, others seemed to find my position helpful, and at least I was putting my technique to good use finally.

“Thank you,” I told the barista as I grabbed my coffee and the bag of sandwiches that were waiting for me on the counter.

She smiled back at me as she tapped away at her tablet to start up a new order for the next person in line.

I spun around and walked over to the side counter where there were napkins, stirring sticks, bottles of sweetener and creamer, and packets of condiments. I grabbed a few packets for Nanami’s lunch before pulling a handful of napkins to throw in the bag. On my way out, the door opened, and I sidestepped to avoid it, which ultimately led to an untimely collision.

I only got a quick glance at him before we suddenly crashed into one another. He was taller than I was, his width was impressive, and he was cleanly cut both grooming-wise and muscle-wise. By all traditional standards, he was a very attractive man. In the seconds before we collided, I thought to myself that he was incredibly handsome, and as a result of my gawking, I wasn’t watching where he was stepping, and as a result, my coffee cup exploded on his chest.

“Oh, my— I’m so sorry— I— I’m so, so sorry!”

I panicked and started crumbling the napkins in my hands so that I could clean his shirt off. Without thinking about it, I just went at it. I pressed the wadded up napkins against the inevitable stains and started tapping and scrubbing away in the hopes that it wasn’t too hot or that it wouldn’t stain too badly. The good news was, he was wearing all black, so it wouldn’t show up too much… Right? Oh, I was a clumsy fool. At least his shirt was tight enough around his body that it made it easier for me to press against his abs as a hard surface to clean his shirt against for some balance and pressure. But then I froze when I realized what I was doing. Without asking or stopping to consider how rude it was of me to just start touching him while trying to clean up my mess, I had accidentally overstepped a stranger’s boundary.

I looked up at him, blushing, awkwardly smiling, and croaked, “I’m sorry.”

He smiled at me kindly. “It’s really no problem.” He took the napkin out of my hand to finish wiping some of the coffee that remained at the hem of his shirt where his pants started oh-so-low on his hips.

I caught a glimpse of perhaps a little too much skin, making me blush and panic.

I immediately offered to pay for the cost it would take to cover his laundry. Whether it was dry cleaning, a laundromat, or even just the soap it would cost to clean it at home— Anything— I wanted to pay him back for my mistake.

He only smirked in response while crumpling up the used napkin. “It’s no big deal. Really. But… If you insist on finding a way to make it up to me…” He retrieved his phone, a flip phone, I immediately noticed, and he traded it for my coffee. “I’d like your number, if you wouldn’t mind. For the dry cleaning, and all.”

I looked him up and down for a moment before blushing under his stare. He was very, very cute; and he was very, very into me, clearly. Yet part of me was still apprehensive. I could always protect myself if he ended up being an asshole, but the question was… Well, was it really worth it?

Noticing my hesitation, he said, “If it’ll make you feel any better, lemme show you something.”

I watched as he stuck his tongue out, and without any effort, a small, slimy, brown ball of a curse fell onto his hand. I took a step back. The curse was growing. It shaped itself into a worm that slithered its way onto his bicep and shoulder, settling so comfortably it looked like it was at home. No one else in the bakery seemed to notice the curse, thankfully, aside from me, so I played it cool and tried not to bring any more attention to us after my coffee mishap.

He told me then, “We’re the same, you see? I can’t hurt you any more than you can hurt me.”

For a short moment, I continued to stare at the shikigami on his shoulder, debating on whether or not it would attack me the second I let my guard down. The worm was a decrepit little thing, though it certainly wasn’t physically small by any means because it easily constricted its bulbous limbs around the man’s thick arm and still had enough length and strength left over to hold its head up high so that its disgusting black eyes could follow my every move. However, it didn’t seem like any real threat. Sure, it could have hurt me if it wanted, but the man was still smiling at me, and as a result I could have sworn his shikigami was smirking, too. Perhaps I was going insane. Still, he waited for me to put my number into his phone. It couldn’t be helped. A gorgeous sorcerer like him who had taken an interest in me? No one ever cared much for me aside from Nanami and Gojou in their own brotherly kind of ways. Everyone else I had known throughout my life saw me as a weak tumor in the community that they could freely kick around because I wouldn’t defend myself and I would never be so stupid as to tell Gojou because I knew that he’d overreact and rain hell down on anyone who hurt me. All of that aside, this man was different. Did he seem nice? Not exactly. But he sure was interesting and very good at seducing me, so my blush darkened and I put my number in his phone. Could it have possibly been a dumb decision? Yes. But he was too handsome to pass up on— And he knew it, which made me more eager for him, honestly.

As I returned his phone to him, I reached to take back my coffee; however, the man kept it out of my reach.

He smiled again. “I think you’d be better off with another cup before you go. Allow me.”

Before I could protest, the man threw my coffee away and started walking towards the counter where he held up two fingers, indicating exactly what the barista already knew. The man paid with cash silently and quickly. The drinks were ready just as soon. As he carried one cup for each of us, he walked to the stand on the side to shake in sugar and milk for me, nothing for himself.

“Toji,” he said.

“Hm?”

He took my cup, leading me towards one of the empty tables in the bakery, and set it down, enchanting me to sit in the chair he had designated for me by pulling it out and gesturing that he was waiting for me. “My name’s Toji,” he explained as he pushed my chair in gently underneath me.

My eyes followed him as he sat across from me. “Do you happen to be a December baby?”

“Yes.”

The name Toji quite literally meant “Winter Solstice,'' which was the shortest day of the year, making it infamous for being cold and dark. I could tell that his parents took one look at his dark hair and knew that he would be the perfect personification of the shortest day. It was a fitting name, which was why I smirked when he smiled at me for catching the meaning to his name, and I tried my best to not read too much into the rest of him as a result of a simple detail. Dark, yes; but he was anything but cold.

“What about you?” he asked.

“March. Not as special, I suppose.”

He shrugged. “That’s alright when there are other things to make you special.”

I did my best to hide my blush behind my cup of coffee as I pretended to take a long sip until I could calm down. Hopefully he would figure my cheeks were red from the drink and not him. How embarrassing that would be if he knew… How easy I was… How effortlessly I broke at the slightest compliments.

“And what about your name, March?”

“Seena Kiyomi,” I replied.

“Hajimemashte.”

“Yoroshiku onegaishimasu.”

“I take it you work at Jujutsu Tech.” He was so smooth with how he flowed between topics, guiding me to interact with him more without a second thought. He pointed at my black uniform. “Hopefully you’re a teacher,” he joked.

I giggled and set my drink down. “Yes, I am.”

“Does Satoru Gojou still work there? Haven’t seen him in forever.”

My jaw dropped a bit with shock. He knew Gojou? How? When did this happen? For what reason did they know each other? How did I not know Toji if Gojou knew him? All of the questions whirled in my head while I tried to decide on one to land on; but Toji beat me to it by changing topics again.

“Do you like working there?”

“Yes,” I answered with a smile. “How do you—”

“What do you do there?”

“I’m kind of, like, you know, a therapist…”

“Why do you say it like you’re embarrassed by that?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess it’s because it’s not as cool as what Gojou does. How do you know—”

“I think it’s lovely.”

I blushed again. “That’s very kind of you to say.”

Toji smirked at me while he relaxed so casually in his chair. He seemed so confident and suave in comparison to all of the men I’d met before, and I knew that it was on purpose because he was trying to impress me, but I was sure that was why I loved it so much. I enjoyed watching him put on the performance of running his fingers through his black hair so that he could show off his chest and bicep. He knew that he had my full attention, so he did everything he could to maintain it… Until he slipped up and made the mistake of letting the silence linger for too long in the hopes of letting the attraction brew for a bit. I tapped my phone’s screen twice to get it to wake up to show me the time.

I jumped to my feet with a shocked gasp. “Shit!” I started collecting my things while he raised a brow at me. “I’ll be late for work—”

Toji stood smoothly. “I’ll call you,” he said nonchalantly. “Kiyomi-san…” My name rolled off his tongue so easily I felt myself swoon for him again.

He took his leave from the table before me, beating me to the door so that he could hold it open for me as I made my speedy exit out of the cafe. I waved to him while I ran down the road. He watched me, grinning, his hands in his pockets, his pelvis resting forward to accentuate his abs. I nearly tripped over my own feet again.

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