#ignore the shading in the ruffles I can't shade ruffles

[yushowo]

Saki, your local tanuki merchant

[mysicklove]

cw: sub! gojo, gn! reader, heavy feminization, lingerie, gojo wears panties, mentions of gojo having a pussy? highkey cringe writing :(

wc: 0.9k

lingerie inspo

The color matches his eyes. It's a pretty shade of blue that compliments his hair and his porcelain skin well. He was in a maid outfit, or at least the beginnings of one — it showed too much skin to be really considered an outfit.

The bottoms are a short skirt with a white and blue pattern and some white ruffles. The light blue top fits to cover just his chest, disappointingly hiding his nipples from you. And, of course, you put him in the loveliest, white lacy pantyhose and pretty white choker to match.

Gojo, bluntly, looks adorable and a different type of provocative than what you are used to.

Gojo, on the other hand, was pouting at you from across the room. His body is halfway covered by the wall, and he seems to be trying to hide away from you. The man pulls at the bottoms nervously and shakes his head at your grin. "This has got to be the most humiliating thing I have ever done," He complains, a dramatic whine in his voice.

"Hmmm, you think so? I don't know…Satoru, you have done some…Pathetic things. Don't you think, sweet thing?" You put up two fingers, beckoning him over to you. He frowns at you, ignoring the burning of the tips of his ears. "Come here, pretty. There is no need to hide," You coax when he pauses momentarily.

Gojo nods, trying his best to ignore the ridiculous pet name. He then strides over to you, and your eyes travel to the cutesy stalking that climbs up his leg and ends on his upper thigh.

You stand up to meet him halfway there, padding over to him with a teasing grin on your face. His hands go awardly to his sides, and he peers at you through his lashes. "My, my, I don't think I have ever seen the notorious Satoru Gojo embarrassed?"

"Im not—Just…Shut up, would you?" He half-heartedly mumbles, "Never been in girl's clothing before. You're the weird one here for buying this, ya hear me? N-Not me!"

"Such a shame, too." You muse, ignoring the second part of his sentence. "Think you may look better in it than in boy's clothing." He bites back a whine, another pout on his face. But you ignore him as you run your fingers over the fabric and walk around his lengthy body, twirling over every lace and ribbon. He doesn't move while you do the inspection; instead, he just looks at the floor awkwardly.

You press kisses along any surface you can, and Gojo sighs with every trace of your lips. You make your way to behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and traveling your hands along his chest and stomach. Your lips linger on his lower shoulder blades as you crane your head around to see the front of him. "The real question is," You mumble and pause, coaxing him.

"Hmm?" He prompts, eyes widening when he feels your fingers drag along the bottom of his skirt. He knows what is going to come, and he fumes a shade of red before bringing his hands up to cover his face.

You chuckle at him. "Tell me, did my pretty girl wear everything she was given?"

He shouldn't have put them on. He knew you were going to tease him about it, but still, he did it. To be good and listen to you in the moment sounded nice, but now, he could feel like he could die from humiliation.

"No," he tries to deny, but his voice is breathless, and he swears that you can hear how hard his heart is pounding. You nibble at the open flesh on his back, and he jumps.

"Aw, do I have a little liar?" You coo, and Satoru has the nerve to flip you off. You can't help but laugh at that. "And a brat too, huh?

He shakes his head and lowers his finger defeatedly. He wasn't smiling like you were; in fact, his mouth was dry, and he tries not to fidget. "Can you just do it already?"

"Excited, aren't we?" You prompt, but before he can rebuttal, you flip up the skirt to see the light blue sheer panties you picked out days prior.

"There she is," You tease, and his cock seems to twitch to life at the attention. "I knew you would wear them."

"Yeah, yeah…..Whatever, they just looked comfortable, that's all," He complains, biting his lip and not daring to look at the panties. It embarrassed him too much. You don't feel the need to deny his statements because it was an obvious fact that he was lying through his teeth.

Another glob of precum stains the silk, and you sigh dreamily. "Oh, Satoru, you are so wet; look, it's almost like you are meant to have a pussy!"

He lets out a breathless laugh and then cranes his head to look at you. Gojo, for the first time tonight, is grinning, and you are immediately intrigued. He then leans into your chest and whispers, "Dont need a pussy for you to fuck me."

A shiver runs down your spine, and your mouth goes dry. He always did these sorts of things. Made you question your authority for a moment with his cocky and smooth demeanor. But you didn't mind because it only made things more fun.

You are quick to recover like usual, and a feline-like smile spreads over your features. "That's my girl."

Gojo's eyes seem to light up.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Rival III

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Not many people are happy at the next Arsenal game

Neither of your parents are smiling as you stroll into the Chelsea locker room.

Usually, you're very happy to wear your 'assistant coach' jersey but it had been a battle this morning that Momma and Morsa had ultimately lost.

You don't own an Arsenal jersey but you've managed to find a t-shirt of the same red shade so you're happy to wear that instead. To rub salt in the wound, you had cried and cried and cried until your mothers had also worn red t-shirts into the locker room - although they've hidden those under their jackets.

"Whoa!" Sam says in shock, gesturing fiercely at your top," What's all this?"

"Don't," Morsa says wearily," You'll set her off again."

"She's been crying all morning," Momma says," I know when to pick my battles." She gestures to you. "But, Sam, by all means, have a shot at it."

Sam comes and kneels in front of you. She pulls on the bottom of your top.

"It's Arsenal colour," You tell her proudly.

"I see that, y/n," She says," But wouldn't you prefer Chelsea colours? You'll be sitting on the Chelsea bench."

You shake your head. "I like Arsenal," You declare and the whole locker room goes quiet," They're the best. Not Wolfsburg best but best here."

The locker room erupts into outraged voices.

"What are you teaching her, Magda?!"

"How could you, kid?!"

"You let them corrupt her?!"

"Pernille, you can't let this happen!"

"y/n, don't say such slander!"

There's lots of screaming and arguing but you're not too phased. The Not-Wolfsburg locker room is pretty boring most of them so this is a bit entertaining but gets old quickly. You glance towards the door. You know the way to the Arsenal locker room. Maybe Daan will have another juicebox for you and Katie can talk to you in her silly accent.

You nod to yourself.

You should visit them.

As the adults argue, you wander towards the door, hand on the handle to open it when you're stopped. You follow the big arm to meet Millie's face.

"Sorry, kid," She says," No wandering off this time."

You stamp your foot and scrunch up your face. "Why? Just want to see Arsenal."

Millie scoffs. "I know you think you like Arsenal," She says," But you need to stay here." She ruffles your hair. "Chelsea's in your blood."

You stick your tongue out. "I have Wolfsburg blood," You say," And I do like Arsenal. I do! I do! I do!" You're insisting so much that Millie looks horrified when you burst into tears.

Momma breaks through the crowd to pick you up, bouncing you up and down. You wipe your sniffly nose on her Arsenal-colour t-shirt and continue to cry.

Magda pats Millie on the shoulder consolingly, her fellow defender looking completely heartbroken to have made you cry. "Welcome to my world," She says," No one can say a bad word against Wolfsburg or Arsenal in our house." She gestures to her own and Pernille's shirts. "She nearly made herself sick crying so much because we didn't want to wear the tops she chose for us." She pats Millie on the shoulder one last time. "Pick your battles."

No one is able to talk you out of your fashion choice and Emma looks betrayed as you take your place on the Not-Wolfsburg bench.

You wave excitedly as the teams come out, completely ignoring your mothers in favour of the Arsenal girls. Leah grins at you and Katie gives you a silly two finger salute. Beth and Daan wave at you, as does Jill.

You wave back happily, bouncing and you think you can see the other Not-Wolfsburg girls sink back into the bench in embarrassment.

Kick-off starts and you remain excited. Normally, at Not-Wolfsburg games you get bored but you're completely engaged in this one - barely stopping to get a drink.

But, just before half-time, you retreat back to your seat. Jessie and Niamh are both there, letting you squish between them and leech their warmth.

Jessie holds your drink up and you take a generous gulp, wiping your mouth clumsily with the back of your hand. Niamh clears her throat and pulls out a you-sized Not-Wolfsburg jersey.

"Are you sure you don't want to wear this?" She asks, waving it teasingly in your face.

You push it away and tug on your own shirt. "Is Arsenal colour," You explain it to her like she's slow," That's Not-Wolfsburg colour." You smooth down your shirt. "I like Arsenal!" You spy from across the pitch, Beth scoring a goal and you throw your arms up. "Arsenal! Yay!"

The Not-Wolfsburg bench slouches lower in their seats.

●～●～●～●～

The match ends with an embarrassing draw for Not-Wolfsburg and has even more embarrassing moments when you celebrate every goal Arsenal gets.

You zoom onto the pitch, completely ignoring your mothers to race across the see Daan and Beth.

Beth catches you underneath the arms and swings you onto her hip. Daan takes one of your hands, waving it around as you're carted away to the little group of Arsenal girls shaking hands with your mothers.

"Kid!" Katie says in her silly accent (Momma told you it was Irish but you think she keeps making up words) and plucks you from Beth's arms. She shakes you around and you giggle.

She places you on the ground and you're so dizzy that you stumble around, knocking into Leah's legs, who laughs delightedly at you.

"Leah!"

"My biggest fan!" She high-fives you. "You're looking good in Arsenal red!"

Momma and Morsa both groan which makes Jill laugh.

You nod excitedly. "Uh-huh! Arsenal's so cool!"

Pernille has to wrap a consoling arm around Magda as Leah crouches down in front of you.

"Well, since your mums are Chelsea fans, they'll probably never buy you a proper jersey so, here, take mine." She strips it from her body, pulling it over your head.

It's very sweaty and kind of smelly but you love it.

You hug her tightly. "Thank you, Leah!"

Pernille sees Magda's eye twitch in outrage.

[ihaveforgortoomany]

Discussing Isolde's new garment "And all that Jazz" as an evolution of her original and insight 2 Outfits

Consider this a continuation of an earlier post with greater focus on the similarities of Isolde's new garment to her previous two and how they tie to her character development in Ch. 6 (this is global friendly)

(spoilers for just Chapter Six )

In short her new garment in 2.1 can be considered the development of her character post the events of Ch.6.

The outfit we met Isolde in, the white one, signifies Isolde's previous repression of herself, her outfit similar to Trista in the Small Room story. While this sprite was used to depict young Isolde primarily, we can say that this more resembles Trista and how Isolde especially in her younger years was haunted and tormented by Trista. Isolde's boss the Mezzo takes a similar appearance to her original outfit than the insight 2 Tosca one, here again Isolde is repressed and allows Trista to possess her during the fight.

(Side note: Trista probably is the most powerful Dittasdorf in terms of the family's arcane powers, plus the fact that she died during a seance at a young age, became this relentless spirit that even years beyond her death continues to torment Isolde and as seen with her boss fight possess her)

Moving onto her insight 2 outfit this signifies the release of the repression, the inner self as Isolde peforms Tosca, kills Mr Karl, jumpstarts WW1 months earlier and proceeds to kill both Heinrich and Hoffman. Unlike the outfit she no longer has a veil obscuring half her face, a much smaller one signifying that loss of repression of desires.

Ignoring the green highlights and feathers clearly alluding to Kakania, the upper "jacket of the outfits does appear to mimic Kakania's jacket/ blazer or the ruffle on Isolde's first outfit, the overall sliver colour of the "And all that Jazz" garment calls back to her original outfit in being a darker shade, no longer is Isolde tied down by societal expectation of Vienna and acts freely (within the limitations of the Foundation ofc).

Both the low cut in her dress and the headpiece both reference to her insight 2 outfit, alongside her new voicelines signifies further this freedom from previous repression that Kakania (regardless of how much it did backfire) gave her. Yet despite this freedom was remains alone.

Additional note: in this new garment the knife is replaced with a cane that features very prominently. The cane has been historically seen as a overt status symbol of wealth and power, in comparison to a knife that would be easily concealed. We can speculate how Isolde in her younger years in the Small Room was thought to be meek and not stand out by Mr Karl, who eventually dies by Isolde's hand by a knife, no longer repressing any part of herself. What is noticable is that both Mr Karl and Isolde in her new garment dominantly hold the cane in their left (looks on the right to us and Mr Karl's is largely covered below) . We can speculate Isolde now possessing a cane reflects her increased power no longer under the repression of others (noteable ones being Mr Karl and Trista) instead able to act on their own, yet still cling to Kakania at the same time.

(Idk if it is the same cane Isolde is using as Mr Karl as I can't find a full spite of him but it would be interesting if it was, signifying her own triumph over the man who tormented her over the years to take his symbol of power)

Even her posture/ default stance is different: the previous outfits have a more reserved posture aiming to make herself the smallest in the room (does this count as a pun) whereas her new garment has her in a more confident and powerful pose, more open and empathises the cane again.

Summary - it is fascinating how her new garment doesn't seem like just an Opera Singer turned Jazz singer, instead a progression of her character following the events of Vienna as someone who while has escaped the torment and societal pressure is not truly free of that pain and trauma, but nevertheless no longer represses herself in the same way as before.

[zalrb]

SE Preview -- Flashback (FSOG)

Elena hadn't wanted to admit it but Caroline was right. She'd insisted, at lunch, that Elena would find herself engrossed in the Fifty Shades of Grey series.

"I'm telling you," she said. "It's like crack. I've just finished the second book, going to lend it to Bonnie, and I'm going to start on the third when I get home." 

Elena shook her head. "Honestly, Bonnie, I would expect better from you."

"Hey!" said Caroline. "And not from me? I have moral oppositions to the book too, you know!"

Elena quirked an eyebrow. "But you power through them?"

"Yes," said Caroline. "I choose to turn off my brain."

"Yeah," said Bonnie, nodding. "Exactly."

Elena looked at her bewildered. "Really?"

Bonnie shrugged her shoulders, offering no defence. "If you ignore pretty much everything about it except the sex scenes, it's pretty addictive." 

Elena laughed. "I just can't see it."

"At the very least if you read it, Christian will remind you of a certain someone," said Bonnie.

Caroline snorted. "Please. Damon wishes he was Christian."

"Exactly my point."

The two of them started snickering the way people did when they were sharing an inside joke and Elena grabbed the first book from Bonnie who took the second from Caroline. She'd read it as a challenge to prove them both wrong about the book's power of absorption but she hadn't put it down since opening it a few hours ago. She hadn't even moved from her spot on her bed.

She had, against her better judgement, found herself engrossed, lost in the pages, stirred and excited and ruffled by the descriptions, gone, completely, from the world around her, until  she heard him. She snapped the book shut. Stefan always moved lightly, quietly, but she'd been with him and around vampires long enough to recognize telltale signs of one being in the house --- the way there'd be a whoosh of air, the way her body would seem to detect another presence in the area.

Quickly, Elena shoved the book under her pillow, and just as she did, Stefan walked into the bedroom. Elena withdrew her hand and put it beneath her chin, like she'd been sitting in bed contemplating deep thoughts all day.

Stefan looked at her. "Hi."

"Hi!"

She knew she said it louder than was necessary because she could see Stefan's eyes narrow slightly --- already, he could tell that something was going on. Elena pressed her lips together. He continued to look at her.

Oh God, he was going to find out. He was going to find out because she couldn't do anything to calm herself down. If she took a deep breath he'd hear it, if she moved slightly to settle herself, he'd see it. He was perceptive and he knew her better than anyone and he had heightened senses on top of all of that and it just wasn't fair. Still, she had to try and act cool. But the more she told herself to be normal, the more suspiciously she acted. Her eyes shifted to the side. No, only people who have something to hide do that.

Stefan looked somewhere between amused and intrigued. "You look..."

"What?" she said.

"Flustered," he said finally.

"No," she said airly. "Just been ... sitting here."

He nodded. "Your face is red," he observed.

Elena searched for an excuse. "I'm just hot." What a shitty excuse.

"Mm." 

More staring. She wished he'd just stop. He could open her, uncover all of her secrets with nothing more than a steady gaze and that knowledge with that face and that body was already, under normal circumstances, a struggle to resist but after what she'd been reading, with the words like moan and sigh and fuck! swimming in her head, it was hard, with him standing there, not to think of all the things she could do to him, the things she wanted to... "You have that look again..."

Elena cleared her throat. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"No?"

"Mm-mm."

He pushed his mouth to the side and an expression, something slightly carnal, passed over his face very quickly. "Because if you were doing something else..."

She shot him a playful and reproachful look. "Oh, I was reading."

Without thinking she reached beside her and threw the pillow at him. It was a mark of a great sport that he let the pillow hit him in the face instead of catching it before it could make contact.

Stefan grinned then nodded his head toward the spot beside her. "That the book?"

Shit.

"No." Elena grabbed the book and put it behind her.

"Well, now I'm extremely curious."

Elena drew her legs up to her chest and then buried her face in her knees. "I don't want to tell you what it is."

Stefan looked slightly shocked and maybe a little hurt. "I'd never judge what you read."

"I don't think you'd judge." And she didn't. There was just something private and guilty and embarrassing about the whole situation and it made her extremely shy.

"OK, don't tell me. You don't want to, it's fine." It was. She knew it was. He would drop it and move on and he didn't know just how much she'd loved that about him, just how much she'd found that quality attractive. He'd won without even trying.

Elena sighed then tossed the book over to Stefan. Immediately after she covered her face with her hands.

"Ah," he said, looking at the cover.

"'Ah'?" Elena lowered her hands slightly so she could peek at him from above her fingertips. "What does 'ah' mean?"

"Nothing," he said, shaking his head, picking it up. "I've just seen Caroline reading it, then Bonnie..." He flipped through the pages. "So, I was wondering when you would."

"Oh my God, can you not be so observant?"

He chuckled then looked up from the book. "So, this is what you've been doing all day? Reading this?"

It was a simple question but Elena suddenly felt the amusement and the humour dissipate from the conversation, the embarrassment and the self-consciousness gone and replaced with ... anticipation.

She swallowed hard. "Yes."

His eyes still on her, he tossed the book back onto the middle of the bed. "Show me the passage," he said.

Elena's mouth was dry. "What?"

"Show me the passage," he said again, his eyes glinting. "The one that put that look on your face."

[startanewdream]

#7 - Red, for @jilymicrofics

It was not fair, James reflected, annoyed, as he grabbed his things. He had been talking with his friends just as usual, but this time Professor Trent had bristled and now James was sent to sit on the last desk in the classroom, while his friends stayed in their spots. The only fair thing would be if they were all made to sit together there.

This year's DADA class was a bit of a joke, everyone knew. Professor Trent was their fourth DADA teacher in a row, and James supposed he was only concerned about surviving the year—their last DADA teacher had a weird encounter with a cave troll, and the one before that had nearly drown in the lake—

The sound of giggles distracted him from considering what terrible fate was waiting for Professor Trent, and he looked around. The girls were exchanging notes, hiding their giggles in coughs that would fool no one, but Professor Trent wasn't noticing it; it was not fair at all.

On the table in front of him, Evans got a note; she glanced behind quickly, their eyes met for less than a heartbeat, then her head snapped front before James could say anything. Evans scribbled something in answer and passed the note again.

"Subtlety, Evans," he mumbled, loud enough that she would not miss it.

She glanced back, pretending she was searching for something in her backpack, not looking directly at him.

"Not everything is about you, Potter."

"Still, I got your attention, didn't I?"

She ruffled, mouth snapping shut, and giving him her best basilisk-like glare; James smirked. He wasn't sure why, but he enjoyed a lot messing with Lily Evans; no one else would give him the same sassy comebacks, and just like always, Evans didn't let him down.

"With a head so big, how could I not notice it?"

She turned around, not giving him any chance to answer her, and moved her chair closer to her table, as far from him as she could; that left her sitting directly under a ray of sunlight coming from the window.

James smiled to himself; Evans would pretend she was ignoring him, but he could see the way she was tapping her fingers on the table, or shaking her head as if still discussing with him in her mind—or how she twisted the end of her ponytail before loosening her hair. Under the sunlight, her auburn hair fell in a swift motion, like a waterfall reflecting the sunset.

Professor Trent was talking now, something about homework that was worth some House points (something that James usually cared about), but he couldn't pay attention to anything but the way Evans' hair shined under the light. He had never considered it before, but it was hypnotizing; there were so many shades of red, darker and lighter, Gryffindor red or fire red, or just red, a shade so red that it should be standard for all colours that wanted to be considered red. Her hair looked so soft—if he could just slide his fingers through it, if he could just—

His hand was half-raised when the bell rang. Evans rose at once, and, seemingly against her best judgment, looked back at him, and when she caught James staring back at her, she crossed her arms and turned around, her hair whipping the air, leaving a trace of her shampoo in the air. Strawberries, James thought. It was fitting.

He was still standing in place, watching the last trace of Evans' disappearing by the door, just her dark red hair visible in the midst of all the students, when his friends got to him.

"I'm so bored," Sirius complained, yawning. "I can't believe he made you sit behind Evans—are you okay?"

"Yeah," James mumbled, unsure. "Why?"

"Your face is red."

That was fitting also.

[cellard0ors]

Laura eyes each of the green cans of paint surrounding her. She then eyes each of the green marks she made on the white wall in front of her.

She compares the various greens. Which one looks better?

Galapagos Green or Ming Jade? Pale Clover or Mountain Mint? Her mouth swishes from side to side while she weighs the pros and cons of each shade.

She fiddles with the waist band of her leggings as she does so, annoyed yet again at the slightly uncomfortable feeling. She's not really showing yet, but she's certainly...thicker than she used to be.

So much so, that it's clear she's going to have to go clothes shopping soon and she's so lost in her thoughts and the variety of paint colors that she nearly jumps out of her skin when she hears, "What are you doing?"

Laura turns to see Travis standing in the doorway. He looks tired and mulish as always and she simply sighs, relaxing where she sits on the wooden floor of the work-in-progress nursery.

She has paint tarps and tape all readied along the wall she's currently studying and she waves to it, "Weighing my options."

"On?"

"Who's going to win the Super Bowl." Laura deadpans and he scowls at the smart ass remark even as she adds, "The color for the room, obviously."

Travis looks at the open cans and brushes, then to her with a frown, "Should you even be doing this in your, ah? Condition?"

She shrugs, "Everything I read online says it should be okay. Just have to make sure there's a lot of ventilation, I take adequate breaks - things like that. Not all that different from doing the job in a non-pregnant capacity."

"Okay." He says it, but he still sounds disapproving. Annoyed, but trying to stay positive, Laura gets to her feet and taps the wall near one color, "This is called Ming Jade."

"Uh huh." Travis returns as if it's the most boring thing he's ever heard. She scowls, but continues, "And this is Pale Clover."

"Alright."

... she's going to strangle him.

It must show on her face, because he scoffs, "What?"

"What? What do you mean 'what'? I'm asking you what you think! Which shade you like! We agreed on green, yeah?"

"Yes, but-!"

"We also agreed we didn't want to know the sex of the baby until they're born and we agreed pink and blue have been done to death anyway, so I got some paint and I put it up and I'm trying to get your opinion and you're just standing there looking as deadass as you did when you had me behind bars and-!"

"I do not!"

He is ignored as she charges on, "-this is just as much your decision as it is mine! Just as this baby is just as much yours as it is-!"

"I KNOW THAT!" Travis thunders and Laura grows quiet. She's still angry, but his snapping at her so loudly cuts her words short and she just glares at him, nostrils flaring.

Travis breathes in deep and holds out a steadying hand, voice dipping to a lower volume, "...I...I know that, Laura, I'm just-?"

He chews on his bottom lip and he suddenly looks so... awkward, so shy, that she feels an odd pang of sympathy for him.

It only grows worse when he adds, "I... don't know a lot about this."

"And I do?" She scoffs but he simply shrugs, "You've always come across as very capable to me. More capable than I am."

"True." Comes from her easily and it's clear he wants to scowl, but can't because he is, after all, the one to have said it. Her reaction isn't uncalled for. In fact, he probably should have anticipated it.

Still, "My point is, while you've been...kind enough to allow me decisions in this, I'm... hesitant to make them. That's all."

Laura's lips twitch, "I'm not being 'kind'. I'm being logical, stupid."

She's sure the look he levels at her is supposed to come across as deadly, but it only makes her smile, "Travis, this is our baby's nursery. We should choose the color together. We agreed on green, but now we need to agree on which green."

Travis looks adorably ruffled at the idea, "...how many greens are there?"

This gets a laugh from her, "Hundreds. I've just managed to narrow it down to these four."

"These four, huh?" He seems...softer now. Humbled somewhat and he walks farther into the room. He stands right next to her and she finds his proximity... intriguing.

Laura resolves to blame it on the hormones.

Same for her suddenly noticing how much taller he is than her. Much taller than her previous boyfriends and how that causes a flutter in her chest and he is not her boyfriend and heat is radiating off of him in delicious waves and-!

... hormones! Definitely the hormones!

Travis looks at each of the greens and then stops to tap a finger next to one, "This one."

"That one?" Laura asks, but he merely repeats himself, sounding sure, "This one."

Laura narrows her eyes at it critically and then starts bobbing her head, "Okay. Yeah...this one."

"Which shade is this?"

"Mountain Mint."

"Mountain Mint," he shakes his head, a very minute smile on his face, "What will they think of next."

"Soooooo..." Laura drags out as she eyes him from one side, "Why this one?"

Travis turns to her, face serious even as he murmers, "Because of this..."

He then proceeds to lightly brush the back of his hand along her right cheek.

Laura startles at the touch. He's been oh-so-careful not to touch her since this all began. The last time she can even truly recall him touching her was when they'd hurriedly come together after that night at the quarry.

The morning light streaming in through thin curtains as he took her on a short bookshelf in the lodge's library...

It's a shiny, odd marble of memory she rolls over and over in her mind now again, her brain trying to decipher it, trying to figure out why exactly it happened.

She's sure it was because of all the trauma and the grief and the guilt and the anger...

But either way, whatever it was or whatever sparked it, it led to their child's conception and it can't be changed or challenged. It was a catalyst that brought them to this house and this room and to this moment where he's... touching her again.

But the touch is brief and over before it's even really begun and Travis looks apologetic and sheepish as if he didn't even know he would do that as he wipes at his own cheek, "You've got some, um-?"

Laura touches her now burning cheek and, sure enough, she feels a patch of dry, flaky film that is no doubt a smudge of paint. The very paint he points to again, "Seems like it chose you, so...I'm just agreeing with it "

"I...I see." She breathes and she does, but she doesn't, and their eyes lock something seems to pass between them unspoken.

Suddenly Laura feels a little light-headed and she wonders if it's the paint or him or both when he sighs and looks down, looks away, as if he's ashamed of himself, "Anyway...if it looks good on you, I have no doubt it'll look good on the walls too."

Travis then turns and leaves. Leaves Laura to stand there and absorb two things. One, that after all this time he touched her again and, two, that he just gave her a compliment.

And, honestly?

She doesn't know what to do with either. Not at all.

[yalocalfanficaddict]

Do you mind doing a cute bokukiri fluff, they are just chilling with eachother cause bokugo and kirishima had a long day out saving people. ✨

Ack!! I'd LOVE to do this, thank you for requesting!! I am currently working on a KiriBaku/Bakushima one-shot collection that I plan to release in the New Year, so this will be perfect!! I will admit I am more of a sucker for angst, but we all need a lil fluff in our lives...shall we make it Christmas themed? ✨

Word count: 2896

His fingers are slow to move as he scrolls through their previous messages. This had to be the spot. Right? Looking around, he makes note of the street names and the landmarks surrounding them. Everything should be correct. He patrolled the city streets and even chased down the occasional villain through the winding paths.

Snowflakes melt against the glow of the phone's cracked screen. Making a mental note to get it replaced soon, the hero quickly rubs the phone against his pant leg before pocketing it. As breath crystallizes with each puff, he watches the snow globe of a world in search of a pair of warm cinnamon eyes. Children tug their relatives' coat sleeves, desperate to show them the toys they want from Saint Nicholas. Street vendors sit patiently with rosy cheeks and smiles warm enough to combat the frigid breeze. Performers on nearly every corner participate in friendly competition for an audience and a few extra yen in their pocket. Whimsical shades of reds, greens, white, and even cheery hues of blue and yellow decorate every surface. Trees are easily mistaken for twisted candy canes. Street lights glow and illuminate the snowflakes to be mistaken for pixie dust against the harsh night sky.

But no matter where he looks, he can't find him.

With a huff, he folds his arms over his chest to block out the cold that nips at him.

"Miri! Come back here," someone calls.

A small hand tugs on his hero costume. When he finds out who it's attached to. He smiles warmly at the little girl behind him. Pink cheeks and nose are pinched by Jack Frost, but it doesn't freeze the sweet beam she gives him.

Kneeling to be eye-level, he ignores the snow that soaks his knee and sends goose flesh throughout his body even more. "Well, who might you be, kid?"

"I'm Miri Unasaka! I'm also the biggest fan of you, Mr!"

He ruffles her hair as her parents finally catch up to her. "Damn, how'd she get so fast?" the man with black hair and tired eyes grumbles. "Holy hell, Miri, don't run off like that."

"Rei! I told you to watch your words with Miri," the other man spoke. His rusty eyes didn't match the pair he was searching for.

"Cut the crap, Kazuki. It wasn't like you were any better when you stubbed your pinkie toe," Rei snaps.

Kazuki pouts as Miri laughs. "That was different..."

He scoops up Miri and hands her to Kazuki, who hugs her dearly. "Thank you! We almost lost her, and it would've broken my heart if we got into the wrong hands."

Rei nods. "Yeah, thanks."

Miri ways vigorously as they walk in the same direction as where they came from. "Bye-bye, Mr. Red!"

He chuckles. The kids are so cute, in his opinion. Their little chubby cheeks and fingers, always eager to grab something, never fail to make him grin. The impulsivity of youth would make for a lifetime of adventures, much more satisfactory compared to the hero missions he takes. Alas, he'll never be able to experience the joys of parenthood. His life is too dangerous, and he would never want to risk such trauma to a child.

"Mr. Red, huh? Should I try using that when we're on patrols, Eijirou?"

Eijirou whips around and throws his arms around the man behind him. He can recognize that voice from anywhere. Especially the soft curse that slips past his teeth when Eijirou squeezes him tight. "Katsuki! What took you so long?"

When they pull away, allowing room for the puffs of steam to mingle between their lips, Bakugou kisses Eijirou's temple, warming his core. "I got you something to warm you up. It's colder than a witch's tit out here."

Eijirou snorts at the remark and accepts the warm drink. "Thank you."

Bakugou grunts as he takes a sip from his own cup.

The taste of smooth caramel and crunchy salt mingle on his tongue as a splash of the chocolate beverage singes his tongue. Eijirou quickly swallows to prevent further damage. But he ends up putting himself through a coughing fit as the drink burns the rest of his throat. "Hot," he croaks.

He tosses his head back with a laugh. "That's why you blow on it, idiot," Bakugou smirks. "You'd really think I'd give you something cold...out in this weather? You fucking need all the warmth you can get when walking around practically naked."

Nearly dropping his drink, he gives an over-the-top gasp with the back of his wrist pressing against his forehead. "Oh, how scandalous of me to wear such a revealing hero costume! Whatever shall I do to prevent myself from freezing over?"

Bakugou shakes his head with a beckoning arm. "C'mere, you idiot."

"But I'm your idiot," Eijirou sings while Bakugou wraps his arm around his waist. The insides of his frigid self melt when a low laugh vibrates Bakugou's chest.

"Shut up, Red."

As they savor the taste of hot chocolate, they also enjoy each other's presence in a way nobody else can. Eijirou secretly treasures each possessive touch Bakugou displays, whether it's a firmer grip on his waist when passing through thick crowds, a gentle squeeze and rub along his bicep to ease his chills, and tucking Eijirou even closer against him to prevent him from straying—not that he even would in the first place. Eijirou knows how much Bakugou cares for him, and he knows how much Eijirou cares for him. Plunging down into the spiraling depths of the Earth just to put a smile on his lips is a mere start for all the things Eijirou would do for the man beside him.

They are almost at the train station until someone twists their head and cries, "Ground Zero! Oh, oh! Look, it's Red Riot with Ground Zero!"

Murmurings spread, and heads began to swivel. In most cases, people don't tend to care that the second and fifteenth heroes are seen together. They run an agency together, after all. However, whenever the occasional fan calls out to them, it sparks something in the other bystanders, and they realize that heroes straight from comic books tread the same streets that they do. Unfortunately, Eijirou is too much of a push-over for meet-and-greets. Whereas Bakugou takes any opportunity possible to prevent being trapped by the adoring masses.

"Riot! Riot! Please have my babies!"

"Ground Zero, give us a smile!"

"Show us a cool explosion!"

"Hey, I was here first. Red Riot, Ground Zero, can you please sign my forehead? Or just anywhere?"

Eijirou yelps when Katsuki throws him over his shoulder. "What the—"

His voice is ripped from his throat with a silent scream and clenched teeth. An explosion launches them both into the air. Bakugou fires blast after weak blast to prevent damage yet keep them both safe from the people.

"Holy—oh my God, Kats—Holy shit!" Eijirou gasps, watching the clamoring people scramble for their phones. The citizens grow smaller and smaller while the pair blast higher and higher into the sky. His stomach flips as his heart leaps into his throat. Clutching tight enough onto Bakugou's costume for Eijirou's fingers to ache, he screws his eyes shut, rambling various pleas to not be dropped and for them to not plummet to their deaths. He manages a trembling pout when Bakugou emits a cruel laugh.

"It's not funny," he exclaims, clamping harder onto the pro-hero. "Warn me next time, asshole! You know I hate to be up in the air without warning."

"Eiji, we landed three minutes ago."

"What?"

"Good-fucking-grief, are you the deaf one now? I said—"

He peels an eye open only to be greeted with Bakugou's back profile and mounds of snow blanketing the cement roofing. The roof? Are we on top of the agency? Eijirou extracts himself from Bakugou, confirming his suspicions when his boots crunch against undisturbed snow. He's about to rant about ignoring the sweet fans but is promptly silenced with a kiss.

"Finally got you all to myself for once," he smirks, cupping Eijirou's face. It's a little awkward with his massive gauntlets in the way, but he appreciates the gesture. "Stupid bastards don't know when to leave people be."

"Well, we are what most might consider celebrities," Eijirou grins against another kiss.

He licks his lips, avid to kiss and be kissed breathless—senseless, even—in the frigid cold as snowflakes settle like dust in their hair and lashes. But Bakugou pulls away, tugging Eijirou's wrist, leading him to the door. "'S fucking cold out here. C'mon."

The door creaks open and shuts with a sharp ka-chunk! Bakugou keeps a firm grip on Eijirou, even after they step onto a random floor and await the next elevator to bring them the rest of the distance. The thick fabric works quickly in heating his hand, leaving Eijirou to wonder how much explosive sweat is collecting in Bakugou's palms and leaking into his gauntlets. He doesn't mind it, yet Bakugou must have sensed something because he pulled away. "Need to drop off my gear, then I'll take you home."

Eijirou laughs as the metal doors slide open. "We live to—"

"Shut up. I'm still going to be the one to take you home. You suck ass when it comes to driving."

He whines and playfully smacks Bakugou's shoulder. "You can't say things like that when you've gotten into more road rage accidents."

"That was one time, Red," he snarls.

"But it was one more time than me!"

"Oh, shut up!"

"Why don't you make me?"

And just like that, hands cage him in the corner of the elevator cart. Cracked lips crush him in a mouth-watering kiss. As if on autopilot, Eijirou digs his hands through Bakugou's hair, pulling him in and deepening the euphoric sensation. Eijirou is definite of one thing in life. It's that he will never grow tiresome to Bakugou's touch.

He giggles as he chases after the feeling, only to be left dry as Bakugou exits the elevator cart. "Don't get greedy, now. It'll be harder to savor you when we get home."

"You sound like you want to eat me," Eijirou cracks up, patting Bakugou's shoulder lovingly before leaning on it for support.

They're in the workshop, boots clanking with faint thumps against the grated floor. Someone flicks on the light, and only the necessary lights flicker with a steady thrum from the generator to follow. Eijirou grins at the memories of ranting about stupid villains as they fix their hero gear. The couple spends more hours in the workshop than they do at home. Bakugou has always been fussy with his equipment, especially. He always shoos Hatsume out whenever he gives the equipment tune-ups. Eijirou had one too many times almost meeting his maker when he'd leave out screws and washers near Bakugou's gear.

"What's so fucking funny?" Bakugou spits, beginning to unclip the gauntlets. The devices hiss and clack as they slowly release his forearms. "Oi!"

Between giggles, Eijirou placed fluttering kisses along Bakugou's working shoulders. "You're just so grumpy today, and teasing you is too easy."

Bakugou tucks away his right gauntlet before working on the left. "The fuck? I am not easy to tease!"

He holds Bakugou even closer than he thought was possible, burying his face into the crook of his neck. "Whatever you say, my little gremlin."

"I'm not some fucking gremlin. I'm also taller than you, so fuck off."

"Sure, sure."

●•●•●•●

The door swishes open, thwacking against the door stop as the hero walks in. Katsuki can't hide his grin, even if it kills him. The joyous sounds from his lover never fail to delight Katsuki.

"Kats! Ack—dude, I...I can wa-oh!" Kirishima cries out as Katsuki sloppily adjusts the bridal-style grip on him. He loops his arms around his neck, clutching onto him like the last buoy in a ruthless sea. "Stop! Stop! You're gonna drop me!" 

Fed up with his complaining, Katsuki pulls Kirishima closer to his face as he kicks the door shut. Their lips meet again for only God knows how many times now. Not bothering to set him down, Katsuki travels to the bedroom and tosses Kirishima on the bed. "How does a bath sound, hm?" Katsuki asks while he finally crouches down to unlace his boots. 

"That'd be fantastic. I had to chase down a villain and ran into a wall they constructed with their quirk." Kirishima laughs, beginning to slip off the winter top of his hero costume.

Katsuki inhales a sharp breath, shaking his head. "Damn, that would've hurt. Did you catch the bitch, at least?" 

While he dresses into pyjamas, Kirishima explains. "Yes, but no—"

"Yes, but no?" Katsuki interrupts, sliding a well-worn shirt over his head. The shirt in question is all black except for a dark red gear printed over the chest with two R's interlocking below it. As much as Katsuki bitches about how much of an eyesore the article is, it's one of the favorite things he owns. 

"Will you let me finish?" Kirishima takes Katsuki walking into the bathroom as a yes. "So, the villain was doing some form of unarmed robbery? It was bizarre. They had civilians trapped in a—a weird box he constructed out of who knows what. I managed to break them out as Jirou and Sero tag-teamed to keep the villain contained, but somehow they got out. Like I said, this dude's quirk was weird. Anyway, we got onto a pursuit on foot, and the bugger threw people at me."

He arches a brow, mixing soap with the warm water in the tub. The water begins to foam as it turns into a deep shade of pink, and the scent of cherries tints the air. "People? Holy shit, Ei."

"I know!" Kirishima says, clearly exasperated at the memory. Katsuki turns away as Kirishima steps into the bathroom and sinks into the bath. Once the noise of movement slows, Katsuki faces him again and works on scrubbing the jell from his hair. "I managed to safely get them out of my way, but didn't pay attention and slammed my face into a massive freaking wall." 

Katsuki barks out a laugh. It grows louder and more powerful when Kirishima throws him a dirty side-eye. "Sorry...sorry, but that's so fucking stupid. Did you at least use your quirk?" 

Knees pull up to Kirishima's chest as he sulks. "No..."

It's a struggle to hold in Katsuki's snort. 

"I managed to catch the dude, and thankfully, Eri was out doing an internship patrol with Toogata. She reversed my injuries, and that was when you messaged me." 

"That's good. Don't want your stupid, cute face to get fucked." Katsuki sighs at Kirishima's faint laughter. He loves it when his boy laughs. Or when he smiles. Anything his Kirishima does puts his heart through loops, strangling itself on its strings. "Anything sore? Need me to use my quirk?"

Kirishima hums in thought. "My neck's still a little tender, and could you?"

He grins, heating his palms just enough to not burn Kirishima. Kirishima groans in relief once Katsuki starts working his digits into his skin. "You do not believe how good that feels, Kats."

 Katsuki snorts. "You little sycophant," he snarks. 

"Hey!" Kirishima protests, going rigid before relaxing again under his touch. "Besides, you have no right to talk when you like being praised." 

Sucking his teeth, Katsuki can't find a way to argue his way out of that one.

After the bath, Katsuki leaves Kirishima to tug on some pyjamas. While waiting, Katsuki scrolls through the movie options and plays an old Christmas movie. He's interrupted when a voice whistles down the stairs, pulling his eyes from the screen. Kirishima grins, displaying his pointed teeth. "Really? Charlie Brown, again?" he asks, taking his hands from his pockets. 

Rolling his eyes, Katsuki takes in Kirishima's choice of clothing. He only wears gaudy candy-red pants. Simple patterns like white deer, snowflakes, and fir trees. "You really need to burn that abomination," Katsuki chuckles.

Kirishima shrugs and flops onto the couch, snuggling close to Katsuki. "It's not Christmas unless the ugly pyjamas are worn." 

Katsuki huffs when Kirishima begins to pepper his jaw and neck with kisses, unable to reach his lips from their current position. "You sappy dork." He sits up, yanking Kirishima further up onto his lap. "Kiss me properly if you want to pull that shit." 

Lips meet as suspires mingle between them. Katsuki can't get enough of the way Kirishima gasps and hums in delight. Brows furrow as they carry out their little game of chasing each other's mouths, determined to be the one to share the last kiss. Hands card through hair and curl around napes. Noses brush in tandem, fitting like perfect pieces in a perfect puzzle. Everything feels so perfect with Kirishima, and Katsuki refuses to have enough, in constant need of more. 

"Okay! Okay. You—mmnh...win, you win!" Kirishima murmurs between the suffocating dance between them.

Katsuki pulls Kirishima close to his chest and begins to stroke his hair. A proud smile stretches his lips. 

They sit in blissful silence, treasuring one another's silence as they watch the rest of the movie. Whether the yawn that escapes Kirishima's mouth is unfortunate or not, Katsuki can't tell. So he waits to hear another yawn that stretches out much longer than the last. "Tired, Mr. Red?" 

"Shush, we all know it's gonna be Mr. and Mr. Bakugou one day," Kirishima blurts, weary from his long day. 

His heart squeezes at the thought, ears scarlet. Katsuki ignores the comment and continues. "Whatever. Need me to turn off the movie?"

Kirishima curls deeper into Katsuki, shaking his head. "Nah. I'm just—I'm totally..."

Peaceful slumber claims him as Katsuki ruffles his hair with a smile. "Merry Christmas, idiot." 

I like how this came out. Did YOU like how this came out? I tinkered with a new writing style you can probably tell I worst motivation in nearly half-way through, haha!! I am elated that you requested this, dear annon! I'll have this posted on my Wattpad and AO3 accounts in case you ever want an easy access to read them again!! Also, YES I did add a Buddy Daddies cameo, I just finished the anime and needed to get it out of my system before the hyper-fixations set it.

By the way...@ao3-shenanigans, I am slowly but surely working through your request! I've been having a few setbacks and other requests flooding in, but I'll get to it as soon as possible!! Thank you everyone for reading!!

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saw your reblog snd. vera would very much welcome a visit but she might be uh… hard to find… and a little scared that onyx might report that he found her but. i kinda wanna know what you think if onyx did find vera eventually ?

HHYYEYY HI HI HI JUNE!!! sorry you are probably in school rn . . . I hope that is going well! Anyways back to Vera and Onyx. . .

🥺👉👈 i hope it is okay that i am going to write something instead of actually . . . answer your question directly *cries* but basically, Onyx would be actively seeking her out because he's been worried about her since her round. I don't know how to exactly articulate his thought process in a straightforward way atm (which is honestly why I'm going to write instead of just saying it lmao)

trigger/content warning for gore, mentioned/referenced death

As soon as he got out of the holding pod, brushing past Oryon and ignoring the huff of frustration that earned him, Nyx ran to the place he last saw Vera. The staff backstage didn't stop him or even give him a passing glance, recognizing him as one of the contestants in the upcoming 16th round. He didn't think too hard about the fact that he was only some two, three weeks away from his end. He couldn't think too much about it or else he was at risk of falling into a downward double helix of mental decay.

Splotches and rivulets of blood dribbled and dripped along the typically cold, clean floors. The particular river that found its way to the source of Flor, Rosca, or Ellie, well, that was unclear. He followed each tributary to the mouth, unflinching in the face of the gore and viscera being cleaned off of the floor and the bodies, before they could be disposed of. It was nearly impossible to tell that Ellie was ever bleeding, her hemorrhage the same shade as the halo of curls around her face. He wondered, distantly, what they were going to do with the bodies. He slunk away before he got a chance to find out.

She loved her. She loved her and she took her life. How could something like that happen? Part of him just can't let it go. He rubbed at his face and let out a sigh. Rosca loved Flor and decided to die with her. Love shows itself in different ways, he supposed.

Finding a messy, smudged trail of red on the floor, not belonging to any of the girls who died tonight, Nyx walked beside it, careful not to smudge the blood further. By process of elimination, this path must to belong to Vera, who ran away uninjured but not unscathed by the spray of gore, the hem of her white dress absolutely drenched in it as she fled. Nyx made sure that no one noticed him weaving his way through the throng of people mulling about, as well as the ones rushing in and out of the backstage on a mission, and he ducked behind a thick fabric, deeper into the belly of the arena.

Luckily enough, Nyx has always been good at finding things. Whether or not something is lost or someone just doesn't know where it is, Nyx can find it, with nearly 10/10 results. It's only been a few times he hasn't been able to, and he prefers to think of those as outliers, rather than the rule. He doesn't know how long exactly it takes but, as always, he finds Vera.

Pushing the vent open and crawling out into a dimly-lit room, Nyx blinks in surprise when he sees a small figure huddled in the corner, white ruffles fanning out around her in waves, the edges stained with crimson slowly oxidizing into copper. Her head pops up and she locks eyes with him, eyebrows shooting up as soon as she sees him, and she recedes in on herself further, something he hadn't really believed possible.

"Vera," he starts hesitantly, unsure of what he really wants to say. She stiffens, going as still as stone, giving him pause. He takes a moment to close the vent panel behind him and the moment he turns around, she's lunging at him, her hands at his throat. His back hits the wall with a clang and he wheezes at the sudden restriction on his trachea but somehow, he knows that she doesn't truly mean to hurt him. Maybe it's the way her hands trembling are against his neck.

"If you even think of speaking to anyone about this and- and turning me in," she tells him, her voice wavering ever so slightly. Her jade eyes bore into him, always dull since the incident but somehow even duller since she won her round. "I- I'll make sure you never speak again." He swallows and feels her grip tighten.

"Ver. . . Vera," he rasps. "I wouldn't do . . . that." Her eyes narrow before she raises an eyebrow at him.

"Swear on it," she demands. He holds up his hand, pinky raised. She glances to it, hesitating before letting out a sigh and releasing his neck. She wraps her pinky around his and nods to him. "Alright."

"Are you okay?" He croaks. She looks at him for a moment before letting out a bitter, cracking laugh.

"What do you think?"

"No, you're not," he answers softly. He holds out his hand to her. "Is there . . . anything I can do?" Vera is silent for a long moment before she puts her hand in his, tangling their fingers together. She nestles into his side and gives him a questioning look.

"Can," she breathes, looking down at the ground. "Can we just stay like this? For a little while?" Nyx feels himself smile and he wraps his free arm around her.

"Of course, as long as you need."

(flor and rosca belong to @sotogalmo!)

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Made By Hand, Made With Love

Summary: Josele makes clothes as a gift for a very special little someone. Genre: general, humorous Word count: ~1100 A/N: Ida Faust is @marune2's oc.

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Josele held her breath as she finished the last of the stitches on her latest project. She wanted it to come out as the best thing it could possibly be.

Soft cotton fabric. Little, pink ruffles. A pure white petticoat. A charming, sailor collar. A giant bow around the stomach, perfect for the gift of a person who'd wear the dress. And a matching headband to top it all off.

“And done!” Josele exclaimed in delight. She stepped away from the mannequin wearing her finished work. Seeing it in full, Josele let out a squeal. “Yes!”

Gwenith walked up behind Josele and let out a giggle.

“How adorable,” Gwenith remarked as she poked and prodded at the dress. “But... This is the third baby's dress you've made.” She gave her daughter a side-eye. “You're a little young to be thinking of children, young lady.”

“M-mom!” Josele squawked and was beet red in seconds. “I'm not gonna have—!

“Well, so long as it's with those Faust boys, at least you'll be provided for,” Gwenith went on with a hand touching her cheek, ignoring Josele's frantic gesturing.

“Mooooom! I-I'm not dating Nacht or Morgen!” Josele yelped. “I like them but—! I don't even know if they—!” She covered her face and threw her head back. “It's for Ida, Mom!”

“Yes, yes.” Gwenith laughed and patted Josele on the head. “I'm just teasing, sweetie.” Gwenith pushed Josele's head to an upright position then waited for her daughter to look her in the eyes. Josele's bright blush combined with a pouting expression made her look like she was three instead of thirteen. “Sorry about that. I just... You're so obvious with those boys.”

“I can't help it! They're just so—!” Josele covered her face again and let out a sound between a screech and squeal. Then, she shook her head. “E-enough about Momo and Nachty though! I've gotta deliver this dress to Ida!” She hurriedly, but still carefully, removed the dress form the dummy before running to get a box to carry it in.

Gwenith watched her daughter with a smile. It warmed Gwenith's heart to see Josele wear her own on her sleeve, no fear or hesitation. She hoped her feelings, those sweet and sublime depths of love, would reach the Faust boys eventually. But for the time being, Gwenith would watch her daughter's friendship with the Faust children grow.

.....

“Ta-da!” Josele spun around with Ida, dolled up in her new dress, perched in her arms. “One adorable baby sister in an adorable dress!”

Morgen clasped his hands together and he let out a high-pitched “aaawww!” His smile, completely endeared by Ida, was blinding. Nacht, meanwhile, slapped a hand over his mouth to hold in his laughter.

“What's with that look?” Josele asked with a tilt of her head. “Does the dress not look good?” She lifted Ida higher and looked her over.

Ida smiled and flapped her arms a little, seeming to enjoy the feeling of being carried. Her piercing blue eyes stood out against the soft shades of pink she'd been wrapped in. It looked okay to Josele…

“No,” Nacht managed to say. “It's just… Pfffffftt! Pink is not Ida's color!”

“Nonsense! I think Ida looks wonderful! Like the camellias in the garden,” Morgen said, causing Nacht to burst out in hysterics.

“Oh please! A flower?” Nacht roared. His laughter seemed to infect Ida as she began to giggle and babble along with him. “See? Even Ida agrees!” He stepped forward and poked Ida’s face. “You’re not a delicate little flower, are you, Ida? Nuh-uh. You’re a fierce little gremlin!”

Ida squirmed and gurgled a bit before she managed to plop her hand over Nacht’s eye, making him yelp and pull back. Morgen and Josele, despite wincing at Nacht’s plight, still found themselves laughing.

“I think she’s actually disagreeing with you,” commented Morgen. He then stepped forward and let Ida grab his index finger. “She knows she’s our cute, angelic baby sister.” He pressed a kiss to Ida’s forehead before moving his gaze to Josele. “Thank you, Josie. You really didn’t have to do this though.” His eyes were soft, sympathetic to her.

“But I wanted to!”

“But doesn’t it cost you?” Nacht asked, stepping closer so the three teens were in a circle. “Couldn’t you be making money off something like this?”

Josele shrugged. “It’s a gift. I don’t care about the cost. Besides…” She passed along Ida so Morgen could carry her. “The sight of your sister looking as cute as she does now… Can you really put a price on that?”

Nacht and Morgen looked down at Ida who sat happily in her brother’s arms, cooing and babbling without a care in the world. The brothers let the sight sink in and they smiled.

“Priceless indeed,” whispered Morgen.

Nacht nodded and once again poked Ida’s cheek.

…..

Ida finished the last sip of her coffee while reading the morning paper. The news wasn’t all that enticing. Just the same, recycled stories.

“Ida~!” Josele sing-songed from the entrance to Ida’s room. The woman leaned her head into the open door frame. “I have something exciting to show you!”

“A dead body?” Ida asked with a cheeky grin.

“… Not as exciting as that…” Josele walked in and that’s when Ida noticed her holding something behind her back. “I found something while cleaning up around the house.”

That’s when Josele showed it.

The rosy pink dress with the ruffles and petticoat and giant bow around the stomach. It was unbearably cute. And so very different from who Ida was.

Quietly, Ida set down her newspaper and mug.

“Isn’t it amazing that it’s still intact?” Josele asked while admiring her old work. “I might need to touch it up a bit…”

“That won’t be necessary, Josy,” Ida uttered while rising from her seat. “We can get rid of it.”

“Are you crazy?” Josele yelped and hugged the dress to her body. “I made this myself! Not only that, but if I have a daughter, then she could wear it!” A giggle left Josele’s lips at the thought. “Wouldn’t that be wonderful?”

“Mm, no. I’d rather forget that dress ever existed.” Ida walked over to Josele and reached for the dress. “C’mon, lemme toss it.”

“No way, Ida! We’re keeping it!”

“What the hell, Josy? Wasn’t it a gift to me? So don’t I decide what happens to it?” Ida asked, her ire beginning to grow.

“Then you can gift it back to me and my future daughters,” Josele argued as she held the dress behind her.

“That’s not how it fucking works!”

“Yes it is!”

Ida lunged for Josele and the older woman pivoted away then booked it out of the room.

“I won’t let you ruin it, Ida!”

“Josy! I don’t want that thing embarrassing me anymore!”

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Beach Day!

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: Reigen, Serizawa and Ren (S/I-OC) go to the beach!

A/N: Listen, guys, good god I can't write normal fanfiction apparently. The usual like "This is an OC for my self shipping purposes but you can read as whatever you want." But also... This features Reigen and Ren "age regressed" which for me, is basically letting your brain go back to a stage of younger years, some people do it for healing from trauma, some people do it just for fun, some people do it as a kink. THIS IS NOT KINK. But it's yours now - Do what you will. It's just not intended as kink.

Anyway, enjoy Caregiver Seri and butthead Reigen.

Reigen practically fell out of the car, stumbling out and jumping up and down as soon as Serizawa parked it. He ran down the path and immediately onto the sand, as I got out of the car in the front, with Serizawa. There was lots of bright sun, and people and cars everywhere in the busy carpark. I ran over to Serizawa and wrapped my arms around him, pushing my head into his chest. He held my head in his hand, brushing my hair with his fingers. 

"There's a lot going on, isn't there, pumpkin?" I squeezed onto him tighter and nodded. He was so warm and squishy. "It's okay, I promise we're safe. You know me - if it wasn't safe, I wouldn't be here either. So if you're ever worried, just look at me." 

I nodded, and stepped back, grabbing onto his hand tightly. 

"Reigen!" Serizawa yelled out, "come back here, please!" Reigen ignored him, kicking up the sand as he explored. Serizawa rolled his eyes and turned back to the car, the wind pushing his hair back off his face, as we grabbed our stuff out of the car.

"Thanks, pumpkin, you're much better behaved, aren't you?" Serizawa asked, looking at me and smiling. I blushed and nodded as he ruffled my hair. The salty air was already making it wet, and it stuck up at odd angles after his hand left my hair.

We walked down to the main beach. "Reigen!" Serizawa called out again, but Reigen wasn't hearing any of it. Serizawa reached out and grabbed Reigen by the top of his shirt, as he ran past. Reigen stumbled at the abrupt obstacle, and would have fell onto the sand if Serizawa wasn't holding onto him. Reigen pouted, and crossed his arms. 

"Babygirl, I need you to behave, okay?" Serizawa bent down so he was at eye level with Reigen. Reigen huffed. 

"Why?" he pouted. 

Serizawa rubbed Reigen's arm gently, and he finally uncrossed them and started clicking his fingers at his sides and tapping his legs. "We need to be safe. You're my little princess, aren't you?" Reigen blushed furiously and started tapping his legs faster. "Princesses have fun, they are awesome, just like you. But they also behave themselves when they have to. Just like you. Okay? So. Just like a princess, we are going to do our duties, and then you can have fun."

Reigen sighed, throwing his head back dramatically, the wind picking up his hair and tousling it about, before nodding. I continued holding Serizawa's hand, and stuck my tongue out at Reigen. He scowled at me and we walked along the beach around a corner to sit under the shade of a tree. Serizawa helped Reigen and I get sun safe before we headed onto the beach again. The sand was already embedded everywhere, including in the sunscreen, as I stood clamping my eyes shut, trying to ignore it. 

Reigen ran straight into the water, kicking up sand as he went. I grabbed onto Serizawa's hand, and he stopped walking, looking back at me. His black swim shirt and black board shorts reflected the bright sun. His dark hair already had grains of sand through it. "Are you alright?" 

I nodded. "Can I climb on?" 

He smiled a big, goofy smile, cheek to cheek. "Of course! All aboard, the Serizawa express!" He knelt down onto one knee, as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He grabbed onto my legs as he got up, and I pressed my chest against his back. 

He walked into the water. The water splashed up around him, splashing my feet as I clung onto his warm body tight. "It's cold!" I cried out, clinging tighter.

Serizawa laughed. We caught up with Reigen who was attacking the oncoming waves. 

"Ren!" he shouted, swimming over. "Are you a scaredy cat? Come down here! Or are you too chicken?"

I glared at him. "I am not a chicken! You're just jealous that I get to be carried by Seri!"

Reigen wasn't listening. He had started to go round in a circle, flapping his arms and squawking like a crazy bird. 

"You want to prove you aren't a chicken?" Serizawa whispered, barely audible over the crashing waves and Reigen's absurd squawking. 

"Yes, I do. He's being a real butthead." 

"Okay, follow my lead." He slowly lowered me into the water, and it rushed against my skin, cold and refreshing. Serizawa took my hand, and dove under the water. We stayed under for a few moments, obscured by the crashing waves, as we swam around and behind Reigen. We waited another moment, before jumping up and splashing him. He spun around, sputtering, before registering what had happened. 

"Hey!" he yelled, before splashing us back, starting a whole water fight. The water was cold and salty, and the sand underneath us was kicked up in the scuffle. Reigen jumped at me, or perhaps more accurately, stumbled through the water and fell onto me. I yelled out in surprise, as he attempted to restrain my arms from splashing him back. 

Serizawa wrapped his arms around us in a big hug, squeezing us together and to him. "Are we ready to play nice?" Serizawa smiled, ruffling Reigen's wet hair. 

Reigen pouted. "I guess…" 

"What was that?"

Reigen sighed, dramatically throwing his head back. "Yes, Serizawa." 

Serizawa beamed. "Thanks, buddy," he said, ruffling Reigen's hair even more so it stuck up at all sorts of angles. "Ren?" 

I paused for a moment, before managing to get my hand free and splashing Serizawa in the face with water. 

"Ren!" 

Reigen took the opportunity to break free as well, and we jumped at Serizawa, pushing him back into the water. He easily grabbed onto us again, holding us close to his chest, floating over the gentle waves. 

"Nice try," he said, "but you little ones are no match for Serizawa Katsuya!" 

Reigen and I sighed dramatically, but settled into his chest just the same. The water gently moved over us, as we moved slowly with the current. Serizawa was still radiating heat through his damp swim shirt. 

"Hey, Ren," Serizawa whispered, barely audible above the water, "look." 

He loosened his arm and I raised my head up. Reigen was tucked into Serizawa's arm, his head tilted facing Serizawa's chest, his mouth slightly open and eyes closed. 

Serizawa smiled. "He's so peaceful…" 

I nodded. "Why isn't he always like that?" I sighed.

Serizawa laughed gently. "Because that's not who he is. And that's alright. We love him exactly as he is, don't we?" 

I grimaced, and looked at Reigen again. His mouth had shifted into a small smile. "Yeah, I guess we do. Even when he's SO annoying." 

"We embrace his energy. He's certainly fun to have around. But, we also take a breath when he's resting," Serizawa laughed softly. 

"You're silly, Katsu." 

"We're all a bit silly, aren't we?" He ruffled my hair. "Especially this one." 

Reigen's head shot up. "Who are you calling silly?" 

"You were sleeping! You fell asleep on Katsu!" I exclaimed, falling into a fit of giggles.

"Shut up, I did not!" Reigen blushed furiously. 

Serizawa picked Reigen up, lifting him up from under his arms, and holding him close to his chest. "Agh!" Reigen yelled out, as I burst into another fit of giggles. 

"Come on, babygirl, help me out here," Serizawa grabbed Reigen's legs and wrapped them around his hips, as Reigen continued to jokingly protest. 

"Ew, stop!" Reigen exclaimed, "what are you doing?"

"Giving my babygirl the love and affection he deserves!" 

Reigen sighed dramatically, before wrapping his arms around Serizawa's neck and resting his head on his shoulder. Serizawa swayed gently, patting Reigen's back idly. 

"Serizawa…? Are you happy?" I asked, tugging at his swim shirt. 

"What? Of course I'm happy. Why do you ask, pumpkin?" 

It looked like Reigen was asleep again. "Well… This… Is this what you wanted? Are you really okay being with Reigen and I, like, as a caregiver? It can't be what you wanted." 

"Well," he paused, taking care in choosing his words, as he continued patting Reigen's back idly, "I can't say I could have predicted it. I didn't know age regression was a thing until you guys. But I didn't know lots of things before you guys. I didn't know about gender nonconformity, I didn't know about neopronouns, I didn't know how to cook! I didn't know what it felt like to be in love, either. All these are great things. It can be… a lot sometimes. Especially with this one," he gestured at Reigen, "but I like the challenge. And I know it brings you joy. And it brings me a lot of joy too. Anything we do together, whether it's this, or anything else, brings me joy." 

I gave him a big hug, as good as I could with Reigen. 

"I love you, Seri!"

"Aww, I love you too, pumpkin. Now, how about some lunch?" 

We went back onto the shore, and set up a picnic blanket. Sand got everywhere, but everything still tasted very delicious. Serizawa had made home made sandwiches. After that, we made sandcastles for a bit, and Reigen made his own princess kingdom and Serizawa and I acted as his royal subjects. As the sun began to set, Serizawa bought us ice cream from an ice cream van, which just made Reigen run around even crazier… 

Once Reigen had calmed down a bit, we packed the car back up, with Reigen's help this time. Serizawa put Reigen into the back seat, buckling him in. 

"I want to be in the front!" he whined. 

"I'm sorry, my little princess, Ren needs to be in the front, they get carsick," he said, before giving Reigen a kiss on the forehead. 

Reigen pouted, but accepted his red panda plushie and blankie just the same. 

Serizawa took my hand, and led me to the front of the car, buckling me in, and giving a kiss on the forehead. I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks, and he smiled, handing me my penguin plush and blankie. 

Serizawa got in the driver's seat. "Okay, feel free to fall asleep on the way home, I can carry you to bed." 

"I'm not falling asleep!" Reigen exclaimed, kicking his feet. 

"Me neither!"

Within 5 minutes, we were both asleep. 

Serizawa parked the car, contemplating the situation for a moment. He could feel his chest fill with warmth, but he also felt slightly uneasy at how he was going to get two sleeping people inside. Eventually, by some miracle, he managed to pick us both up. On the walk into our home, we stirred awake, and Serizawa helped us step by step get ready for bed. 

When we finally got into bed together, Reigen sat up straight. "I'm not tired!" he whined.

Serizawa blinked in disbelief. "Really? You were asleep just a few minutes ago."

Reigen shook his head, and I rolled my eyes. 

"Alright, would a bedtime story help?"

Reigen and I nodded. 

He got up out of bed, and pulled a book off the bookshelf. He settled into bed again, wrapping his arms around us both. I rested my head on his chest. I grabbed Reigen's hand, and held it, across Serizawa. 

"Alright… are you ready?" 

Reigen let out a big yawn, and I nodded against Serizawa's chest. 

"Okay. This one is called, Snuggle up, sleepy ones…"

[caraphernellie]

random thing about jackson!ellie drawing u on ur knees bc she thinks u look so pretty like that. EIGHTEEN PLUS INTERACTIONS ONLY.

you'd have to pry that tattered journal from ellie's cold, dead hands. she doesn't let go of it, and after taking up drawing as a hobby, she's been practising with the randomest sketches constantly. you thought you could distract her with something hard to ignore– like the sight she sighs and coos at – you on your knees before her. it went well at first until– "wait, wait, let me get my journal." sighing errantly, you pause, looking up, eyes tracking ellie's movement as she reaches for the book and a pen. she gives you an awkward, apologetic grin, hands fumbling to open a new page. "jus' look pretty down there, i want to capture it." as charming as an artist's perspective on life may be – and as much as you want to swoon over ellie's constant need to bring her love for you to life through her art – having to sit there and wait patiently whilst she scribbles features she's already developed muscle memory for is not so fun. your eyes flit down to the fly of her jeans once, twice, three times, and she doesn't even notice. 

huffing, you lean your head against her thigh, eyes pleading for her to hurry. "els… please, i'm trying to–"

ellie pauses when she finally tears her green gaze away from the sketch she was shading, and she feels as though the wind is knocked out of her. fuck the old drawing, this needs to be memorialised even more. ellie ruffles your hair gently before beginning a new drawing right next to the previous one, taking extra care to capture that needy look in your eyes and the way your cheek is smushed against her thigh. "god, stop being so pretty," she mumbles lowly, feeling arousal begin to pool in her underwear. she's had you waiting so (im)patiently for so long.

the final drawing in the spread is her favourite, the one she can take the most time on. it's not perfect, some lines a little sloppy and messy, but you, the muse, were far messier in comparison. it's perfect to ellie's eyes, and she's just miserable that she can't show anyone how proud she is of her sketch of you with your face buried into her cunt, auburn bush tickling your cheeks, and glossy eyes peering up at her. 

ellie's masterlist ✧

ellie photomode creds to @/stcreeka on pinterest :)

do not repost, plagiarise, or translate my work !!

[pillowmoney]

Firsthand

"I'm here," Aziraphale calls as if answering to his name on a register, voice high and cracking.

Crowley pockets his shades, slips out of his boots and pads up the staircase. There's a candle on each step, the electric ones with a flicker effect. He smirks. It's precisely as – what was Aziraphale's word? - appropriate as the thirteen red roses he's holding.

Aziraphale perches on the edge of the bed, hands clasped in his lap like he's waiting for a bus, but pinker in the face than Crowley has ever seen him. Even after he'd grossly misjudged the spice scale at that Korean barbeque place.

"Baker's dozen." Crowley brandishes the bunch, keeping one.

"Thank you. And the spare- oh..."

He decapitates it, crumpling the head across the pillows and bedspread, then leans forward to trap one of Aziraphale's knees between his own. It's shaking.

"You alright there? I haven't- ?" Crowley desperately reassesses, second-guessing-

"Ah! No, I don't... uh, I think- I think I'm fine. I'm just- I know I…" the babbling trails off as Crowley crouches, taking Aziraphale's hands and cradling his face in them. Aziraphale's normally parchment‑dried palms are slick with sweat.

"Do you love me?"

"More than the world," utters Aziraphale, so fervently Crowley comes over a little dizzy.

"Do you want me?" he asks, an octave lower, allowing himself to be drunk in, considered, savoured – slender frame draped in flattering black, topped by a somehow stylishly windswept ginger bird's nest.

"I… " Aziraphale's mouth hangs agape for several agonising seconds. In a near‑whisper, chin still quivering. "Yes."

Aziraphale pulls Crowley to him lips first, a peck to a melt. Crowley pushes into the momentum until they are flat on the petals, unpopping the infernally fiddly buttons on Aziraphale's waistcoat. He grapples with the shirt beneath until his bare hands are on Aziraphale's chest, grabbing, caressing – finally, finally – but Aziraphale suddenly snatches his wrist and pinches it tight, like a nurse determined to take his pulse.

"Um…" Crowley asks, as gently as he is presently able, "When you said you wanted me, did you, er… do you understand what that entails?"

"Yes!" Aziraphale flusters. Then slower, "And no. Not… firsthand, as it were."

"Ah. Sorry, I kinda thought you might have... you know. Once or twice. In six thousand years."

"But the whole thing, it's just so… "

"So…?"

"…base." Aziraphale almost spits the word, as if Crowley isn't currently slinking on top of him like a skintight, demon-weighted blanket. As if his own breath isn't catching in time with each undulation.

"That's kind of the- anyway. You are a physical… erm. I mean, you do have… " Crowley coughs and waves vaguely crotchwards.

"Well…"

"Come on, I know you do."

Aziraphale gasps, scandalised. "Crowley, you didn't-"

"Looked but didn't touch," he swiftly clarifies. "Really. Wasn't time, we had quite a bit on that day. You?"

Aziraphale presses his lips together, face evasive.

"Ahhh, you had a peep." Crowley tweaks a blowtorch-hot cheek.

"Hmm." He turns mock suspicion into a neck nuzzle, the Smell making his vision swim. "Hmmmmm. No hard feelings, no harm done. But you've never… been with anybody?"

Aziraphale cringes and just ruffles his curls.

"What about– ?" Crowley scrunches his fingers into a loose, jerking fist.

"No! So… undignified. And I had it drilled into me," Aziraphale ignores Crowley's suggestively raised eyebrows, "that that sort of behaviour would be 'noted and not tolerated'. And I didn't want… I don't know." He sighs. "You have, I assume?"

Crowley can't help but snort. "Of course." An unfathomable number of times goes without saying.

"What- what's it like? The… feeling?"

Crowley props up on his elbows, frowning as he pictures the usual metaphors – fireworks, dams bursting, rockets blasting off into the stratosphere. And then the reality: the fevered, shuddering release; the rapturous clarity in that primal, spasmic dance; the exquisite collision of flesh and intent.

"It's… intense. But wonderful. Like a bone-deep itch being scratched exactly right, and the sheer satisfaction whisking you away with it in waves - both your mind and body."

"Oh." Aziraphale prickles and purples with heat.

Crowley smiles, almost kindly. "Have you never wondered why humans – or all mammals - are so driven by it?"

"Yes, but… there are a lot of drives, aren't there?"

"Honestly, it's probably the closest thing to actual magic. Just… mind-blowing. Cosmic."

Aziraphale trembles - nearly imperceptible, but fretful.

"Angel."

"Mm?" His eyes are wide; painfully, nakedly apprehensive.

Crowley stares back, reflecting. Always so much damn purity pouring out; equal parts endearing and irritating. Pity, with its sting of unsolicited forgiveness. Infuriatingly blind faith. Begrudging trust turned slavish gratitude.

But he's seen hunger – ohh – and all the times appreciation tipped into indulgence. Flashes of unguarded attraction, darted away onto walls and wineglasses. Gazes layered so deeply, so undeniably far beyond "affection" or "fondness".

"Please let me share with you this incredible and acutely pleasurable sensation." His fingers drift to tickle Aziraphale's soft inner thighs, where the tips would tingle most. "It's okay. I won't bite."

Aziraphale makes a strangely breathy swallowing noise; part laugh, part gasp, part gulp.

Crowley digs his nails in, pin-sharp through thin fabric. "Not until you beg me."

Something sparks - a distinct ignition, the pilot light of desire. Unmistakable even to a being who'd never been a professional Tempter of Souls; the way the eyes are appealingly slit but steady, challenging and surrendering simultaneously.

Crowley returns to Aziraphale's throat, the closest and most potent source of the Smell. His lips are instantly drawn by a thundering artery – from here the blood feels flushed, almost frothing. He follows the flow where vessels disappear deep into the brain; inflaming relays, surging through circuitry.

He thumbs the velvety pad of an earlobe, inhaling lungfuls of hair. The Smell here is rich under the sickly shampoo mask, making Crowley pang with nostalgia for that pre‑soap era. He drags his nose across Aziraphale's scalp, wishing he could more readily just unhinge his jaw and lick his entire head.

Crowley smooths and nips now-willing skin, acting on more than impulse, discerning from the minute tautening and slackening of muscles how to twist, grip or scratch out each squeak. He makes it a game of tension and relief, a sensuous tissue massage lightly sprinkled with spite.

What was born as a moan becomes a word. "Why…"

Crowley won't stop for a second. "Why what?"

"Why does it feel so good?"

He doesn't know how to answer, who or what to thank.

Crowley badly wants to sink his tongue everywhere, but Aziraphale keeps kissing him - fiercely, frantically - so he does his best with his hands. They're both still basically two‑thirds dressed, but getting there.

At a definite pressure against his hip - "Don't worry, that's supposed to happen." "Shut up." – inwardly cursing fucking belts, Crowley manages to get it unbuckled. At last he has Aziraphale in his sensitive yet insistent grasp, eliciting a sound likely only audible to passing bats.

He unzips himself to hold both of them, teasing together until their rhythmic breathing reaches the same pitch, Crowley periodically lapsing into long, low fuuuuuuucks. Aziraphale tries to keep quiet but can't, at one point letting out a groan so purely, unashamedly carnal Crowley almost spontaneously combusts with pride.

"Ah- Ahh- mmmmngg…"

Crowley's eyes snap open to a brief sight - Aziraphale gone, so completely taken by the transcendent, bestial miracle of it - before being subsumed too, spirals of euphoria overpowering his own spine, limbs, mind. Teeth.

It's impossible to resist; that urge, that instinct, that reflex, to bite in those throes. He sucks in a small mouthful of Aziraphale's left shoulder and clamps down, hopefully not too hard, or at least blunted by the blissful, numbing rush.

They lay in a squashed embrace for some considerable while until their breathing evens. Crowley can't extricate his face from Aziraphale's collarbone.

Suddenly, from above -

"Hey…"

- in a drawl Crowley has never heard before. His eyelids heavy, still a little giddy, he raises to match Aziraphale's gaze.

"You bit me." All doe-eyes, his tone the best possible cross of accusing and alluring.  

"So I did." The indents aren't very deep, but future bruises are already springing up in a tiny fairy circle. Crowley traces around with an approving finger.

"I didn't beg you." It's delicious, this knowing innocence - softened with promise, spiced by enticement.

Before Crowley can counter with a tart "you can thank me, if you like", Aziraphale nearly sings in. "Not to worry."

In that tantalising Voice, "I'll remember next time."

[the-case-book-of-fanfiction]

Your Favorite's Here {pt. 2}

Ship: Eddie x fem!Henderson!reader

Summary: Dustin realizes he has made a grave mistake in not telling Eddie about his older sister. Meanwhile, Eddie becomes painfully smitten with a girl he's met once.

Word Count: 1801 (oops, shorter than intended)

Warnings: sibling content, mutual pining, fluff

Notes: For clarity, this takes place in an AU Stranger Things timeline after S4, where Eddie survives and graduates and we are ignoring the finale.

{part 1} // {part 2} // {part 3} // {part 4} // {part 5}*

*coming soon!

☟ Continue below the fold ☟

This was, perhaps, the longest shift of your life. Ever since Eddie and his bandmates had left, you had been looking at the clock, watching the hands move impossibly slowly. It wasn't that you were desperate to be out of work, not like normal. It was because you knew the instant you got home, you were going to corner Dustin.

How could he have not told you that he actually knew the band with the ridiculously attractive lead singer he insisted you go see all the time?

You met a lot of people working at a restaurant. Hell, you had met a lot of guys at Everett's—conventionally attractive, reasonably behaved men who were more than happy to flirt with you and make eyes at you over their drinks. There were even one or two you'd considered cute enough to go out with, not that you ever actually would. But holy shit. You have never seen a man as attractive as Eddie Munson.

Sitting there in his leather jacket and an Iron Maiden shirt, he'd looked terribly out of place in the dim, romantic lighting and steel grey interior of Everett's. You'd caught sight of him the instant he walked in because his bandmates were ridiculously loud in the normally quiet restaurant, and you'd known immediately he felt uncomfortable. His cheeks had been a few shades too dark and he wore an awkward smile that screamed how much he knew he was detested by the restaurant's regular patrons. He was seemingly trying to hide his face behind his hair.

At first you'd expected the night to be...eventful after they walked in. Surely they would be rowdy, just to piss off the regulars, and they'd probably refuse to pay Everett's high prices. But any time they got too loud, Eddie was whispering at them to shut up.

You hadn't recognized them at first. They had gotten rid of the heavy makeup that obscured them when they were playing, and their clothes were a little more muted than when they were up on stage and in the floodlights. It wasn't until they mentioned it had been a big night for their band that it had clicked for you.

"Y/N! Y/N!"

You stopped fixing your uniform in the bathroom mirror. "Yeah, Dustin, I hear you, stop shouting!"

Dustin burst in through the door. "Y/N, we have to go, Corroded—" He caught sight of your uniform. "You're working tonight?"

"Yeah, it's a Friday. Why?"

Dustin pulled a face. "Because Corroded Coffin finally sold out an auditorium and we absolutely have to go see them, this could be the start of their whole career! And they've got new music they're playing tonight!"

And oh, that was tempting. As much as you pretended to be just a regular fan for Dustin, you loved the band with all your heart—almost as much as you loved Queen. Corroded Coffin made wonderful, beautifully written music.

But you had college debts to worry about. You had your rent to worry about. You had general living to worry about.

You sighed. "Maybe next time, Dustin. I've got to go to work."

He looked heartbroken. "Can you call out?"

You shook your head. "I can't this time. Maybe next time, but I've got to pay off some of my loan next week. I can't afford to fall out of the grace period." You twisted your ring uncomfortably. "Hey, invite Steve to go with you this time!"

"He doesn't like metal or rock music," Dustin complained.

"Maybe you can convince him he's wrong. Which he is." Dustin giggled. You ruffled his hair. "Next time. And I promise to take you to buy their album when it comes out."

Well, maybe you had missed seeing them play today. But they were sitting at a booth in your restaurant, and it was one of your tables.

"Deep breath, girl," you told yourself as you mixed the band's drinks. "It's fine, it's totally fine, you are just...meeting some of your idols. Who are your age. And are really cute. And the really, really pretty one is very shy and keeps looking at you and—"

"You talking to yourself over there, Henderson?" asked your favorite coworker.

You blushed. "Er, yeah, sorry. Just...thinking."

She raised her eyebrows. "They givin' you trouble, honey?"

"No, no, not at all. I just know them from outside of work." You were about to say they were your favorite band, but decided against it. You were already a bit of an oddball at work with all your rings and the fact that you talked to yourself. No need to make yourself even more conspicuous.

You finished with their drinks and brought them over, trying not to shake as you set them down and took their appetizer orders. You gazed at the lead singer—the beautiful Eddie Munson—the whole time, finding an intensity in his stare that matched the burning in your chest.

Shit. Dustin Henderson, you are in so much trouble for not setting me up with this man.

~❊~

By the time you got home, Dustin should have been asleep. But he was not. His bedroom light was still on, visible through his curtains.

You waited a few minutes to get changed out of your uniform and take off your jewelry. You washed your face and went through your usual nighttime routine, then poked your head down the hallway leading to Dustin's bedroom.

His light was still on, seeping out underneath his door in a golden puddle.

Well, that was that.

You pressed your ear to the door and heard Suzie's familiar voice. You knocked on the door. "Dustin, you got a moment?"

Dustin made a garbled sound. "Um...five minutes!"

You leaned against the wall in silence, hearing him trying to wrap up his conversation with Suzie. Even though it took longer than five minutes, you didn't rush him. They were adorable.

Dustin opened the door. "How was work?"

"Y'know, pretty good actually."

He raised his brows judgmentally. "Even though you had to miss a Corroded Coffin concert?"

You cleared your throat. "Yeah...about that. When were you going to tell me you know Eddie freaking Munson of Corroded Coffin personally?"

Dustin gulped. "Uh...what?"

You pushed him toward his chair and flopped onto his bed. "They visited Everett's, Dustin! They came to Everett's! They came to Everett's."

Dustin's eyes popped out of his head. "Corroded Coffin went to Everett's? Why would they go to a rich person's restaurant, they're dirt poor!"

"Dustin!" you chided, throwing his pillow at him. "Be nicer to your friends." Dustin blushed. "C'mon, Dustin, you could've told me that we were going to see your friends play. I still would have gone."

"You would?"

"Of course I would have gone! Eddie's totally my type, and if you like his music, hell yeah we're going to see him and his friends play!" Dustin shouted his victory. You shushed him. "Shh, shh, shh! Mom's asleep!"

"I knew you totally had a crush on Eddie!" he whisper-hissed. "I knew it!"

You rolled your eyes. "You are totally giving me a formal introduction."

Dustin groaned. "No. No. No. Absolutely not."

"Why not?"

"Because you two will get along like a house on fire, and then I have to deal with it!"

"Dustin! Getting along with Eddie is the entire reason why you should introduce me. He'd be like...your older brother!"

"Ew! Ew, ew, ew, stop that!" Dustin shoved you out of his room, his cries of disgust punctuated by his and your laughter. He shut the door on your face. "Not another word about Eddie!"

You grinned to yourself, heading to your room. You'd given him your shifts. You could only hope he was as into you as you were into him.

And judging by the fact he walked into a table just to hold your gaze... Maybe it was like something out of a novel, but that had to mean something, right?

~❊~

Dustin had about five seconds of peace on Saturday, when the group met for another Hellfire session outside of school at Eddie's trailer. Now that Eddie, Jeffe, and Gareth had graduated, the DnD sessions had moved to the weekends to keep the campaign going. And then Eddie was skidding to a stop in front of him, holding his palms up and keeping Dustin stopped in front of him.

"Why didn't you ever tell me your sister is a fucking fan of my music?!"

Dustin groaned. "Oh, not both of you!"

Eddie perked up immediately. "She asked about me?"

He sighed. "She's pissed at me for not telling her about you."

"And I'm pissed at you for not telling me about her!" Eddie said with a snort.

Dustin huffed, sitting down in his chair at the table.

"She's perfect," Eddie said, flopping into his seat with a dreamy look in his eye. "She's...she's gorgeous, Dustin, absolutely gorgeous!"

"C'mon, man, that's my sister!"

Gareth snorted. "Yeah—that's his sister. Like you kept saying Friday night when we tried to get you to ask her out!"

"Guys!" Dustin complained.

Jeff rolled his eyes. "You should have seen him. He was tongue-tied."

"All red and blushy," Gareth teased.

Eddie rolled his eyes. "Oh, shut up."

"You'd think he'd never talked to a girl before—" Gareth stopped, a teasing smirk growing on his face. "—when we all know he and Chrissy—"

Eddie hid his face in his hands, groaning.

Gareth laughed hysterically. "See! See, there's the Eddie we all saw on Friday."

Dustin pulled a face. "He was like that, and my sister still thinks he's hot?"

Eddie's head snapped up. "She thinks I'm hot?"

Dustin sighed. "I shouldn't have said anything. I should not have said anything."

Eddie folded his arms across his chest and leaned back in his chair. "She thinks I'm hot," he repeated, his voice dreamy and far away.

Gareth nudged Dustin. "You're screwed, man. He's already head over heels."

"She gave me her shift schedule," Eddie murmured softly, playing with his hair.

"She did what now?!" Gareth was nearly shrieking. "And you didn't tell me?"

"You were drunk and pestering me, no, I didn't tell you!" Eddie complained.

Dustin sighed. "Are you going to go visit her?"

Eddie took note of the tone of his voice: dejected, almost disappointed. He pulled himself back to reality, his smile falling. "Look, man, if you don't want me to, I won't. But I really, really want to."

Dustin bit his lip. "It's not that I don't want to, it's..." He sighed. "If anything goes wrong, I have to live with both of you. So don't be awkward if it goes wrong."

"Who says it's going to go wrong?" said Gareth, watching Eddie lean back once again, putting his arms behind his head. "She's got Eddie wrapped around her finger."

"That's what scares me."

☞ ❊ ☜

Stranger Things // Eddie Munson // Part 2 of 'Your Favorite's Here'

[chuuyrr]

I just have this angst idea. Baby scarlet comes to Megumi and says “You’re not my big brother anymore! Yuuji is my brother now! You suck! I never wanna see you again!” (Let’s say Megumi upset her in some way). And starts hanging out with Yuuji more. Megumi is hurt and jealous asf, and it takes Gojo and Yuuji to convince to take Megumi back as her brother.

I hope you’re doing well! Please be safe!!

scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader hates older brother! megumi

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

warning(s): possible anime/manga spoilers for jjk, mentions of disrespect, jealousy and light angst with promised fluff at the end

naurrr this request with jealous megumi 😭 thank you so much for requesting, i've never written a jealous and hurt megumi before. hopefully i did your request justice, enjoy anon and thank you once again. stay safe as well <3

you love megumi as much as you love gojo satoru. you always looked forward to seeing your older brother, and that was until he made you upset.

"you're not my big brother anymore! yuuji-nii is my only brother now! you suck! i don't want to see you again!" you cried out of frustration when megumi argued that you can't enter and stay with him in his dorm, but really though, he was just exhausted from recent missions. he wanted some alone time to rest. being a child, you didn't understand that, especially when he raised his voice at you.

with that, you angrily bolted across the corridors and left a stunned megumi behind. you ran towards the entrance of the campus to see gojo talking to yuuji and nobara.

"hello, kikufuku! i thought you were with megumi?" gojo peered over you to see you running towards him and his students.

"he's in his room." you told gojo nonchalantly before clinging onto yuuji's pant leg and had him ruffle your affectionately, which you enjoyed.

"hi yuuji-nii! hi nobara-nee!" you greeted the salmon pink haired boy and ginger haired girl with a beaming smile.

nobara reached for your cheek and gave it a light pinch, "hello to you too, [name]-chan."

"huh, that's weird.." gojo knew how you'd always stay behind a bit longer whenever he brought you to school to see your brother.

he thought nothing of it at first, but that was until the next few days came by. as usual, gojo brought you to jujutsu high with him, and instead of running up to megumi to tackle him in a hug, you literally ran towards itadori first.

what the fuck? megumi thought to himself as he took a double-look.

he literally had his arms open wide for you and you went for yuuji? even gojo and nobara were surprised when you bolted towards yuuji instead of your own brother the moment gojo placed you down.

"heh, did you miss me that much more than fushiguro over here?" yuuji was quite oblivious with the situation at hand, though, as he returned your hug with a much bigger embrace.

the smile on your face stretched wider as you rubbed your cheek against the boy's stomach, wrapping your tiny arms around his waist. "mhm! i missed my yuuji-nii!"

talk about shade, dear [name].

megumi could see and hear how you emphasized it more in calling his friend your brother. your brother spoke nothing of it first and simply watched you ignore his presence like nothing or return it with a cold gaze, and then it became a routine, a normal thing for you to brush megumi off and went on your day with gojo, nobara and most especially yuuji, completely carving him out from the picture.

so, you really did mean the words your uttered days ago. it stung him him, and it made him envy yuuji even more. megumi couldn't stand the happy look on your face whenever you hung out with his friend. that should be him making his younger sibling smile and laugh. yuuji wasn't even your real brother in the first place. this was preposterous, but that was the thing. he couldn't do a thing about it. you refused to speak him, or even bat an eye on him.

"gojo-sensei?"

megumi couldn't believe himself either, but what choice did he have? if it's someone he knows that can help, it was gojo satoru. the man that stopped him from getting sold to the zenin clan, and most importantly, your adoptive father. 

"megumi-kun." the limitless sorcerer gave him a small salute and a smile, only for it to subside when he spotted the troubled look on the older fushiguro's face. "huh, what's with the face?"

"it's about [name].." gojo watched megumi shift in place. megumi's dark eyes were unable to meet his.

gojo sighed deeply, "[name]'s been avoiding you, isn't she?" he furrowed his brows, straightening his posture from his spot on the couch inside the faculty room.

"how did you know?" megumi asked, dumbfounded. a bit too dumbfounded.

"i might wear a blindfold every single day, but i'm not blind." gojo deadpanned, "plus, [name] keeps on hanging out with yuuji more for the past few days instead of you."

megumi swallowed thickly, shamefully scratching the nape of his neck. "it's.. it's my fault. i pushed her away the other day and we sort of.. argued."

"talk about sibling quarrels." gojo managed a chucke as he shook his head.

"it's not funny!" megumi scoffed at him, now folding his arms across his chest. "how about you try getting ignored by [name]?"

"calm down, i'll take care of it! okay? i'll get yuuji, and we'll talk [name] through it." gojo got up from the sofa, sauntering towards the young teen to ruffle his black spiky hair. "i can't stand seeing my other kid all bummed out!"

"shut up! just help me and [name] make up." megumi swatted away gojo's hand before his gaze faltered into a frown. he uttered the last part quietly. "please."

"you know i could never say no to a student’s request." gojo smiled at megumi.

"[name]?"

"hmm?"

you looked up to your yuuji-nii, humming in a questioning tune when you were called. you were currently inside his dorm, sitting on his bed. usually, you'd hang out with megumi, but you were still upset at him, even if days had already passed.

"i've heard from gojo-sensei that you've been avoiding fushiguro." yuuji began, causing you to freeze up in place. "i've also noticed that you've been hanging out with me more than him."

you pursed your lips into a thin line, blink for a couple of seconds before looking away from yuuji. "i just like being around you more."

"[name].." yuuji gave a you look, brows slightly furrowing.

a frown faltered on your face, "i'm mad at him. he doesn't want me around, so i don't want him around anymore either."

"eh? what made you say that?" yuuji held an astonished look across his face. "how can fushiguro not want to be around you? you're like his favorite sibling!"

"then, why would he raise me voice at me and tell me to leave him alone?" a pout also made its way to your face. "he's not my brother anymore. i only want you as my brother now."

"[name], that isn't a nice thing to say to your brother." yuuji might not be the brightest person all the time, but he knew how to be serious and stern at times like this. even so, he spoke to you in a calm and soft voice as he sat down right next to you, pulling you to his lap. "it's fine that you call me your brother. i appreciate it, but you shouldn't hate fushiguro. you have to understand that sometimes, people tend to say things that they don't exactly mean."

"but, why would they do that though?" you asked, looking up to yuuji as he ran his fingers through your hair.

"well, sometimes emotions and exhaustion get the best of us, and it makes us say things we don't really mean. is it okay? it isn't, but that doesn't give us the right to not he considerate of other people." yuuji explained briefly.

"i see." you slowly nodded your head.

yuuji looked at you with a hopeful gaze. "please, talk to fushiguro. he's been dying to talk to you ever since you started ignoring him."

after listening to your yuuji-nii's words of wisdom, you exited his dorm and sauntered your way towards megumi's room, which was literally right next to his. after taking a deep breath, you reached your hand out and knocked on the door. it took about a minute or two for megumi to open the door, and when he did, he was in awe of seeing you standing there with your eyes fixed on your feet and hands behind your back.

"hi.. can we talk?" you muttered quietly.

megumi stepped aside to let you in and the way he responded sound more of a question. "sure?"

as soon as megumi closed the door, he felt a pair of tiny arms wrapped themselves around his waist. you pressed your cheek against his abdomen with his dark eyes widened from surprise.

"i'm sorry gumi-nii. i really am!"

it's been awhile since megumi heard you address him as such. it had always been such a memorable nickname, as it reminded him of the very first time he found out about you and met you in person. moreover, megumi missed your embrace. all of his jealousy towards itadori disappeared in a snap.

"please be my brother again."

megumi picked you up and coddled you in his embrace, burying his face in the nape of your neck as he held you close, which you returned. a small chuckle rumbled from his chest to his throat.

"i will always be your brother, [name]. you don't need to ask me that. i should be apologizing to you as well. i didn't mean to say all of those mean things to you either."

suddenly, you were thrown over his bed, and the next thing you knew, megumi was hovering over you and tickling you, instantly prompting you to burst into fits of laughter and giggles.

"gumi-nii! stoooop!" you managed to sputter out in between your sweet, sweet laughter.

"but this is my revenge for making me jealous!" a smile broke through megumi's face as he proceeded to tickle you.

megumi tickled you for a few minutes until eventually he stopped to embrace you again, burying his face in your neck, a giggle caught in between your breaths as his black spiky hair tickled your face and neck. 

"[name]?" you heard megumi's muffled voice.

you asked, smiling. "yeah?"

"i love you, you know that right?" megumi pulled away to nuzzle his nose with yours, causing you to giggle once more.

"mhm! but i love you more, gumi-nii!"

little did you know, gojo and yuuji were peeking from the door when they opened a crack, silently applauding at the mended sibling relationship between you and megumi, as well as cooing at megumi's spot for his baby sibling.

who knew someone like him could have a soft and affectionate side?

[lxkeeeee]

One Kiss

xiao x male!adeptus reader

↬mlm, mildly spicy scene, fetishisizers dni!

↬xiao notices some humans kissing and got curious.

↬hundreds of years of oblivious mutual pining, internalized homophobia but he soon understand so don't worry lol (xiao), long time best friends to lovers trope, swearing, short drabble, and ooc xiao.

Xiao doesn't understand humans, he never do—that's why majority of the time he tends to avoid them not just to save them from his karma, but humans in general are very confusing—especially their practices and culture, he's a complete boomer, be gentle with him.

You might be thinking that he's alone most of the time but I assure you that he absolutely isn't—why would he? He has his long time adeptus bestfriend ever since the archon war, and is named [y/n]?

The first time they met was very anticlimactic, xiao was never really sociable ever since then and even right now. The [h/c] haired adeptus made it his personal mission to befriend the certain Yaksha.

It started off as a simple game of cat and mouse, with him hiding from the [h/c] haired adeptus. It was annoying to him.

But things escalated, he started to slowly enjoyed their banter.

Those feelings soon evolved into something warmer.

He hated it, the butterflies in his stomach or the way his cheeks heat up when the certain adeptus enters the same room as him.

He swore that the adeptus carries some sort of disease, he just don't know what kind of disease and so he went to his archon for some sort of advice.

He told Morax about it and the archon just chuckled before ruffling his hair and told him "to not worry about it and you'll soon realize."

Like sir, it's been decades. what soon are we talking about?

Xiao just sighs and just silently agreed whatever his archon suggested and decided to actually accept the [h/c] haired adeptus' presence.

Even until today, he still has no idea what Morax meant. Thankfully, he and [y/n] managed to get along well—if he tries to ignore the fuzzy feeling enveloping his chest.

Everyone—Yanfei, Morax, Madam Ping, Cloud Retain, Mountain Shaper, Moon Carver, Ganyu and etc. can see the way he looks at the [h/c] haired adeptus, they didn't tell him though—they had a bet going on.

He sighed as his eyes stared at the two young boys, their hair colors just a different shade of blue—light and dark blue.

He's currently at the Wangshu Inn, at the highest floor—golden eyes scanning the people going in and out of the inn.

His eyes widened when he saw the dark blue haired teen gave the other light blue haired teen a quick peck on the lips—a teasing smile etching to their face afterwards.

Xiao watched the two walked out of the inn, small complains from the light blue haired male and chuckled from the darker blue haired male can be faintly heard.

Xiao sat on the balcony railings, confusion written on his face.

'aren't those types of kisses only for couples?' he asked himself, finding it odd and slightly weird to see someone kiss the same gender.

This is a first time for xiao to see, so he is extremely confused.

His golden eyes linger on the spot where the teens once stood..

His mind can't stop thinking about the intimate actions from the two teens.

'what if I kissed [y/n] like that?' he unconsciously thought.

His face immediately burst into a flaming shade of red, an image of him and a certain adeptus kissing—now constantly replaying on his mind.

Xiao shook his head, immediately feeling the cold Liyue air—cooling down his flaming cheeks. He huffs in annoyance.

"How foolish, thinking of those thoughts about [y/n]" he huffs in annoyance, not noticing a certain adeptus walking into the balcony the same as he, with confusion in his face and two plates of almond tofu on his hands.

"What thoughts?" A familiar voice asked out of blue.

Xiao never whipped his head so fast, he swore he almost fell off the balcony.

Xiao's amber like eyes filled with panic meeting [e/c] one's filled with extreme confusion.

Xiao huffs in annoyance and [y/n] can only raise his eyebrow in slightly offended way.

Like damn, what did he do—

"It's nothing." Xiao says as he took the plate or almond tofu [y/n] handed to him.

"Okay...." [Y/n] says, suspicious of what the actual fuck is wrong with Xiao, [y/n] took the spare seat near the balcony, xiao still in the railings like the menace he is.

[Y/n] watched the Yaksha a curious gaze, trying to decipher what has gotten the mood down of the so called vigilant yaksha, and also to admire that yaksha's pretty face of course.

Meanwhile xiao, had an internal debate. The image of him and the adeptus sitting near him—kissing.

It's sending him to a spiraling mess. Chest feels warm and fuzzy and there's a huge urge to just kiss the adeptus right now.

But it feels wrong to think about [y/n] that way, so he just tried to shake away the thoughts.

Eventually forgetting to eat the almond tofu.

[Y/n] just stared at the Yaksha in confusion. Like, why isn't he eating yet? [Y/n] swore that xiao can inhale that shit in seconds if it's just them.

[Y/n] cleared his throat, "Xiao? Is there something wrong?" He softly asks, making xiao snapped out of his spiraling thoughts.

Xiao sighed, avoiding the [h/c] adeptus' gaze.

"It's nothing to worry about." He says and [y/n] isn't buying it.

"Xiao?" [Y/n] calls out again, too tired to deal with Xiao's shit. "What's wrong, really?"

Xiao sighed, still avoiding the other male's gaze.

"It's nothing." Xiao replied, still forgetting to eat the tofu.

"Xiao."

"......" Xiao didn't reply, yet already starting to feel slightly annoyed with [y/n].

"Xia—" [y/n] attempted to say before getting cut off by the Yaksha, "is it weird..." Xiao paused.

"Of what?"

Xiao turned to look at the other male who had a confused look his face.

[Y/n] looks so handsome against the midnight sky.

"If two boys kissed?" He paused, uncertainty in his voice. "Like on the lips like lovers?" He nervously asked, already preparing to burn this weird fantasies of him kissing the [h/c] haired adeptus to the depths of hell.

[Y/n] hummed in thought, every second feels like an hour to xiao and is putting him into a sense of dread.

"Of course not." [Y/n] answered truthfully, a glint in his eyes. Xiao can't help but stare at their orbs.

"Times have changed, Liyue has changed. Everyone can love any gender they want. It's still love." [Y/n] softly says, the way his eyes looked at Xiao with adoration.

But unfortunately xiao is still oblivious and is busy fantasizing him kissing the [h/c] male.

Xiao hummed in thought, he felt nervous.

He doesn't know why but, he decided to continue on what he's planning on saying.

Xiao looked at [y/n] with a nervous look in his face, [y/n] thinks that it's the first time seeing that emotion on the vigilant Yaksha's face.

"Then it isn't weird that I want to kiss you...?" He asked, voice slowly becoming smaller at the end.

Silence.

[Y/n]'s mind went blank, his chest erupted into a fuzzy and fluttery feeling, his cheeks slowly starting to warm up.

Xiao can only look away in embarrassment, "forget I said anything." He can feel his tiny little heart slowly break.

"It... It isn't weird xiao..." [Y/n] softly says.

Xiao's ears flutter up when he heard [y/n] say that, he slowly turned around to look at the [H/c] male, who's face held such strong adoration for him.

"Why would it be weird if I too also want to kiss you?" [Y/n] shyly says, Xiao finally noticing the red hue on the [h/c] adeptus' ears.

Xiao felt his face burn and turn red, both males just looking away from each other as steam comes out of their red and burning faces.

Xiao huffs before hopping off the railings, having second thoughts of what he's about to do.

[Y/n] looked at Yaksha curiously. [Y/n]'s face burned even more when Xiao slowly sat on his lap—facing him.

Xiao took a deep breath to calm his erratic heart.

"Then would you mind if I kiss you right now..?" Xiao softly asks, face flushed.

"I certainly wouldn't mind..." [Y/n] softly says as Xiao cupped his cheeks.

Xiao leaned in, and goodness. It's so soft.

Just like he imagined.