#im like an introvert when it comes to touch...like I need it but it also too much makes me tired

[bunnieswithknives]

is David touched starved? like how would he react to being hugged or just general physical affection?

David is simultaneously very touch starved and touch repulsed in the sense that his immediate reaction to anything he doesn't understand is to push it away violently. Like if you're a stranger/touch him unexpectedly he will hit you.

If your someone that he likes tho, like his parents or Red, he would just straight up cry I think.

Bonus I drew this at some point:

[friedbaekhyunandeggso]

found you - ch. 5 (part II)

pairing: gojo satoru x female oc (ara natsuna)

tropes: psycho! rival! athlete! yandere! gojo x introvert! booksmart! sheltered! rbf! oc

warnings: 18+ only babes, stalking/possessive themes, profanity, coercion, pet names (kitten, baby, my sweet, cupcake), underage drinking, w33d, grinding, oral sex (f receiving), orgasm denial, rough sex, overstimulation, dub/non-consented sex, drunk sex, handjob (if i missed any jus tell me but pls fr don't read this unless ur an adult)

word count/plot: [15.1k!] ara catches gojo's attention when news breaks that she is the top academically ranked student in their grade. he is ranked second. he tries to befriend her but she ignores him. despite her obvious disinterest, his obsession begins..

a/n: here's part 2, i thought it would take 3 posts to post this chapter but it seems its about to take four smh. more content for u guys tho!! woot woot!! happy reading

ch. 1 , ch. 2 [ part 1 | part 2 ] , ch. 3 , ch. 4 , chapter 5 [ part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 ]

Shoko sat her down in front of a vanity.

“Alright, now that hair is done we can do makeup.”

Ara stared as Shoko opened all the drawers of the extravagant vanity before her, revealing a countless amount of high-end makeup. Most of it barely touched.

“Shoko!!” a girl yelled from downstairs.

“What!” Shoko yelled back only for silence to follow.

She rolled her eyes as she mumbled to herself, “What does Arden want now,” she gestured toward the makeup, “Knock yourself out, I’ll be back.”

“Wait—“

Shoko turned around, eyes alert.

Ara hesitated before admitting, “I don’t know how to do my makeup.”

Her eyes widened, “Forreal?” She then crossed her arms, “Actually I can’t even blame you, I only started doing my makeup like a year ago.”

“Would your Mom do it for you?” she asked, considering the fact that the vanity before them was hers.

“Nah, I had a makeup artist.” Shoko appeared to be in thought before she said, “Hold on.”

She walked out of the room and yelled, “Anybody here good at makeup??!”

A ton of feminine voices arose, answering her. Ara wasn’t the least bit surprised since half of their school’s female population was here.

She heard Shoko yell something before peeking her head back in the room, “Alright, we got help for makeup. Do you want anything to drink?”

Ara hesitated. She’d told herself that she wouldn’t drink after the last party but—

“SHOKO!!”

“IM COMING IDIOT!” Shoko yelled back before saying, “I’ll be back.”

She left within a blink of an eye, only for someone else to enter the room a second later. Karina.

Ara stared as Karina walked closer, looking insanely perfect as usual. She also had a bottle of Pink Whitney in her hand.

She set the bottle down on the vanity, “You need help with your makeup?”

Ara waited for the random bout of laughter erupting from somewhere downstairs to pass before answering, “Yeah..”

“I got you,” she murmured before looking through the drawers for something. She seemed to find it and asked, “You already washed your face right?”

“Yes.”

Karina quietly applied the primer to her face before suddenly asking, “Why didn’t you come to my party that time?” she paused in her actions, “I was expecting you..”

Fuck. It’d been months, Ara had hoped she’d forgotten. Besides, that night had probably been one of the worst moments of her life. She wanted to laugh—to think all of it started simply because she wanted to go to her party.

“Yeahh, I wasn’t able to make it.” she muttered vaguely.

“Why?”

“I think I was too tired.” she lied.

“Hmm,” Karina picked up another product and swatched it on her wrist, “I see you got back with him.”

Ara glanced at her but was unable to gauge anything from her countenance, “I- I did.“

Suddenly Karina sighed, “Ugh, I don’t blame you. He eats pussy so damn good.”

Ara’s eyes widened as she continued, “And his dick-why'd it have to be so big? I miss it so damn bad sometimes.”

She shook her head, “Sorry, I probably shouldn’t be saying that to his girlfriend but—“ she paused, as if considering something, “He really does like you, y’know.” she muttered begrudgingly.

Ara had a lot to say but settled on, “What makes you say that?”

She paused, masking her hesitation by pretending to look extra focused while dabbing the beauty blender against her skin, “He doesn't answer my texts. Even when you guys broke up he didn’t.”

“You texted him?” Ara asked incredulously.

Karina blushed, “Well—yeah.”

Ara glanced away, she supposed that answered all of her questions.

She then added, as if guilty, “Well, you guys were obviously over then but-like-before we always used to hook up. Like, it didn’t matter who else he fucked he’d always come back to me.”

Ara thought she sensed an undercurrent of possessiveness until she cleared her throat, “But ever since you got into the picture.. he’s different, I guess.”

“Loyal, you mean.” Ara replied flatly.

Karina stopped using the beauty blender, “How’d you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Lock him down?”

Ara shifted in her seat, “..I honestly don’t know.”

Karina didn’t meet her eyes, merely playing with the concealer in her hand, “I mean.. I see it, you-” she cut herself off as if it hurt to admit, “you are pretty, in that black cat kinda way. I just- I’ve never seen him like that,” her voice faded out slightly, “He’s obsessed with you. I can see it in his face-“

“Trust, it’s not something you want.” she answered instinctively.

“Really?” she asked curiously, “Why not?”

She saw the thoughts brewing within Ara’s mind as she slowly asked, “Has he.. ever done anything.. that scared you?”

“Scared me?” she questioned before appearing to contemplate it, “No?-wait, there was this one time where he freaked me the fuck out cuz I thought I was home alone and he kept moving things around, making me think an intruder or some shit was in the house but-“ she rolled her eyes, “it was just him.”

Ara blinked. The scariest thing he’d done to her was show her he was capable of committing murder without a scratch, while she was talking about a prank.

Karina chuckled to herself, as if it were a fond memory before meeting her gaze, “How’d he scare you?” she asked lightly.

It was clear to Ara then, that Karina had gotten a different Gojo than she had. The side of Gojo she seemed to have was specifically curated just for her, apparently.

Ara tilted her head, deciding to say something partially true, “He scares me when he jokes about baby trapping me.”

Karina laughed before tilting her head back to pour her drink down her throat. She made a face as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand.

“Fuck, my lipstick-“ she quickly turned around, looking in the mirror to make sure it was right.

In the midst of re-applying some lip gloss, Karina asked, “Who went back to who?”

“Huh?”

“I mean after the breakup,” her voice wavered, as if aware she was prying but couldn’t help it, “Who went back to who. I can imagine him begging you to take him bac-“

“I went to him.”

“Oh?” she raised a brow before turning away from the mirror to look her in the eye.

Ara knew that the whole school knew she broke up with him. She didn’t know how but she assumed it had something to do with Gojo telling his friends or everyone catching onto his lingering stares and moody demeanor during their breakup.

Karina sighed, “you missed him didn’t you.”

“no.” Ara replied a little too fast.

Karina gave her a pointed look.

She suddenly glared, “No, you don’t understand.” her words came out sharp, “He’s not who everybody thinks he is. At all. I shouldn’t miss him, need him, or even think about him honestly but I-“

She placed her head down on the vanity before her. Her arms around her head covering her face, “I’m a mess.” she whispered.

Never in a million years would Karina ever think she’d want to console someone-especially her-and yet, she did. Something about her was oddly compelling, in a way she couldn’t understand but she almost… wanted to.

Karina found her hand resting on Ara’s shoulder, she honestly didn’t know how it got there.

“Look,” Karina spoke calmly, “I don’t know what’s going on with you two but.. i’m pretty sure it’s not illegal to like someone. Sure, issues happen and it feels like the end of the fucking world each time but we’re just in high school. Is it ever that deep?”

Ara wanted to laugh at how trivial she made high school sound. As if it were just a kids playground and not the sole stepping stone to her ideal future.

Karina couldn’t tell if she was truly hopeful or being sarcastic when she overheard her murmur, “High school.. just high school.”

Ara was squished between Shoko’s friends on the couch, whom she was slowly starting to recognize.

“Karina really popped off with your makeup,” Mina said, “I’m gonna need her to do mine next.”

Ara believed her, especially from the way she was staring. She smiled halfheartedly, “Thanks.”

“Ara!”

She turned her head to see where the voice was coming from. It was hard to focus with the music blasting, girls chatting and cameras flashing in every corner of the house, The scent of weed and expensive perfume hung in the air… and Ara-surprisingly-didn’t hate it.

“Yo,” A hand suddenly snapped in front of her. It was Shoko.

Ara liked the way she’d pin-straightened her short hair. It suited her, she could almost imagine how she would look when she was older.

“You need to stop lookin’ moody and be happy. Midterms are over.”

Ara raised a brow, “I’m not moody.”

“Yes, you are. You look like you want to kill someone.”

“What-“

“Oh my god!” Leah suddenly yelled before pointing at the tray before them, “Did you make those?”

Ara hadn’t noticed but it seemed a tray of ombré yellow-orange drinks in cute clear glasses was on the table now. The drinks were topped with ice, cherries and a piece of pineapple. It looked delicious.

“Duh, why do you think I was in the kitchen for so long?” Shoko then bent down to pick up a cup, gesturing that they all do the same.

Arden-who sat on the other side of her-took a sniff of the drink, “How much rum did you put in this?”

Shoko smiled, “Don’t worry about it.”

Arden laughed and Ara couldn’t help but stare at her. How could she tell from one sniff?

Leah stuffed a drink in her hands and Ara looked down at the glass, at her blurry reflection in the ice. She didn’t need to sniff to smell the pineapple and orange juice within the drink.

“What is this?” she asked.

Arden turned to look at her, as if in shock.

Mina chuckled, “It’s a Mai Tai.”

Leah randomly babbled, “Yeah, it’s actually the first drink I had when I was eight.”

“Wait-“ Shoko suddenly deadpanned, “This is your first time drinking this?”

Ara blinked, “..i haven’t drank it yet but, yes.”

“No way.” Arden gasped.

Shoko beamed, “I am so honored. I’ll make you more whenever you want it.”

Mina rolled her eyes, “It’s not that good.”

“Then why don’t you give it back-“

She stared down at the drink once more, tuning out their bickering until she blurted, “Am I gonna die?”

Arden was cracking up, maybe she was naive but she didn’t care. She’d made a vow to herself to never drink but.. she actually wanted to this time. And that scared her.

It scared her because she wasn’t the type to break her own promises. And yet, all she could think about was that blind happiness she felt the last time she was drunk. That comfortable lightness that took over her thoughts and body, letting her tongue run loose and her mind go bye bye.

It was nice, so nice. Until it wasn’t. Until her memories came b-

Suddenly Shoko’s hand was on her chin, “We’re all gonna die one day, right.”

“Cornball.” Mina joked.

Shoko stuck her tongue out before raising her glass towards them, “Shut up and drink.”

And they did. With a clink of glasses, her vow was broken.

There she is.

A grin split across his lips when he spotted her. His bright eyes looked her up and down before groaning internally. She wore a sleeveless maroon mini-dress that ended just a little under her hips. The dress was skin-tight, barely hanging onto her sensuous tits-which sat so fucking nicely cuz she was braless. Fuck. He loved when she was braless.

She was mid conversation, running a hand through her thick locks when he came up behind her.

“Hey sexy~” he smiled into her temple when he felt her jump. His arms instinctively went around her, his hands sliding up her waist-her ribs-about to cup her b–

She stopped his hands right at her underboobs, merely placing her hands over his and keeping them there. He whined slightly.

“Toru,” she admonished before turning around. She looked up at him with the sweetest of smiles, it was always so subtle-just a little curve to the right end of her pouty lips. God, he wanted to devour her.

She tilted her head, “You’re finally here.”

She looked more stunning up-close, if that was even possible. His hand went to her hips, drawing her closer. He hadn’t noticed her lips moving until she cupped his chin and shook his face-

“Satoru, can you hear me?”

He pretended to bite her fingers, chasing her hand away from his chin.

Her hands came to rest on his chest, “Can you stop checking me out and answer my question.”

He shook his head, smiling boyishly, “I can’t. You look too good. Too good.”

He licked his lips and she shoved him, laughing, “Shut up.”

He grabbed her by the hips again, tugging her close, “Never, never, never~” He buried his face into her neck making her giggle slightly. 

She attempted to shove his shoulders as he began to nip at the crook in her neck, “Toru–”

“Let's find a room.”

She finally managed to push his shoulders back, “No.”

Her eyes searched his face as he pouted, “Why?”

“Cuz..” her gaze dropped from his eyes to his chest, then back up again, “not here.”

His pout deepened, “I missed you.”

Her eyes narrowed, but a tiny smile managed to find its way to her lips anyway, “Even though you saw me in school a few hours ago?”

He nodded, his white hair flopping slightly, “Too long.”

Her hands interlocked behind his neck, his mind going haywire when her chest pressed into him as she leaned closer. She tilted her head, “You just want to be in my skin.”

“I do. I do. I do. I do.”

She smiled lazily–as if she already knew. He leaned down to kiss her and she let him. His lips moved against hers while she stayed firm, kissing him back steadily–slowly. Always pacing him, wasn’t she? She broke the kiss, giving him one last peck before leaning back. 

He leaned towards her, as if chasing her lips but she quickly placed her finger over his mouth.

“Noo.” she chided him as if he were a puppy.

He smirked before sighing, “Fine. Fine.”

He moved a piece of her hair behind her ear, “What was your question?”

“I asked what took you so long.”

“I went over to Suguru’s cuz they were pre-gaming at his,” He suddenly broke out into a smile, “Haibara broke his TV.”

Her eyes widened, “What–how?”

“He was flying the remote control helicopter and-BOOM! TV cracked. I think he hit the wrong button or something but I was dying.” He chuckled.

She shook her head, “Of course you were. How did Geto react?”

“Oh he was mad. Haibara said sorry a million times but I know he’s still mad.”

“Hmm,” she hummed, “He probably needs a drink.”

He grinned, “Forsure,” He slipped his hand into hers, “Let's go bother him.”

She smiled faintly, “Lets.”

“So that's why-“ Suguru suddenly cut himself off when the song switched, his gaze cut to Satoru.

Satoru's eyes widened before backing up a bit to dance slightly, “Yoo this song.”

Satoru began to get a bit of a groove on while Geto nodded his head in sync with the beat. Ara glanced around to see others on the patio doing the same–dancing.

Suddenly Satoru took her wrist, tugging her towards himself, “Dance with me, Ara.”

She tilted her face up to meet his eyes, “No way.”

Just as she stepped away he pulled her back. His arms slipping around her waist, “C’monnn~”

“i can’t dance—like at all.”

“Who cares,” he whined, “just dance.”

She stepped away from him, raising her hands, “That’s all you, buddy.”

“C’monn, don’t do this to me!” he pouted as she walked off.

The music thumped around them as people hollered the lyrics.

Mina lowered the mascara wand and held onto the sink, “Goddamn, the whole house is shaking,” she sucked her teeth, “Can’t a girl fix her mascara in peace.”

Ara ran a hand through her hair, removing a random piece of glitter with a frown.

“Should we get more shots?”

Ara glanced over to see Mina looking at her expectantly.

It didn’t sound like a bad idea.. Ara smiled somewhat shyly, “Sure.”

Mina’s face brightened, “Bet. Let's go.”

The girls giggled as they ran out of the bathroom.

Shoko was dancing in front of her, singing the lyrics word for word. Her hands on Ara’s shoulders as they moved with the beat. Arden, Leah and Mina surrounded them. The patio was so crowded it seemed like everyone was outside.

“Somebody come get herrr,” everyone sang along, “She dancing like a stripper.” (a/n: song - come get her by rae sremmurd)

Ara swayed her hips, unaware of the bottle getting passed around until Shoko made a mischievous expression. Ara noticed her arm was raised and glanced up, only to see a bottle getting tilted over her.

Ara instinctively tilt her head back, opening her mouth to take in the liquor. She felt some of it trickle past her lips as Shoko jumped along to the music.

Everyone sang the lines, “somebody come get herr, she’s feelin’ all the liquor.”

Gojo was mid-conversation when a tiny bundle bustled into him and sat on his lap. He glanced over to see Ara.

“Ara.” he stated in surprise before giving her a onceover. She looked flushed. Her thick hair was wavier-probably due to the humidity-and her eye makeup had smudged slightly, making the color of her eyes pop. His eyes dropped down to her freshly coated, glossy lips.

Goddamn. He placed his hand low on her stomach as she leaned her head against his slightly, “Hey.”

He smirked, “Hey.”

“Hey.” Choso interjected flatly.

He’d completely forgotten Choso was there. Ara’s eyes brightened as she greeted, “Choso!”

Choso froze-as if starstruck, “H-hello.”

She moved as if to give him a hug but Gojo used his hand on her stomach to keep her close. He raised a brow in surprise, she was not a hugger and he didn’t want her to start being one now.

A soft laugh left him, “Are you drunk?”

She blinked, “No.” She looked between him and Choso before adding, “I just want to sit.”

Gojo smiled subtly, “‘Kay.” He kissed her temple before facing Choso, “What were you saying?”

“Right, so…” and they drifted off into a conversation that Ara could care less about. She truly did need to sit. Her legs hurt from all that dancing. Damn heels.

She shifted on his lap and shifted again, trying to sit comfortably until his hand tightened around her side. “Ara-” he murmured but it was too late, she’d already discovered his hard-on. Her ass was directly on it.

“Right?” Choso suddenly asked.

Gojo blinked, “Uh-yeah.” Not having a damn clue what he was agreeing to.

“Exactly so..” Choso went on.

Gojo had completely lost interest in the conversation when a fierce blush appeared on her cheeks. She’d gone completely still, except for her hand on his knee. Her fingers seemed to flit slightly.

“-I’m telling you, seeing him live is different,” Choso sighed before asking, “Do you think you're gonna go this year?”

“This year..” Gojo faintly repeated the last words he heard, attempting to focus, “It depends..”

“Oh but listen the third time I saw him it was crazy cuz—“

Suddenly her ass-ever so subtly-pressed against his erection, making his eyes widen. He glanced down at her, only then noticing that her hand had tightened around his knee. It was dark enough in the room that no one could see her rubbing her ass against him, especially with how slow she was moving.

His mouth parted in shock, almost wishing the flickering lights could hit them so he could see her ass move on him. He quickly closed his mouth before Choso noticed, he honestly didn’t know how the guy was still going.

He grit his teeth, trying not to groan as her ass cheeks grinded on him. The way her ass pressed against his length was something else—it was only making him stiffer by the second.

She felt so soft against his cock, moving at that agnizing pace.. The last thing he wanted to do was be still, he was gonna lose it.

He wanted to see her face but she wasn’t facing him. He bit his lower lip, hiding his grin. Fuck—he didn’t know she could be like this.

Her ass started to slowly move up and down and he nearly lost it. He hissed, his fingers digging into her hip-but she didn’t stop.

His arms slipped around her torso, tugging her against him as he spoke into her hair-breathless, “Ara..”

She finally faced him, her eyes radiating with mischief.

Oh that’s it. He didn’t have to think when he scooped her up in his arms and stood.

Choso raised a brow, midst speech, “Yo?”

Gojo didn’t spare him a glance, “I’ll be back.”

“Satoru!” she shrieked as she was tossed onto the bed.

He climbed atop her and her hands loosely cupped his neck, “Satoruu..” she whined while shaking her head, “What are you doing? I was just playing.”

“I know, cupcake,” he leaned down to press a heady kiss to her lips. The kind of kiss that rushed through her veins, making her body liquify with fervor until her cloudy thoughts grew clear–crystalizing his want, his need. 

He broke the kiss, leaving a string of saliva between them until he spoke, “I know,” He looked her up and down, “But I don’t wanna play anymore.”

His hand ran down her side, “I wanna have all of you,” He nipped the end of her jaw, “Here, now.”

“Toru..” she whined softly. Her head was spinning. She was too drunk to move on her own. Her fingers twitched over his neck, “Toru, we can’t.. not here.”

“Yes here.”

“Toru-

He easily hoisted her legs over his shoulders, sliding her further up the bed. He then pulled the bottom of her dress up to her waist. The second he glanced between her legs, he groaned. He never got tired of the sight of her cunt adorned in lace panties. It was like a gift wrapped just for him.

She cupped his face, tugging him closer, “Toru please-” Why’d she have to sound so sweet and needy? “Please.. Not here,” She searched his face, “Home, only at home.”

He stared into her dazed eyes for a moment before groaning. He pressed his forehead into hers, “Kitten you can’t just wear this sexy lil dress, grind on me and expect me not to fuck the shit outta you,” He shook his head, “S’not fair.”

His hand slid up her side, hooking under the fabric of her dress to tug it lower–until her chest spilled out the top, “Where’d you learn how to move like that anyway..”

His eyes drank in the sight of her bare tits before meeting her gaze, “You do that to anyone else?”

Color rose to her cheeks as she stared up at him in silence.

She cried out when he began to grind himself against her cunt. She could feel every inch of him–how hard he was. Each stroke against her fast and purposeful, ringing with desperation.

His forehead pressed into her temple, forcing her face aside as he panted, “Answer me.”

She mewled as his grinding picked up, “N-no-ngh! you know this–I’ve never been with an-anyone bu-unnhh-but you.”

He smirked against her cheek before slightly raising his head. His smirk was handsome enough to make her forget how to breathe. It didn’t help that his vibrant eyes seemed to simmer with lust. He knew the answer; he just liked to hear her say it.

He slowed his hips down to drop his face into her neck. His lips instantly finding that sweet spot in the crook of her shoulder and nipped at it. He licked up the dessert-like, mocha perfume on her skin–fuck, he couldn’t get enough. He tasted makeup as well. It seemed Shoko had covered his baby’s love bites. How dare she..

Suddenly the corner of his lip curled deviously. I’ll just decorate her all over again.

He tilted his head, allowing his lips and teeth to mark her as he pleased. His fingers sank into her tits as he palmed her areola, urging her cute perky nipples out. She was moaning and whining so sweetly underneath him—god, he needed to fuck her bad.

“T-toru, not now,” she whimpered, inadvertently rubbing her cunt against his bulge as she churned underneath him.

He groaned into her neck. The pressure of her rowdy hips against his clothed cock—Oh, she had to be dying for it.

“Please-not here. Only at home, Toru, at home.” she whined, her small hands pushing at his chest uselessly.

Suddenly he drew his face back-his voice completely haggard, “Fine, fine. At home.”

His bedazzling eyes fixed themselves on hers, “I’ll have all of you at home..but.. you have to let me do one thing here.”

She spoke through uneven breaths, “W-what is it?”

His eyes lingered on the way her tits moved with each ragged inhale. He felt himself grow tighter inside his pants. Fuck, he really wanted take all of her here.

His eyes swam with lust and mischief as he leaned into her, his cock pressing against her warm cunt, “I wanna taste you.”

“Where’s Gojo?” Toji asked over the blaring music. “He’ll def wanna go. He loves that shit.”

Nanami shrugged.

He glanced over and punched Geto’s shoulder, “yo-you know where he is?”

“Who?”

“Your boyfriend, who else.”

Geto was about to make a snarky retort only to hesitate when he realized he truly didn’t know where he’d gone.

“What are you looking so confused for?” Shoko sauntered before them, joint in hand.

“You know where Gojo is?” Toji asked.

“Satoru? He’s busy.”

Geto raised a brow, “With what?”

“You didn’t see him throw Ara on his shoulder? He took her upstairs,” she took a hit from her joint, shaking her head, “Thank God it's not my house.”

“Damn, already?” Toji grinned, “Can’t blame him though, did ya see her dress?”

Nanami instantly glared at him, “Stop that.”

She was lost. Lost in the abyss of pleasure that made her lose any and all sense—if she had any in the first place. His tongue was so unfair.

The tip of his tongue flicked her clit–making her jerk as she moaned. His hands on her spread thighs the only thing keeping her legs open and body semi-still.

She threw her head back, breathless, as she shook her head side to side, “Satoru.. Satoru!”

His tongue was suddenly gone, his lips still on her most sensitive part. He backed away slightly, lightly kissing her throbbing clit, “You close, kitten?”

Her body twitched, “Toru–stop, stop teasing me.”

Even through her drunkenness she could hear how helpless she sounded. He always knew how to make her so weak.

He chuckled, the faint exhale against her cunt making her inner thighs tremble. She could feel the sensation of her orgasm suspended within her, waiting to spill given the right touch. His touch.

He stared up at her, his eyes gleaming with hunger and a tinge of that typical demeaning playfulness. But she knew he was far from unaffected by this–if anything, playing with her always seemed to get him on to a different degree.

“That’s how it feels like, kitten,” he blew on her tense nub, making her twitch once-more.

“Toru!” she cried.

“--that’s how it feels when you put this pretty pussy on me and tell me not to fuck you.”

His lips found her clit again, sucking it oh so delicately—not nearly enough friction as she needed. She whined helplessly.

He lightly kissed her clit once more, “You wanna cum, kitten?”

She was too out of it to respond. His fingers dug into her soft thighs, making her gasp.

“Let me fuck you here,” his voice was low and eager, desperate, “ ‘Kay?”

She squeezed her eyelids shut, her bent legs wavering in the air. “Toru.. I can’t–can’t think-”

He chuckled faintly, “Then don’t, my sweet, don’t.” His lips were terribly close to her nub again, “I’ll think for you.”

He was instantly lapping her clit up—the pace so consistent that she was easily driven insane. Her breath hitched and suddenly his mouth cupped her clit just right, his tongue probing her most reactive spot.

She cried out as her body bucked. She didn’t see the amount of liquid she squirted out but she felt it pour out of her. The feeling of euphoria that pulsed through her cunt made her thighs shake from its force. Her moan was so loud and defenseless, she couldn’t help but judge herself for how desperate she sounded.

His hands tightened around her thighs to keep her legs spread as he drank in the sight. He loved this–every single bit of her. Her shattered expression down to the taste of her silky juices. She always had so much to give him..

and he knew how to hunt it out of her.

His cock sank into her and he immediately groaned. Her cunt wrapped around him so viscerally tight. She was so fucking hot inside he might as well have dipped himself in warmed honey.

He couldn’t stand it–how perfect she was. Her arched body raised at the hips to let him press into her this deep. Her waist twisting as she lay face down, making the sexiest little sounds as her hands fisted the sheets. He needed all of her. Now.

He squeezed her ass before fucking her exactly the way he wanted to the second his eyes landed on her in that slutty little dress. Her pussy was only his to use and tear apart like this.

The squelching sound of his cock delivering fuck after fuck to her sweet core was music to his ears. He whimpered at the feeling of her walls gripping the sides of his cock like it craved his seed–like it needed him to stay inside.

He bent over her, keeping his forehead to the crown of her head as he gripped her waist. His hands large enough that his fingertips met on either side of her.

He didn’t stop–his cock bullying into her boundlessly.

“I’ll give you what you want, Ara..” his rugged voice trailed down her spine, “I’ll always give you what you want.”

He shoved his cock deep into her and she screamed. He buried his face into her nape as he emptied his balls within her. Cum spewing endlessly from his tip as it filled the condom to its brim. Pleasure consuming every cell in his body.

“Ara..” he groaned against her back, eyes squeezed shut as he retracted his hips slightly and shoved his cock back in. She cried out as he groaned again. His cock felt so fucking good inside her.

“Never have enough of you..” his low voice was filled with such unrestrained desire– “never.”

She gasped, loud enough to make his eyes flutter open.

He reached out, his arm easily wrapping around her waist before he shifted in bed to face her, “What is it?” he mumbled sleepily.

She glanced at him with wide eyes, “Sorr-”

Suddenly he snatched the phone from her hands, quickly turning over in bed so she couldn’t snatch it back if she tried.

His brows scrunched together, “Nails?” On her phone was a picture of hands, hands with very pretty detailed fake nails on Pinterest. He looked over at her, “You want these?”

She jumped over him, snatching the phone from his hand, “Yes, but I didn’t want to wake you up.”

His eyes widened when he felt her bare tits press into his chest as she partially laid over him. Her eyes widened a second later and she quickly turned over, taking majority of the sheets with her. Her back was facing him.

He grinned, scooting closer to her before tugging the blanket slightly, draping more of it over himself. He propped himself on an elbow before sliding his free hand under the sheets. He touched her waist before sliding his hand under her arm around her chest. He sighed when he felt her bare tits against his forearm.

He tugged her close and she squirmed slightly, “Toru-”

He kissed underneath her ear-where several hickeys remained, “Last night was fun.”

She blushed, “For you. I’m sore as hell right now.”

He grinned as she pushed at his arm, “I can’t believe you did that. I was drunk, y’know.”

“You said you weren’t-”

“You knew I was.”

He stuffed his face into her shoulder as his arm tightened around her, “It’s your fault tho, you tempted me.” he whined.

“I didn’t tempt you-”

“Grinding on me?”

She blushed furiously, “I was drunk.”

“You're so hot when you're drunk.”

She reached over and smacked his head at her shoulder. She felt him chuckle into her neck as he yelled, “aH!”

“Gojo I’m serious,” her voice wavered, “I’m really sore. It hurts. You should.. really let me be when I’m like that.”

He was still for a moment before rubbing her hip under the blanket, “I’m sorry, baby–kay? I’m sorry,” He raised his head to lightly kiss her cheek, “I’ll try to do better next time,” He kissed her jaw, “--even though it’s hard–” he lightly squeezed her ass, “--especially when you rub this cute ass on me.”

“Satoru–”

He buried his face into her shoulder again, his arm winding around her chest once-more, “I know, I know,”

She felt him sigh into her neck, “I can’t think when I wanna fuck you y’know. I jus have to be inside..”

She closed her eyes, “I know.”

“..it’s a miracle we even got home.” he mumbled to her neck.

“When did we get home?” Ara asked, suddenly curious since she didn’t remember a second of it.

“Around three. You were passed out by then.”

“Hmm..” 

He kissed her shoulder, “You talked to Millie?”

Her eyes shot open, as if surprised–but he’d overheard Millie’s familiar voice when she’d gone to the bathroom earlier.

“Yeah, she called,” she muttered, “She wanted to know all the tea from last night.”

“She’s still grounded?”

She rolled her eyes, “Yeah, it’s killing her.”

He smiled slightly, “I bet it is.”

“Andd you’re all set.” The nail lady backed up with a smile.

Ara glanced down at her nails in shock. They looked just like the picture, maybe even better. She outstretched her fingers slightly, looking at both sides of her hands. She felt oddly… empowered. Despite it being the first time getting her nails done, she immediately saw the appeal.

She stood up, still staring at her nails, “Wow, these are… amazing, thank you.”

The nail lady’s smile widened, “Of course.”

She faltered at giving her a smile back before walking out of the beauty room–which she didn’t even know she had. She’d only been joking when she’d told Satoru she was too lazy to get out the house but it didn’t matter–he’d brought the nail salon to her. In mere minutes he was able to book an at-home session with a celebrity nail technician. It was baffling. 

And yet, her stomach bubbled with excitement.. excitement that she inexplicably had to share. She walked into their bedroom, only to find no one there.

She walked further into the room, only to find the attached balcony doors open. He was leaning against the railing, talking on the phone. The closer she approached she noticed a few notebooks and his laptop open on one of the tables outside.

He ended the call, tossing his phone up in the air and catching it precariously before sauntering towards his books.

Just as he sat and leaned back in his chair, she asked, “You're studying?”

He immediately glanced up, his big blue eyes instantly brightening once they landed on her, “Ara!”

His eyes dropped to her hands and she quickly hid them behind herself with a small smile.

He squinted playfully, “Lemme seee-“

To his surprise she fast-walked over, holding out her hands for him to see, “Look-look, it looks just like the picture. The almond shape, colors, everything—“ he stared at her, mesmerized by the look of child-like fascination on her countenance as she continued, “I can’t believe it. She even made the stone on my middle finger smaller because I asked. It’s so sparkly too. And the butterfly??” she shook her head, smiling, “-insanity.”

She outstretched her new talons, her smile widening unknowingly, “I love them.”

He tugged her closer, despite her already standing in front of him. Her hand rested on his shoulder as she was drawn in between his long legs. His arms slipped around her waist as he stared up at her, “You love them, kitten?”

She nodded before glancing down at him, “What do you think?”

“I think I need to tip her well for making you smile like that.”

She rolled her eyes-blushing, “Stop flirting.”

“No really-“ he picked up her hand, finally looking at the nails for the first time, “If getting these little fingers dolled up makes my baby happy i’ll have her here every week.”

“Not every week. They’re supposed to last two to three weeks.” she informed him.

“Hmm,” His thumb suddenly brushed the skin underneath the knuckle of her ring finger. His blue eyes flashed with something before he met her gaze with a smirk, “Can’t wait to put something here.”

She snatched her hand away, “You’re so annoying.”

His smirk widened, “You’d love it if I proposed-”

“I’d literally reject you.”

“WHAT?!—you would?”

“I would.”

“Whyyyy~you meanie. Do you even care about me.” he pouted.

Suddenly her hands slid into his hair and she was kissing him. The rest of his whines swept up by her tongue as she bent over him, deepening the kiss invasively. Her nails raked through his thick, white hair as she tugged his face close as if she needed him closer. He nearly groaned.

She broke the kiss, her thumb brushing over his bottom lip as she asked, “Still think I don't care?”

His eyes widened at her quietly spoken words. The flush that bloomed across his cheeks couldn’t be helped. For once, he was speechless.

He held her gaze for a short moment before leaning towards her. Before his lips could connect with hers, she scurried off of him—backing up several steps.

“No, no, no, satoru. You need to study and so do I.”

He was already whining again, “Whyyy~”

“Because,” she shrugged as she walked backwards, “we have to.”

He stood up and she immediately bolted inside the house. He chased after her, giggles and laughter following their wake.

She stared up at the stars and he stared at her. He wondered if she had a morsel of a clue of how much she meant to him.

Loving her was easy for him, as easy as breathing, as easy as the sharp exhale that escaped him when she first turned her back on him.

Sure, it started as a challenge then. A game that only she and him could understand but, he saw her now. He knew why she was the way she was and he liked it. all of it.

He learned her skin, her mind, her voice, her loneliness and he wanted all of it. all of it for himself.

She didn’t know how much he loved her unpredictably. her brattiness, her anger, her kindness, her tears. She gave him her everything and he’d take it every time. It didn’t matter where they were, what universe they were in, he’d find her. He’d always find her.

She turned her head on the grass and looked at him, “Are you even looking at the stars?”

“I am.”

He saw her freeze for a moment. He anticipated her witty response, something like ‘how many times have you used that line’ or ‘aren’t you smooth’ but she held his gaze.

He saw her look between his eyes before her gaze dropped to his lips. He watched as she slowly drew herself up next to him, balancing herself on one elbow as she tucked her hair behind her ear.

He forced himself to stay still, despite his heart racing in anticipation. His eyes stayed on her as her hand came to rest on his cheek, his jaw. She gently pressed her lips to his and he nearly groaned. His hand slid up her side, squeezing her ribs as he tilted his face up–craving more of her.

Her hand on his jaw held him back, instead she lowered herself into him. Her lips prolonging the tenderness of the kiss before she backed away. He closed his eyes, refraining from chasing her lips.

He felt her fingers on his panting lips and opened his eyes. She was completely expressionless–which only made him more keen on knowing her thoughts.

“What do you want to be?” she suddenly asked, before adding, “-when you grow up.”

She expected an unserious response at first-maybe even something flirty. Something like ‘your husband’ or ‘a garbage man’ but-for once-he answered seriously.

He appeared contemplative, “I haven’t decided. I already got an offer from the NBA but I don’t know if I like basketball that much.”

He readjusted his head on his crossed arms, “Obviously, Coach is pushing for that but.. I think following my father’s footsteps would be more interesting.”

He glanced over at her, a small smile spreading across his lips, “As basic as it sounds.”

“Director of National Intelligence.” she stated, “For the US.”

“Yes.” he confirmed, while looking at her curiously. He couldn’t tell how she felt about that.

“Would that make you a politician?”

“Mmm, kind of? I’d obviously have to be a part of the same political party as the president in order to be recommended by him.”

“What else do you have to do?”

“Well, it varies. Some directors have military experience or climb in government service. Some have law degrees or extensive experience in intelligence agencies.”

“Intelligence agencies? Like the FBI?”

“Well, yes and no. It’s more the CIA and NSA-” at her look of confusion, he clarified, “National Security Agency-is experience that they might prefer but I have considered the FBI. It would be different from my Father’s past position but I wouldn’t mind dealing with domestic policy–well, they’re still involved in foreign intelligence threats but-”

He grinned, “Director of the FBI sounds hot doesn’t it?”

She rolled her eyes, “Of course you would say that.”

“It’s that or CEO of Gojo Industries.”

She blinked, having completely forgotten that. She assumed that was the main source of his family’s income. Long ago, another genius in his family found a more efficient way of processing crude oil, which later resulted in the creation of their family’s multi-industry company. Gojo industries is responsible for more than half of the world’s refineries. Despite being widespread on foreign level, they are still a private company.

She blinked in astonishment, “Well, what's stopping you from that?”

“Nothings stopping me but I feel like business is kinda boring,” he shrugged, “I’ll probably have to deal with that regardless.”

“You will?”

“Well I don’t have any siblings, do I?” He smiled slightly, “I guess I could just hire someone but I still wanna be involved, probably as chairman or something but good thing that’s a later problem.”

He poked her cheek, “What about you, kitten? What do you wanna be?”

“... a doctor.”

He squinted at her hesitance, “Do you really?”

She sighed, “No, it’s what my Dad wants me to be. I was kinda set on it but..”

The corner of his lip twitched slightly, “Never mind him, what do you want to be?”

She paused before saying-rather softly, “An artist.”

“Forreal?”

She nodded.

His face instantly brightened, “Can you draw me?”

“No.”

She skeptically watched him pretend to be in pain before adding, “You’re too ugly to draw.”

He immediately cut the act, “Now you're just lying.”

Ara stepped inside the Rolls Royce, closing the door after herself.

Ijichi popped his head from the driver’s seat, a warm smile on his lips, “Hello, Miss Ara.”

She opened her mouth-ready to tell him for the millionth time that he could simply call her Ara but she decided to let it be.  At least he hadn’t stepped out and opened the car door for her. He was learning.

She offered him a small smile in return.

She stared out of the car window, watching the other students buzz about until the car began to move.

“Are you okay, Miss?”

Her eyes flitted to the rear view mirror, meeting Ijichi’s concerned expression.

“Y-you seem.. unlike yourself.”

She supposed that was the nicest way he could say she looked off—which she’d been feeling like the whole day.

“Ijichi, can you do me a favor?”

He adjusted his glasses, “Yes?”

“Can you take me home?”

“I am taking you home, Miss.”

“I mean- my Dad’s home?”

“Of course.”

She stared at the house outside the car window. It should’ve felt familiar but it felt... indescribable really.

Ijichi glanced back at her, unsure of what to do since they’d been sitting out here for a good minute.

He looked between her and the house, “Would you like me to accompany you inside?” he offered unsurely.

“No!” she quickly cut herself off before running a hand through her hair, forcing herself to breathe.

“No,” she repeated, more calmly, “it’s fine. I just.. can we wait a few more minutes?”

It was silent for a beat before he answered, “Of course, miss.”

She could only imagine how confused he was right now but he d—suddenly the front door of the house opened and she immediately straightened in her seat. Thank god the windows were blacked out.

Her Dad stepped out. He was balancing himself on one crutch and there were less bandages on his face. His hair was clean-cut short and he was wearing pajamas-a matching set-something about that made her want to smile.

She watched him half-limp, half-walk towards the mailbox. He hastily pulled it open and grabbed the mail. He eyed it warily, rubbing his scruff as he did so before making his way back inside.

She waited until he closed the door behind himself to speak.

“We can go now, Ijichi.”

A low, soft moan left her until she realized there were lips on hers. Her eyes fluttered open to find Satoru in bed beside her.

“You’re back.”

He smiled subtly, his hand on her clavicle gently pushing her back down—“Yeah.”

Her eyes darted to the clock only for him to catch her chin, refocusing her attention on him.

“You took a nap?” he inquired softly.

“Yeah,” she closed her eyes, sighing when she felt him kiss her cheek, “dunno why.”

She blindly reached out to rest her hand on his chest, “How was practice?”

“S’good,” he slipped his arm underneath her head, sidling up next to her under the sheets, “would’ve been better if I was here with you instead.”

She smiled slightly, still sleepy enough to not want to open her eyes. She felt his long fingers tap her abdomen.

“Ara?”

“Mhm..”

A short silence ensued before he asked, “Why’d you go to your Dad’s house?”

Her eyes flew open to find him staring right at her, not one readable emotion on his face.

“I just.. wanted to see how he was doing.”

“Why?”

For some reason, she struggled to answer that. She thought it was obvious but maybe it wasn’t—to him.

“He’s my Dad.” was all she managed to say.

He was silent for another moment, it was so unlike him that she couldn’t help but get nervous.

“Do you miss him?” he suddenly asked, an odd undercurrent to his tone.

She quietly observed him. His floppy white hair, pale matte skin, long light lashes, spark-less blue eyes, the solemn set to his lips. Something about him seemed poised in a way that seemed to await her answer.

She couldn’t tell what was going on with him and maybe that should’ve scared her but..

She flattened her palm against his chest, “Are you mad at me?”

His eyes seemed to widen slightly before he blazed with color. He averted her gaze, “No.”

She touched his jaw, “Then why does it feel like it?”

He met her eyes, “It’s not—well,” He subtly shook his head, “I don’t like him, your Dad. I don’t like him at all.”

“Neither do I.”

His hand on her stomach slid around her side, drawing her closer, “You can’t live with him,” it was a demand but his voice wavered, his eyes pleading, “I don’t want you to.”

She stared up at him, her throat feeling oddly obstructed, “I don’t want to.”

“No?” he didn’t give her much time to respond, instead suddenly turning himself atop her. The tip of his nose brushing hers, “Good, cause..”

His vivid eyes didn’t leave hers, “I can’t let you leave.”

“You can’t?”

He shook his head, sliding his fingers through hers.

“Whyyyyy are you guys so boring,” Gojo whined.

“Stop yapping, Satoru.” Geto muttered, barely glancing up from his notebook.

Suddenly Ara felt something light knock into her temple and spotted a paper plane on the floor beside her seat. She glanced over to see Satoru staring at her across the table, a wide grin on his lips.

She kicked his seat, “Don’t bug me.”

Just as she faced her textbook again, he threw his arms up and flung back in seat.

“You guys studied yesterdayyy~” he whined.

A second before the paper plane hit his chin he caught it. His grin widened as he met Ara’s narrowed eyes.

“Just because you don’t have to study doesn’t mean everyone else doesn’t have to.”

“Don’t be jealous, baby.”

“No one is jealous.”

“You sure?”

Geto set his pen down, “I'm two seconds away from kicking you both out this study room.”

“Okay nerd.”

She straightened in her seat, “It’s not my fault! He’s distracting me.”

Geto glared at Satoru, “I’m about to kick you out.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

Geto stood up and Ara’s eyes widened. Everything that happened next was a blur.

One second Geto’s hands were at Gojo’s collar then the next Geto was face first on the floor. The boys were kicking and hollering at each other, horse playing on the floor.

Ara slammed her textbook shut, easily gathering her things as she stood up.

“I’m out.” She closed the study room door behind her.

“Ara! Help me! Get this ape off me!” Gojo yelled.

She heard several camera snaps and turned around.

She attempted to smack the phone out of his hand but he easily raised it out of her reach.

“Why are you taking pics of me?” she demanded.

He smiled, his arms still upraised as he swiped through the pictures, “Because my kitten looks so pretty.”

“You see?” He said before placing the phone right up to her face.

It was.. admittedly a good picture. It was her from the back, staring off at the amusement park they’d just entered. Her silhouette looked good in her Miu Miu mini skirt and knee-length Naked Wolfe platform boots.

He snatched the phone back before she could even think to grab it from him. He was grinning to himself, swiping through the pictures once more.

“It’s good, right? You look so good.”

She sighed, tugging at his sleeve, “Toru, seriously. We got to. Shoko’s waiting for us.”

“Hold on, hold on. Let me make this my lockscreen.”

She glanced up when she heard him whistle. 

He was shaking Geto’s shoulder playfully before tossing his golf stick in the air–somehow making it land upright in the ground.

He glanced in her direction and jogged over, “Baby did you see my shot? It was such a good shot.”

She lowered her phone in her lap, “No.”

“Aww.” he plopped into the seat beside her, “I told you to watch mee~”

“You are such a kid.”

Suddenly he snatched the phone out of her hand, “Who are we texting?”

She tried to reach for her phone, “I’m not texting anybody-!”

He easily caught both her wrists in one hand and held up her phone in the other, “Ooo you looking at jewelry, baby?”

He swiped down to see her cart. It was all Van Cleef & Arpels–ranging from earrings, rings and dainty bracelets. It was all wildly out of her price range but it wasn’t like she was planning on buying it, she just liked to get inspiration.

“This is a nice bracelet,” he noted.

She glanced down to see the picture, “I know right.”

“I can’t wait to see it on your wrist.” he smirked.

Her eyes widened as she watched him go through with the cart, inputting his credit card details by memory.

“What are–”

“Sh, Sh, Sh-”

“Toru, wait-” but it was too late. The confirmation page of the order was already up on her phone, along with pending delivery details. She couldn’t believe it. Even though she hadn’t added too many jewelry pieces to her cart she knew the total had been about 75k. And he’d just purchased it all.

He handed the phone back to her as she gaped.

“What the fuck..” she muttered, shell-shocked.

He kissed her cheek.

She glanced up at him, “What did you do that for?”

“For you.”

“Satoru, you're up!” Geto called.

He placed a deft kiss on her lips before standing and jogging over to Geto, leaving her stunned in silence.

She squirmed, “Toru, please– I’m still sore.”

He loosened his grip, sighing as he cupped her tits. “This bikini looks too good kitten.”

She pushed his hands away, quickly covering her chest as she swam further into the pool. It was admittedly a very sexy bikini set, the first of its kind that she’d ever worn. She felt very naked.

She turned around, “This is why I don’t like wearing what you want. You just want me naked all the time.”

“I do.”

She splashed him with water, making him laugh.

He swam towards her suddenly, splashing her with thrice the amount of water. She yelled, quickly attempting to swim away only to get cornered.

“Okay, okay! That's enough you fool!”

He quickly popped up from the water, closing in on her, “Quitting already?”

She didn’t hesitate in hitting him with a fierce splash but he quickly dodged it. Suddenly she was chasing him around the pool, sending splash after splash after him. He cackled as he attempted to dodge the bombardment of water.

She kept missing him, only to jump to get some distance on him. She jumped atop his back, nearly making him topple into the water–only for his athlete instincts to kick in and easily make him balanced.

“Ara-” he laughed, turning his face aside as she used her spare arm to splash water in his face. Her other arm wound tightly around his shoulders.

He slipped his arms under her legs around his waist, hoisting her higher on his back. “Hold on tight!”

She didn’t have a second to register his words because he was already swimming. He was swimming so fast she nearly screamed. She clutched his back, feeling his back muscles move against her chest. She felt like she was on a jet boat.

Finally he stopped, holding her knees up once more as he straightened.

“How was that?” he questioned, a bright smile on his face.

At her silence he glanced behind himself, “Ara?”

She dropped her face to his back, “I… I’m dizzy.”

He used his arm under her leg to swiftly maneuver her body in front of himself. His arms slipped around her bum, keeping her legs around his waist.

He rubbed her back, tilting his head, “You okay?”

She blinked several times, “Yeah.” her voice revealed something a bit unsure.

He swam towards the poolside, slipping his hands into the dip of her waist before placing her atop the marble floor. Her legs still dipped in the water.

She ran a hand through her wet hair as she breathed, “I’m fine.” she mumbled.

His eyes were alert, “Sorry.”

“No you’re not.”

A grin split across his lips.

She reached over to splash him with water again but he caught her wrist. She attempted to do the same with her other hand but he caught that one too.

“Ugh!” she grunted in frustration only for him to lean over and peck her lips.

“You’re so cute.”

“You’re so annoying.”

“Don’t make me blush baby.”

She stuck her tongue out at him.

His eyes widened, along with his grin, “Ah? Do that again.”

She sharply turned her face aside, “Shut up.”

He chuckled once more, finally releasing her wrists, “Ara..”

Just as she crossed her arms, his index and middle finger turned her chin his way, “I have something to ask you.”

“What now.”

He tilted his head, his bright eyes flickering up and down her face. She thought she saw his adam’s apple bob in his neck.

“So.. SATs are coming up.”

She raised a brow, “And?”

“And college applications are due soon so.. I wanna know your top choice.”

“Top choice?”

“Top choice for university.”

She eyed the faint blush on his cheeks, “Why?”

His hands rested atop the poolside as he drew closer, “I want us to go to college together.”

She tensed.

His intricate eyes scanned her face, unable to read her fixed expression.

“Kitten?” he asked.

She finally moved, her eyes darting up to his. “Are you sure?”

“What?” he asked, completely flabbergasted, “Of course I’m sure.”

He cupped her chin, “You think I can live without you?”

She turned her face a second before he could even think to kiss her.

His nose trailed her cheekbone, “You don’t want to?” he questioned.

She closed her eyes, “I do but.. can we not go far?”

His hand cupped her neck, tilting her face back up, “ ‘course kitten. Stanford then?”

A light laugh slipped out of her, “I know I can get in but can you?”

A grin spread across his lips, “You think you're better than me cuz you're valedictorian?”

“I know I’m better than you.”

His grin widened, “True, but have you checked the ranks?”

“I checked last week.”

“How about this week?”

“No but..” her eyes widened, “Are you saying you’re first again?”

He shrugged.

She shoved him, “Tell me!”

He laughed, loving every second of this, “Maybe.”

“Maybe?!” she barked, “Ugh, give it a week. Once my calc exam is in you’ll be back in your place. Watch.”

Suddenly his arms slipped around her waist and he was burying his face in her neck.

She pushed at his arms, “Toru—“

Suddenly she was pinned to the floor, his hands holding hers down as he bent over her. His tall frame between her legs.

He tilted his head, “Why do you want to stay near here?”

Her eyes lingered on the water droplets falling from his abs before meeting his gaze. Her face flushed.

“Cuz… just cause.”

“Tell me.”

She stared up at him, trying not to get swallowed up whole by the brightness of his blue eyes.

She closed her eyes, “Cuz I want to be near my Dad, okay?”

His jaw clenched as his eyes raked down her body, “You can go to any university in the world.. and that’s what you're gonna choose by?”

Her eyes fluttered open, her expression somewhat somber.

“He doesn’t care y’know.”

Her brows furrowed slightly but he continued anyway, “Does he really matter that much to you?”

“He’s the only family I have.” she answered curtly.

“So? He beat the shit outta you.”

Her expression twisted and she attempted to release herself from his hands pinning hers, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I don’t want you to make another decision based on someone who doesn’t care about you. I care about you. I want the best for you-”

She twisted underneath him, “Toru, let go of me—“

He bent lower over her, “Listen to me.”

She froze, her breath incredibly shaky.

“I am listening. You want to know my top choice? Anything in fucking California. That’s what I want, okay? If you don’t like it then go somewhere else.”

“Go somewhere else?” he repeated quietly.

She swallowed, unable to find any words.

“Without you?” he pressed.

Her heart raced in her chest, “N—no.”

“Hmm,” he hummed approvingly before running a hand down her side, “That’s what I thought.”

“Stanford?” Geto questioned on the other end of the line.

“Yeah Stanford.”

“Why?”

“Cuz,” he hadn’t really thought this through, “Stanford’s.. nice.”

Geto scoffed, “Nice? That’s it?”

“Yes?”

“You couldn’t decide what college you wanted to go for the past two years but suddenly you wake up and decide that Stanford is nice?”

Before he even had the chance to respond, Geto asked, “Does Ara have something to do with this?”

Gojo couldn’t help but chuckle, “Maybe~”

Geto sighed.

“Gojo!” she whined as he lifted her up from the couch. “Gojo, put me down!”

He smacked her ass over his shoulder, “Nah.”

“Gojo!” she yelled while attempting to kick her feet but his other arm quickly held her legs down.

He playfully bit her hip as he walked, “Don’t whine kitten.”

She attempted to twist herself away but it was impossible, “Satoru seriously— I want to finish the movie!”

“Then you shouldn’t have kissed me.”

“You kissed me.”

He merely shook his head, “Tsk, tsk, tsk.”

Her small fists hit his back and he laughed.

Just as he opened their bedroom door, she raised her head. Her eyes landed on the maid down the hallway, staring right at her. A slight blush on her face.

Before Ara could even think of feeling embarrassed Gojo kicked the door closed behind them.

“Satoru?”

“Hm?” he glanced up from his phone. He was rather comfortable, lounging on one of the several patio chairs.

Ara rubbed the back of her neck as she approached him, “Um.. you remember how i’m supposed to go shopping with Mils today?”

He tossed his phone onto the empty seat beside him and straightened.

“The shopping spree you rudely refuse to let me join? Yes.”

She stood before him, “Baby I need some girl time.”

He pouted, “I can be a girl?”

She cupped his chin and shook it, “Just because you're as pretty as one doesn’t mean you can be one.”

His eyes brightened, “I’m pretty?”

She shoved his face away but he quickly faced her again—a devious grin on his lips.

His white brows wriggled, “Are you gonna talk about me?”

She squinted, “No, why would I talk about trash.”

His arms slipped around her, tugging her close as he rested his chin atop her bosom.

“Meanie~”

Suddenly she was flipped into his arms, fully laying on his lap. She gasped.

He nuzzled her hair before tilting his head to drop a kiss on her lips. Just as his lips connected with hers she gently cupped his chin, pacing him. He pecked her, his eyes fluttering open to peek at her face as she kissed him back. He pecked her again and grinned when he felt her breath hitch.

Just as he drew closer to deepen the kiss, her fingers slipped into his hair–pulling him back.

“Wait–toru, wait–” she fought to catch her breath, “I have to go.”

He whined, “Right now?”

She nodded, “Yeah, Ijichi’s waiting outside but I need your help.”

“What do you need?”

She hesitated a second before admitting, “I-um, I want to shop but I.. I don’t have any money.”

It was true. She’d left the spare cash she had at her Dads and even if she did have the debit card her Dad had given her she wouldn’t feel comfortable using it.

His eyes widened, “Oh!”

He reached into his pocket, fishing out his Bottega Veneta wallet. He took out a credit card and gave it to her.

“Keep it.”

She stared blankly as he put it in her hand.

“It’s yours.” he added further.

She felt her face heat up, “I can give it back after—“

“I just said it’s yours, kitten. Buy whatever you want.”

She continued to stare at him and he stared back—only to cackle a second later.

“You can’t take anything normally huh?” he squeezed her cheek, “It’s always somethin’ new. Never a-” suddenly his voice turned saccharine, “‘Thank you, Toru’ ‘You're the best boyfriend ever, Toru-“

She quickly stood up from his lap, “I’m leaving.”

“Nooo~” he whined as he latched onto her, keeping her in his lap. He buried his face into her nape, “You can’t go yet.”

“Stop it-“

“Two minutes, just two minutes.”

“Toru!”

She jolted up from the bed, breathless. Her mouth felt terribly dry and her hands.. her hands were shaking.

She stared at her trembling fingers before registering.. I had a nightmare.

It’d been a terrible one at that, so terrible she wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. She could feel her scream stuck in her throat.

She blinked, trying to remember the details but the more she tried to think of it, the more it escaped her. She was grasping at straws but something within her felt an almost frantic pressure to remember. Something had happened, something bad-bad enough to feel real. She didn’t want to forget, she couldn’t—

Suddenly a hand slipped into the curve of her waist, “Ara?”

She glanced over to see Gojo propped on an arm behind her, his bright eyes nearly illuminating in the dark. His white hair tousled and disorderly from sleep.

She gently touched his face, her fingers pushing his soft silver-white hair back, “I’m okay.” she attempted to murmur only for her breathlessness to betray her.

His thin brows furrowed subtly, “Bad dream?”

She didn’t answer, merely moving to lay down underneath him, under the crook of his arm. His eyes followed her, never leaving her stoic face. They both knew it wasn’t the first time.

She avoided his gaze for a second, absentmindedly running her fingers over his collar bone before nodding.

He watched her flit about before lowering himself to press a gentle kiss on her forehead. Then another between her brows… on the bridge of her nose… the tip of her nose… then her lips.

Her lips quivered under his, making a heady rush hit his lower abdomen but he forced himself to think past it and be calm. He let his tongue sweep her mouth just once before breaking the kiss.

Her lips were swollen and parted. She was breathless all over again.

He searched her face, trying to find his focus but he didn’t need to when her hands suddenly slipped around his neck and they were kissing once more. It was sloppy, desperate and unexpectedly wanton in every degree.

Her nails dug into his scalp and kept him close. His hand found her tits, squeezing and groping needily. Fuck. He’d already had her tonight but hell he could never help himself when it came to her.

He meant to ask her about the nightmare, how they were coming a bit too often but– “Fuck,” he rasped out raggedly, breaking the kiss.

Her hand was wrapped around his cockhead, her thumb rubbing his tip before running up and down as much of his length she could reach. His hips bucked in response to her touch.

She never touched him there first, especially unprompted. If he ever wanted her to touch his cock he’d have to cup her tiny hand in his and guide her there.

She squeezed his cockhead, making him gasp before bucking into her harder. Her small palm ran along the underside of his length, feeling all his veins and heat. He could feel his cock throb in her hands as she rubbed him.

His forehead pressed into hers as he groaned. He was fully erect now and she knew it too. His cock had grown in size and felt incredibly hot and solid in her fingers. His pre-cum dribbled out the tip, making her palm sticky as her pace quickened.

He yanked the blankets off and flipped himself over her, eyes alert. He took in her frame and his cock twitched at the sight.

She was naked, hair splayed out over the pillow and legs loose around his waist. Hickeys strewn all over her skin, the fresher ones around her tits turning a deeper color.

He leaned lower, aligning his fully stiff cock at her entrance. Just touching her with the tip made his body gripe with lust.

He’d meant to tease her, maybe slide his cock through her folds a little, let his tip tease her clit but the second his cock touched her wetness his thoughts were set aflame. His jaw locked and he drove his cock straight into her pussy in one forceful stroke.

She cried out, her tits jumping as she jolted sensitively. Her hips could only tremble as her cunt squeezed around him. It always hurt when he fit himself inside all at once—but right now it hurt so good. She felt full in a way that she couldn’t think.

He was breathing heavily above her, his hand forming a fist at the crown of her head as he began to move his cock with no mercy. He was determined to show her what it meant to finish what she started.

“Satoru!” she cried while digging her nails into his shoulders.

He thrusted into her, hard and fast. As if they didn’t have any spare time to waste. He was hungry and she could feel it in each buck of his hips.

“Dont worry, baby.” he murmured huskily into her ear as she whined, “I got you.”

He pounded into her, burying his cock impossibly deeper each time. He knew it was a lot for her but he couldn’t help himself. He told himself she wouldn’t either—if she knew how good she felt.

Her insides clutched his cock like he was her lifeline. Fuck, if he wasn’t already, he should be. She was his lifeline as it was.

“ah—ah-aHh! Satoru—Satoru!!” 

Fuck. He couldn’t stop. He kissed her, hard. She was too distracted to kiss him back. He felt her wet tears against his cheek and it made his thrusts get sloppy with heat.

He was close. So close. A few more thrusts—

Suddenly her fingers curled in his hair, her body arching underneath him as her insides gushed with fluid. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her head moving side to side desperately as she begged, “S-satoru—please!”

He exploded, cumming buckets and buckets and buckets into her heat. It didn’t matter that he’d already came inside her earlier in the night, something about her made him cum loads each time. And this time was no different.

He panted as he fell into the crook of her neck. He felt her body tremble oh so delicately underneath his.

He was still for a beat before kissing the skin underneath her ear and lowering his hand to where they were still joined. His thumb found her clit, making her jolt sensitively.

A small grin slid onto the end of his lip when he heard her slight, broken breath turn bated as he rubbed her tiny, slick bud.

“Toru,” she rasped out, unable to successfully twist away due to being pinned under him, “T-toru, what are you doing?”

The gentle pressure of his thumb against her clit picked up, making her shiver.

“What you did to me.” he murmured. “Waking you up.”

“I’m—I’m already awake.” she stuttered out, his thumb was making circles over her clit now.

“Hmm,” he hummed, “You didn’t cum.”

“I-I did.”

He used his thumb and forefinger to lightly squeeze her clit, making her lose all her breath.

“No you didn’t.”

“I did!” she gasped out desperately.

She shoved at his shoulders just as he began to move inside her, his cock slowly thrusting into the mess they’d made inside her. The wet sound echoing promiscuously in the room.

“Then prove it.” he whispered into her neck before licking underneath her jaw, along her several hickies as if sealing them in.

He straightened above her, looking down to see her eyes squinted shut and her lips twisted in unwanted desire. His cock throbbed as he thrusted into her harder.

“Prove it to me and do it again.”

“Millie, where the hell are we?” she asked.

Millie laughed, her tone as lighthearted as ever, “Don’t worry about it, just come.”

Millie took her hand and pulled her out of the car. Before them was one of the most extravagant hotels Ara had ever seen. It was absolutely insane.

She stared at the palm trees surrounded pool in shock. It had to be the biggest pool she’d ever seen in her life. The lights decorating the pathway to hotel doors were lit with real fire as Millie dragged her to the entrance.

Their heels clacked along the marble ground as they walked up to the main doors. They’d spent the entire day together–pointlessly glamming themselves up to the most excessive degree. From massages, to manicures, pedicures, eyebrow threading, hair, makeup, shopping, shopping and more shopping. From clothes, jewelry, shoes, accessories–anything that they liked they picked up. Gojo had said she could use her card on anything she wanted and Millie was more than happy to run it up–she nearly regretted telling Millie that.

But-at the same time-if she couldn’t spend with her best friend then what the hell was the point? Even if they’d blown through more money than she’d ever spent in the last decade in one day, it was admittedly a blast. It felt like something out of a dream.

The only thing she regretted was smoking a little weed in the car because now her head felt fuzzy–very fuzzy.

Ara couldn’t help but notice the security guards lining the walls the second they entered the lobby. Paranoia immediately seeped into her veins.

She turned and sharply faced Millie-only to become momentarily silenced. Millie looked stunning, her hair was pinned in a sexy, undone but not, 90s inspired updo that suited her incredibly well. Her mini-dress and heels matched perfectly and something about her dark brown smokey eye makeup brought out her eyes in the most appealing way. Damn, her best friend was hot.

Millie blinked, “What?”

Ara shook her head-pulling herself out of her reverie, “You’re hot.”

Millie smirked, squeezing her hand, “You’re hotter.”

Ara rolled her eyes before remembering her original task, “Listen,” she tugged her hand, “What are we doing here? We better not be doing something stupid. There’s a shit ton of security here.” she whispered.

Millie giggled, “Why do you always think the worst of me? We’re not sneaking in anywhere, don’t worry.”

“Then what are we doing here?”

Millie shook her head, “Just trust m-”

Ara glared, “What is this? Seriously?”

Millie let go of her hand and motioned for her to stay where she was, “Just hold on a sec.”

Ara stared at Millie in complete aggravation as she watched the girl walk up to the front desk. They were supposed to go to Millie’s place to drop off her shopping bags and then to Gojo’s place to drop off her own stuff. They then planned to just hang out and take pics there–not whatever this was.

She glanced up at the glass ceiling, reveling in the sight of the gorgeous starlit night sky before realizing it was rather late. Gojo was bound to be worried. Fuck.

She flipped open her clutch to find her phone–only to see it wasn’t inside. Oh shit.

Her heart rate skyrocketed–suddenly she felt a hand on her elbow and glanced up to see Millie with two security guards behind her.

Millie smiled, “C���mon lets go.”

Ara stared at the three of them in confusion, unable to speak for a moment. “..Millie..?”

“Just c’mon.” Millie slid her hand around her elbow and began to walk towards the elevator. The security guards followed.

“Wait,” Ara pulled her arm out of hers, “I can’t find my phone. I think I left it in the car. I need to call Ijichi–”

“Just don’t worry about it.” Millie hassled her into the elevator–nearly making Ara trip over her heels.

“What the fuck, Millie?” Ara asked harshly. She swiveled around to notice the security guards follow them inside the elevator and press a button to a floor she couldn’t see due to the guards’ huge stature blocking the way.

“I’m sorry, I just need you to be patient for a sec.”

Ara immediately refocused her attention to her, “Patient? What the fuck is going on? Do you even know where we are going?”

Millie pursed her lips and shrugged.

Ara raised a brow, “Are you good? I need my phone. I need to call Ijichi–or Gojo.”

Millie smacked her teeth, “Gojo? Are you still thinking about him right now? Just quit already–you're like a lovesick girlfriend.”

Ara glared, “What the hell? You know he’s the one on my ass all the time. He’s probably texted you already, asking about me.”

“Doesn’t he have your location?”

“Yeah but if I don’t text him often he gets pissy. You know this.”

Millie giggled, “Is he the girl in the relationship?”

Ara couldn’t help but chuckle, “You still want to date him?”

“Yes, especially if he gives me that credit card.”

Ara didn’t get the chance to respond because suddenly the elevator doors opened to reveal a lavishly adorned rooftop–everything pastel purple and white themed. Her favorite colors..

Suddenly the sound of confetti cannons went off, making her jump.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!”

Ara was pushed out the elevator by Millie to see several of her classmates waiting for her, hooting and hollering like animals. Pastel purple confetti everywhere. Shoko crushed her in a hug first.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!” Shoko pulled back, beaming-it wasn’t hard to tell from the flush on her cheeks that she’d already started drinking.

Shoko’s eyes widened, before pinching her cheek, “You look soo good, girl. Damn.”

Ara blushed slightly, “Thank you.”

“No thank you,” Shoko placed a hand on her shoulder, “Seriously. You’re probably…” She paused, as if trying to find the right words, “one of the coolest people I’ve ever met.” she said with a firm nod.

Ara paused, “Really?”

“Yeah, you’re.. you. And you don’t let anyone else around you make you otherwise, I like that. You don’t let Gojo get his way all the time either, which is exactly what he needs. He needs to hear some no’s in his life. And get humbled. Lots of humbling.”

Shoko shook her head, smiling to herself as she continued, “It’s honestly refreshing to hear him complain about you.”

“He complains about me?”

Shoko laughed, “Little things like you refusing to go to an escape room with him or you forcing him to wear a seat belt ever since he nearly totaled that car.”

Ara refrained from rolling her eyes, she’d only seen a video of the 'almost' incident but he’d been two seconds away from smashing the car front first into a bridge and that was all she needed to witness to shut it down. She knew it’d be impossible to stop his chronic speeding but a seatbelt was the least she could do. It hadn’t even been his car either, it was Geto’s.

Shoko continued with a humorous smile, “He gets so upset when you don’t use his gifts.”

Ara’s eyes widened indignantly, “He gives me too many.”

“It’s honestly hilarious,” she chuckled before shrugging, “It’s stupid but like, lots of the girls he’s been with were honestly.. pushovers and it was highkey nauseating. You know how to handle him though.”

Ara opened her mouth slightly, intending to respond but.. 

Is that how it looks like? Stoic, studious Ara keeping fuckboy billionaire Gojo in line? She supposed only Millie knew of his possessiveness but then.. maybe to others it really did look like he was in line. He rarely did things without her, in fact he didn’t even party without her–out of his own accord. He listened to her every whim and desire and was almost desperate to do so—outside of bed.

Shoko patted her cheek, drawing her out of her thoughts, “I just hope he doesn’t do something stupid and lose you.”

She stared at Shoko’s sincere expression for a moment, feeling her heart tighten suddenly. She didn’t have much time to dwell on it though because the second Shoko let go of her shoulder, she went stumbling backwards.

Before Ara could even outstretch her hands Nanami appeared and caught Shoko a second before she truly toppled over. His arms slipped around her waist and she melted into him. Shoko mumbled something incoherent in his neck and a warm smile immediately bloomed on his face.

He glanced towards Ara, his kind smile widening, “She’s fine, I promise.”

She watched his hand caress Shoko’s short hair as he continued, “Happy birthday. I hope you like our gift. Ieiri went through a lot to make sure you liked it.”

Shoko placed her index finger on his lips, still keeping her face buried in his shoulder as she did this, “Don’t tell her what it is.”

“I didn’t!” he exclaimed.

Ara laughed only to suddenly be pulled into another hug. Then another and another. All of Shoko’s friends. Arden. Mina. Leah, they all wished her and updated her on random tea about their classmates that she could’ve lived without hearing but she didn’t mind. When the conversation turned to her outfit they showered her with such compliments she couldn’t help but feel bubbly inside–until Arden spoke.

“Listen, I don’t know about you guys but the second she stepped out that elevator my g-string got soaked.”

A short silence ensued and she added, “Just saying.”

Mina spoke, “Girl what.”

“It’s the bi in me.”

Leah laughed as Mina playfully shoved Arden. Ara shook her head, giggling under her breath as she turned around–only to run into Toji and Haibara.

Haibara beamed the second he saw her, “Birthday girl!!!!”

He outstretched his arms but quickly looked past her, seeming to notice something-or someone-and pretended to run his hand through his hair. Ara was too in her own head to notice. She hadn’t exactly been mentally prepared to see so many people.

Regardless, Haibara’s smile offered her a semblance of reassurance. He had that sort of aura-of a human teddy bear.

She returned his smile, “That’s me~”

He suddenly whipped out his phone, “Your reaction was so funny, look look. You really looked around trying to find out who’s birthday it was.”

Ara watched the video on his phone to see he was right. When everyone shouted happy birthday, she’d broken her neck to look everywhere and behind herself like a fool.

She moved his arm away to get the video out of her sight before she could over-analyze herself further. She hated being photographed, videoed or any of the like.

“That’s cuz I forgot it was my birthday.”

“You really forgot?” he asked.

“Yeah.” she shrugged. Her family never did anything on the day so-aside from a happy birthday text from Millie-it was just a regular day to her.

“Well,” Toji’s deep voice rumbled, “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you.”

He nodded, his dark hair swaying subtly as he did so. It should be illegal for his narrow green eyes to look as seductive as they did while merely maintaining eye contact.

“You look pretty.” he complimented. The words were simple, truly straightforward and yet his sensual voice made it feel like something more. No wonder women dropped like flies around his feet.

She raised her chin imperceptibly, “Thanks Toji.”

Out of all of Gojo’s friends, he was the one she least got along with. Maybe because they were both somewhat the quiet type but it was also because she wasn’t a fool.

She knew-given the chance-he’d rip her clothes off without a second's delay if she asked. He wouldn’t even care if Gojo came after him. He was just that sort of person. But even he with all his lingering stares and subtle seductive tactics wasn’t aware of Gojo’s limits—or moreso, the lack thereof.

She was forced to break their little staring contest when a hand suddenly grabbed her elbow and twirled her around. She was met with Millie’s sly grin and Geto standing a slight bit behind her. He greeted her with a small smile.

“Having fun?” Millie teased.

Ara tilted her head, “Did you set all this up?”

“I’m rich but not that rich,” she jutted her chin somewhere to her right, “That’s all him right there.”

Ara glanced over to see Gojo leaning against a railing, somewhat excluded from the others for a change. He looked like something straight out of a romance movie. His silky white hair had been pushed back, minus for the few unruly strands that hung over his forehead. He’d grown his hair out a bit-at her request-but she liked the way it looked more weighted at his nape, like a little mane.

He wore a simple black dress-shirt, untucked from his matching pants. The outfit was simple and yet the subtle contours of his tautly muscular frame made it all the more appealing. He was unbuttoning the top few buttons at his collar when he caught her gaze. The corner of his glossy lips immediately lifting upwards.

Her heart skipped a beat.

“He’s waiting for youuu.” Millie sang into her ear.

Ara was suddenly forced forward by Millie’s not-so-subtle push.

She walked towards him, feeling her breath grow shallow with each step. His eyes remained transfixed on her. She didn’t miss the way his gaze dropped to take her in from head to toe. When his eyes found hers again, a pale pink hue decorated his cheeks.

He straightened off the railing, “Hi kitten.”

She stopped right before him. A tiny smile finding its way to her lips, “Hey.”

He brought his arm around from behind himself to reveal a bouquet of white hibiscus flowers. Her favorite flower. She didn’t meet his eyes as he handed it to her.

“Satoru..”

“Don’t be mad at me,” he rushed out, “please.”

She glanced up at him.

“I know you don’t like people. That’s why I kept it small. I just.. had to do something. I had to. Especially after you told me you never did anything for your birthday before-I didn’t like it. You deserve to be celebrated-”

A small laugh left her lips, “I deserve to be celebrated?”

“Yes.” he replied indignantly.

She shook her head, “You worry about the oddest things.”

He blinked slowly, “..you hate this.”

“I would’ve been happy even if it was just us, y’know.” she replied gently.

His eyes widened for a moment before he hung his head, “I’m sorry.”

She set the flowers down on a nearby table before touching his arm, “I didn’t say I wasn’t happy now though.”

He lifted his head slightly, a hint of that boyish spark returning to his eyes. He searched her face, “..really?”

She nodded, “This is all.. really nice actually. No one’s ever surprised me before.”

The corner of his lip lifted tantalizingly, “You like it?”

She slipped her arms around his shoulders, “Only this once.”

His devilishly handsome smile returned in full force before he crushed her to himself. His strong arms tightening around her waist to lift her up as he kissed her. Her hands wound themselves in his hair as they kissed. She felt his heartbeat through his shirt and couldn’t help but smile against his lips. He’d been nervous and she couldn’t help but find it undeniably cute.

He lowered her to her feet but didn’t let her go, showering her face with kisses as she laughed.

She gently shoved his firm shoulders, “Toru, stop.”

He kissed her temple, still keeping her close as he whined, “I can’ttttt.”

One of his hands around her waist slid low to her ass, giving it a squeeze.

She glared up at him, “Satoru.”

He grinned.

“Alright lovebirds,” Millie’s familiar voice rang out from their left, drawing them out of their little bubble. “Now that you’re done sucking each other’s faces off, I need to take a picture with the birthday girl.”

She took Ara’s hand and walked her over to a lengthy, elaborate flower wall made solely of white hibiscus flowers. Ara gaped.

Millie shoved her phone in Gojo’s chest only for him to catch her wrist, “Milsss, don’t you think her boyfriend should get a pic with her first?”

“I’m her best friend.”

“So.”

“So?” Millie nearly yelled.

“I set this whole place up.”

“You mean the people you hired set this place up.”

“Same difference.”

“It’s most definitely not. Do you know what it took to get her here? She nearly bit my head off in the elevator.”

“Did she?” Ara could hear the grin in his voice.

“Yeah! It was hard as hell to sneak her phone from her too cuz you kept texting her..”

As they bickered, Ara couldn’t help but take a moment to look around. Some of her classmates were already taking pictures in front of the flower wall while others were at the drink table. Pouring themselves drink after drink as they meandered about. Laughter and music filling the air. And the view… the rooftop view was to die for. It was something she never could’ve imagined in a million lifetimes.

It was in moments like these where she’d wonder.. 

How did I get here?

Ara pulled the blanket up to Millie’s shoulders. She was passed out, like most of her classmates once they brought the party inside the penthouse suite of the hotel. It was nearly 5 am so she couldn’t blame them.

“Psst.”

Ara glanced over to see Gojo walking her way, a drink in hand. She knew he didn’t drink so..

“If that drink is for me then you can put it away.”

He grinned, “Nah it’s water.”

“Oh,” she took it from him and then took a sip, only to spit it out, “That’s vodka!”

“Eheheh,” She shoved him as he sat down on the couch beside her. He motioned towards Millie, “She’s out?”

Ara nodded, “She drank enough for everyone combined.”

“That’s what I’m talking about.”

Ara squinted, “You don’t even drink.”

“Shhh,” he slipped his hand into hers, “Can I steal you now?”

“For what?”

“I have to show you something.”

She was silent for a moment, “It’s too early for a prank.”

He grinned brightly, “It’s not a prank. I promise.”

a/n: continued in chapter 5 [ part III ]

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written portion at the end!!

"god fuckin' damnit." yn sighed as she put her phone down. she was currently in her last lecture of the day, contemplating how she got into this mess. and how all of her friends suddenly knew oikawa tooru. and how he found her twitter and followed it.

yn had met matsukawa issei in their last term during their first year of school, and while they were not too close, they did have one thing in common. they loved to go out. their drunk escapades slowly began to include mattsun's not-boyfriend-but-boyfriend makki, and they all slowly began to get a bit closer.

being that all of their friends were intertwined, it would be a matter of time before they all figured out what was going on between oikawa and yn. their hookups have surprisingly pre-dated all of yn's friendships in college, which have been difficult to come by. being from another country and also an introvert were really big roadblocks.

oikawa never seemed to care about that though. the first night they met, during their first term in their first year, he had approached her at some sort of welcome party an older student was throwing. yn had quickly figured out that he was a chronic flirter, but had enough alcohol in her system to go home with him. which ended up happening every weekend of the first year, and now second year as well. it was nice for yn to have physical contact, as that was hard to come by now having broken up with her ex and being that she had close to no friends in japan. it was a distraction, something that satisfied her needs with no feelings.

these days however, now that he knows more than just her first name and how to please her, it's too complicated. and wildly uncomfortable.

flashback: 1st term, 1st year

"smoking's not a good look on such a pretty face like yours" yn heard behind her on the balcony. the inside was stuffy and the music felt like it was eating her eardrums alive, so she had made her way outside for some peace and quiet. only for it to be disturbed.

"oh yeah? and who are you to have an opinion on that?" the girl looked over her shoulder to see who was behind her. she was met with a pair of chocolate brown eyes and windswept hair to match.

oikawa thinks his heart may have stopped when she turned to look at him. he had seen her inside and thought she was pretty, sure, but out here was a different story. the moonlight caused her e/c eyes to glow, and her hair seemed so much softer out here. his eyes widened a bit and he choked on his words a bit before responding.

"im oikawa. oikawa tooru. and sorry, truthfully i couldn't think of another way to approach you." he walked up towards the edge of the balcony, taking his place to her right. she took a long drag before offering it towards him wordlessly.

"no thanks, i'm an athlete i can't really do that stuff."

"but you're at a party, clearly intoxicated. i wonder what your coach would think of that." she shot back.

"touche. you never told me your name." he chuckled in his response.

"yn."

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notes:

the "smokings not a good look on you" line was actually used on me

i was at a club in singapore and an old man (maybe like 50-60 yrs old) literally started talking to me while i had a cig in my hand like go away u creep im 20

he texted me on whatsapp later abt that like mind ur business

idk why i gave him my number tbh i just wanted to see if hed buy me drinks

anyways i love matsukawa issei (whats new)

little flashback moment to when their whole affair started!!

either the next chapter or the next two chapters shi may go down

[heichou-ackerman]

Texting Levi fluff

Levi hates texting but he likes you. Another modern!AU which I am re-uploading since tumblr was stupid about it

TW: Some slight cussing but nothing MORE

It was rare for Levi to actually utilize his phone for  anything more than just make necessary calls, checking the weather, and keeping up to date with his monthly Tea Box subscription.

Lately, however, he found himself spending more time watching the bright screen on his phone, face scrunched up, as he began to understand the means of what it meant to actually meant to maintain consistent communication.

Unfortunately for him, you seemed to have a knack for coercing him to text you throughout the day no matter how busy he actually was with his actual work or with his own personal chores.

He both liked and hated this about you. Although your apparent clingy behavior was charming at best, it was a bit exhausting for the introverted man to keep up with some of your needs.

Like clockwork, your good morning texts would pop up at almost the exact same time every weekday (he actually began to depend on that more to wake up than his actual alarm). He learned the hard way you really had expectations of him texting you back and in maintaining a conversation with you from morning to night, at least during the days where you both were unable to see each other.

It was a pain in the ass.. Single word responses were insufficient to satisfy your need to drag out his opinion about a variety of things, ranging from your choice of lunch for the day and where he saw himself in ten years. He really didn’t understand why you valued his opinion so much about these things or why it was important for you to know.

>where do you see yourself in 10 years Levi? :)

> I dont know.

>Come on! Do you wanna live in a different city or something like that?

> I see myself being 10 years older

>You suck

He got a bit better over time, unaware of how he began to think a little more in depth about his responses to you. If he was curt and short, you would become upset at him. When it was something more of a slight flirtatious advance, his screen would be filled with heart emojis. He wouldn’t admit it but there was some satisfaction in seeing you reply eagerly to him. A curious feeling but not a bad one.

>cant wait to see your face on the weekend!

>you literally saw me yesterday

>so you dont wanna see me then?

>I didnt say that

>so you are excited to see me too :)

>I didnt say that either

>awe, getting tired of me already I see

>I told you Im not going to respond to anything stupid you say

>You just did! :D

>everything you say is stupid so Im at a loss

He wondered  if you acted this way with anyone else. He supposed, the way you tended to be, that you were equally as warm and inviting to most of your circle. Not to say, he wanted to have this particular ‘treatment’ for himself only, but it genuinely felt like you did dedicate most of the day to stay in touch with him as much as you could.

In the past, Levi would had found this overwhelming. He appreciated his friendships and relationships with others, but he was also someone who valued his privacy, and most people in his semi social circle understood this of him. He would be the type to hang out a Saturday evening and then would be completely out of reach for the rest of the month, which was minimal for him. He was unbothered for most of the time, which to be fair, is the way he preferred it.

Once you and him became an item however, there was a noted disruption in this rather, exclusive lifestyle of his. It wasn't awful but it was something he was not attuned to, so it made things feel awkward during some of these interactions.  Despite his standoffish demeanor and his lack of substance in some of his messages, you still kept at it. You didn't shy away from him or even become too upset when his responses seemed bland or cold. It seemed like you had an understanding of the type of person he was, but you still wanted to simply spend as much time in touch with him as possible. You genuinely craved for his attention and treated it as something important and precious.   And this simple fact made him like you so much. So, he would make an effort.

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After a long day at his office job, Levi arrived home, throwing his belongings onto his couch, not caring much about things spilling out, and flopping onto his bed, a deep sigh coming out from his nose.   It was a shitty day at the office to say the least, which soured his mood for most of the day. As usual, you made attempts to message him throughout the work day, but he would be lying if he said there was a bare minimum effort at responding back to you. He knew you were probably peeved off at his lack of consistency for today, but he was far too exhausted to really explain himself about the matter.

He closed his eyes for a bit, feeling he might literally drift of to sleep still in his day clothes, when he felt the vibrations from his phone go off in his pocket. He groaned slightly, knowing only one person in the world would message him at such a time. He reached into his pocket to pull it out, squinting at the bright screen to see your name pop up with the following message:

> are you mad at me? :(

Jesus fucking Christ. He knew if he began to entertain the conversation (and no he wasn't mad at you), he would probably be up for another couple of hours trying to reassure you of this fact. He debated to leave it as it was for the sake of being able to go to sleep, but at the risk of you blowing up his phone the entire night.   "Goddammit." He muttered to himself. He sighed heavily, bracing for the worst as he gave into it and began to message you.

>no, long day at work

There, that should be sufficient, right?

Not even five seconds later, he saw those three dots appear, indicating you were messaging him back. He pictured you literally hunched over your phone like some gremlin, texting him rapidly.

>awe, im sorry to hear that. you home now?

Okay, not too bad. It seemed like you were considerate of his situation at the moment. He blinked forcefully, feeling his eyelids begin to droop as he stared at your response on his screen. No, he wouldn't be able to last long like this, he might as well just cut it short.

>yeah im home, super tired, need to sleep.

He hit the send button and set his phone down, allowing his eyes to droop shut, feeling the inbound sleep coming to him. He would literally be able to fall asleep and wake up in the same position the following morning, and for a couple of minutes, it felt as if this would be the case.

And then his phone begins to ring.

His eyes shoot out open as he become startled by his ringtone, and by nature, he immediately picks up the phone, being met with its bright screen.

It was you. Of course it was.

Levi rubbed his hand over his face, muttering curses at you and at the situation. It really didn't even fucking matter at this point if he tried ignoring you. He sighed heavily as he lazily answered, bringing you over to his ear.

"What." He muttered, not even as a question.

He could hear you slightly giggling over the other line, which made him kind of irritated. He told you how tired he was, we’re you really just fucking with him?

"Just wanted to check in to see if you're okay. But I can tell that you are super sleepy." He heard you on the other line.

"Yeah." He replied simply. "I told you I was."

"Sorry. You mentioned you had a hard day at work, I figured you wanted to talk about, buuuut I didn't think you'd be this tired. You usually stay up pretty late, even during your worst days."

Well, you weren't wrong about that. He would usually be a night owl most weekday evenings, entertaining your text shenanigans well off into midnight.

"I'm fine." He iterated, allowing his phone to fall next to his head, close enough to still hear you. He kept his eyes closed, still somewhat attentive to you. "Work was shit but I'm fine. Sleepy."

"Want me to tell you a bed time story?" You asked softly, jokingly of course.

"No. "

"Didn't think you'd want one. Want me to sing you a lullaby?"

"No, fucking weirdo."

“Kidding, kidding. Kinda sucks, but I’d be so down to just do that thing you like me to do to you. If I was there of course.”

He raised a slight eyebrow, eyes narrowing slightly towards his ceiling. “I literally don’t have the energy to talk nasty right now.”

“No!” You exclaimed. “Not that stupid. I meant like, that one night when I was playing with your hair and you fell asleep on my lap.” He hummed in consideration. “Ah, yeah. Maybe. That was nice.” It wasn’t too long ago, but it was another of those exhausting evenings for him, similar to this one. You mindlessly began to run your fingers through his hair, coaxing him to rest on your lap as you minded yourself on your phone. Your fingers were soft and it seemed like they knew exactly which parts of his scalp would respond the best. It was no secret he enjoyed your pampering from time to time, although he would never directly ask you for it. He would always hope you would initiate it however and it seemed as if you had an intuition of when he really needed. This being one of those times.

You chuckled softly on the other line. "Okay, okay, let me leave you be then sleepy head. Can I text you tomorrow then?"

Why the hell are you asking that?

You didn’t need his permission to do so, and its not like you ever asked him for it.

"Why are you asking that?" He asked you bluntly, his voice low.

You stayed quiet for a bit on the other line for a bit, and Levi could feel the hesitation from you.  "Don't know. Just wanted to be a bit considerate."

Considerate? Considerate of what?

He should really go to bed, he thought. But there was something weird about you right now.

"What's with you?" He continued to probe. "You're being weirder than usual."

"Gee, thanks." You respond dramatically. "But nothing is wrong, I just wanna be considerate of, your time lets say."

He sighed loudly enough for you to be able to hear him on the other line. "Okay, I'm too tired to be subtle about it. What's wrong? What did I do?”

" "Nothing Levi!" You exclaim with a laugh. "I just wanna be mindful of not bothering you too much during the day, especially when you got all this stuff to do at work. I realize I can be a little too demanding of your attention, but I also don't want you to feel obligated as well. Hence...why I asked if it was okay."

Yeah, he agreed in his mind that you were a little bit demanding at times with this, but you weren’t overtly intrusive about it. Plus, if he was actually bothered by it, what was stopping him from simply blocking your messages during his shift? He obviously didn't do it because he didn't think of it that way.

"Don't be stupid." He replied lowly. "Let's be real, you'd lose your shit if I didn't reply to you during the day. Regardless, I'm fine, it doesn't bother me."

"You sure?" You asked a bit skeptically. He could tell you were genuine about all of this, and even if you did like to be overtly clingy, he understood you were capable of understanding necessary boundaries about things. He would never admit it to you, but you were capable of making mature choices about things.

He kept thinking of that particular pout you'd make when you tried to be serious with him. He didn't know if you made it on purpose but it was a rather cute feature about you. He imagined you making that same face right now as you tried to see if he was actually okay with you. He felt a smile form on his face.

"I'm sure, you brat." He responded back. "I enjoy talking to you, it makes work a bit more bearable. So stop asking me for permission like some kid."

He could hear you hum rather approvingly on the other line. "Okie dokie then. But legit, go ahead at get some rest. I'll check in with you in the morning yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Good night, love you."

He grunted back to you as his response. Yeah, he was still like that about those words. It was hard for him to say it back to you without feeling the need to be swallowed whole by the entire earth. He did care deeply for you, without a doubt, but it was as if he physically couldn't utter those things to you. At least not yet, it was still a work in progress.

You hung up on him on your end, and Levi rolled over to his side, breathing in deeply. An image of you kept popping into his head, wondering how this conversation may have ended in person. He wondered what kind of stupid face you'd be making or how annoying you'd be with your necessity to touch and hold him. He imagined a situation where you'd get upset at him for swatting his hand away, unaware that he would do it on purpose just to rile you up and to encourage you to forcefully grab a hold of it. He felt a crooked smile form on his face as he recalled your goodbye to him, your soft voice lulling him in his head as he felt a need to share the same sentiment to you in some way.

He rolled over back in his original position, eyes slowly peering open as he grabbed his phone, slowly tapping on its screen, soon pressing send to you before finally drifting off to sleep.

>I love you too.

[vai3r13]

Hello hello! :) I’m here for our matchup trade for Black Butler! (I sent the pictures for the Paparazzi end :) )

Starting off I am a neurodivergent, queer (but attracted to masculinity) female. I go by she/they and im an INFP Sagittarius.

Physically, I am a 5’2” but wear platform converse or boots every day of my life. Style wise, im definitely alternative. However, Im also a fan of the baggy jeans, tight top, kinda side of grunge. Im also a sucker for black with pastels, so I suppose my color pallete would fall under “Pastel Goth” or something similar. I actually really love the style called “Morute” which stands for “Morbidly Cute”. I just absolutely adore the creepy-cute combination, and i aspire to look like a creepy doll somedays.

That also would lead into hobbies, as I love dolls! I collect them and will gush over them any time i see one in public i like. Especially going to cons and seeing the little stands with BJD dolls? I go feral-...and broke. My entire room is decorated in pretty dolls, anime figures, manga, and cherry blossom vines. (I really want a cherry blossom tattoo on my back but im terrified of needles-) My other hobbies include writing, skateboarding, singing/making music, and dancing! I have a band with friends right now. I’m training my voice to be a metal singer despite having a feminine voice, so im a bit shy with it right now.

Personality wise, I suppose it tends to fluctuate, but i think what sticks the most is that I'm extremely sweet and loyal. I used to be very shy, and can even be pretty quiet nowadays too. Im definitely introverted but, ive gotten much better with it. Friends would definitely say that im bubbly, always trying to laugh. Definitely witty too because I absolutely love bantering and softly bullying people. Id say im very emotionally intelligent when it comes to other people. Im definitely a realist, and im told im very good with advice and empathizing with people. I feel i understand other emotions more than mine sometimes. Which annoys me- Because I have a habit of not expressing anything negative. I think it might be due to past trauma, but I have a hard time staying angry or upset with people. Its like- once you screw me over, i have no issues getting rid of you. I dont like that i can easily disconnect from people, as I feel it makes me sound like a bad person, but I just feel l like if i know my worth, and someone isnt treating me as they should, I shouldnt keep them in my life. That does go to say though, that I am an all or nothing person with people I care about. If i am your friend, I trust you can come to me with anything and I vice versa no matter what. I always come through and i expect the same. 

Another bad habit though would be disappearing. I wouldnt call it ghosting because I always pop back up, but I usually dont respond or see people for weeks or even months, even close friends. Most that are close know that if they need to talk to me, they have to double text or call me. Ill always answer then. I dont mean to, I just for some reason am really consistent with randomly dropping off the face of the earth for everyone but my partner, or person closest. Texts are always paragraphs though! Im not a dry texter, just forget I exist and have to respond :) Not to mention, i have ran away out of state before just for the sake of going and exploring. (Did a lot of Urbex and trespassing- it was fun but i dont think ill ever go to abandon buildings like that again. That doesnt mean ill stop climbing trains though!) I just love road trips and little late night adventures. 

Some notes about me… Id say my fears involve needles, the dark (I sleep with a nightlight but love horror-), Clowns, and deep water. I cannot swim and have nearly drowned before so I actually hate going swimming. I dont see the appeal and start to panic if i cant see or touch the bottom. I wouldnt say im scared of spiders though like most. I actually am the person my job calls for to grab spiders and take them outside. If theyre cute, ill just grab them with my hand. Another thing is that I have OCD and PTSD. My OCD isnt the typical stereotype of being clean, Im just very routine with patterns. The person im with has to be okay with frequent alarms I set for different time frames, my strange eating habits (I cant have anything touching, one food at a time, soft foods over crunchy, and i absolutely love bananas but cant eat them unless someone peels them for me while im not looking) I also get very paranoid about certain things, like for example, i get little episodes sometimes where I freak out because I believe Ill inherent my dads schizophrenia and Ill because dissociated with reality, so whoever im with needs to be able to help assure me i wont just lose my mind- That being said, my least favorite love language is touch! I can be touched, but its very easy to overwhelm my due to past trauma. I also flinch very easily without even thinking and it gets annoying when people make fun of it. Because of this as well, im a very silent walker and tend to scare people because i subconsciously make myself as unnoticeable as possible. Im also an insomniac. I will not go to bed until the sun is up, and even then I wake up very easily. My doctor keeps trying to give me medications for it so i can sleep better, but its so ironic because I stop taking them constantly because I hate feeling tired. SO someone who doesnt mind being up a bit late would be appreciated :) 

Random facts are: I absolutely adore raccoons and rats, and used to be a rat mom! I’ll spit out little rodent facts like im google. I know morse code. Im an amazing driver. I will get you there fast and safe….fast as in i max out my car frequently and if i get one more traffic misconduct i lose my license. BUT i know how to be safe with taking those risks, if that makes sense? Like i know where and when to speed and when not to- Most people fear getting in the car with me. But other than that, i think that’s it for now! Thank you <3

Hello!<3 @xxchthonicreaturexx

I apologize for any mistakes! English is not my native language and I'm new to writing:) Written in "you" perspective

possible tw - talk of mental health, mentions of unhealthy relationship ig? idk how healthy grim reapers r, mentions of drowning and suicide

barely proofread

To start, you're gorg and going off of everything I think your Black Butler match would be..

Undertaker !!

Both visually and personality wise I think you would compliment each-other! In my opinion your energies have something similar.

visual

I think Undertaker would like your piercings, he has an industrial himself.

small head cannons

You both have black nail polish, so painting each others nails as a cute activity:)

Doing each others eyeliner/make up.

classic

Undertakers mbti type most likely is ISTJ while yours is INFP. While your compatibility can seem difficult at first, by appreciating each others differences you "balance" each other out.

Sagittarius and Aquarius are an energetic match, being air and fire signs your elements fit seamlessly. In astrology, air feeds fire.

"i can easily disconnect from people"

Is a trait both of your star signs posses, a similarity that needs to be balanced between the two of you.

In terms of style I can see you in lots of similar/ partner outfits, as your style is somewhat similar too. Undertaker would, just like you, adore pastel goth and a creepy cute, dolly like aesthetic, - not on him but most definitely on his partner.

I think Undertaker would definitely share your love for dolls, acquiring many dolls and gifting them to you.

As we can see in the Luxury Liner arc, I'd say he has his own love for "dolls", if you know what I'm saying.

As for your other hobbies I think Undertaker wouldn't exactly share your interest in them, but he'd definitely support you. Ex. Watching your band perform, making tea to soothe your voice after you've practiced. He'd definitely be one to annoy and tease you in a joking manner, while you're writing or doing other things.

You being more calm/quiet and Undertakers more energetic and chaotic certainly harmonize. You'd participate in a lot of witty banter and Undertakers life mission would be to make you laugh all the time. He'd adore your sweetness and bubbly-ness (is that even a word??) and your loyalty would be VERY important to him. While he acts and is mostly carefree, I think deep down he still wary of deep connections with people, as he doesn't really have friends.

When he achieves said connection tho he might not always act like it but he'd be sort of possessive. Wouldn't let you get very close to Sebastian or Ciel out of a fear, that they would use you against him in some way. It takes a while for him to tell you what he is, it takes him a while to trust someone 100% wouldn't talk about how it happened tho.

I think arguments wouldn't happen very often, when they do tho they would happen out of Undertakers disregard for "human customs", ex. relationships with other people, etc. Undertaker doesn't resort to screaming, he wouldn't even comprehend that you're mad or annoyed with him. After a few days of not talking much he'd try and talk, bring you something, dolls, sweets, whatever. Makes you sit down and explain what's bothering you, wouldn't always get it but he'd try. Makes up by gifting you dolls or figurines.

Would get worried the first few times you disappear, always manages to find you tho. Absolutely goes exploring with you, might not say it but part of the reason why, is because he's worried about you.

Teases you about your fear of the dark, always lights a candle for you at night tho. Undertaker has died through drowning, as shown in a manga panel, so he shares your fear of water. It serves as a constant reminder for him, so you both don't see the appeal.

Might sound weird but he's fascinated with your OCD habits, he asks you about them. Once you explained them, he always makes sure that your food is arranged the way you like it and peels your bananas for you. Doesn't mind the alarms you set, can be your personal alarm clock actually.

Undertaker has dealt with a lot throughout his long life, he has his own problems. He will always assure you that you're going to be okay. Another thing, that might seem insensitive but sometimes he'd joke that you'll be "crazy" together.

Undertaker's very touchy by nature, I would say. After noticing you flinch, he'd be unsure if his presence and being a grim reaper still intimidates you in some way, if he decides talking to you about it, Undertaker will resort to gift giving and quality time.

Being a quiet walker doesn't matter with Undertaker, as he senses your presence, he isn't human after all, or easy to startle.

Grim Reapers require both sleep and sustenance, but have you seen Undertaker? That man runs on two hours of sleep maximum, he also definitely wouldn't mind staying up late. Dancing late at night, while nobody is watching, is definitely a reoccurring activity in a relationship with the Undertaker. He can be a bit overbearing at times.

Depending what century you're imagining this in, Undertaker loves when you drive, it's sort of an adrenaline rush for him.

head canons

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Doing each others makeup, sitting on a coffin or your bed. "You have to be still, for me not to smudge the eyeliner!!", while he tries to tickle or smooch you.

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Painting each others nails and making a cute date night out of it, lots of candles around you for the atmosphere. Playful banter, which ends in you two cuddling in a coffin.

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Going out to explore the woods, him following closely behind you, suddenly disappearing just to appear in front of you, scaring you in the process, making Undertaker burst out laughing. Holding out a hand to help you climb onto things.

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Exploring the city at night, when the people are sleeping and the bustling and usually loud streets of London are completely empty. Even jumping roof to roof. (This reminded me of that one Howl's moving castle scene. 01:47-02:10 in the linked video)

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Late at night, while both of you aren't sleeping, Undertakers shop is dark, except for the dozens of candles littered across the room, as a music box starts playing a soft melody. Undertaker coming up behind you and offering you a hand, as you start dancing across his shop, moving through the space together, occasionally stepping on each others feet and giggling.

Again, it's my first time writing and English isn't my first language. I hope you could still enjoy this<3

[leviiackrman]

WHAT DOES YOUR SOLE LOOK LIKE & TYPES OF CANNIBALISM;

I was tagged by @faerune @chuckhansen + @corvosattano to take this uquiz for some kiddos, and I also threw in the most recent uquiz tag cus I’m slow tehe! Thank you sm beloveds🤍

Tagging (anyone and everyone cus idk who’s done what lmao): @risingsh0t @bbrocklesnar @roofgeese @unholymilf @florbelles @arklay @captmactavish @shellibisshe @simonxriley @queennymeria @marivenah @nokstella @mrdekarios @thedeadthree @jacobseed @jackiesarch @heroofpenamstan @dameayliins @carlosoliveiraa @shadowglens @fenharel @alexxmason @tekehu @malefiicarum @brujah @solasan @arthrmorgann @garaviel @baldurians @jendoe + @nightbloodbix

A BIRD IN A COVERED CAGE;

They left without you. Put you out of sight and therefore out of mind. You sing every morning like nothing's changed, talk to the walls to keep yourself company. Just you, the darkness and your own denial that you are completely alone. Nurse your wounds, get yourself some water.

RITUALISTIC CANNIBALISM;

eating others as a religious act, a form of human sacrifice or tradition in the name of a deity. you care a lot about your grades, or used to as a child, and would cry if you got a b in English. you are a people pleaser. you are good at self discipline. you desperately want to achieve success, in whatever way that means to you, and feel the need to devote your life to something you find bigger than yourself, in order for your life to have meaning. you probably had an eating disorder. or an anxiety disorder

BLOOD IN A LAMBS WOOL;

You're the victim, right? It hurts, everyday it hurts. It's obvious you're tainted, pulled into hell as soon as you stepped upon earth. You'll never know peace, you'll never know a life without violence. Im sorry. Wash your face and your hands, don't let your wounds carve deeper.

SURVIVAL CANNIBALISM;

eating others to prevent starvation and not as a part of a cultural practice, usually as a result of an emergency or a famine. my sweet baby angel, you have not been touched by the darkness. I'm sorry if this scared you. you are a normal person with normal person problem. you want to get married. you dance with your friends. and you would never ever eat them (right?) it's surprising what can happen to a person, when pushed to the extreme though. have you ever wondered about that?

A PILE OF BUBBLES, AN IRIDESCENT MESS;

Well aren't you just all over? You're appealing but you're fragile, one wrong move and you lose all that you are. You were meant to be stepped on, broken, but the joy you bring to onlookers is unmatched. Do with that as you will and take very good care of yourself, have a snack.

AUTO CANNIBALISM;

the practise of eating parts of ones own body. you consider yourself an introvert. private and reserved. you don't like asking for help, even when you need it. secretly your biggest fear is being abandoned, which is why you abandon others first. in the end you will be your own destroyer. you stay in a dark room, curled up like a worm, eating yourself.

DOG TEETH;

You're vicious, but you're afraid. You have to make the first punch, and make sure your opponent can't land one. But you need to stop seeing everyone as an enemy. The only one being violent is you, your anger and your defensiveness is killing you. Take a nap, rest your head and clear your mind. Come back in the morning.

FILIAL CANNIBALISM;

the eating of one's own offspring. eating offspring has been documented in a variety of mammal and bird species – as well as fish, insects and spiders. hunger and quality control are among the many reasons proposed for this counterintuitive survivor of natural selection. you think of yourself as a logical person, and you probably went through a hardcore atheist phase. you consider this logic a virtue. to you, logic and emotion are two opposites, where one is superior to the other. wait until you find out that logic is an emotion. you are a great problem solver. your partiality towards objectivism though, is often less helpful than you realise. you have a hard time taking criticism.

[struwberrii]

hii im interested in having a haikyuu match up!!!

1. romantic matchup!

2. she/her, fem

3. terushima & any of the non starters on the vball teams 😓😓 (kita as exception)

4. loyalty!!! i really seek for a partner whos able to match my humour while being funny himself, someone whos reliable, attentive, charming and someone who isn't constantly bouncing around in energy (since im an introvert and get drained really easily) and someone whos able to be affectionate

5. im someone who isn't really loud, i love having my peace and quiet but i have moments where im talkative if im comfy, im someone who likes to have my own space sometimes but enjoy quiet company, id describe myself as slightly sensitive and a little shy but always open to talk to new people

6. hobbies are reading, listening to music, writing, thrifting, working out.

7. giving: physical touch & acts of service receiving: words of affirmation and physical touch

8. for a dream date i dont really crave for something fancy but i wouldnt mind, i like dates that are fun, lowkey or domestic.

9. when it comes time to fashion i really like streetwear or basic outfits with a tight tee and baggy jeans lol, for appearance im a black girl with really long black braids (down to my butt lol) and i also wear glasses!

10. im an infj 6w5

match up: hajime iwaizumi ˚⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

hope u like the matchup lol

iwaizumi is very logical and keeps to himself and overall isn’t very chaotic if left unprovoked (oikawa) i can also see him being reliable especially with anything involving strength, if you ever need a pickle jar opened he’s there for you.

also he would DEF invite you to the gym with him (+ he’s a personal trainer he probably has so many tips and stuff to show u)

also i can see iwaizumi being big on words of affirmation, he may be kind of aggressive about it at times but his message always gets across and always strikes a cord with the person it’s directed too, also look at iwa and tell me that isn’t a physical touch love language MAN!!!

also i feel like he’d be the type of guy to just do whatever you want, like on date night he doesn’t care if you want to go out or stay in or just do nothing he’s just happy to spend time with you (so cute)

iwa is the type of guy to know just what to say to keep you motivated and is always pushing you to do better and be the best version of yourself :3

[twigs-sprigs]

hand over yr greenflower hcs NOW twig /lh

THERES SOOO MANY OF THEM

heres some of my favorites

-brad calls lloyd "Sage" because they represent wisdom.. you know.. lloyds virtue. and lloyd calls brad either "Bloomy" or "Lily", which comes from tiger lily.. because of something that happened between them when they were younger (this stuff deserves a whole post for itself HAGWJFN i. MIGHT. make a comic. who knows)

-brad loves doing things with his hands, artsy things, he always needs to be doing something. one of his main stims is squishing lloyds paw beans. it also helps ground lloyd and calms him down a lot when he's stressed. SO ITS A WIN WIN

-greenflower are SUPER tender and soft with each other. ever since darkleys, lloyds been super weird with touch. when he was small he'd only seek out attention in negative ways, like causing trouble. because he didnt know how to do it any other way. and he was scared of it. scared of hurting more people. brad is generally not a very touchy person, he's also more introverted when it comes to that. but they both get so attached to each other that sometimes they just never want to let go of each other..

thats only the ones on my brain right now.. im so messy UEUEU.. enjoy the food

[faerunsbest]

Tav Character Worksheet: Ma'na

(i wasn't sure if you wanted dwylla or the new tav ma'na so im using this to flesh out mana)

with Ma'na i haven't even built her up in bg3 i just built her like Dwylla. with whatever i was capable of doodling and what i know from playing and researching.

as far as tags uhh if you guys wanna play @dutifullylazybread @falcatamandarina @cinnasalmon @commander-krios

thank you elven-e-girl

Name: ma'na its a joke because mages need mana and i made her for rolan! haha i thought it was funny anywho

Age: shes early to late 30's but doesn't actually know how old she is as she doesn't count it or celebrate birthdays.

Gender:female, happily woman although she does not limit herself to 'fem' activities and the like

Sexuality:Bisexual. she find herself attracted to certain features (dark eyes//split tongue//ect) although you can be none of the things she finds attractive and still land her if you make her laugh and feel safe

Pronouns:she/her

Tav voice:n/a

Family:Ma'na is one of 23 children. they are drowe that work mines, there are so many of them for the same reason farmers used to have a million kids. its cheaper to raise em then hire em. She used to be a rather mid worker but was prominent for the sole reason of she

Birthplace: Somwhere between mintar and thornwood there is mine. that mine is where she was born and where she lived her life

Job(s): she has done very little as since she was born she as told her purpose. to work. manual labor, mining, building, digging, demolition and all that comes with helping keep her family up and running

Phobia(s): drowning/suffocating ,nothing terrifies her as much as not being able to just perform the basic task of breathing

Guilty Pleasures:in all honestly she feels guilty about wanting to be wanted for more than she can offer.

she feels guilty about feeling pleasure in her body and her form, things like touching cuddling, kissing fucking and masturbating makes her feel likes shes doing something wrong

Hobbies:singing. sculpting sewing

she sings in the mines and her voice echoes down cold stone keeping people awake, sending chills when you've forgotten shes there.

with all the clay she pulls up from the soil, she pressed her fingers deep appreciating the feel of around her fingers, pressing, pulling stretching and smoothing clay until it resembles someone or something

she loves fixing old clothes, stitching in little pictures to make broken old worn out things feel new and loved still

alignment chaotic good. overall she wants good happy things but people aren't always good and she sometime retaliate with excessive violence or some form of mischief

sins.previous to the nautiloid she didn't have a lot of opportunity to commit any notable sin. even so probably the most notable things shes done is sleep with Dammon when she was supposed to be working. she also kicked the absolute living shit out aradin far past a singular punch

virtues: she does her best to believe people are good and give them a few chances to be good which is why she wont let astarion ascend

This or That?that?

Introverted or extraverted? depends on the day, but mostly extroverted

Organized or disorganized?mostly organized but any more than is useful

Closed or open-minded? forever curious shes quite open minded

Calm, anxious, or restless? calm, theres very little that sirs anxiety in her. shes always very much 'ill either die or i wont'

Disagreeable or agreeable?usually very agreeable as she just wants to enjoy herself

Cautious or reckless? moderately cautious

Patient or impatient? very patient, she willing to wait for good things

Outspoken or reserved?depends on the topic, shes very reserved with gale as she like to let him yammer but with astarion and laezel she feels its incredibly important they know how she feels

Leader or follower? she never lead anything until the nautiloid, as long as she knows what needs to be done she can lead but prefers to just do her part and be done

Empathetic or apathetic?incredibly empathetic

Optimist, pessimist, or realist?somewhere between optimist and realist, as in do the best with what you've got but a person can not expect miracles

Traditional or modern? whatever is easiest and most efficient she has no qualms in either direction

Hardworking or lazy? she will as hard as is needed but no harder than is required

OTP: ma'na and rolan my loves

BROTP:astarion/ ma'na they talk a lot, about things they wish would or wouldn't have happened. when he offers to please her at the grove she catches him outright, stating she wont touch him unless that what he wants, actively wants. he's so thrown off guard they wind up sitting out there talking until its time to leave in the morning

NOTP:SHADOW HEART

they just do not mesh and shart doesn't join them on the mission despite being rescued on the ship

[lady-of-endless]

thank you also for the trade!! i’m so excited for it!! <3

okay so my name is anayeli but i also go by sora, im 16 and im hispanic! my pronouns are she/her, but my gender is unlabeled. my sign is aquarius and my personality type is INFP.

i’d like to be perceived as a stand user also, and i love animals sm (even if im allergic to them) iggy is one of my favs. im honestly pretty introverted and i usually only talk to people if they talk to me first, i like to stay indoors a lot but once im outside it’s hard to get me back inside. im honestly just like a big nerd and i have many childish interests and im really bad at hiding it. i tend to get burnt out a lot if im consistently socializing and i sleep a lot because of it LOL, but usually that’s enough to recharge my battery. i’m definitely a night owl and i love staying up until the sun rises, mornings are not for me i dread them the most. even still my makeup and hair is always done and i like to dress in like a y2k mcbling-ish style. i have a huge fear of driving for some reason im a designated passenger princess LOL. i don’t really play any sports but i do occasionally hit the gym. i’m honestly kind of a negative person i usually only speak badly of myself rather than highly. i listen to all kinds of weird music, ill literally listen to anything besides like normal mainstream, i cant function without it. i’m a big fan of video games even though i don’t get the chance to play them often. i’m honestly more book smart than street smart, im really slow and honestly kinda like dumb LOL. making decisions and pressure is not my thing. my love language is gift giving and physical touch, im not very good with words and get flustered easily 😭 but i also have a very sensitive temper when it comes to defending the people i love, and i also have enough self respect to defend myself, whether it be verbally or physically

tysm for reading!! i really hope it wasn’t too much 😭💞

Author's Note: My God, this was a hard one. Why? Because you seem such a nice and complex person. Again, I'm sorry for not being able to make up my mind and choosing two charters. Hope you'll enjoy this, thank you again for this trade! GIFs are not mine, I'm thanking the creators for them.

I match you with...

Muhammad Avdol

- He is also more of a mediator in general and this will make you two get along well right from the start. Plus, as much as he tries to act as the voice of reason for the group he too has a sensitive temper sometimes.

- He is drawn to you because of your uniqueness and realness. He admires how in tune you are with your feelings. He understands when you need to take a step back and recharge your social batteries.

- I feel like you two would work surprisingly well. Despite him looking rather serious, he too likes to have a good laugh and engage in childish antics when he's in a good mood.

- Iggy admits that he only finds you and him the most pleasant to hang out with in the group, so when he notices the spark between you and Avdol, he's pleased.

- If Avdol finds you asleep, don't worry, NO ONE will get to disturb or wake you up because he'll make sure of that. Both he and Magician's Red who becomes very protective of you.

- As a professional fortune-teller, of course he'll ask the cards about how your dynamic will change in the future once he realizes that he's falling for you. Joseph catches him while doing that and it's game over for him. Poor Avdol won't be able to look at you affectionately from afar without Joseph winking at him and teasing him about his crush.

- Avdol doesn't mind the fact that decision-making is not your thing but the fact that you speak badly of yourself saddens him. He wishes to understand the reason why but won't be too demanding as he doesn't want you to feel pressured.

- He would find your style very unique and he'll be curious about that weird music you mentioned. He's curious and open-minded, of course, he wants to know more. Side by side, you two would make an interesting contrast. He'll even gift you one of his bracelets!

- He doesn't mind that you prefer not to drive. You'll be his passenger princess. He'll always keep your seat warm with Magician's Red ability.

And because I couldn't decide...

I also match you with...

Kakyoin Noriaki

- If you and Avdol would work because of the contrast, you and Kakyoin would work because of some similarities you two have.

- He notices you because of how you defend the ones you care about and also yourself, despite having an introverted nature. It's something he admires.

- He's also introverted so it will take a lot for you too to warm up to each other. But once you do, everything gets so much fun.

- He too recharges his social batteries by sleeping so this will earn some playful teasing from the other crusaders about you two. Joseph, wanting to be the mature one, but failing, will make you two share a room when they make stops on the journey. Why? Because you both sleep a lot, no other reason, nope. Not because Joseph secretly wants to be a matchmaker, nooo.

- It hurts him to hear you speak badly of yourself when in his eyes, you're more than worthy of praise. He takes this matter into his hands and showers you with encouragement, compliments, and so on.

- Hierophant Green is very curious of you, don't be scared if you notice him staring at you or floating over your shoulder when Kakyoin lets him out.

- Aesthetically wise, he's such a big fan of Y2K style. Your outfits will make him feel butterflies in his stomach. Eventually, he wants to match your style somehow.

- The only drawback is that you'll have to fight for the title of passenger princess because he doesn't really like driving.

- You're enjoying video games and also being a night owl? You two will definitely spend so many nights playing video games together

And a random choice: N'Doul - he would meet you during that fight in the desert and he thinks you're different from the aggressiveness of the other crusaders. You spark his interest.

[diorgirl444]

hiiii, i just stumbled upon your blog and i would LOVE a matchup (i tried doing them once on my page and i realised i suck at it lmao, so i admire that u can write them so nicely )

as for who - id love to be paired with someone from hp universe, any era<3

anywayyyy, im really bad at talking about myself but ill try my best

im an intj, my sun sign is aquarius, 5’6”, im a girl and i go by she/her, im bisexual but id rather be paired with a guy (if you choose a girl its fine as well)

i have blue eyes, short wavy/curly hair, currently dyed red, im pale as fuck (im literally allergic to the sun), curvy and i have lots of tattoos. my style is very inconsistent, i dress comfy but at the same time kinda goth-ish, alternative? i wear black 99% of the time, lots of silver jewellery, i have my nose pierced too:p i also wear glasses

i am very creative, i paint and draw most of the time. occasionally i write fanfics but then i have long breaks because i get burned out really easily. im lazy, which is not so good, but at the same time i mostly get things done. i am a huge animal lover, i have 2 cats and 3 dogs. im an introvert but when im with my closest friends my extravert side comes out. im a huge people pleaser, sometimes its not good for me but i cant help it. my love language is physical touch and acts of service.

i love art, art galleries, old cemeteries, greek mythology, the sky and sunflowers. i also adore the forest and just nature in general. im obsessed with pretty little shiny rocks.

i hate people who have a problem with minorities and are just nasty beings towards others and animals. i also hate spiders and insects of any kind, thats why i will never set my foot in australia.

oh and i also dont like kids. i dont have this “gift” or whatever. i dont know how to talk to them, how to act around them and how to play with them.

as for my aesthetic? i have no idea, but id go for dark academia/gothic vibes.

if you need to know anything else just dm me! xx and thank you in advance, have a lovely night/day! <33

your perfect matchup is 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 💌

𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 <3

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝟐 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 <3

the first time james sees you he’s completely speechless. you’re chatting with marlene about something in class, absentmindedly playing with your hair and he’s just gulping like a fish. because where have you been all his life? truly the universe has been so cruel in keeping you from him!

but he’s suddenly shy. james has had plenty of luck with girls. he’s a flirt by nature. he knows all the right things to say, the ways to sweep them off their feet. that is before he saw you… he’s now well and truly tongue tied. he’s literally like lying in bed at night planning what he wants to say to you next time he sees you. spoiler alert he just gets scared and watches you from across the great hall like this 🧍

but finally he pulls himself together and approaches you the next time he sees you. you’re sat in the back of the library on a window seat reading through a book you found which explains how the greek gods were actually early forms of wizards and witches, very interesting stuff you know? you don’t even notice him lingering over you till he sort of awkwardly coughs and asks “would you recommend it? the - the book i mean would you recommend it?” he asks and he can feel heat creeping up his neck as you nod and smile up at him. “tell me about it!” he practically spits out in the next second. he’s so embarrassing i love him

you agree because he’s cute and everyone’s always talking about what a nice boy james potter is to you. of course you don’t know that they only do that you because they see the way james looks at you but hey what you don’t know can’t hurt you? so you move along on your seat and james shuffles in beside you. the first thing you notice is how he smells like cinnamon, oranges and something slightly earthy that is just so james. the next thing you notice is the way his knee and his shoulder press against yours on the small window seat. it’s warm and intimate and you feel flustered as you start to explain the greek myths to him. he watches you as you speak, watches the way your lashes brush your cheek, watches the way your lips move as you talk.

it’s nice to just be listened to for a change so this becomes your pattern. you see a side to james in these afternoon reading sessions that very few people are privy too. the normally loud and cocky potter is gentle and polite. happy to just sit and watch you devotedly. he makes it so natural too so you forget that you’re introverted, you tell him what your favourite things, things that make you angry, your hopes, your dreams everything. and in that time you start to fall for him. you can’t help it he’s so easy to love. you try to hide this new discovery but its hard to go from telling james everything to keeping such a huge secret from him and so he notices the absence. he doesn’t know what it is but he knows you’re keeping something and so he’s hurt if he’s honest.

so you avoid him. you can’t face the sad puppy look on his face it cuts you up and so you pretend you don’t see him waiting for you in the library, pretend you don’t hear the tapping on your door, or the notes stuffed in your pocket. because hopefully he’ll get bored move on and you’ll get over him. but james potter is determined and so enamoured by you that he’ll try one last time. and so he hides a book in your room. the book is his diary with the pages from all his time with you bookmarked. in it are lists of your favourite things, tiny sketches of you, details on how he feels about you and he ends it with “vicky darling i don’t know what i did but please know i’m eternally sorry. you’ve made a mess of me, i’d do anything to just see you again. don’t you know i love you? if you feel the same meet me at our window seat. if i don’t see you there i will accept that you truly don’t feel the same and i will leave you be. yours forever, james” you find yourself wiping tears as you read it realising how silly you’ve been.

and so with haste you race to the window seat in the library and when you see him there all anxious and shy your heart aches. “ you’ve made a mess of me too james” you say softly as you sit beside him and his face lights up. “can i make it better?” he asks huskily and you nod. his hands cup your face as he leans in and kisses you. he tastes like maple syrup, he smells like spices and he feels like home. it’s perfect and as he walks you back to your dorm with a promise of a date in hogsmede and a soft kiss to your forehead you feel giddy as you lay down under the covers that night because james potter loves you and you love him.

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 <3

golden retriever bf! + black cat gf! golden retriever bf! + black cat gf! golden retriever bf! + black cat gf! okay but seriously you two are the epitome of this trope. not because you’re mean but because james is so extroverted and you’re not so much i think it matches the two do you perfectly.

he makes you go watch his quidditch games. 😭 im sorry they’re probably so boring so like you sit with marlene and dorcas to try and make it more palatable but it is probably still so dull. if it makes it any better he does loads of fancy tricks on his broom so that you think he’s cool though it does come off a bit pathetic. don’t worry though because at the end he’ll ride his broom over to you and kiss you while standing on it.

your reading thing doesn’t stop it’s just that now when you read to him he’ll have his arm around your waist and his free hand will trace hearts on the small sliver of skin that peaks out there between your uniform skirt and shirt. he doesn’t actually disturb you though because he finds it so relaxing to hear your voice. if you want to stop him and kiss him though he’s not gonna complain.

he loves visiting cemeteries with you. you offhandedly mentioned once how you were gonna visit one, you didn’t invite him though because you were worried he’d think it was weird. but then he sort of shyly asks “can i come too?” and you laugh and nod. the two of you pack a picnic and spend the whole day exploring the graveyard with each other in quite intimacy. your hands constantly intertwined as you walk, pausing to pay your respect and the long-forgotten names of the people who laid there and occasionally saying hello to the few ghosts that lingered there. you came across one pair which were an old couple who said you reminded them of theirselves when they were your age which makes the tips of james’s ear turn red.

he brings you any nice rocks he finds. sirius gives him the weirdest look when the marauders are sneaking around at night and james bends down to pick a stone up that he thinks you’d like but james just grins and shrugs his shoulders saying “my girl likes them. what can you do?” the marauders smile at that. they’ve never seen james look so lovesick - it’s very sweet.

you two have matching necklaces. i don’t know why but i just feel this in my core. you found them at an antique shop and yours is a silver moon james is gold sun. because of it when the two of you are together everyone calls the pair of you “solar eclipse” 😭 even did it once when she was telling your friend group off. she was like “where’s solar eclipse?” sirius absolutely pissed himself laughing about that.

james gets rid of spiders for you but not before teasing you a bit. that’s just the kinda of guy he is i’m sorry. he’ll get them gone though for you don’t you worry but only if you promise to kiss him as a thank you after.

he writes you love letters weekly. you smile on mondays when his owl flies and drops a cream coloured envelope down on your desk written in james’s scrawling hand. in the letter he incloses what his favourite memories of you he has of the past week be that an outfit he thought was really pretty, a song he heard that made him think of you, or a leaf that he pressed from a forest walk that the two of you went on. he adores you so much it’s unbelievable.

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 <3

hope you like it! xoxo, flo <3

[stunie]

I CAME RUNNING WHEN I SAW ALL THE MATCHUPS ON MY DASH i hope you don’t mind me trying to squeeze myself in in time :,)

TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTIONS

- my day has been a little rough if i’m being honest, i got hit with a lot of things that could’ve been better (i’m telling myself that it could have been a whole lot worse lol) but i’m okay dw!!! :)

- something fun though is that i watched a show recently with one of my best friends and it was so fun!! the show is a live adaptation of a book we both love (she got me into it) and we were cracking up making fun of how they did it (no malice ofc but just a little smidge of judgment) i also got to see my bf twice this week which was really nice :3 (we are ldr)

- i fear i can’t say any of my favs because i will most def reveal who i am lol but i’ll talk a little about why i like them…?

- my signature is that i always without fail somehow fall for the rich ones. and part of me wants to say that it’s not because of their money that i like them (but it may be partially why i stay…) but is it my fault that all the rich ones are also my type :,) <- i say this delusionally

- jokes aside, i really enjoy the ones who would be infatuated literally full on obsessed with me. i think it’s because im the other part of the spectrum of immigrant eldest daughter (i want to be coddled and cared for and have someone who will take responsibilities off of my shoulders)

- i would describe myself as an extroverted introvert! i can do the social setting very well, but i get exhausted very quickly and would def pull on the hem of my fav’s shirt whisper-asking if we can early (which btw if he doesn’t take the blame himself… is he really even my fav? 🤨)

- my fav love languages are physical touch and acts of service (for both giving and receiving, though i give more acts of service and like to receive more physical touch!) and i think my favs would cater to this a lot! though with them being rich and all, gift giving might be in there too lol

- i think i’m really toeing the line here but i’m very attracted to voices. like it’s the second thing i notice about someone usually (first being their eyes) and if i don’t like someone’s voice, it also usually means i won’t like them a lot too (so all of my favs have really really attractive voices…)

- this might be redundant but i love the tropes that are like villain or morally gray coded, grumpy x sunshine, doberman/black cat x orange cat, etc

- i’d like to ask for a random one from either wb, hq, or bllk for the matchup!! if that’s possible :,) if not, from bllk would be fun :)

hi nonnie aaaaa i loved reading through this !! I LOVE GRUMPY X SUNSHINE AS A TROPE lemme not elaborate or we’ll be here forever. OKAY. endo popped up pretty fast when you said infatuated but it swapped to …

REO !!!! i didn’t match you with reo because he’s rich 😭 i pinkie promise it’s a coincidence. THE REASON WHY. coddled and cared for. mhm mhm …. thinking about him giving nagi piggyback rides and such except it’s with you. it’s literally perfect. your shoelace untied ? he’s tying it for you > < also will not let you step anywhere near a puddle when it’s raining. omg. you can zone out if you’re with him, he’s got you. the tugging the shirt as a cue to leave solidified it my choice btw !!! he knows you so well, one tiny tug and a look at the face you’re giving him and that’s all he needs. gives you a knowing little smile and comes up with an excuse on the spot (the blame does NOT end up on you btw).

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

greetings and salutations, hope I don’t bother you too much by sending in such a random ask. may I please have a romantic matchup for bg3?

I use they/them pronouns and I’m pansexual. my myers briggs type is INFJ and my star sign is taurus.

Im about 4’11..not to happy about it. I’m kind of introverted, and can be considered not a people person. I find life a little nihilistic. I’m into dressing in all black (trad, mopey, mall, black-metal, and hippie goth styles mainly, both fem and masc) or and taking a liking to gruesome and morbid things like slashers, analog horror, witchcraft, true crime, necromancy, anatomy, etc. I typically consider myself a "gorehound" ig. I participate in "Vulture Culture"; and I also like to visit abandoned places just for fun, along with playing quite a few escape rooms. I just have a genuine comfort in the uncomfortable.

I’ve come to the conclusion I just scare people off. In reality, I’m intimidated by everyone around me and find it hard to start talking, which may or may not come off as rude to people.

when I become comfortable with someone I start to become really sarcastic and joke around with them with witty banter. most of my humor comes off really insulting, and I’m brutally honest, but I’ll apologize and say it’s a joke or I didn’t mean it if it becomes a problem. even though I do have a hard time understanding social cues.

lots of people don’t like me or stay away from me because of my rude behavior. I’m not good with overly sensitive or overly annoying people at all because of that, and I can’t stand kids. Idiocy can get on my nerves too sometimes. I’m a huge animal person though, and I own four guinea pigs that I protect with my life. I have my moments where I can get really feisty, or very quiet and closed off. I’ve been told I’m also a laidback person. I’ve also been told I never know when to quit, and I find I hold grudges for certain things. It’s not as common now but I used to get called a vampire by other kids when I was younger since I had oddly pointy canine teeth. I find it funny, seeing how I am today. I also have an inside joke with my family where they call me "Irl Daria" which I find funny.

I’m the type of person that has lots of opinions on things but I keep them to myself and bottle them up. If pushed far enough I’ll become unforgiving, and aggressive. especially with the types mentioned above.

I find the most comfort in just being in my room drawing, listening to music ( the cure, pierce the veil, deftones, soad, cannibal corpse, slipknot, rob zombie,,,, sometimes radiohead, insane clown posse, jazmin bean or mother mother, etc. ), or even occasionally playing video games, reading, writing, or talking about a random conspiracy theory I have. I do acting in my spare time as a small hobby too, and I’m learning how to play electric guitar. I also work as a scare actor.

I’m a plushie maniac and when I fall asleep you can always see me cuddled up to one of them. I find it because I’m really touch starved. I also have this specific blanket I can literally not sleep without. Im also a caffeine addict, and I’m guilty of being very submissive and maybe even masochistic- and a bit of a pyromaniac. I dissociate or daydream a lot, so you can often catch me starring.

I suffer from a handful off mental and physical syndromes like asd, insomnia, asthma, depression and anxiety. These have all been diagnosed professionally, and I’m definitely not trying to make myself "quirky". unfortunately health problems run in my family.

I’m very fidgety, and often bite the inside of my cheek or bounce my leg rapidly. you don’t need to rocmantasize this stuff ofc, but I think it’s good to know so the person can tolerate me.

you do get to this, thanks for your time. <3

A/N: Thank you so much for all the details!! It helps the process. Because you said you’re pansexual but didn’t specify whether you wanted a male or female companion or both, I gave you both just in case. So feel free to pick the person who feels the most accurate to you!

TW: Mentions of Gore, Horror

For you @br4inr0tx I think you’d be a good romantic match for either Astarion (Male) or Minthara (Female)!

⭒ Astarion is drawn to your mysterious and rather nihilistic nature. He is seen as intimidating or scary due to his immortal condition, and because of this, he puts up walls to keep himself safe from judgmental people. That being said, he doesn’t necessarily hide his true nature: he’s very upfront about his more, morbid opinions, and makes it clear that he disapproves of unnecessary altruistic choices, especially when those choices involve having to appear more “normal” for the comfort of other people in the game.

He finds your gorehound interests fascinating, and oddly calming in a way. After a lifetime of being exposed to so much gore, there’s something familiar and controllable about watching or reading about fictional simulated gore that puts him at ease. So he one hundred percent understands how it is you find comfort, as you said, in the uncomfortable.

Astarion is also pansexual, and very fond of the more dramatic ‘gothic’ styles in clothing. He loves getting to experiment in both fem and masc styles with you. He might even ask to borrow something of yours, as long as he could fit it. He is taller than you, but still fairly thin. I honestly don’t think he’d mind wearing one of your tops as a sort of crop-top thing, so long as no one else was around. I think he might take pleasure in flaunting it, just to get a reaction out of you. He thinks it’s adorable when he teases you, and you just ramp up all the sarcasm and wit. He’s very glad to have a ‘fast’ partner- someone who can quip back at him in the blink of an eye. It keeps him on his toes, and confirms that you feel comfortable with him- two things he likes.

And if you like abandoned or liminal places, just hold on to your hat. He knows tons of them in and outside of the city. Being a vampire had him hunting on the outskirts, and he knows them all rather intimately. When your relationship reaches that serious level, he’ll take you to where his headstone rests, in a cemetery in Baldur’s Gate. He’s not buried under there, but his family must have put it up to commemorate his life after he went “missing”. It’s sacred ground to him. And you’re one of the few people he loves enough to take there. Mainly because you are his partner and because he knows you won’t run at the sight of such things. Knowing he has a partner who doesn't shy away from the darker, more twisted stuff is reassuring. Especially when so much of your past is complicated.

He too is rather intimidated by people. Although he may not always admit it. So much of his feistiness comes from fear. In the past people have hurt him, so now he walks the line of nice and jerk to keep people at arm's length. He’s not really an ass though, and he’s appreciative, you know that. He knows you’re not rude or cold, just introverted and a little insecure. He’ll gladly defend your behavior to anyone who dares complain. No stranger better dare cast judgment on you when they don’t know who you’re really like when they have no clue what either of you have been through. Seriously though, just say the word and he’ll take care of them for you.

Teeth twins! Astarion jokes that you’re obviously his soulmate because your teeth match. And seeing pointier teeth on you, someone he sees as beautiful, makes him feel less self-conscious about his.

Having to shield from the sun, he’s more of an indoor activity sort of person. He loves staying inside and listening to music or reading with you. Just the two of you and your pile of plushies. Astarion enjoys their comfort as well, even if he won’t admit it outright. It’s a way for him to get physical comfort when he desperately wants to touch/hold you but is too upset or raw to do so.

In some ways, he shares in your submissiveness and masochism, but those are still very touchy subjects. It takes him a while to communicate that to you. He dissociates often as well, so he’s thankful you understand what a dissociative episode is like. Most people just assume he’s ignoring them, but you know the truth. The two of you look out for each other in that way.

As a Taurus Intuitive, you’re prone to contemplating the long term, and as a Taurs Judger, you’re often determined and work hard to make your dreams a reality. This works well with Astarion, who I think is either an ENTJ or ESFP- both signs that tend to be go-getters in their own way.

He’s not a very fidgety person, his anxiety forcing him to be anxious inside but still on the outside. But he does understand the root feelings. He doesn't think it’s annoying at all. If anything he finds your leg bouncing comforting. It reminds him you’re still by his side.

And for that, he is eternally grateful.

☾ Minthara would also be a good match for you! Although she is a lot more abrasive and rough around the edges, I think she’d be very appreciative of your darker interests. At camp, if you take a look in her tent, she actually has what looks like a deer or horse skull candle holder. So she would actively join you in your Vulture Culture escapades.

She also finds great joy in the gorier aspects of life. As a drow, violence is almost second nature. It doesn't scare her off or intimidate her in any way. And if you like abandoned or liminal places, you’re sure to enjoy the Underdark- which is basically a giant spooky underground liminal space.

Minthara is the farthest thing from a people person, so she has absolutely no qualms about you not being extroverted or especially inclined to make acquaintances with strangers. She’s glad you scare people off, if you didn’t, she’d have to. (I mean she still does naturally, but she doesn’t have to put as much effort into it, because no one is gonna mess with the two of you combined.)

Being an INFJ, and Minthara being an ENTJ, you are similar in that you can contemplate various topics- both realistic and abstract. However you have to be careful and remember while ENTJs may sound insensitive, they’re just very direct communicators. Based on what you told me about your personality, this shouldn't be a problem for you, however, as you’re very brutally honest yourself.

Minthara herself is funny. It’s just that her humor is more sarcastic, a little morose, and very situational. She doesn’t find your humor offensive, and if anyone has a problem with it, they will answer to her.

Despite what others may think, Minthara likes animals. When Scratch is gone, she’s noticeably sad. I think she’d like to be a co-parent to your guinea pigs.

She’s not very laid back, preferring action to inaction. But that’s okay. You remind her to take breaks and time to chill- just sit and rest or read or write or listen to music. Not everything has to be full speed ahead. On the other hand, she helps motivate you to do things outside of your comfort zone. She’ll pull you out of your room, to go on walks with her around the surface. The two of you are sort of yin and yang this way.

She’s impressed with your work as a scare actor. In Drow culture, being able to intimidate others and strike fear into the hearts of your enemies is an admirable quality. She sees your talent as an impressive hobby to have, one which many people are not capable of.

She’s rather touch starved as well- having to expect betrayal everywhere she goes in Drow society. Because of this, she finds the idea of sleeping with plushies useful. It’s unexpected, but she finds a good deal of comfort in them. And she finds a great deal of comfort in you.

And don’t be shy about your masochistic side with her. She has one as well. She pushes herself to her limits, causing herself intentional pain and suffering. For her, it is like a religion in some ways. The more she can endure, the stronger others believe she is. Of course, it’s always nice to not have to push, to be able to take it slow and enjoy your company in the moment. That’s where you come in.

Minthara may not have the kindest tone, but she tries her best to reassure you that despite your many ailments, she loves you all the same. She thinks you’re strong enough to be able to not only endure life with so many invisible burdens but to live life in ways you wish. To her, it’s an exquisite quality to have in a mate. You are marvelous in her eyes.

She can’t imagine the rest of her life without you.

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[spamgyu]

Yk I just had this thought and it’s really making me want to kms cuz I don’t have a KIM MINGYU for myself and if I’m suffering you have to suffer too (I love you)

Ok so we all know how mingyu is a total extrovert and he doesn’t have any problem socialising with basically anyone, making friends everywhere he goes and even keeping in touch with them INVITING THEM TO SVT’s concert😭. He exudes TOTAL golden retriever energy.

So imagine him with someone total opposite of his personality. Someone who’s a total introvert, doesn’t like talking that much, likes to keep it to themselves, also a little socially awkward, really calm and collected. Basically someone with black cat energy.

I’m crying cuz as an socially awkward introvert myself just thinking abt how even though sometimes they would have to compromise with e/o, Mingyu would totally be fine with it and he would encourage her to go out and have fun yk help her get out of her shell and just be the sweetest bf EVER!!

If her s/o wants to stay home and cuddle, no problem he’s on his way to order pizza and already picking out her fave movie but if they are out let’s say a party he’s there with her, keeping her close to him and just being happy when he sees her just having fun and if her s/o runs outta her social energy he’s ready to say goodbye to his friends and taking her home even if it’s only been 2-3 since the party started.

Overall he would just be the sweetest bf ever!!

Every girl deserves a Kim Mingyu for herself😭

Anyways that was really long but yeah now 👹SUFFER WITH ME👹

Love yaa🥰

JDEJFJE "if im suffering u have to suffer too" yeah okay that's valid.

Wow okay wow that sent me into a spiral hello??? I no longer want Mingyu.... I NEED Mingyu bc I might just kms. Sweet bf Mingyu who knows that after a social gathering you need time to decompress and let's you sit in silence and just brainrot on your phone. He gives you space, while you sit on the couch in your own world and he just comes over with glass of water and a throw blanket. Like it's his way of saying hey I'm still here but you do ur thing

I need to be put down, sedated, taken out.

[tetskuro]

hi gorgeous! could i be 🎀? your matchups are absolutely adorable and i thought of sending in one for myself because, hey, you're pretty cool and i just wanna see who i'm more compatible w shshsh. i would adore a long, romantic matchup!!! i'm a straight woman (she/her) and i'd love to be matched w a male character!! my ideal type in a guy would be someone who's attentive, and a perfectionist. i always work super hard to look good/stay good and i'd appreciate a person who does the same. i also want someone who stands up for what he thinks and isn't easily influenced yk? i like someone who keeps me on my toes and challenges me and motivates me to work harder. i love love love boys who take an effort on dates. i want a guy who listens to the similar music i do and makes playlists for me (id do the same duh) and writes long ass love letters, just because. i want someone who matches outfits with me and holds my hand in public. someone i can trust with anything and we can just yap at 2 a.m. about the most senseless thing there is on planet earth. bonus points if he looks tall and scary because like...yes.

i'm so sorry i ramble a lot but it's just like...unstoppable, anyways a tiny description of me!! i'm an introvert, even if i do not look the part. it's not like i'm shy, i just don't like keeping up w fake people if you know what i mean. i'm confident about myself and know what i want in life. i'm also pretty sarcastic usually and use humor as a coping mechanism. i usually tend to overwork myself because i want to be the best at everything i do. i also ALWAYS stick up for my friends and don't let anyone walk over me or those who matter to me. i love love love listening to people and offering them advice, it fills me with so much glee that they trust me with things like, i'm always here for u!!! also, i'm not exactly a sunshine nor am i grumpy? it really just depends on whom i'm around. i'm 5'0 feet tall, with brown layered waves and curtain bangs, and almond shaped eyes. i'm pretty fair ngl but super tanned around the arms (i forget sunscreen) and i have an hourglass figure. my hobbies are playing the guitar, doing ballet, watching sappy girly romcoms, doing my makeup, listening to songs, studying (sorry im a nerd), shopping and swimming. i do adore a good thriller novel too. ok, ranking the love languages wld be- 1) quality time (giving n receiving) 2) acts of service (receiving n giving ) 3) words of affirmation (giving n receiving) 4) physical touch (receiving) 5) gifts!! (receiving) sorry chat im too broke n uncreative to give any IM SORRY ILL SMOTHER U W LOVE extra info i saw the previous people give, i'm an intp virgo YAY i love taylor swift and the color pink (im the textbook definition of a girly girl) i adore english literature and have won plenty of international writing awards im so proud of it AND AND AND i think youre very cool and awesome and yeah. inserts bow emoji cause i cant find it. LOVE YOU TAKE CARE STAY HYDRAETD!!!! take ur time bb.

your matchup is...

sakusa kiyoomi

⭑ sakusa is a very attentive person and is always striving to reach perfection

⭑ incredibly detail oriented and doesn't like leaving things unfinished

⭑ you both work super hard and would definitely be able to keep each other on your toes

⭑ he puts a lot of effort into anything he does, so he'd plan out your guys's dates meticulously because he wants to make sure you have a good time

⭑ sakusa also has a tendency to overwork himself so he notices when you're doing the same; that way you'd be able to keep each other in check

⭑ i see quality time and acts of service being sakusa's biggest love languages when it comes to giving

⭑ i feel like the later into the night it is, sakusa would be more likely to indulge in random conversations about anything and everything

⭑ he knows he can always come to you whenever he's in need of any guidance because he trusts you wholeheartedly to listen to him and give advice on important things

⭑ sakusa isn't too big on pda but he would hold your hand while walking around or maybe keep an arm around your waist

⭑ with his dark hair and eyes and height of 6+ ft, sakusa can appear tall and scary to people who don't know him, especially with his mask on

⭑ he'd find your sarcasm amusing and you'd be able to get some chuckles out of him with your humor

⭑ i think he would be a fan of thrillers so he'd love your book recs and finish a novel within a couple of days

⭑ he finds your passion for english literature very admirable and thinks it's so amazing how you've won international writing awards? like that's a huge thing to be proud of

your matchup runner-up is kageyama tobio

[dangopango00]

When You’re Upset HCS

Legato x gn reader

A/N: Yes i am so upset shhhh but it gave me sm inspo ok enjoy can u tell im obsessed with him idk i think its pretty subtle.

CW: I put a lil comedic remarks bc i stopped being upset halfway through (distractions make me feel better)

(Breaking it down into three parts: Does he know [sorry it was funny], what does he do, when ur back to normal)

Does he know?

- IMMEDIATELY. I mean if its just a minor annoyance and nothing serious then it would be hard for him to catch on bc hes not very attuned to others feelings nor is he used to noticing subtle changes

- He does try his best to be attuned to ur feelings though and if ur seriously upset then hed definitely notice

- What tips him off most is ur attitude

- Whether ur an introvert extrovert ambivert whateverrrrs you always have this kind of positivity about you (which is necessary to be around him healthily)

- However, ofc, this quality is lost when ur upset

- Youre around him and or talking to him much less and keeping to yourself more even if u arent upset with him specifically which hed immediately notice (hes a little clingy when it comes to spending time with you. That shit gets serious for him 🤞🤞)

What does he do?

- I think it depends on what you do tbh Id say hes pretty reactive

- If you were to rant to him abt whatever is upsetting you (even if its him) he’d just sit and listen

- He doesnt really know what to do so the best he can do is lend an ear and will only really chime in if he thought of a solution for the issue or to apologize if u told him he did sth wrong and he has no dispute abt it

- Might add in a few “Mmm”s or “Ah”s just so u know hes listening but dont be surprised when most of the time he just sits silently and stares right at u, ofc hes listening

- If you seem to get really upset during ur rant (like panic attack or super angry) hed do something simple to make you feel better like awkwardly patting ur head/back and tell you to stop. Talking (hes doing his best ok he just means to say take a break from ur rant and calm down a bit)

- Will also get u water or generally a drink during the above situation

- If you were to hide that you’re upset and try to be normal I think it would puzzle him as to why you’re acting like this when he can clearly tell you’re upset

- He’d first observe u for a while and wonder if maybe its a small matter so/or you didn’t want to get him involved

- Even if it IS small hed still be worried during the time you’re upset so hed just do subtle things for you to make your days smoother and avoid stressing you out further like getting food for you or running errands for you (does this anytime you’re upset no matter the circumstance but it increases like 10x in this specific scenario)

- If your condition doesn’t improve or if it suddenly improves without warning he’ll do his best to convey to you that u can rant if u need to

- “What is troubling you” or “What is your problem” something short like that is the best he can do for now but you can hear how worried he is in his slightly wavering voice as his curious gaze scans over you

- If you were to just shut down; go catatonic he would be worried most in this scenario because of the stark contrast in your usual personality

- Like the last scenario, hed observe u first but hed act quicker with this

- Hed almost immediately ask whats troubling you like millions thoughts are running through his mind:

What if someone had threatened you?

What if he did something and didn’t even notice it?

What if someone was already hurting you?

What if you hate him?

What if—

- Considering you were already catatonic you likely don’t tell him what’s upset you so much which he takes as a sign to stick by your side even closer so he can observe the situation himself

- Hed sit next to you while you lie motionless, rest his hand on your head and if you aren’t opposed he’d mess with your hair and massage your scalp a bit

- If he knows you’re touch averse like him he wouldn’t even get the idea to do this and would instead just sit beside you, hoping you answer his previous question

- If you aren’t, he gets this idea BECAUSE you seem to like touch and this is what he can offer without being overwhelmed or anything (idk how to explain it but like he often thinks about how you deserve someone who can fulfill your needs and in his mind touch is one of those but its just something he cant do currently and its a bit of a sore spot)

- General

- No matter what the scenario he is asking WHO upset you; he just wants to talk to them 😊 #loveandpee

- Will alwayssss engage in acts of service hoping it makes you feel even a little better. Hes peeling the orange just gws, please.

- Spends as much time as he can by your side; hes very worried and really wants to know whats up but he doesnt want to prod so much that it makes u clam up even more

- Overthinks wnv ur upset even if outwardly he hardly says or expresses anything at all

- Acts like ur personal spokesman guard dog butler bf when ur upset even if hes none of those (will speak for you and defend you if ur upset and someones trying to pick at u)

When you’re back to normal?

- Hes so normal (lie) Hed be so happy 😭😭

- All this time hes been worried sick about why you were upset and if it was so bad that youd been upset more than a day? Whewww he was sooo worried you might never go back to how you were because what if it was something that completely changed your worldview?

- If you didnt ever go back to normal then itd be like seeing the last of a campfire burn out on a cold unforgiving night. It would be such a shame bc ur positivity has been keeping him a bit more positive and just. You get him through the day although he never really noticed it himself— that is until you were the one who was upset and pessimistic

- Hes so sweetie pie he follows u around like a lost dog; its as if hes clinging to sunshine after dealing with the harsh winds of winter. He just needs to make sure that you’re completely okay and wants to soak up some of ur usual energy for himself in the meantime

- All this is going on in his head but lol outwardly hes just smirking and being weird again (affectionate)

A/N: it was extremely hard not to name the sections

Does he know?

What the Legato Doin?

WE ARE SO BACK

whew i have an atmosphere to keep

Edit: proofread and edited 😙✌️