#im sorry that I always get carried with kaz :(

[kazuwhora]

INSOMNIA — TOKYOREV

ft. mikey, kazutora, ran, && rindou

cw: somnophilia, edging, pornography, mommy kink, choking (kind of), teasing, switch!mikey, sub!kazutora, softdom!ran, mean!rindou, thats all. mostly fluffy and cute no angsty smut here.

YOU CAN'T SLEEP BECAUSE HE'S PUSHED YOU NEARLY OFF THE BED: MIKEY

- mikey is the WORST person to sleep with. he hogs the bed, he hogs the covers, he will absolutely kick and push you to the edge of the bed, wrapped in a burrito of YOUR blankets. and he doesn't care either.

- you'll try to wake him up but it's not happening. think again. if you somehow manage to wake him, it better be important, because mikey is not gonna be happy with you.

- the only time he's ever ok with disturbances is when you crawl to his side of the bed and snake a hand around to the front of his hips and tease your hand at the waist of his pyjamas. only then will he stir, and be more receptive of your rude awakening.

- you'll have to make sure to be extra good to him if you want to earn some of those blankets though. pull him down onto his back and climb up on top of him. he'll whine at the way you grind yourself down onto him, cock growing harder at every roll of your hips. but his eyes will remain half shut, his hands doing all the sensing for him as he'll grip your waist, forcing you down onto him harder. "can't sleep 'jiro" you'll whisper, only slightly frustrated now. "you're taking all of the bed up, can I have some?" but mikey doesn't care. your words barely reach his ears. all he can think about is feeling more of you, now. so instead he'll entertain your wishes by smiling sweetly up to you, patting the space on the bed beside him. "sure. sorry baby, here" mikey will say, and you'll comply, happily crawling off his torso to lay beside him.

- it becomes clear to you that mikey has other plans when you're suddenly trapped beneath him, the heat of his aching cock already pressed against your clit. "but you have to pay for it first" he'll say, with a cheeky smile plastered on his lips. how could you refuse? he takes the slight shift of your hips and the desperate reach of your hands to his hips as an invitation to push himself deep into your cunt, sucking him in as his cock massages your walls. but mikey wants to tease you. he doesn't want you to just get away with waking him up like that. all because you wanted him to move over. no. how dare you? so without warning, mikey is thrusting himself deep inside you, paying no attention to his name which falls from your lips as the friction heats up your core and has you already in a daze. he's aggressive at first, panting breaths and sweat glistening on his chest. but he begins to falter when your hand finds the back of his neck, pulling him to press his forehead against yours. the gaze you hold alone is enough to make him weak, a shaky hand meeting the bed beside you to support him. his rhythm falls to one of a deeper, steadier pace, the tip of his cock kissing your sweet spot with every stroke leaving you gasping for more. the sight of you fucked out like this just for him has him groaning your name with a hoarse voice against your ear. the opportunity to soften him up has peaked, as you find yourself whispering "you're so good for me, please fuck me till I cum 'jiro please" against the shell of his ear.

- mikey will find himself moaning without hesitation to this, his hips beginning to stutter as he tries his hardest to hold himself together at least until he's made you cum. but his pace is faltering, stamina diminishing and he can't help but trail his finger down your torso, thumb pressing and grazing your clit in a desperate attempt to push you closer to your edge. but mikey didn't know you were already there, he was too drunk on the feeling of your tightening walls to notice the heavy pants and and tremors of your body as you fell apart beneath him, eyes clouded by hazy fog as you came undone at his touch. the intensity of your high is enough to cause mikey to shiver, eyes now opening to your fucked out face below him. the way your head lilted to the pillow, chest rising and falling in desperation, was enough for his cock to throb, muscles tightening as he emptied himself inside of you. it was enough for his arms to buckle, his chest and forehead now pressed against yours. "fuck" he curses through heavy breaths. "I love it when you do that"

YOU CAN'T SLEEP BECAUSE HE WONT STOP CLINGING TO YOU: KAZUTORA

- everyone knows kazutora is absolutely touch starved and always will be. that much is obvious from the way he clings to you in bed no matter how hard you try to gently shimmy free from his trap. he somehow always finds his way back to you. but when you're stuck again with his legs completely tanged with yours, arm wrapped tightly around your chest and his head nuzzled into your neck, there's not much else you can do to escape. except..

- you'll have to grasp his hand (which he will try to hold when you do so) and guide it down your chest. you'll give him a moment to realize what he's feeling, but once he gets it his hips will shift ever so slightly, pushing himself closer against your back. you'll guide his fingers to gently graze your nipples, thumbs passing over only a few times before you guide his wandering hands further down, stopping at the waist of the think pyjama shorts you're wearing. his breath will hitch as you'll feel him rut his cock against your ass practically begging for more and each breath will find itself closer and closer to your ear the further you bring his hand, now slipping past the waistline and tracing the inner creases of your hips. kazutora will be too lost in the moment-- too lost in his thoughts of what he wants you to do next-- what you will do next, to say anything beyond soft whispered whimpers when you slip one of his slender fingers inside you.

- "see how wet you make me, kaz?" you'll whisper, craning your neck to allow for him to pepper soft kisses behind your ear while you continued to guide and pump his fingers deeper inside your cunt just for him. he might start to beg, the addition of his second finger inside of you eliciting an audible whine and the continued rocking of his hips against your back. he's so cute like this- so helpless and desperate to be intimate with you in any way he can. you can't help but have a soft spot for him, even if it sometimes keeps you from sleeping.

- the only way to help him fall asleep is to then instruct him onto his back, placing yourself on top of him and allowing yourself to sink down onto his length. he's resorted to a softened moan, the sensation of your walls rhythmically tightening and releasing around his cock becoming to much to handle even though you've barely moved. he'll bury his face into the pillows beside him as the rise and fall of his chest quickly picks up the pace of your hips that grind down onto him with increasing pleasure. you'll feel his cock start to twitch and throb as you roll your hips. "such a good boy for me kazu" you'll coo, encouraging his high. "look so pretty like this"

- his hips will jerk at this comment, hands now gripping at your waist, intent on keeping you there as long as he can. as much as your intention is to pleasure him and not yourself, you can't help but feel a rush of dopamine to your head when inklings of teases accidentally slip past your lips. "such a needy boy for me. can't sleep till I fuck you? is that it baby?" you'll whisper this against his lips as your body finds itself closer to him, slowing the pace of your hips to a deeper, and much more intimate position. he's unable to restrain his moans now, gentle hums vibrating against your lips. "gonna cum for me?" you smile, tracing your hands up and down his torso as you feel him begin to tense up with gasping breaths. "be a good boy and cum for me kazu" you purr into his ear, as his pretty eyes roll back in his head with the pleasure dissolving through his body pushing him over the edge sending ropes of warm cum up inside of you. "so pretty for me" you'll hum, climbing off of him to the space on the bed beside. "think you can sleep now?" and he'll just nod softly, unable to do much else despite his residing desire to return the favour. maybe in the morning.

YOU CAN'T SLEEP BECAUSE HE WONT SHUT THE FUCK UP: RAN

- listen. you love him, but sometimes he just does not shut the fuck up. sometimes you wonder if he's just too enamoured with his own voice to ever stop talking or even consider it. even after hours of his ramblings he's still going on about something unimportant that you've tuned out, when all you want to do is go to sleep. "ran baby" you'll interrupt, head cocked to the side and a sweet smile adorning your lips while your eyes remain closed. "c'mere" ran will raise an eyebrow, but ultimately oblige, shifting himself closer to you and resting his head in his palm awaiting your next words. only words aren't what you have in mind. god no. please no more words.

- instead, you'll prop yourself up on all fours, and plant a sensual kiss on his lips which curve into a smile when you attempt to nip at his bottom lip. ran's hand will quickly reach the sides of your neck because he knows exactly what you're doing. his thumb will stroke the side of your jaw as the rest of his hand tightens against your throat, pulling your lips away from his. "so it's this kind of night?" he'll ask, turning your head away from him to mark your neck just below your ear. the tingle of his lips against your skin draws a restrained moan from your lips, face growing hot as the heat pools at your core.

- you'll sit back on your feet, moving back from your original position so close to his face but ran won't like this at all. you've started something you can't take back now. "what, don't you want me to fuck you, princess?" he taunts, admiring the deep purple mark he left behind your ear. you'll nod innocently, at the very least hoping that at the end of it he'll finally stop talking and go to sleep, but you can't deny the growing tension and heat spreading beneath your skin as he traces your arm before gripping your bicep to pull you back to his lips. he's already hard, cock begging to be touched by you and only you as ran's hand finds it's way to your pyjamas, taking no time to remove them. it isn't long before he has you pinned underneath him, sweat beading at your forehead as the ache between your thighs grows with anticipation. "please" you'll huff, frustrated by the speed at which he's choosing to take things, admiring the way your arms are pinned above you, exposing and submitting you completely to him. "please? I like it when you beg for me princess" ran will tease, running the tip of his cock up against your clit pulling a desperate whine from your lips. "do it again"

- ran is demanding, but you've given yourself up to him now and there's nothing you can do to relieve the tension of the coil at your core except beg for him. "please ran, I'll be a good girl for you, please fuck me" you'll whine, and a hitched breath will suppress a moan when he thrusts his cock deep inside of you without warning. a groan will fall from his lips, mirroring your silent gasp as he ruts his hips into you, hands tightening at your wrists. "s-so hot like this" he stutters, picking up speed pushing himself closer to the edge with every thrust. "always such a good girl aren't you? taking my cock s-so.. well". his words fall to your ears like delicate snow, leaving you with goosebumps and shivers up your spine that contrast to starkly to the heat of his cock and your swollen clit, begging for attention.

- your wrists struggle to free themselves from his grasp, desperate to relieve the tingling sensation growing at your core. but ran knows better. instead, his free hand raises to meet your mouth, slipping two fingers past your lips. "suck" he hisses, never slowing his pace except when his hips jolt at the sensation of your tongue dancing around the length of his fingers. ran throws his head back, only momentarily, but enough to elicit a stifled moan from you, his fingers still pushing at your tongue. when he removes his fingers and replaces them on your clit, you'll find yourself teetering dangerously on the edge as your heart begins to race and your walls flutter around his cock. "fuck princess-- don't do that.. gonna.. gonna make me cum f-for you" he groans, the tension of your walls becoming too much for him to handle. the release of your wrists from above your head of all things is what sends you spiralling off the edge, his name now pouring from your mouth in desperate begs of pleasure as shockwaves grip your body. ran's hand is now intertwined with yours at your head, the contact allowing the tension at his core to snap as he babbles about what a good girl you are for him, his cum painting your walls in spurts as sporadic as his breaths. "s-so good" he breathes, now attempting to stabilize himself. "You really know how to shut me up princess". he knew your plans all along.

YOU CAN'T SLEEP BECAUSE HE WONT TURN HIS PHONE OFF: RINDOU

- sometimes you find yourself wondering if this man ever sleeps. if he's capable of that. sometimes you wonder if he's actually a vampire, because the way he will sit there for hours on end scrolling through videos on his social media playing at near full volume has you going mad. especially when you're trying to sleep beside him, and especially when he starts watching porn. it only happens every now and then, usually when you've fallen asleep relatively early and he's left to pass the time by himself. except this time, you're awake. and this time, you're annoyed.

- "rindou?" you'll ask, brows furrowed in an irritable glare as you turn behind you to see what he's doing. he'll pause the video, and turn to you with a coy smile. "yes baby?" he'll respond almost in a mocking tone, as if he wanted you to hear what he was watching. "what are you doing?" rindou wont answer though. he'll just shrug as if to say I don't know, and continue to stare at you with that inquisitive expression, waiting for some kind of explosive response. "were you watching porn rin?" you'll ask, irritated and already knowing the answer. "maybe I was, maybe I wasn't. does it matter?" god you'll want to wipe that smug grin off his face. it's too late for this, but you can't help but sit up, now slightly more miserable than you were before. "you really piss me off, you know?" and he'll chuckle, leaning to plant a kiss on your forehead that you'll promptly slap away. "I see. Is that how we're going to play this game?" rindou asks, but his eyes have a certain tint of hostility to them, a tint that has your insides erupting in anxious butterflies. maybe you shouldn't have done that.

- rindou is now sighing, the hiss of a "tch" whispering from his lips as he shakes his head at you. now you've done it. that much is clear by the way he's abandoned his phone, placing his body on top of you in a near straddle. "you're gonna behave like this? at this hour? shouldn't you be sleeping baby girl?" you can only gulp in response, a fire now spreading in your abdomen as his figure towered over you. "I-I'm sorry" you stutter, but part of you hopes he won't accept. and of course, he doesn't. he won't. he will never. instead, rindou will snake his fingers past your pyjama shorts, pushing them deep inside of you leaving you gasping for air in response. "pretty girls like you really oughta learn to be nicer" he hums, pumping his fingers at a painfully slow pace. you want to beg for him, plead him for more, but you know he wont comply. still, you try, a small whimper dropping from your lips as you look up at him with doe eyes. "rin, please? I want you" you'll ask, but rindou will only shake his head in disappointment causing you to whine for him. "too selfish." he hisses, now removing his fingers entirely now resorting to thumbing your clit in reprimand. "I bet you want to cum on my fingers don't you?" he teases, but his tone hints at something more sinister. you nod feverishly at his question, desperation tainting your rationality but rindou is ruthless with you, returning his fingers to your dripping cunt but this time with such force that you're left sobbing in a mixture of both pleasure-filled cries and pain. rindou curls his fingers, tips just barely grazing your sweet spot sending you into a continued frenzy of begging for more. "is my baby girl gonna cum for me like the good girl she is?" he asks, the tone of mockery once again returning to his voice but you don't care- he's pushed you so close to your high that you can think of nothing else but the chase. so you nod frantically, gasping as you attempt to speak. "p-please rin-- gonna-- cum" you pant, but his face twists to an ominous grin as he takes his fingers back, your walls clenching around nothing and begging for something. your desperate sobs are muffled by his fingers in your mouth, hand cupped around your cunt as if you hold you down from the involuntary writhing you were submitted to. "too bad."

[komoreangel]

𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬

pairing: kazuha x reader

scenario: kazuha takes you to the lake for a romantic getaway, and he finds himself reminiscing of days long gone…ah, but you’re here with him, and that’s the only blessing he really needs, isn’t it?

genre: fluff, kazuha misses his friend but he loves u a lot !! + kazuha with messy hair hdbnd

request: KAZUHA AND HIS S/O SWIMMIGN TOGTHER IN A LAKE <\\3 SO ROMANTIC

a/n: SO TRUE ANON!! man,,,no ones doing it like kazuha,,,sexy and romantic? 🏃‍♀️

he woke you up that morning with a soft grin, telling you he had great plans for the day ahead. you had only just woken up, and already the words that fell upon your ears were nothing short of adoration, along with him trying his best to convince you to agree.

his efforts were in vain, because you would’ve followed him anywhere without hesitation. after getting dressed and grabbing your things, he took you by the hand and the two of you made your way out of the harbor. the crux was temporarily docked there while beidou visited ningguang (which the crew knew could take days, as it was painfully obvious they were more than just business partners).

“kazuha, where are you taking me?” you asked him after a while. you had thought he was planning on going to guyun stone forest again, as the shores of his homeland, inazuma, we’re faintly visible from there. he loved telling you stories about the land of his birth, and always said he’d take you there someday.

“don’t fret, y/n, it’s just a different route this time,” he assured you. however, the farther you got from the coast, the more you realized he had a different location in mind. before you could joke about how he’d tricked you, the two of you stood on a cliff overlooking luhua pool.

he offered to carry your bag and set it down in the sand. “darling, come here,” he called. you went over to him, leaning your head on his shoulder as you gazed at the crystal blue waters in front of you. the weather was rather nice that day, and he was ecstatic to have you here with him.

after enjoying the scenery for a while, he once more took you by the hand, with his eyes only on you and nowhere else. “you want to go in?” you have to admit, the water was gorgeous, and it had been getting a bit hot, as if the sun itself would concede to his wishes. “but i’m just in my clothes, i don’t..” he pulled you closer to the water, slightly chuckling at your protests.

“relax, dearest. there’s no harm in getting your clothes wet, is there? it’s hot enough outside that just setting them on the deck will dry them by tomorrow.” you can’t help but agree with him, especially when he looks at you like that. “alright, but if my clothes get ruined, it’s on you.” you tell him. his eyes light up at your words, and the two of you head closer to the water.

“of course, i’ll take full responsibility.” he replies, and as he steps further into the lake, you follow after him. you move your foot forwards, not realizing how deep the water is, and before you can stop yourself, are falling headfirst into the lake. your hair, along with all of your clothes, are now soaked. to your surprise (and slight annoyance), kazuha lifts you up with one hand, his hands steadying you.

“be careful, y/n. we don’t want you drowning, now do we?” you are slightly miffed that he didn’t help you earlier (because from past experience you know he was fully capable of stopping you from falling) and in retaliation you lean down into the water, as if to look for something. he notices, and turns towards you. “is something the matter?”

“yeah, i’m looking for my bracelet, it fell off in the water.” at this, he also leans down beside you, unaware that the bracelet you speak of is actually in your bag, which he was carrying earlier. as soon as his face nears the water, you push him down, his surprise evident as he lets out a yelp of surprise. you laugh at his struggle, as for once, the man who is always ever so eloquent and full of nothing but the most elegant of words is startled.

his head rises above the water with a tired smile on his face. “i suppose i should’ve expected that, hm?” his hair is wet, and has gotten messy from the sudden submersion into the lake. despite it being a prank of yours, you can’t help but think he looks even prettier this way. you help him up, continuing to laugh as you do so.

"sorry," you say between giggles. he continues to grin, pausing to add, "you didn't actually lose the bracelet, did you?" the bracelet was a gift from him to you for one of your anniversaries. "of course not, kaz. i'd never lose it."

he smiles at you and turns his gaze to the water. it wasn't long ago he was standing here with tomo... hoping to himself that things would forever stay that way. moments like these are when he truly understands the shogun's desire for 'eternity'. for the time we spend with our loved ones to last forever, and for the emotions and feelings we hold dearly to never end.

"kazuha, are you okay?" you've moved towards him, your hand on his shoulder. he falters a bit. "ah...yes, darling, don't worry. just lost in a thought, that's all." the smile you give at his words is everything to him, even if you don't know it. "thank you for bringing me here, kazuha. i know it's an important place to you."

so you'd known what he was feeling the whole time? he'd always said you understood him like no one else did, but apparently even he didn't know to what extent. he feels so comforted in your presence, like he doesn't have to say anything to convey his feelings. you just know, and vice versa.

he's never felt more grateful to have someone like you by his side. maybe, even though tomo is long gone, his friend had done him one final favor and pushed you in his direction. because to be in love with a person as amazing as you, kazuha believes there's got to be some other force of nature at work.

a/n: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG ANON </3 I MEANT TO RELEASE IT EARLIER I SWEAR. there goes kit again with her wack post schedule. BUT 2.1 IS OUT!! AND SCARAMOUCHE APPEARED!! FOR FIVE MINUTES!!!! all jokes aside IM SO HAPPY HE FINALLY SHOWED UP. LIKE....GENUINELY WHEN I WAS PLAYING THE UPDATE AND I SAW HIM I WAS VERY VERY SATISFIED 10/10 !! i also learned the way i portray him might be completely ooc...which is fine its fine im fine- but i think i will be posting more scara content (whos surprised) just to celebrate plus i also wanted to get this one out before another day goes by where i forget, thank u for reading !! <33

[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

Useless | Kaz Brekker x Sister!Reader

Requested by @inquistitorebony​ : “Hey could you please do a kaz x Sister reader please where she has some medical issues and is really weak and gets inured on a job with kaz and he get all protective brother mode”

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x sister!reader, Jesper x reader (platonic)

Word Count: 1297 (I havent proof read because its late and im tired so this might change tomorrow)

Warnings: angsty stuff and sibling fluff

A/N: I didn't specify what the readers condition is so you can personalise that as you want. As always, spelling and grammar are not my strongest skills so please be kind :)

Masterlist

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“We’re all clear on the plan?” 

The Crows nod in reply to Kaz and hurry off to prepare for the task ahead, leaving you stood alone with your brother. 

“What about me?” You ask

“What about you?” he replies as he gathers up the floor plans, blueprints and various other papers spread on the table.

“What do you want me to do?” 

“Relax. Read a book. Whatever you want to do while you’ve got this place to yourself” he walks away.

“Place to myself…” you stand up and follow him “No, Kaz, I’m coming with you!”

“Absolutely not. You're staying here and that’s an order”

“An order?” You laugh "Who do you think you are? The General?” 

He stops suddenly, turning to look at you.

“I’m serious Y/N. This job is too dangerous, especially with your condition.”

“My condition? What about you?” You gesture to his cane “If you can do it then so can I”

“You're weak”

“No weaker than you”

“Y/N!

“Kaz!”

You reach a stalemate as the two of you stare at each other, each waiting for the other to back down. He’s stubborn. But so are you. 

“I think she should come” Jesper breaks the silence.

“Stay out of this Jesper” Kaz warns, still not taking his eyes off you.

“Oh come on Kaz!” Jesper continues “You know she’s the best actor here…we could really use her help distracting the guards.”

“I could even use my condition. Guards can’t resist helping a poor sick girl. Please Kaz, let me prove I’m not useless” you flash your puppy eyes at him until eventually he lets out a sigh of defeat.

“Fine! But if your condition gets worse you head straight to the meet up point. Okay?” 

“Yes sir” you salute and he rolls his eyes before heading off to his office. You look over to Jesper, a big grin on your face as you thank him.

— — — — 

 The job had started off smooth. 

The guards completely fell for your ‘poor sick girl’ act and were fully distracted trying to help you. They didn’t notice Jesper sneak past the door or Inej scale the side of the building, effortlessly pulling herself up onto the roof. They did however notice the loud crash as something came smashing through one of the upstairs windows. The three of you jumped as you turn to see what had caused the damage.

Your heart sank as your eyes fell upon a familiar cane laying on the pavement in a pool of broken glass, blood covering the metal crows head.

“KAZ!” You yell as you make a run toward the building entrance but you're stopped by the on of the guards holding you back while the other sprints past you to investigate.

“I cant let you in there”

“Let go of me!” You fight to try and free yourself “I have to find my brother!” 

“You're brother?” The guard asks, holding you even tighter and you curse yourself as you realise what you’ve said “Was this the plan? You distract the guards while he robs the place?”

“Please let me go”

“The only place you're going is jail where you belong”

You fight again but you can feel your strength leaving you at a rapid rate. You swing your legs wildly and manage to kick the guard in just the right place. He yells and throws you down to the floor, your head hitting the pavement with a loud thud. You groan as you roll onto your back, clutching your throbbing head in your hands. Your vision is blurry but you can just about make out the guard looming toward you, gun in hand pointed at you. 

“Assaulting a guard is a crime punishable by death” 

You allow the pain to take over and let your eyes flicker shut as you wait for it all to end. 

The last thing you hear is a gunshot followed by Jesper calling your name.

— — — — 

When your eyes open again you're surprised to find yourself back home in your own bed, bright light pouring in through the window. You squint your eyes from the brightness as you look around the room and realise Jesper is asleep in the chair next to you, his head resting on the edge of your bed. You reach out and gently poke him awake. He yawns as he sits up. It takes him a moment to register that you are also awake. 

“Y/N! Are you okay? How are you feeling?” 

“Like I’ve done a full body workout. Ugh, why does everything ache?!”

“How much do you remember?” Jesper asks

“Fighting with a guard. Falling to the floor. He was going to shoot me…”

“He wasn’t quick enough” Jesper winks as he blows the tip of his gun, spins it around his finger and shoves it in his pocket. You smile at him, but then your eye is drawn to something behind him. A cane resting against the wall. Your memories come flooding back and yo sit up suddenly panicked. 

“Where Kaz?! Is he okay?!”

“Y/N, you need to calm down. You're still weak” 

“Where is he?!” 

“He’s…” Jesper starts but is cut off. 

“Here” Kaz appears at the door “I’m here” 

You jump out of bed quicker than your legs can carry you and stumble into his arms. He grabs you in his gloved hands and Jesper rushes to you, helping Kaz hold you up and lead you back to bed. Once he’s sure your safe he lets go of you, taking a small step back. Jesper sits next to you, arm around your shoulder as you cant stop the tears flooding down your face.

“I thought you were dead” you cry

“I thought YOU were dead” Kaz replies “when I saw Jesper carrying your lifeless body, it took me back to Jor…” he trails off, unable to finish. He takes a steadying breath “I’m glad you're okay” 

“Me too.” You say wiping your face “and I'm sorry. I guess you were right, I was too weak to go on that mission. I’m useless.” 

Kaz looks at you for a moment before looking to Jesper, silently asking him to leave. Jesper gives your shoulder a quick squeeze before getting up and leaving the room. Kaz fills the empty space next to you on the bed, taking a deep breath before placing his hand on yours. 

“You are not useless Y/N. You are brilliant.” He says and you look at him “I was watching you distract those guards and I was so proud. You live with your condition every single day and you never let it hold you back. On my darkest days I look at you and you inspire me to keep going, because if you can do it then so can I.” 

You give him a small, genuine smile which he returns as he squeezes your hand affectionately. 

“Now you go back to sleep, get your strength back up and I’ll check on you later” he releases your hand and moves to the door. 

“Thank you Kaz” you say as you get yourself comfy.

“Don't ever think you are useless Y/N” he says when he stops at the door and turns back to you “that’s an order”

You let out a small laugh as you salute him and he rolls his eyes. But you see the smile creep onto his face before he leaves and you drift back into a peaceful sleep. 

[rivetwrites]

Ok so hii so a few days my best friend dare me to dodge my bf kisses and take a video of it and i was like hell yeah;so i did it and it was hilarious jsjs so may i request Hajime,Shuichi,Mondo (im a mondo simp i-)and Rantaro's s/o dodge their kisses like the same situation i mention before

Have a great day mods!

//oooo this is interesting!! mondo simps rise the hell UP!!! i got a bit carried away - mod oma

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Mondo, Hajime, Shuichi, and Rantaro who’s S/O was dared not to kiss them

Under cut for length!

~Mondo Owada

Leon had dared you to go an entire day dodging your boyfriend’s kisses

You were going to decline, but he offered you a McDonalds gift card and you couldn’t possibly refuse

Your day started with you waking up slowly in Mondo’s chest

Thank god he was still asleep, so you can easily slip away without any morning kiss

When he woke up, he was pretty confused. You’re usually there in the morning for him

At school was a lot easier, since he had to keep his bad boy appearance

But his fleeting kisses whenever you to passed in the halls were pretty hard to avoid, since they always appear out of nowhere

Now Mondo was suspicious of you

Were you mad at him? Cheating? Sad?

He decided to ask his bros, which Leon had to stifle in his laughter

Once you two returned home on his motorcycle, he leaned in for another kiss once more, which you obviously avoided

“Babe, what the fuck is with you today?! You avoided me all day!” He didn’t mean to sound angry, but he was very confused and oddly saddened by the lack of affection from you

You knew you couldn’t tell him what’s up, but the look on his face shattered your heart

“Leon dared me to avoid all the kisses for a McDonalds gift card...” Now that you’ve said it out loud, you sounded pretty stupid

Mondo didn’t say anything, only picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder

“I’m gonna rip out his fuckin’ goatee, I’ll buy you McDonalds or some shit, just fuckin’ kiss me.”

Needless to say, you were flooded with kisses that night

~Hajime Hinata

Bets with Kazuichi usually always end up in you winning

But this one, he was sure you’d lose!!

He really wanted you to buy him something from McDonalds as your punishment for losing

“Hey hey! I have a bet, (Y/N)! And if you lose, you gotta buy me something!”

Of course you agreed. It was easy-

“You can’t kiss Hajime for an entire day!”

Now that won’t be too easy.

You accepted anyway. You didn’t want to buy Kaz anything

It started with Hajime immediately trying to get his lips on you, since he hasn’t kissed you the entire night

As soon as you pulled away before he could, he was automatically confused

“Babe? What’s up?” He asked, his fingers lingering on your waist

You didn’t want to tell him, but the look on his face made you heart hurt

“Soda betted that I couldn’t kiss you for an entire day. He said if I did, I have to buy him something..”

Hajime thought for a moment, then pulled away

“Fine with me. As long as you win.”

~Shuichi Saihara

You knew you shouldn’t take dares from Kokichi, but he wouldn’t stop nagging you about this one

“Pleeeaaaase?? It’s only for oooone day! Can’t you even do that?”

You wanted to wipe the smirk off of his tiny face, so you accepted

No kisses from Shuichi for a day. Easy enough

Thankfully, you and Shuichi didn’t sleep in the same dorm that day, since he was very busy with schoolwork

But at school, he liked to go out for lunch, since the crowded cafeteria gave him anxiety

You went with him, of course

Bad choice

He was already missing you from not sleeping in your bed the night before, so his hand was holding on tight to yours

You two were in a very secluded booth in a diner, so he was pushed up against you, his head resting on your shoulder

It was...very unlike him

Shuichi turned to look at you, leaning up to press a kiss to your lips, which you scooted away from him to avoid

He had the look of hurt and confusion on his face, a frown on his lips

“I-I’m sorry, Shuichi. I-I’m just not in the mood to kiss right now.” Good enough of an excuse

“J-Just one kiss? Kokichi dared me to be a lot more affectionate today, and he promised not to prank us next all next week!”

Ah.

And he had bet the same thing with you, just the opposite

So you two had no way to win the bet, since one of you would be breaking it

Fuck you Kokichi.

~Rantaro Amami

You wanted to do an experiment with your boyfriend

He thrives off of your affection and touch, so you wanted to see how he would react when you didn’t give him any

It was going to be difficult, since you two didn’t have any classes that day, but you’re not one to back away from a challenge

When he woke up to you not being in his arms, he was pretty confused

You two usually started your day cuddling!

When he got up to you sitting on the couch, he went over to you to give a good morning kiss, which you promptly avoided

Now he was concerned

But he didn’t push it, maybe you just weren’t in the mood. But he was!!

Near the middle of the day, he tried again, wrapping his arms around you from behind to give a kiss to your neck, which you pulled away rather forcefully

Rantaro’s brows furrowed, “Angel, is something wrong? You’re acting pretty weird.”

You explained that you just weren’t in a touchy mood, which he could sense is a lie, but didn’t press

When you two were getting ready for bed, you curled up in his chest as his hands run down your spine

“You know you can tell me anything, angel. Is something bothering you?” He was referring the absence of affection from you

“I just wanted to see how you would react with no kisses, that’s all.” You leaned up to press a kiss to his jawline

Your boyfriend let out a soft chuckle before peppering your face in small, much needed kisses

[musicallisto]

Hi, congrats on 800 followers! Can I please get a Six of Crows ship? I’m have short brown hair (I dyed red last week) and green eyes. I don't mind if im shipped with a girl or a boy. I like reading (no romantic novels), music and photography. I'm Aquarius. I’m very curious. I'm a little shy and even cold at first. I’m not good with feelings, I mostly keep them to myself if I can, but I care deeply for my loved ones and would do anything to help them, even if I'm not very good at giving advice. ☆

hi! here’s your vanilla milkshake, I hope you like it! I ship you with jesper fahey!

You don’t imagine the extent of my joy to be able to add a gif of an actual real person for Jesper... however shall I survive until Aprid 23rd?

For the longest time, you thought the world started and ended at your corner of Fjerda, in your frozen estate by the True Sea.

You were descented from minor Fjerdan nobility, and your father, jaded by Court Life and its political intrigues - and, unofficially, penniless after giving his all for the sempiternal wars on Ravka -, had decided to leave the capital and retire to his family’s estate by the sea a few years after you were born.

All you had ever known were the large, marbled corridors you’d spend entire afternoons wandering, daydreaming about adventures in the confines of the country - or living the lavish life of a true Fjerdan princess, in an outrageously enormous bed of satin sheets...

The house was spacious and beautiful, with a marvelous view over the sea, gently carrying its boats to and fro before you - and you’d stay there on the balcony in your flowy white dress, admiring the ocean until you couldn’t fight the chills of the night creeping up your spine anymore; but as tranquil and languid as your existence was, it was also terribly lonely.

All you longed for was a sibling, a friend, a partner in crime, someone you could explore the world and go on quests with...

... until a lighting bolt tore the silence, one night.

You couldn’t sleep, so you had gone on a walk by the shore as you often did - your father was never worried about it, since you knew the rocks and their cracks like the back of your hand, and would know the way back home even with your eyes closed.

But you were so absorbed by the distant twinkling of stars that you didn’t notice the shadows creeping up behind you until it was too late.

Screams in a language you can’t understand; an arm around your neck in a chokehold, another slipping under your knees; you thrash around, slice all you can, bite and claw at all you can grasp...

Your abductors know better than to let Fjerdan nobility get away from their grasp. They don’t know exactly who you are - but they’ve guessed from the distinguished aspect of your house that there’s a fine sum to gain from whoever will be willing to pay for you - your father for a ransom, or anyone else, in Kerch, who’ll make good use of your services.

Those brothels in Ketterdam pay good money for young girls, they hear - even more so for a Fjerdan pearl.

When they throw you on an overloaded carriage like a potato sack, you’re still yelling at the top of your lungs, pleading for your father, for one of your maids, for anyone to help you.

But no one hears.

You shed all the tears you have in the first night, tossed around in a dark chariot, off to somewhere unknown. Your father hasn’t prepared you for this - nothing, not even your books nor your fantastical imaginary adventures...

But you don’t intend on being sold off that easily. So you devise a plan to get away.

The first opportunity to break free presents itself when your kidnappers force you to board a ship; but they manage to catch you before you’ve run very far.

But second time’s the charm; with nothing better to do during the voyage than to bide your time and gnaw at your bonds, you’re able to slip from your captor’s watch, and blindly run through the harbor - just to get as far as possible from the stench of this floating carcass.

The first thing that strikes you is the odor. You’ve known the sea forever - it’s clear and bright as ice, and smells of fresh mornings and cold salt; never of this green rot that festers everywhere in these streets... and all those chimneys, all those people, who stare you down as you run down these grimy streets, barefoot in your off-white dress...

You understand that you’re farther from home than you’ve ever been, and it’s not a thrilling adventure, it’s terrifying and overwhelming, and you want nothing more than to burst into tears.

But you don’t, because a pair of strangers flag you down in a language you don’t understand.

A tall and lanky dark-skinned boy, wearing vibrant fabric and a self-assured grin; and possibly the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen in your life, all bright eyes and genuine frown.

Paralyzed, you open your mouth, once, twice, incapable of making the slightest sound; until the girl notices your visible discomfort, and, eyeing your pale eyes, asks in the slightest of Ravkan accents;

“Are you Fjerdan?”

You nod with all your soul. You’re ready to cling onto them both for dear life.

“What happened to you?”

Your voice fails you - you can’t explain it - you haven’t even comprehended it all. You were curled up in front of the fireplace just the night before...

“Do you have anywhere to go?”

You shake your head with despair, trying to blink back the tears.

“Come with us. We know someone who’ll help you.”

You don’t mull it over very long. Maybe it’s your sheltered uprbinging that has made you naive; maybe it’s the curiously comforting warmth you see in the Ravkan girl’s eyes; but you simply have no better option, and you can��t understand a word of Kerch, or wherever it is that this barbarian folk speak.

Although your two saviors start arguing, probably about whether or not they can reasonably take you in, your tear-stained cheeks and desperate vulnerability are enough to convince them - so you follow them.

Into the lair of the Dregs, of whom you’ve never heard - and of Kaz Brekker, who you know very well.

After all, he’s the infamous gangster who invaded your homeland, broke into the Ice Court, and stole the Shu boy - or so you saw your father read in the papers. To know that you are under the same roof as that lowlife would be enough to give your father a heart attack...

You’re half convinced that he’ll throw you back to the streets, but Nina and, surprisingly, Jesper as well, plead in your favor with a greatly convincing fervor. You learn that it’s probably because Kaz has much greater worries on his mind - the criminal group is planning on retrieving one of their own from the clutches of a treacherous business partner, or so you’ve gathered.

Either way, you’re more than happy that the terrifying and redoubtable Kaz Brekker is leaving you alone, and that you can enjoy Jesper’s company.

You two become unexpectedly good friends overtime. He comes to visit you at the Crow Club, where you’re staying, almost every day. Yet communication is not your strong suit, especially in a language you don’t understand at all, and you don’t fancy yourself a particularly enthralling girl to be around.

Not when one has lived the life of a criminal, a sharpshooter, a wanderer, a playboy... well, all those things that Jesper prises himself on being, and all those words he’s taught you in Kerch.

(That and the curse words, of course, that you’re a bit intimidated to use at first, until they slip out of your mouth one evening when you drop your plate at dinner with the Dregs, and the entire canteen falls dead silent.)

“Did she just say ‘fuck’?”

“I think she just said fuck.”

“See, Matthias, she wasn’t immediately struck by lighting by Djel’s hand. You won’t die if you say it.”

Speaking of Matthias, he’s also a good friend of yours - it’s comforting and refreshing to have a familiar face around, one of Fjerdan roots and mores.

Although the rest of the group says you’re not that Fjerdan.

“You’re one of the feisty ones, at least.”

“I’m not ‘feisty’. Shut up, Jesper.”

“Ah, I see you’ve been working on the vocabulary I taught you!”

Matthias and you both have a lot of soul-searching and unlearning to do about the outside world - you were raised in particularly bigoted environments, you somewhat less than him. The hatred for the Grisha he’s been taught by the Drüskelle is fear in your case; you’ve been brought up on bedtime stories of bloodthirsty Grisha who devour unruly kids, and war and devastation caused by their unstability and blasphemous magic.

It’s even more of a shock to you when you learn Jesper is a Grisha.

Unbeknownst to you, you’ve started to fall a little for him - how could you not? He’s funny, charming, sarcastic and witty; always has the best stories to tell, and despite it all, sincerely cares for you amidst the chaos of their heist and revenge plans.

But to learn he was the kind of monster - no, the kind of creature - no, the kind of person, you force yourself to correct mentally - that you had been taught to fear for your entire life...

“I’m so sorry. You should never have been there.”

He’s pacing back and forth in your room after a shootout has gone awry and you were caught in the crossifre; it’s the first time he’s ever had to use his Durast powers to get you of the mess - and normally he wouldn’t have, because it’s a secret he wishes he could carry to the grave, but the fear of losing you was too strong...

“Thank god that I was there, though. What would you do without me?”

He’s fidgety and restless, nervously playing with his pistols, and his nervous laugh is all but genuine; and you’re huddled up on your bed, staring him down with wide eyes.

“Jesper, you...”

“Yeah, maybe not the best moment.”

“Jesper...”

“It’s like they have a knack for knowing exactly where we’re gonna be and when...”

“Jesper!”

He abruptly turns to look at you, and his eyes widen. He’s starting to understand, almost, but refuses to believe it. Your voice is a murmur, and you can hardly hold his gaze.

“Jesper, are you... going to hurt me?”

His words die in his throat. He remembers where you’re from... the garbage that they must have filled your ears and head with from the day you were born... how feverish Matthias was with Nina... he looks at his hands, and his Materialki magic rumbles like a dark curse.

“Y/N, you’re scared of me?”

The sheer hurt in his voice breaks your heart. Even though you’re trembling, you let him step closer to you, slowly. It’s Jesper in front of you, not some ungodly monster from legends... Jesper, your Jesper...

“I’m... I’m sorry...”

He cups your face in his hands, warm and just a bit moist, and stares into your eyes with a vulnerability you have never seen in him.

“I’d never do anything to hurt you, Y/N, I swear on my life. All I want is you to be safe...”

Safe from me, if that’s what you wish, he thinks for a split second, but you don’t give him time to doubt; you’ve captured his lips in a frenzied kiss, and hold on for dear life onto his lean shoulders.

Fjerda and its blind hatred is very far from you, now. You're locked in Jesper's embrace, and you won't have to hear their lies anymore.

You know you have nothing to fear from him; not now, and not ever.

800 follower sleepover CLOSED!

[kathuichithouda-archives]

Im tired of ships following the stereotypical format sometimes.

Especially Soudam.

Like, most soudam shippers have this idea where

1. Kaz is the stupid subby bottom boy

2. Gundham is the smarter intimidating top

Both things can be true but should not define them.

Some unpopular opinions?

Gundham cannot handle compliments or social situations very well. pda is hard. expressing emotions (specifically publicly but even privately) is HARD. So he isn't going to prance around like some overbearing jealous boyfriend over Kazuichi. That just isn't going to happen from him. It's not that he wouldn't want ppl to know they're a couple or even that he's ashamed, he is just Awkward and isn't used to pda.

Kazuichi prefers pda, as he's very clingy but he does learn Gundham's boundaries within time. They still get to hold hands/pinkies from time to time. Occasionally they might smooch in public. But it isn't much.

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Gundham Tanaka cannot cook.

I'm sorry, but all of you saying Kazuichi can't be trusted with cooking are looking at the wrong person. Gundham, though I doubt it's too literal, says his mother is a horrible cook. (I have my own theories on this but for the sake of cutting this shorter we'll pretend she's just straight up Not Decent; if ur curious feel free to ask about my theory lmao wink wink)

So I see it as a like mother like son sorta deal and Gundham cannot cook to save his life. Yes he knows recipes, cuz he does his research. It does not mean he can be trusted to put it together.

Kazuichi on the other hand, is creative as fuck. Is it good all the time? No. At first his curiosity and sheer "I eat whatever garbage I can shovel in my mouth" chaotic energy were what sparked this so maturely the start of his thrilling cooking career was equal to that of a frat guy. (Again I have my own theories and hcs about his home life as well, nudge me if u want me to infodump about THAT but carrying on.)

Kazuichi is a person who likes to work with his hands so yes the start his food creations weren't exactly God tier nor well they ever be, but it's a thing that satisfied him and a skill he eventually learns with time. He had to provide for himself mostly, after all.

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It's pretty fifty fifty when it boils down to "hey babe please fuckin take care yourself." Gundham has a tight schedule however you can't tell me he hasn't gotten absorbed into blogging into the later hours of the evening so much so he's tiredly staring at a screen until he's awaken to the reality of OH SHIT 4 HOURS AS GONE BY I DIDNT EVEN HAVE DINNER I NEED TO SLEEP but one more update--

And I agree that Kazuichi is a hard worker that gets enveloped into his work plus with the detail of having to run the shop as he grew up he doesn't see this as much of an issue. He's used to working and doing without.

Both of them just need a nudge to take a break sometimes, though they're passionate in what they do they both deserve some rest.

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Gundham isn't completely naive and neither is Kazuichi. While that adds to the humor of the story, having Kaz be way more modern while Gundham is in his Overlord-Era mind; that isn't them 24/7. Especially if they're actually dating and taking the time to know and learn one another.

Gundham is allowed to speak... "normally." And Kaz doesn't constantly have to make fun of or translate how he talks. Again, Gundham is awkward with communicating, and is a bit Off, but Kaz is a misfit too. So they get it.

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Gundham is also allowed to emote.

Kaz is 10× more emotional, at least more openly. But Gundham is permitted to be just as vulnerable. He isn't stern and cold and numb, though he pretends to be to distance himself. But Kazuichi does the same thing, though he obviously fails at it.

Kaz doesn't always have to be the over emotional ones. Let Gundham be vulnerable. And let Kaz be the one to help.

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There's more, surely, but that's just a pattern I'm noticing with soudam content and I wanna separate from that honestly.

[itsjesperfahey]

The wedding planer AU for Inej and Kaz or camper counseler AU for wesper would be fantastic

i sided for the wesper camp counselour au (ps i might do the kanej wedding planner later, im still coming up with some stuff for it. if i ever post it i’ll tag u!). hope u enjoy! @cornerforward13

(send me an au + a soc ship)

when wylan volunteered his summers to waking up at the ass-crack of dawn to take care of children at a summer camp, he wasn’t expecting to see him

him being jesper fahey, the loudest, most un-caring student at their local high school. dubbed the ‘class clown’ in their first year of high school, jesper was known for his quick mouth and even quicker detention acquisition. while the two had never officially spoken with each other, they had been in plenty of classes together

wylan simply wanted to learn, and jesper simply wanted to rile up the teacher in any way he could. while the class laughed along, wylan would roll his eyes and suppress any hint of amusement.

in fact, he even rolled his eyes when he first spotted jesper at the first camp counselor meeting

his heart rolled too, but no one needed to know

they bumped into each other, quite literally, as they were helping set up the camp’s main building

“shoot, i’m sorry- wylan van eck? what on earth were you doing here?”

“you know my name?” was the only thing wylan managed to squeak out as he bent down to pick up the toy cash register he had been carrying moments before

jesper let out a bark of laughter, and wylan felt his heart leap again. “of course I know your name. what kind of silly question is that? aren’t you supposed to be a genius?”

“aren’t you supposed to be, i don’t know, not working here?”

a signature smirk broke out onto jesper’s face. “in previous summers, perhaps i’d be at home sleeping at this time. but, my advisor suggested i work here this summer to get some volunteer hours. it’d make my future college application ‘stand out’ or whatever. why are you here?”

“i work here every summer. this one’s no different.”

“right. well, we’d better get back to work before we get yelled at. wouldn’t want to get fired on the first day. see you in a bit-”, jesper eyed the cash register in wylan’s hands, “- merchling.” and with that, jesper gave wylan a pat on the shoulder, and left to finish sweep the floors.

the burning of wylan’s cheeks indicated this would be a long long summer

and it was

because every weekday, from 8 to 5pm, wylan would have to see that stupid face and hear that stupid nickname. and oh, jesper just loved to tease. and wylan loved to pretend like the things jesper did had absolutely no effect on him. nope. none whatsoever.

for example, when it was swimming lessons day at the lake, wylan definitely didn’t come close to collapsing when jesper took his shirt off and tossed it wylan’s way, the everpresent smirk on his face gleaming a bit wider that morning

or when they were roasting marshmallows, and wylan was too busy making sure the kids weren’t near the fire to make his own s’more, he surely didn’t almost burst into tears when jesper walked up and handed wylan one he had made for him

also when there was kickball tournament, and it was counselor vs kids, wylan didn’t even come close to exploding when he kicked the winning home run and jesper hoisted him up and spun him around like a damn princess. absolutely not.

or maybe when they took a field trip to the science museum, and jesper picked out a crystal from the gift shop and pretended to get down on one knee and propose, wylan didn’t feel his heart stutter as much as his mouth did. the kids, innocent as ever, cheered and believed they’d actually get married. wylan had to break a few hearts that day, including jesper’s.

and lets not remember the time when it was show and tell, and while the campers brought their favorite seashells they found or their pet frogs, wylan showed off his flute skills and artwork. he didn’t melt to jelly when jesper pulled him aside afterward and whispered “hey, you’re really talented” (he also added “maybe you should draw me sometime, i’m a wonderful model, as you can see”, but wylan ignored that part)

the other counselors noticed, and would try and talk to wylan about it. he’d just shoo kaz, inej, nina and matthias away, denying everything. they’d just smile, shake their heads, and chase after the next kid who was running much too fast with a pair of scissors

the kids noticed eventually, too. “mr.wylan,” they’d say, “why are your cheeks always red?”

“because it’s too hot out here” he’d reply

and jesper would add the usual “oh, i’m sorry! it’s cause i’m here. i’ll go inside”

wylan would shake his head and grumble to himself, and the kids would run off to finish coloring. 

one time, a little girl came up to jesper, a drawing in her hand. when jesper took it, it was a drawing of him and wylan, holding hands, a heart in between them.

“now, why’d you draw this?” jesper asked, heart warm. 

“well, momma and papa like each other and they do this lots! ms.nina said you and mr.wylan like each other too! do you like him, mr.jes?” the child, hanna, replied

jesper let out a sigh. “perhaps i might. don’t figure he feels the same though, little one. hardly speaks to me, always has that cute nose of his in some music or math sheets. think i might have annoyed him one too many times.”

the child huffed, crossing her arms. “everyone likes you, mr.jes. you just gotta show mr.wylan that he can like you, too”

an idea dawned upon jesper, just then. “you’re a smart little girl, aren’t you? aye, go round up your friends. I’ve got a task for you all.”

the next morning, when the summer was drawing to a close, wylan was the last to arrive to work that day. when he flicked the lights on, he wasn’t expecting all the campers holding up poorly cut-out red paper hearts, all yelling “surprise!”

he wasn’t expecting jesper in the middle of it all, holding a bouquet of roses, while the other counselors filmed with their phones

when little hanna walked up to wylan and handed him her drawing, with jesper’s god-awful handwriting at the top spelling out ‘sorry for being an arse all the time, can i make it up with dinner tonight?’, wylan wasn't expecting to say “yes”. it just sort of slipped out, really. so did the “i never hated you, jesper. maybe some of your jokes and teases, but never you”

and when him and jesper hugged as the campers squealed in delight, he wasn’t expecting jesper to kiss him then and there

but he didn’t mind it. nope. not at all. absolutely not.