#minus the stoic part

[sedgewicke]

Powerful, dignified, emotionally constipatedstoic men who seem like they have everything figured out and all their shit together, but are actually hot messes who have Way Too Many Emotions that they have no idea what to do with (probably combined with some nonspecific, undiagnosed mental illness) and are generally just barely keeping it together under a veneer of being Totally In Control.

Is a very specific fetish of mine.

[fatuismooches]

Hello

I just saw your post with the fragile SO and honestly I loved it sooo much ❤️

Now I wanted to request kinda of a follow up. Like what if before you died you wrote them a letter, saying how much you love them and how they made your last days on earth so memorable and stuff like that. And they found it, like maybe a month or so after your death. How would they all react? (I'm specially curious of Capitano because you said you thought he would think that he killed you 😭)

I really love your writing and I plan to make more request in the future 👋

-🦎

♡𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐞/𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐃𝐢𝐞𝐝 ♡

synopsis: The Harbingers are made of steel, unflinching in any possible situation. But it seems that even such strong beings falter in the face of their lover's death, especially after they find a letter you left behind. Can be read as a part 2 to this.

includes: all harbingers (platonic pulcinella) w/ gn! reader

notes: Hop on the angst train, everyone. This is the first completely angsty thing I've written, and probably one of my favorites + longest pieces. I hope you enjoy this sadness, anon...!

Pierro:

Pierro carried on. He went about his day, filing paperwork, assigning duties to new recruits. What could he do? There was no time to mourn. The entire Fatui depended on his guidance and orders. He couldn’t just drop everything to fully devote himself to grieving you. But everyone knew - in any spare moment he had, he was thinking about you. Thinking about how he used to be able to go home to you waiting for him. Thinking about the walks he took with you that were heartwarming despite the body-chilling temperature. Thinking about when you were alive.

It was another day when one of your maids came to him with a piece of paper. Of course, she was terrified at being in the presence of the Harbinger, but she presented a folded piece of paper to him, stating that she had found it while cleaning your room. Pierro hadn’t been in there for a while. He was consciously trying his best to avoid it, choosing to pick up work instead. He nodded and the maid quickly scurried out of the room. It was most likely a final memento from you. He should honor that, he thought as he took off his mask.

Dear Pierro,

Hello there, my love. I hope your day wasn’t too tiring. I know how you’re always swamped with your Fatui business and such. You’re the head Harbinger, you know! You should definitely abuse your power to get some more days off. You didn’t hear that from me though, not like I wanna keep you to myself or anything. Totally not because I’m dying to spend some more time with you before I quite literally die. 

You know, sometimes I wish I was a Fatui soldier just so that I could admire you from afar some more. Those recruits are damn lucky, getting to see you more than I do. I don’t mean to complain though. I’m still tremendously grateful for everything you’ve done for me. I’ve had the pleasure of enjoying the best moments of my life with you. Yeah, even when I made jokes you still had that stoic look on your face but it was still hilarious. I loved when you would wrap me in your coat and tell me stories about Khaenri’ah. Even when you weren’t here, I loved when these random recruits would be scurrying to my room every so often to deliver your handwritten notes. 

Truly, there’s no life I’d rather live than this one… minus the illness part though. I am sorry to make you shoulder another death, my dear, but I love you greatly. I will always be with you.

Quietly, Pierro put the paper down and rubbed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. Ever since the fall of his nation, his heart had long gone numb. He had tried to ignore the prickling of his heart after your death, but your letter was really rubbing it on. When was the last time mere words could stir up such emotion in him? He didn’t know. But he promised you, this would not be your final resting place. Pierro knew, after fulfilling the Tsaritsa’s promise, he would see you again.

Capitano:

Capitano wasn’t very photogenic. After all, all you saw was a helmet shrouding his face in darkness along with his pitch-black armor and clothes. But you had insisted on taking a variety of pictures with him, claiming that it kept you happy. It wasn’t until later on when he stumbled across a scrapbook, with pages covered in photos of the two of you together, that he understood why. Since then, he let you do as you please. The doctors said it was good for you to keep occupied by doing things you liked. And well, it was rather cute, with all the decorations and fancy tape you added. Capitano often found himself looking at it to see what you added when you weren’t around.

But ever since your death, he hadn’t looked at it since. If he did, he didn’t think he’d be able to control the emotions boiling up inside of him. If he looked at your smiling face again, the pain and regret would be too much to bear. But as the days passed by and he continued to think about you, he couldn’t help but flip open the scrapbook, revisiting the memories he made with you so long ago. He flipped until he found a envelope in the middle, causing him to perk up. It had been sealed perfectly, even stamped with one of his seals. Now, Capitano didn’t want to invade your privacy, but what was inside called to him too much, and he very carefully unsealed it with a knife. Inside was a piece of parchment, similar to the ones he used to send you letters.

My knight,

I’m writing this after you just left for an expedition. You’ve just fed me breakfast (a/d fa//ed, but it’s f/ne b/ca/se it w/s c/te.) (The ending part of the sentence has been erased, but it’s still a bit readable.) We took an early bath together, and you helped me choose a nice outfit for today. You dutifully assisted me with my medicine and tucked me back into bed for some rest. Lastly, you’ve just tenderly kissed me with all the love in the world, my favorite part of course.

It’s too bad that I won’t be able to receive any more of your kisses soon. I think the sickness is really catching up to me, haha. (There are some doodles of the two of you randomly drawn in the middle of the paper, with lots of hearts and stars and rainbows. Maybe you stopped because you didn’t know how to continue.) To be honest, I’ve asked the doctors not to tell you, and somehow, they’ve listened to me. I just don’t want you to worry about me. Somehow, for someone as menacingly looking as you, you worry a lot more than I thought (no offense, though.)

I don’t want you to blame yourself for anything, my love. You genuinely made my life so, so much better. Even towards the end, I can only feel happiness that I was able to share some of my life with someone so incredible. You aren’t a monster. You’re the man I love dearly, the one who many people look up to all the time. You did everything and more, which really warms my heart.

I’m saying this because I know how you are and I need to knock some sense into you before you start getting any crazy ideas. Please don’t beat yourself up. If I could choose my destiny, I’d rather choose to be sick and be with you rather than being healthy. I’d choose you again and again, over and over, my dear. I love you, truly.

Carefully folding the letter, he tucked it into the envelope again and resealed it. He snugly placed it back into the scrapbook and closed it, placing it back into the drawer where he usually kept it. Capitano was used to the grief and destruction that war brought. But he wasn’t used to it when love brought these feelings upon him. His heart still hurt - terribly so - but… your letter seems to have brought him some peace. You would forever be in his heart.

Columbina:

It had been a while since your death. By now, everyone had become accustomed to hearing her songs every day. It was a constant reminder of your passing. Oftentimes,  Columbina had begun to stay in your room longer than her own. You were gone, but something about your space soothed her soul a bit from all the grief she was going through. And she also liked to go through your stuff and remember different things about you.

There was a box that contained a compilation of the many songs and poems she gifted you, along with some that you created yourself with her help. Sometimes, she liked to go through the box and think about you, but she never had the time to inspect every piece. Until now, when she noticed that there was an unfamiliar piece of paper that she didn’t recognize. Columbina picked it up and began to read.

My lovely melody,

Lately, I’ve begun to sing more. I think you’ve inspired me. I hope you don’t mind me stealing that one song you like to hum the most. The only problem is that I don’t have enough stamina to sing for that long, and I think my voice is kind of off-key. But I promise I’m working on it! I’m not going to tell you yet because I want to surprise you with something nice, as a thank you for taking care of me for so long.

Actually, there’s another problem, and it’s that… (it seems that you wrote a lot of words here and then scratched them out; perhaps you were unsure how to word it) Well, I guess I don’t really know if I’ll live long enough to perform for you. It’s been kind of tough lately. But I’m going to persevere for you. Your poems have been helping a lot. We should make a book of them one day. And um, in the case that I don’t make it, I would like you to know how happy you made me.

I always got so giddy when I heard you humming down the hallway. Nothing felt better than when you would croon to me and massage my scalp and play with my hair. You are so comforting and sweet, and just - lots of things that would be too much to write. I always feel eternally fortunate that I was able to have a lover as amazing as you. You really did change my life. I love you very much, Columbina. Please don’t forget me.

Columbina’s usual smile had turned into a downward curve. Oh, how she wished she could hear you sing. Your usual voice and laugh had already been angelic to her, she knew your songs would be beautiful too. But you were no longer here. She would have really loved to hear your song. You would have been the best duet partner. But perhaps, you could hear her songs from the other world as she laid on your coffin once again.

Dottore:

Dottore hadn’t entered your room since your death. He was far too busy with his research and experimentation with resurrection. Mourn you? No, no, you weren’t going to be dead for long, after he finds the answer. You would be back in his arms soon enough. Both of you would be fine. That was, until no matter how hard he researched, he always seemed to hit a dead end. It was frustrating. He couldn’t believe it, but he was at the point where he willingly needed a couple of minutes to rest. Dottore headed to his room, but as he placed his hand on the doorknob, something stopped him and he looked over to the room next to his, yours. He silently walked over and opened your room, having not been in it for a while. The only reason you didn’t share a room was that his was very… bland, boring, not very comfortable, and not spacious enough for the medical equipment.

It was the same as he had left it, not bothering to change anything. You liked to decorate it, and he let you. Framed photos of the two of you were on the dresser, lights hung up around the room. It seemed to make you happy. But there was something he had not noticed before - a slip of paper sticking out from under the pillow. Dottore walked over and took off his mask - something he unconsciously tended to do when it was just the two of you - and opened the folded paper.

To Zandik,

I remember when you first took interest in me, looking at me up and down with your mask on, a wide smirk on your face. I knew my parents said they hired someone intelligent to cure me, but I sure didn’t expect it to be the second Harbinger. I think you already know this, but when I saw you, I was kinda scared for my life. And I was for a while, especially when you made me drink the most hellish concoctions and injected strange things into me. But long story short, I still fell in love with you somehow. Even though you were probably trying so hard just because you wanted to solve the mystery of my illness, I couldn’t help but think you were quite handsome when you focused on something so intensely. Your pointy teeth were the cutest. (The previous sentence has been erased but Dottore could still make it out. You were an idiot, he thinks.)

I don’t mean to insult your intelligence or skill… but I don’t think I’m going to make it, Dottore. I know you’ve been trying really, really hard (I was there the whole time, after all) to help cure me, but I think you know better than me about my condition. So yeah. I guess this is my goodbye… my parting letter.

I know you don’t care about anyone or anything really, but I hope you accept it when I say I genuinely enjoyed our time together. Yea, you were hella terrifying and a lot of scary stories drifted about you, but there was a lot of maniacal laughter and you rambling on about things I had no clue about, but I would always happily listen to you, Zandik. I would write more, but I don’t think you’re one for sappy words and stuff like that. So I’ll leave end it here. I love you very much.

His mouth was a straight thin line at the end of your letter. Dottore put his mask back on and tucked your letter into his coat. For once, he couldn’t blame someone for insulting his intelligence. He did fail, after all. But Dottore was no stranger to failure. Experimentation was a series of trials and errors, failures and successes. He swore to himself that you would not be a failure. Perhaps his journey to Sumeru, the land of wisdom, would grant him some more insight for your resurrection.

Pulcinella:

It was just after your funeral. Surprisingly, all the Harbingers had gathered too. It seemed like they had grown somewhat fond of you after Pulcinella introduced you to them, at least enough to attend your funeral. Pulcinella was grateful. He had spoken a few words in memory of you. He couldn’t keep everyone for long. They had other matters to attend to. But in his heart, he had a lot of dear words for you. 

Pulcinella sat down at his desk, deciding to do some paperwork to distract his mind. He pulled out the drawer to retrieve some items but he noticed a piece of paper stuffed to the back of it. He certainly had not put that there. He reached for it and opened it to read the contents.

Hey Papanella,

Do you like that nickname I came up with? I haven’t said it to you yet because I’m not sure how you’ll react. But I think it’s pretty cute. I haven’t said this out loud yet either but… um, I guess you’re like my dad to me. My own parents never cared much for me after my illness proved to be too much work, but you always treated me so kindly. So yeah. Thanks for being a father figure to me. Archons, this is kind of embarrassing.

I’m admitting this because I don’t know how much longer I have. I know you’re always encouraging me to keep living on, and I really do appreciate it. I’m sincerely trying my best, but I think my sickness has been getting worse. Ah, and thanks for introducing me to the Harbingers. They’re pretty scary but they’re kind of cool when you get to know them. Some of them are cute too. Please don’t tell them I said that. But really, for the longest time, I thought my life would amount to nothing, and that no one would remember me. But you proved me wrong. I truly enjoyed spending the last of my days doing old people stuff with you (just kidding of course!)

I’m going to ask you to tell me lots of more stories when I see you again. They really make my day. I like the ones about you in your youth the best. They’re the funniest. Anyway, I love you, gramps. Don’t miss me too much.

Pulcinella was old. He had seen things be built and broken down, people come and go. But he always hated it the most when he had to see youngsters go before he did. Especially innocent ones who had done nothing wrong. He just prayed, that whichever world you were in now, treated you better than this one did.

Scaramouche:

Ever since your death, the soldiers had been on the receiving end of Scaramouche’s insults even more. No longer were you here to hastily save them from his berating, much to their dismay.  They actually appreciated you for stopping Scaramouche from giving them another verbal (and sometimes even physical) beating. But now if he wasn’t yelling at someone, he was deathly silent, which was why even scarier than his words. Everyone knew they were forbidden from speaking about you in his presence.

When Scaramouche had to visit Inazuma for whatever reason, he always found himself walking towards your house. Once he had came across the Tenryou Commission moving your items out of your house, due to no one living there anymore and the want for someone else to buy it. Needless to say, he swiftly dealt with them and sent them on their way with rage. They had tried a few more times and he did not hold back, until later they stopped coming, apparently after the head shrine maiden gave an order on the behalf of the Shogun to leave the residence alone. Hmph.

He doesn’t know why he keeps coming here, the only thing that’s different is the new collection of dust on the dresser. But the want to see you again keeps calling him, only to leave Scaramouche sorely disappointed. He thinks he knows every nook and cranny of your house, that is until he walks on a floorboard that caves in and nearly makes him fall. He’s about to lose his temper until he sees a piece of paper hidden under the floor. The words die in his throat as he picks it up to inspect.

To my beloved Kunikuzushi,

As I write this, you’re probably yelling at some unfortunate Fatui soul and they’re all trembling in their boots. Haha, I wish I was there to see that. You should be nicer, you know. But it is kinda funny to see you mad. I hope you come back soon… it’s getting too quiet around here without your quips and remarks.

But I know as you read this, I’m no longer alive. Kuni, I… (There are wrinkled spots around this area, presumably from your tears.)

I love you, and I don’t want rage and hatred to consume you again. I’m sorry to make your heart bear such pain again. It may be fruitless to say this, but please don’t blame yourself… it was out of our control. Please know I enjoyed every moment with you, whether you were cursing at some guy who bumped into me, even when you teased me relentlessly, or silently crying in my arms about your fate. But my favorite part was your soft smiles which grew more frequent. You are loved very much by me too. I want to see you smile more, many more times before I- (The rest of the sentence was scribbled over with a pen, making it unreadable.)

I wish I didn’t have to depart so soon… I wish I was born someone else, someone more strong and healthier… if I was, would our story be different, Kuni? Perhaps we’ll meet again one day… hopefully, sooner rather than later, and maybe I won’t be the same as I am now, but…

Will you wait for me, Kunikuzushi?

Scaramouche hated when he cried. He felt weak, stupid, and disgusting, especially when you were there. And somehow, he couldn’t help but feel worse than that when he finished reading your letter. He was never favored by the Gods, having been betrayed by one already. It seemed as though he was always fated to be betrayed by people he cared about. But he knew deep down that you didn’t betray him, he did instead by not being able to protect and save you. In an effort to bury his despair, anger, and grief, he would wipe himself clean of foolish human emotions, ready to ascend to godhood with his creator’s Gnosis…

Arlecchino:

Arlecchino’s days had been exactly the same ever since your death. They were the same as before she had met you too. Bland. Boring. Dull. It was after your passing that she truly realized how much your presence had added some thrill and color into her life. Now they were empty. But she was used to that. She had felt that way for a long time.

Arlecchino didn’t do much in her room besides sleep. Her room wasn’t anything special, just the standard and rich master bedroom. That was, until you took it upon yourself to decorate it. She hadn’t bothered to change it despite the style being very much different from hers. Today she had come in briefly to retrieve some documents under her bed. But, there was a random piece of paper there, collected dust on top of it, most likely from being placed there a long time ago. Arlecchino opened the folded paper and was greeted with your handwriting.

To my sunshine,

I bet you’re wondering why the hell I chose “sunshine” of all names. Even I can admit that you are nothing like sunshine. But I wanted to spice things up a bit, and to be honest, you bring a lot of sunshine into my heart and dreary little life, despite your stone-cold face. So yeah! I don’t think I can call you that to your face though. It’d be too scary.

I didn’t tell you, but I’ve had some people ask me why I chose to stay with you despite my health being what it is. My answer is always very easy - I love you, Arlecchino. Plain and simple. They don’t know how you are with me (which I’m kinda glad for… I want to keep this side of you to myself; yes, I know I’m greedy.) The way your lips quirk up for a split second then always turn downwards because you don’t want anyone to see. The way your eyes soften for a bit when I tell a corny joke. Or when I do anything actually. Your facial expressions are pretty cute.

Ahem, moving on from that, I guess you can say that I’m not too scared to say these things because I might be leaving you soon. Not of my free will, of course. Rather, it seems like the time my illness is allowing me to live is limited. Hopefully, you don’t notice anything off about me. I don’t think I could explain all of this in person… 

But I am really thankful to you for sticking by my side for so long. Even though you don’t tell me, I know sometimes you lament about your lack of ability to be verbally and affectionately comforting. But I hope you know that I don’t really care about that. You are more than enough for me. You’ve done a lot more than you think. I’m forever appreciative, my dear.

Arlecchino was left speechless, the usual bite in her throat died down. As someone who had few kind words to say to others, having such sweetness directed at her was not something she was used to. But of course, a part of her wasn’t surprised, because the only person who’d utter such things was you. It pained her, and even the children who cried after your death, greatly. But whenever she needed a reminder of you, she would uncharacteristically gently trace her fingertips over the words of your letter.

La Signora:

Everyone knew to stay out of La Signora’s way after your death. She was cruel before, but your passing seemed to reignite all the flames of anguish and hatred she harbored deep inside her broken heart. Once again, her walls had been put up to be unbreakable.

Rosalyne had gifted you a lot of makeup and accessories. She liked to experiment on you and liked it when you tried it yourself too. You had kept everything in a nice big box so nothing would get lost. One day she felt drawn to it again. She knew she was missing you dearly again, and although opening it would just cause her heartache, she couldn’t help but pry it open to see how you kept it. But on top was a hastily folded letter, stained a bit by the surrounding makeup, tucked into a small compartment. She flipped it open and began to scan the contents.

My dearest Rosalyne,

Hello there, pretty lady. You know, that’s the first thing I thought when I saw you. Tall pretty lady. Did you know that? Now you do. Anyway, I was wondering - how many of your flame moths can you create at a time?? Can you make them form a heart or something? 

Haha, I’m sorry for beating around the bush. The truth is I don’t know how much longer I have left. No matter how much warmth your moths provide me, for some reason, I always feel the chill of death creeping up my spine…

I don’t mean to be your second heartbreak. I’m really sorry… you deserve so much better than that. But for what it’s worth, you made my life a lot better than it was before. I hadn’t had much confidence in myself because of my illness for a long time. But you, Rosalyne… you made me feel like an actual person, as strange as that sounds. I feel like, when I’m with you, you make me feel so loved and special. I’m far from it but I actually feel like royalty. And royalty is really a life worth living. I don’t even know how you did it, but thank you. My life is so, so much happier thanks to you.

Hopefully, I make it a lot longer after I’m writing this letter. Maybe the Gods could finally take pity on me and give me some kind of blessing so I can stay with you longer. But if anything happens, I really, truly love you, Rosalyne. (The end of the letter has an origami moth colored in and taped to it.)

Signora’s hand trembled as she finished your letter. Her heart had returned to being ice, but it felt like her whole body was being swallowed up in red-hot grief and anger. Signora would dedicate herself solely to the Tsaritsa’s noble dream. It was the only thing she could do now, with nothing else to do and no one left for her freezing heart to love. No one could ever hope to understand the grief and pain she’s been through. Perhaps, that was why when she stood in front of the Raiden Shogun’s sword, she did not feel much regret.

Pantalone:

Whenever Pantalone went out, he often found himself looking through the windows of many stores to view their products. It was almost an instinct to pull out a large sum of Mora to buy anything he thought you’d like. And he still did this, only that he stopped halfway every time when he remembered that you were no longer with him. And his heart felt painfully heavy once again, like how heavy his smile felt with the pressure to keep it up.

The silence of his office had become a norm once again, your joyful presence no longer around to brighten it up. Pantalone opted to drown himself in paperwork to ignore it. Actually, he never realized how much the tick of the grandfather clock bothered him until now. Usually, your voice was loud enough to hide it. He sighed and reached for the bottom drawer to get some new pens to sign the documents. But his eyes widened as he saw a paper clearly laid out there, addressed to him at the top. His heart beat quickened as he carefully picked it up and realized it was from you. It seemed like you had experimented with some fancy calligraphy pens he had gotten you a while ago. And you had also stolen every stamp you had from him and stamped all over the paper.

Darling,

Hello, my love. Sorry for all the random stamps. I wanted to see what they looked like. Why does the Fatui need so many different-shaped stamps? You should make one of us, actually. And do you see I’ve been practicing my cursive script? (Indeed, on the back on the paper, your name has been signed in different styles.) I’ve been trying to do my signature all fancy like you. Hopefully, I’m improving.

I am thinking to make you read me a bedtime story tonight. I found a new one that seemed pretty cute. It’s a commoner falling in love with a nobleman… a tale of forbidden romance. It seems to go fine, until the commoner s/cc/mbs to (It seems that you scratched off the rest of the sentence.) Actually, I won’t spoil the ending for you. But by the time you read this letter, we may have finished it already. I’m just going to abuse that pretty voice of yours as much as I can (kidding of course… but no joke. Have you tried some kind of service where you just read things to people? I think you’d make a lot of money from that. I sure would give all my life savings to you.)

I guess since I’m writing this, I should say another thing I’m thinking about. I’m not sure how much longer I can hang on. I’m trying my best because I don’t want to let you down. I know you’ve been trying your best, with all these fancy doctors and equipment, but um… yeah. But I should also say that I’m not regretful having spent my time with you. You made the last days of my life so relaxing, so stress-free, so… nice. I’m glad I don’t need to worry about anything with you. Let’s move on from this, actually.

I’m thinking of a lot of things, actually. I wonder what you made the chef prepare for us tonight. Mhm… I’m getting hungry. Will you feed me dessert again too? Hah, I’m going to miss thinking about such mundane things. Hmm, I think I can hear your voice down the hall, so I’ll wrap this up. I love you.

Pantalone gazed at your words forlornly, his mouth formed into a downwards line. He had never thought the loss of something besides Mora could squeeze his heart so painfully, but here you were, making his eyes sting once again. Blinking back any tears, he made sure to store your letter in a safe place. He made a note to visit your grave today. He’d bring your favorite snack too, and read you a story perhaps.

Sandrone:

It was almost ironic - the puppet master had become a puppet herself. She didn’t speak much to others anymore, choosing to lock herself up in her lab. A part of her debated making some kind of robot or doll replica of you. But it would never be the same. She wouldn’t feel your warmth, or your natural, free laugh. Nothing would be similar.

Sandrone had begun inspections on all of her created robots. It was a grueling process she had gotten used to, but she missed the chirping of your voice as she did so. She worked in silence, opening the compartment of one of them when she was caught off guard by a formerly white paper, caked in dust, inside. The only person who had access to her Automatons was you. So could it possibly be…?

My forever,

I’m actually writing this in the same room as you. You're too preoccupied with your robot building and engineering and all that stuff, so you don’t notice me rushing to write all of this. I’ll make this quick. Actually, it’s hard to concentrate when you look so pretty and intelligent. Ahh, I’m so lucky to have you with me.

I think you’re repairing one of your robots so it can lift us up and take us on a walk. I’m excited. Those are always so much fun. I know you aren’t a sappy person. But I want to make my feelings clear, since I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to watch you unscrew some bolts and hammer down the nails. I don’t need to say it outright, do I? We both know I’ve been getting worse. Neither of us wants to say it out loud, but it’s reality.

Before I go, let me make it clear, since I know you like being blunt. You are my everything. Seeing your cute little robots send me these cute little messages really made my day. I think you told me a long time ago that you didn’t care much about human emotions. I think that’s changed now. I love waking up to see that calm and content expression on your face and watching it become a bit more softer when you see me. You’re more human than you think, you know. Some people think that being cooped up in a lab with a Harbinger is not an ideal way to live. But I beg to differ. I would choose no other way to live as long as I’m with you, Sandrone.

I think you’re finished with your tinkering. I’m going to have one of the robots hide this paper in them. I think some of them like me better than you >:) I wonder how long it’ll be until you find it. Hopefully, you don’t find it too quickly because it’ll be awkward to explain this to you. Either way… I love you dearly, Sandrone.

Sandrone gently brushed off the dust on your letter. She wished she found it sooner. She didn’t know whether it was good or bad her heart was finally feeling some emotion again, but she was grateful to have some final parting words from you. Sandrone had a bubble of inspiration float up in her. She had a good idea of what she was going to build next.

Childe:

Childe had found it after he was cleaning out your apartment in Liyue. He wanted to bring all of your stuff to his home in Snezhnaya. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t throw any of your items away, even the random useless trinkets. Childe’s chest felt hollow as he opened the door to your residence. He expected to see your face brighten and eagerly pull yourself out of bed to hug him. He’d easily lift you off the floor and spin you around, drinking in your gleeful giggles as he pressed his lips to yours. But now it was just the creak of the floorboards as he walked in.

Childe had a memory connected to every piece of clothing that you had. That one he gifted to you for your birthday. Another he remembered twirling you around in on a picnic. One of his sweaters that he doesn't remember you stealing from him, mingled with your scent and his. Archons, his chest hurt so badly, but there was nothing he could do as he neatly placed your items in boxes, emptiness consuming him. He was finishing up the packing when a piece of paper folded in half fell out of one of your pants’ pockets. Childe picked it up and his eyes widened when he recognized your handwriting and his real name. Sitting down on your bed, he began to read.

To my one and only Ajax,

My greatest wish is that you’ll never find and read this letter because it means that we’re living our best lives. We’re happy, content, still deeply in love with each other… living in bliss. 

But if you’re reading this, then we probably didn’t go and do all of the cool and exciting things you wanted us to. I didn’t move to Sneznhnaya and I didn’t meet the rest of your family. We didn’t go travel to all the nations like you wanted to…

Heh, that’s too bad. I was really looking forward to seeing the same sights you saw on your travels. The pretty bloom of Inazuma’s sakura trees, the beautiful snow-covered streets of Snezhnaya. Remember that time you asked me if I wanted to conquer the world with you? Of course, since I can’t ever say no to you, I accepted your proposition. But in my head, I couldn’t help but think that you should probably choose someone who can match your ability and someone who is act/a/ly g/i/g to b/ ali/e. (The previous words have been haphazardly erased, making it hard to make out.)

You know I… (The ink here has bled through the paper, most likely due to you stopping there for a good while.) I don’t even know what to say, I’m just sorry. I don’t wanna leave you, I wanna be by your side forever, wanna be attacked by your cuddles every day. But the only thing I can do now is to make sure you understand that I’m truly grateful for you. No one else has ever cared about me as much as you did. You never stopped believing in me and always smiled when I needed you. You made my feeble life worth living.

Please don’t be sad. Teucer and the rest of your siblings need you. I love you so very much…

He didn’t realize how hard he was digging his fingernails into his skin until he started bleeding through the paper. Childe had been through endless battles, and fought countless enemies, but no wound had ever burned as badly as his heart did right now. Even in the Abyss, he did not feel as bottomless of despair as he felt right now. He wanted to hold you again too, Childe thought. He wanted to kiss you all over and show you how much he loved you. But you were gone, and the letter just solidified it more. He laid down on your bed, hand covering his forehead as he stared blankly at your ceiling. Biting down on his lip hard, he tried to prevent tears from flowing again. He would just go back to being the Tsarista’s weapon again, drowning himself in battle and blood just to feel something after your death.

[odessastone]

NEW LIFEWEAVER AND SYMMETRA LORE BITS FROM "REBUILDING RUINS"

So I got my copy of Heroes Ascendant today and THERE WERE SO MANY GOOD LITTLE MOMENTS IN THIS STORY I MUST gush I MUST

So here are some new bits of Symmetra and Lifeweaver lore that we got! I bolded my personal favorite ones. 😚

(spoilers!)

Satya and Niran "grew up together" as friends, so they were friends in childhood too, not just at a teen or university age.

Apparently when Satya would get overstimulated and need recovery time, Niran would keep people away from their room and tell them she was sick so she didn't have to face anyone 😭

He also used to hang out and watch her practice her dancing for hours on end, without ever getting tired of it.

Satya considered (possibly still considers) Niran her closest friend.

Niran is late to everything (CALLED this one). He's even late for their meeting LOL

"He looked good. Satya almost wished he didn't." Bits like this are going to feed my Symweaver ass for YEARS

Satya is (still) extremely hurt by Niran leaving all those years ago, and perceives it as him having left her, not just Vishkar. She still misses him dearly, even though they've been apart for eleven years.

Speaking of which, being apart for eleven years means Niran was twenty when he left the Academy. For all you fellow fic authors out there 😊

Satya's autism is stated, full-out, no dancing around it or talking about being on "the spectrum". They flat out say "her autism" in a sentence. Cool!

One of Niran's first questions upon reconnecting with Satya is if Vishkar is mistreating her, if she needs help. Of course she denies this, but...

Niran can read Satya's emotions without her saying them, and even while thinking she's hiding them 😭 Several times throughout the story she's surprised because he cuts right through her stoic bullshit and gets right to how she feels about something.

The Architech Academy was really overwhelming for Satya, and it sounds like they made no effort to accommodate her needs. Unsurprising, considering they didn't accommodate Niran's, either.

Vishkar fiercely discouraged her from stimming, instilling in her a fear of looking "immature, or distracted, or rude, or strange".

She gave a speech at graduation, then had to spend a full week in bed afterward to recover from all the stress. And there was no Niran to guard her by then ☹

Even now, she finds many things about Vishkar overstimulating and uncomfortable, such as her uniform's fabric, and her living quarters.

Satya called Niran "Bua" way back when, possibly the first person to use the nickname for him. Partway through the story the narration (from Satya's POV) actually switches to calling him that, which is cute.

The Arcology seems to have uh, basically no real protection against attacks... Null Sector just shows up on a train and starts blasting lol. This is something I address in my fic The Light You Deserve, so it was kinda funny to see that I was right in predicting that.

She feels comfortable enough around Niran by the end to stim around him without realizing it (apparently she taps her fingers together and twirls her hands in circles, I guess kind of like flapping). She immediately stops and is embarrassed when he points it out, but Niran encourages her instead. She then uncertainly stims in front of him, growing more relaxed and confident as she lets herself do so (this had to be my favorite part of the story).

Toward the end they double down on Satya's belief that she can change Vishkar from the inside (girl....) but then at the VERY end, Niran suggests she look more into the founder of Vishkar and his ideals, and then says that "The Arcology will be delighted to have you". SHE MIGHT DEFECT TO THE ARCOLOGY IN CANON AND BE WITH NIRAN HHHHH AAAA sorry this was supposed to be an unbiased list I'm cool I'm cool

AAAAAA I'M NOT COOL I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

THIS WAS EVERYTHING I COULD HAVE WANTED IN A STORY BETWEEN THEM okay minus the random Null Sector attack tbh that was weird

Anyway the very last line says that Satya now has "whenever she needed it, a friend to return to". So they're definitely gonna interact more going forward!!

[devildom-drabbles]

Snippet - Favorite Spots for Kisses

In the spirit of Valentine’s Day, here's a headcanon of where on the body each of the brothers and dateables (minus Luke) like to kiss and be kissed by MC the most, with brief explanations for their reasoning. This is meant to be purely fluff, nothing suggestive. Enjoy! 💕

What are everyone's favorite spots to give and receive kisses with MC?

Give: Lips - A kiss in this spot is exclusive only to a close romantic partner, so Lucifer is filled with pride at being the one who can claim MC’s lips as his.  He pours his heart out into these kisses as well, no longer needing to restrain himself or keep up a stoic front since no one else is watching him.

Receive: Forehead/Temple - Whenever MC kisses him in this area, his headaches and fatigue practically melt away.  It puts him in a better mood and reminds him of just how much he loves and appreciates MC.

Give: Lips - When his words fail him due to his tsundere personality, kissing MC here allows Mammon to fully express the love he has for them.  He also has a habit of kissing repeatedly once he starts, even more so if he hasn’t seen MC in a while.

Receive: Jawline - He hates how much he loves this spot, especially if it’s a series of slow kisses that traces along his whole jawline.  At first he’ll be flustered by the act of affection, but as it goes on, he’ll never want it to stop, which is evident by how abnormally quiet he becomes.

Give: Cheek - It’s the easiest place for Leviathan to kiss MC since the two of them are side-by-side quite frequently (playing video games, watching anime, etc.). He’s also less likely to hurt them as much if he accidentally crashes his lips there out of nervousness.  

Receive: Forehead - He likes it when MC brushes his bangs aside to kiss him there, better revealing his eyes for when they gaze at him afterwards.  It makes him feel as though they don’t want him to hide away and that they want to see every part of him—even the parts of himself that he hates.

Give: Forehead - It’s readily available when MC is reading, studying, or cuddling with Satan, so it basically becomes a habit for him to kiss them there.  He especially enjoys doing it after he notices that they’ve fallen asleep next to him.  

Receive: Between his eyebrows - That’s where wrinkles form whenever he’s angry, but MC’s kiss there always manages to calm him (even if only a little) and help him refocus, thus smoothing out the creases.

Give: Everywhere All over MC’s face - Asmodeus just loves MC so much that it’s impossible to choose only one favorite place to kiss them, so the best he can do is narrow it down to their whole face. It always starts as a peck somewhere on their cheek, then a few more around that spot, and quickly progresses into peppering kisses everywhere, usually ending on their lips. No spot should be left unloved, if you ask him!

Receive: Lips - There’s lots of different ways to be kissed here, ranging from short and sweet to deeper and more passionate. He finds excitement in this variety and in wondering what kind of kiss MC will give him each time.

Give: Lips/Corners of mouth - This is the best area for Beelzebub to taste any traces of food MC has recently eaten, and it can actually ease his hunger for a while.  Sometimes, however, it can make him hungry for their affection instead.

Receive: Cheek - Kisses here never fail to put a smile on his face.  A good luck kiss from MC before a big Fangol game?  A quick peck because he looks like a happy hamster while he’s eating?  A kiss just because MC is passing by him?  They're all great to him!

Give: Neck - This is where Belphegor likes to bury his face while cuddling with MC, so it’s easy to kiss no matter how tired he is.  He also feels immense relief and gratitude in knowing that MC trusts him in this spot despite how he hurt them in the past.

Receive: Eyelids - He loves it when MC kisses him here to wake him up or wish him a good rest, as it makes getting up more bearable or gives him the best sleep he’s ever had.

Give: Crown of head - Diavolo enjoys cradling MC’s face in his hands so that he can place a kiss here.  Also, it demonstrates his love for the one who he hopes will someday wear a crown in that exact spot as they rule the Devildom by his side.

Receive: Anywhere Cheek - The demon prince is starved for affection, so he’s more than delighted to be kissed anywhere.  If he must choose, though, then he’ll pick his cheek because it gives him the opportunity to ask MC for two kisses (one for each cheek) and thus receive more of their love and attention.

Give: Back of hand - Barbatos commonly presses his lips here—which can include MC’s knuckles and fingers sometimes—as a greeting, a farewell, when making a promise, and even when MC just hands an item to him.  Ultimately, he uses this gesture to remind MC of his loving devotion to them no matter how busy he may become when serving Diavolo.

Receive: Forehead - It allows him a brief respite from his work since he usually has to pause whatever he’s doing for MC to kiss him there.  He especially likes it when MC’s hands cup his cheeks or gently move aside his bangs since he relishes their touch.

Give: Cheek - Simeon enjoys the warmth that radiates from MC’s cheeks and how it increases after he’s kissed them there a few times, even more so when MC is feeling cold and he’s able to provide them additional warmth through his kisses. He's most comfortable kissing here when others are around, as well. (Luke won't be as startled either if he happens to catch Simeon kissing MC on the cheek compared to their lips, for example.)

Receive: Tip of nose - His heart skips a beat whenever MC surprises him with a kiss here.  He can’t help but lightly chuckle afterwards and feel compelled to express his love for MC in his own ways in return.

Give: Shell of ear - Solomon will start off by leaning over to whisper a loving tease in MC’s ear and then kiss this spot before sauntering off as if nothing happened.  It’s perfect for making them blush and chase after him, which turns him into their sole focus.  (He’ll do this even if MC is deaf/hard of hearing because it’ll still prompt them to go after him and demand him to sign or write down whatever he just said to them.)

Receive: Lips - Kissing here is one of the more intimate gestures of affection, and it tells him that MC has chosen to love him over all the powerful beings who vie for their attention, which makes him happier than he’s ever been.

[shelovesaesthetics]

⋆♱✮♱⋆ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 ⋆♱✮♱

𝒕𝒆𝒌𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 (𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆):

jin kazama & lars alexandersson: 'tragic hero' lovers - depressed, traumatised emo kid with only one thing on his mind: revenge. and a swedish rebel leader who's a hopeless romantic. the first most likely would not form a relationship to avoid inevitable bad luck if anything happened to you, considering he's at literal warfare with his father and grandfather. or because he just isn't interested. the latter would be the only one within these men who'd actually take a liking to you openly as he is the least hostile male member of the Mishima family. you'd notice the first at a dojo, practicing his skills or sitting alone somewhere in a quiet area. you're obviously the one to approach him first, which starts out as a failure because he really isn't interested in you....yet. or just isn't. aaand you're also disturbing his peace. but let's just say hypothetically, if you were lucky enough and you somehow caught his eyes, he'll be captivated. he'll hide it and try to suppress those feelings of course but it's inescapable and now you've just stained the insides of that man's brain forever. for lars, it's unsure where and how you meet up, though he's probably more interested in an anime girl cyborg (jk jk). but when you get his attention, you'd sent his heart a-throbbing.

when these men loves you, they'll love hard. you hold a deep place in their soul, more than anyone else. jin's stoicism makes it hard for him to express, but he really fucking loves you. he'll try to act affectionate, like small subtle compliments or just being slightly more lenient with you. he's also the type of guy to give one of those 'fatal' hugs like as if he just saved you from something or if he had to leave you to go somewhere. but other than that, he'll keep his loving minimal as he's a shy guy. lars would be the same but with a less fragile approach; he'd just be more willing to be around you until you get the gist. they'd protect you as much, beyond their own capabilities, to keep you safe from their havoc lives. jin is literally the same guy who went & sent the earth into absolute hell to wake up a 1000 year old demon to kill his father and paternal grandfather. if you think he wouldn't do something similar for your love, you're dead wrong. when he avenges, he avenges almighty, and he'll sacrifice his life for you. and with lars, he'll do the same, minus the demon part <3

kazuya mishima: 'stone cold' lover - emotionally inept, stoic manly man; he's not the lovey-dovey type. he's a very busy man, his mind will be more occupied on world domination and ending his bloodline than 'petty romance'. but if you manage to win this man's heart, he'd be a sucker for you. he loves you, dearly,, severely, it's just... he's just not an emotional guy. sure, he's not completely devoid of intimacy and sensitivity, but his overall manly ego prevents him from embracing such things. you probably notice him as you were working at his company. neither of you would approach at first (you're afraid him and he's just probably insecure that'll make him look unprofessional). he'd dote you in secret, maybe say some subliminally caring things under the guise of 'chivalry' and his authoritative position as a ceo. he'll make sure security is always with you or himself. then when the relationship further, he'll let his guard down little by little, like he'll start holding the small of your back, or make sure you're pampered; buying you little gifts and all. and if he's feeling really good, he might even throw in flirts and compliments here and there. slap on the ass, even, with a mischievous smirk. but other than that, the most romantic things you'll ever hear from this man is his impending plans to kill his son. yippee.

lee chaolan: 'ceo/sugar daddy' lover - silver-haired demon. handsome, charming, luxurious, chic, rich ceo. founder of robotics conglomerate, Violet Systems, this man is the typical socialite nepo-baby, "born" into wealth. he carries and alludes an air of luxury, old money richness, preppy stoicism, vanity and eccentricity. he'd notice you if you were working for him in his company, probably as a biotech scientist or as his intern. he'd find you interesting and approach you. since this guy is already such a sweet talker, you'll quickly swoon over him and fall in love. lee as a lover would be every woman's dream come true. he's successful, a gentleman, educated, a professional fighter, owns a billion dollar industry, and is godly attractive. what more could anyone possibly want?

he's a very romantic guy, very. he'll always treat you right, any day, any time. take you out on expensive dates & holidays, buy you gifts, pamper you up with spa trips, give you money whenever you want, romance you like no other. you'll never want a another man again once you win him. he is the dream guy ™ .

[prodbyblush]

can you pretty please do aib characters reacting to their crush saying "i feel safe with you"?

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Arisu:

Wouldn't stop thinking about for hours and hours with no end. At night, he probably talks to Chota and Karube inside his head while looking up at his ceiling, telling to them how his crush told him they feel safe with him, causing him to ultimately smile widely by himself while his hands rests beneath his head. He'd make sure that his crush would always feel safe with him from there on out.

Chishiya:

He'd feel a little weirded out but at the same time won't deny the blossoming feeling inside his chest. In the first part, no one has ever made him feel safe, not even back in the real world. He was always vulnerable both in his inner and outer shell, always seeking justification from his parents, especially his father. But to you? It's a whole new kind of feeling, hence the feeling of what seemed to be flowers growing inside his chest.

If he won't be able to contain it, he'd tell Kuina about you.

Niragi:

SMUG. SMUG. SMUG. He'd rub it in every militants face how his crush says they feel safe with him. Last Boss would look at him with a do-you-think-i-care kind of look while Aguni would internally roll his eyes before telling him to shut his mouth.

Most likely to threaten the others (even the militants) to back away from you. Of course, Niragi didn't want you to feel safe with anyone else apart from him. That's like his new job now!

Last Boss:

Stoic facial expression on the outside but giddy and happy on the inside. The type of guy who would replay your voice saying "I feel safe with you" inside his head multiple times. And he doesn't even get sick of it, because, why would he?

Usagi:

Would be a little conflicted at first since in the real world, she failed to protect her father but then comes you telling her that you feel safe with her. Ever since she was brought to this world, she's only made sure to look after no one but herself. But now, Usagi can feel like she'll be looking out after you, who made your way to her heart, now.

Kuina:

Just like Niragi minus the smug part. She's all smiles and giggles as she happily keeps talking about you to Chishiya. If he tells her to scram, she'll talk about you to Usagi and Arisu next. It's like her happiness reached it's full maximum point that she didn't know was possible!

Karube:

Feels like the world is suddenly a great place to live in. He'd most definitely start being around you now, would want to go with you anywhere and play the games with you. Although a part of him knows that you can look out for yourself (especially when the game is low level difficulty) he just can't help it. He just wants you to rely on him too.

Mira:

You guys know those monitors in that one episode wherein the game masters watches the players how they did in the games they designed? Yep. Mira is replaying that scene while listening to your line, telling her saying "I feel safe with you". Gets mad at anyone if they disturb her while she repeats the video.

TAGS: @aikerx @retrospacealien @chishiya-of-diamonds

[agustdiv1ne]

congratulations on 3k!!! can i request beomgyu + the devil wears prada + smut please

NOW SHOWING...

pairing: choi beomgyu x fem!reader

genre: smսt

wc: 2.2k

details + warnings: mdni!!!, assistant!beomgyu, boss!mc (girlboss moment), mc is Mean, power imbalance, dom!mc, sub!gyu, oral (f receiving), hair pulling (m receiving), mc calls gyu: good boy, baby (once), gyu experiences slight subdrop but it's ok in the end !

note: thank uuuu ^^ enjoy!!

beomgyu knows next to nothing about fashion. in fact, he has no interest in the subject — that’s more his friend, yeonjun’s, speed — and he’s quite critical of the industry itself, so he’s genuinely unsure why he decided to accept the position of junior assistant to you, the devil herself.

he initially found it hard to believe that you, someone a mere few years older than him, had climbed all the way up to the top of the corporate ladder to become the editor-in-chief of a major fashion magazine. nepotism was his working suspicion, but he quickly realized that you were just that good at your job. fashion is what you live and breathe, it’s what runs through your veins, and while he doesn’t have a particularly keen eye for cohesive style, he can tell that your outfits are intentionally put together. he gets an eyeful of your wardrobe (and, if he’s being truthful, your ass) each day when you come into the office, throwing your designer coat and bag onto his desk without a single glance in his direction. recently, he’s found himself trying harder to curate his own sense of style, though he is not entirely sure why — perhaps he’s seeking approval from you, even if the words you direct towards him are consistently scathing in nature. he kind of likes it, though.

(what can he say, he’s a bit of a masochist.)

he’s well aware that your chronically stoic, unimpressed expression and sharp tongue help you keep everyone pinned under your perfectly manicured thumb. you may not have authority in age, but you sure as hell do in attitude. the whirlwind that the office becomes right before you enter is enough to indicate the sheer amount of influence you hold over his fellow coworkers — and evidently, him as well. it’s fear-based admiration, he thinks. fear, yes, but there is that tiny little part of him that experiences this overwhelming attraction to you as well.

on the bright side, even though his lack of fashion knowledge has gotten him in trouble more often than he’d like to admit, he’s eventually gotten in your good graces, albeit with quite an unorthodox method — one which also satisfies his odd fascination with you.

“tell him that i will not be accepting the girl he sent for that layout. i asked for clean, athletic, and smiley. i received dirty, tired, and drabby—  no, i will not be changing my mind. if he does not fix his mistake by tomorrow morning, i will not be working with him in the future,” you sigh on the phone, voice monotone and unaffected despite him kneeling beneath your desk between your legs. this is his master plan: if beomgyu can’t get you to approve of him through his (to be fair, subpar) work as your junior assistant, he’ll just have to prove himself worthy in other ways. please you in other ways. 

“so, what i’m hearing is that you want to whore yourself out to me in order to keep your job. what an…interesting proposition,” you had said to him when he’d first come to you with the idea, while he quaked like a leaf in the wind as he sat across from you. your stone-cold face allowed little of your internal state to slip, your eyes scanning over his pressed suit jacket and fashion-forward button up shirt (that he had, admittedly, stolen from yeonjun’s closet that morning). he didn’t expect you to savagely twist his words and throw them back in his face. though once you put it that way, he realized how naïve, how utterly idiotic, it all sounded. his ass was going to be fired and out your office door in t-minus three, two, one—

but then you beckoned him around the desk with a stiletto-shaped, red-painted fingernail, urged him down onto his knees, and spread your legs to reveal thin, lacy black panties beneath your tight, mouth-watering skirt. your expression still hadn’t changed, though your words caused his mouth to water.

“you have five minutes to prove your worth.”

several months have passed since then, and he’s officially demonstrated himself useful to you in ways other than what he was originally hired for. beomgyu finds this type of work far more gratifying than taking calls, cleaning out files, and organizing potential magazine spreads for you to review. he’s sure the his co-workers wonder why someone in such a lowly position spends a significant amount of time in your office with the door shut — but he couldn’t care less about their stares. maybe it’s the sick, perverted crush he’s formed on you that’s talking, but the thought of being used for his body isn’t appalling. rather, it actually really, really turns him on. whenever you call him into his office, he has to suppress a pathetic hard-on and ignore the twitching of his cock while he wonders if you need him for something practical or for…relief. 

relief is what you require today, it seems. the slight furrow of your brow is enough to indicate that you’re stressed. being an editor-in-chief at your age is no joke. the job demands all of your time and energy, every waking hour of your day — and he’s grateful that you’ve given him the chance to be your reprieve from the pressure, even if it’s only for a small percentage of your time. sometimes, he wishes he could take up more of your day, bask in your attention for longer, sit beneath your desk for hours and allow you to use him like a stupid sex toy — but at the same time, he thinks this is enough for now.

his teeth dig into his bottom lip as your hands curl into the locks of hair at the crown of his head, pointed nails pressing into his scalp, nipping at the sensitive skin. the gel that slicks back his hair crunches beneath your unrelenting grip, his head stinging as you jerk it back. his eyes nearly roll back into his head at the sensation, a pitiful whine falling from his lips as he feels his trousers grow the slightest bit tighter. narrowed eyes meeting his, you press your mouth into a thin, straight line. the phone is no longer curled between your fingers, attention now fully on him. scrutinizing. 

“twenty minutes,” is all you say, and he takes that as his cue to get to work. gently, he slips your skirt off of your legs and lays it out next to him, knowing how much you’d hate for it to wrinkle — it’s unfashionable, trashy. you scolded him the first time he attempted to bunch it up at your hips in haste. now, he knows better, has learned the vast majority of your quirks and preferences, as strict as they can be — he’s your good boy, even if you don’t give him the satisfaction of hearing it that often. he’ll do anything to hear that come from your painted lips. 

thumbing your panties to the side reveals your glistening folds to his hungry eyes. he swipes his tongue over the seam of his lips before kissing up your right thigh, avoiding using his teeth because you don’t like marks. he hums as he tongues your folds, the muscle dipping down to your entrance and he nearly moans at the taste that hits his tongue. fuck, why do you always taste so good? it’s like an addiction at this point, the way he needs his tongue buried beneath your thighs every day to feel sated.

above him, you sigh out, stiff shoulders relaxing into your chair. he takes this as a positive sign. fingers curl into his hair as soon as his lips find your clit, enclosing around the tiny pearl, tongue laving across it with practiced motions. typically, you don’t moan, but today, you allow a soft, breathy curse to slip — oh, fuck, he’s done for. he’s on the verge of losing it and cumming in his pants right now. whining against your folds, his incoherent words vibrate against your clit. fingers curl into his hair and tug just hard enough to sting, but he doesn’t stop, insatiable as he drags his tongue from your clit back down to your entrance. his nose bumps against your clit now as he takes laps up the juices flowing from your hole, feeling your walls clench when he dares to dip the muscle into you. dizzy, dizzy is how he feels. dizzy with the warmth of your thighs muffling his ears, with the scent of your musky perfume that you seem to dab on your inner thighs, on your taste, on everything about you. you’re more reactive today, less mean, and he has a half a mind to wonder why. 

“fuck, good boy,” you sigh, nails scratching at his sensitive scalp, making him moan. his trousers feel painfully tight, and he can’t help the hand that comes down to stroke over the hardness straining against the fabric. his eyes roll back into his head, eyelids fluttering shut as he switches his attention back to your clit, basking in the sensation of your legs tightening around his head, your hips grinding up into his lips. your breathy pants spur him on further, and when he finally looks back up at your face, he finds your lips bitten to hell, your eyes dark and hooded as you stare right back at him. the eye contact is enough for you to warn him of your impending high, your squirming growing worse until you freeze, legs quaking and hips jumping as he continues to ravage your folds, his hand squeezing himself harder. he could burst at any moment now, but he can’t do that. he has to hold it in, he has to prove that he can listen.

“get up, go handle your problem,” you’d usually say afterwards, leaving him to fend for himself in a bathroom stall, fist pumping his red, aching cock until he spills all over his fingers. today, however, it’s different. instead, he watches as you pick up your phone, dial some number, and say, “yes, tell everyone not to disturb me for another hour. if anyone does, they’ll be fired.” 

oh. you’re not…making him leave. what’s going on? is this some sort of cruel way to fire him? he just did so well for you though, you can’t. no, no, no — you can’t get rid of him. he needs you. you need him. dewy tears line his eyes, the amber hue of his pupils shining beneath your warm office lights. as you set the phone back down and look back down at him, your brows pull down into a frown, though there’s little concern and more confusion. 

“up,” you urge with another tug to his hair, and he swallows down the squeak that hitches in his throat, blinking back the tears. as he stands, head tucked into his chest, you question, “what is wrong with you?”

“i–i just,” he whimpers. “i—”

your eyes trail down to the tent in his pants, a nail coming up to trace along his covered erection. he visibly shivers. humming, you grope it softly, and he emits a tearful whine. “look at me.”

one, two seconds pass before he follows your command, red-rimmed eyes somehow making him prettier. while he’s a tall man, he’s shrunken into himself, hair mussed, lips still slick with your arousal — you think that he must be deep in some vulnerable headspace, so you decide to say, “you’re not in trouble. you did well.” 

the words come out flat, monotone, but it’s enough to cause the panic swelling within his chest to recede. he nods, still unable to look you in the eye. he feels you stand in front of him, reaching for his chin so he has no choice but to face you. your expression remains neutral while you slide a finger back and forth against his jaw. soothing, in a way, lacking the typical sharp edge that your actions have. gently, you push him to the side, and he watches with bated breath as you sit atop your desk, legs dangling off the dark wood. with a single wave of your finger, you guide him between your legs, hands on his hips as you start to help him grind against your panty-covered core.

“do you want to be even better for me?” you ask, and he nods silently. “words, beomgyu.”

“y-yes, i do,” he whispers, watching as your tongue swipes over your lips. a ghost of a smile plays on your lips, barely there — but he notices. he notices everything about you, really, even in this hazy state of his. 

“good,” you sigh, reaching down to stroke him once more. he sighs, eyes squeezing shut and vision blurring as they open again. he mouth falls open before he can stop it, a shuddering moan falling from his lips. tilting your head, a single quirk of your brow has his heart pounding harder.

“then go ahead and fuck me, baby.”

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[finalshockdown]

So I got a random burst of inspiration and decided to draw @xxtc-96xx’s mewtwo characters as Rain World Slugcats! This was also a chance for me to practice digital painting, and it came out super well imo.

From Right to Left:

Pigment (Pig) - Slugpup (I felt a slugpup was more fitting for Pig over Huey since she’s younger and still kind of has to rely on the older Twos. I figure she’d be artificer once she gets bigger, but Spearmaster could work too!)

Mewtwo (Scarfy) - The Hunter (I chose Hunter for Mewtwo because the Hunter is definitely the most stoic looking out of the Slugcats (minus Artificer). There’s another reason I picked Hunter but… Rain World spoilers lmao. It’s a game that should be played blind. If ya really wanna know just go on the wiki.)

Newtwo (Newt) - The Survivor (Yeah I went basic bitch Survivor for Newtwo. I did make her slightly chonky, but not to the level of the Gourmand. She would totally fit as the Gourmand, though.)

Huebert Twobert (Huey) - The Monk (Huey being Monk actually has a couple levels to it! For one, the Monk is actually part of the Survivor’s family that they’re separated from at the beginning of the game, specifically their sibling. The Monk is also differently colored compared to the rest of the family, being a bright yellow compared to the pale white tones of the rest. Sound familiar?)

I didn’t draw any of the other babytwos, but I know for a FACT that Stain would the The Saint.

[6okuto]

— aki boyfriend headcanons

gn!reader | sfw

note from nia: HE'S HEEEREE EVERYONE STFU HE'S HERE. barks and growls. i've been waiting for this day. thank you god

this guy is the epitome of stoic detached aura warming up at the sight of his partner. he isn't shooting hearts out if his eyes or especially excited, but people notice the way he relaxes and lets things slide a little easier. especially if you're physically affectionate and everyone stares as he accepts/welcomes it

denji and power will always yell "gross!" and "get a room!" no matter how pg-13 you're being (if aki even lets them around you.) they also ask why you're dating him of all people. they also ask you to persuade him to do things because if he'll listen to anyone it's you, and they really want money to try winning that arcade grand prize

^ they very loudly complain about his favouritism for you but he ignores them

even if there is blatant favouritism you aren't Immune. though a few forehead flicks and sarcastic teasing remarks, or saying no to trip detours isn't that bad. personally i think it's a win

acts of service and quality time !! his job takes him away from you so often that whenever he has chores to do or free time he'll ask if you want to join.

cooking with aki :( he doesn't mind cooking for you and usually goes out of his way to do it any way, especially if he knows he'll be gone for a while. but he can't deny that he loves the domesticity of working together in the kitchen to make breakfast.

naturally does your chores just because ? he wants to help you ? and he's already here ? so why wouldn't he

lets out a deep sigh when he takes his hair out and you run your hands through it. it's one of his favourite ways to relax, and it's become part of your routine to let him rest his head in your lap when he gets home

will sit there as you play with his hair and do little ponytails/braids with little to no resistance.

^ you tilt his head to look at him and he waits for your thoughts. "you look pretty," you say matter-of-factually. he hums and reaches to feel what you've done before thanking you and reaching for his phone camera

aki leaving little notes or texting you when he leaves while you're asleep. "I cooked your favourite and put it in the fridge. Love you. Be back soon :)" (say what you want about him adding a smiley face but I imagine him hesitating before ultimately choosing to do it despite the awkwardness he feels. he's always thinking of how to show you he really does appreciate you and that includes going out of his comfort zone)

^ good morning and goodnight texts when he's not there. texts you when he knows you're going to be eating to make sure you're doing okay (and to tell you he misses you)

^ sometimes you can get a little "Denji and Power say hi" or a photo taken of him by them

one thing he always does his best to do is ask you to talk about your day !! what did you, what did you eat and watch, did anything interesting happen? he'll tell you about his day minus the devil hunting details if you don't have familiarity with the job. doesn't think he should make you have to hear about it

(absentminded) temple, knuckle, and shoulder kisses. it's a kiss to your temple when he spots you in a room, bringing your hand up to his lips to kiss it while it's still intertwined with his, and a kiss to your shoulder goodnight while he hugs you from behind

^ srs about the knuckle kisses whenever you're holding hands. like, you're holding his hand while talking to him at your desk and he's bending down to listen and look at your screen? he brings your hand up and rests his lips against it so you can feel him hum in response and tiny pecks to your knuckles as you speak

^ general small gestures. tucking your feet into the blanket when you're sleeping and it's cold. refilling your water when he sees your glass is empty. standing in front of you when it's sunny so you can see. tidying your desk to help you stay organized. automatically getting your favourite snacks while shopping. remembering your drink order. letting you take the last seat on the bus or holding you so you don't fall. gently pulling your head to rest on his shoulder when he sees you falling asleep etc etc etc

aki knows when you take his clothes. not that he minds Obviously but he just wants you to know there's no point in trying to keep it a secret. he thinks you look really nice by the way. you can tell by the way he pauses when he looks up at you or his gaze lingers

he isn't really a hoodie guy, but if you ever asked for one of his to wear he makes a mental note to buy a couple.

matching earrings ♡____♡ trusts your taste and will try what you get him,, though he strays away from dangly ones if he's going on a mission

^ seriously the boyfriend who'll do objectively silly things for you like wearing fruit earrings you very evidently got from claire's. not out but he'd put them on

i need you all to imagine aki clasping your necklace for you.

definitely had a drawer for your things before you officially moved in. as it got more and more clothes and you stayed over more often, he finally asked for your thoughts on living together

yes aki walks on the side closer to the road

yes he'll hold your hand in big crowds so he doesn't lose you

yes he holds your bags while shopping or in general. doesn't care if it's pastel pink or a cat or whatever else

no he isn't afraid to get into a physical fight if someone is bothering you. honest to god would knock someone out if you asked

imagine the sharing a cigarette thing but if you don't smoke and it's a lollipop. Ok. Think.

baths! taking baths together!! him offering massages because he knows when you're stressed. doing skincare with him etc etc

i just think in the pining phase before you date think if you mentioned something you wish could happen e.g. a romance trope, gesture, dream date, etc. he'd take mental notes for later

I Just Think when he's had a hard day and he remembers again just how dangerous his job is, how he could lose you at moment,, he's especially clingy and tries to do more for you (if that's possible)

^ the first conversation you have when he opens up about his past and his feelings about his family is definitely important and also a bit heartbreaking.

writes "happy birthday" with icing himself on the cake he gets you :) unless you don't like cake—he'll write it on a card anyways

^ gets you very thoughtful gifts. it's something you've been wanting for ages that he started to save up for, or something he saw that reminded him of you, or something that the two of you could do together. you get it

usually goes for the big spoon when you sleep, but his grip tightens when you try to get up no matter what position you're in

he gets a little flustered if he notices you saved his contact as anything other than "Aki" even if it's just like, a heart next to it

^ Will Not let denji and power see how he copied what you did.

[patchwork-crow-writes]

Thoughts on Kris x Ralsei

This is so long I had to split it up into parts - this is Part 1, which looks into how the roles that Kris and Ralsei are given contributes to the idea of their romance. As more parts are written, they'll be linked below in this handy-dandy TOC!

Part 1: And They Lived Happily Ever After <- (You Are Here!) Part 1.5: I Believe Your Choices DO Matter Part 2: A Pair of Star-Cross'd Lovers Part 2.5: In Another World, We Could Have Been (Just) Friends

Okay, so.

Wanted to elaborate a bit on my viewpoint of this ship, because I don't think it's something I've ever really discussed before and I think it's actually a very interesting dynamic (or at least has the potential to be, depending on where the rest of Deltarune goes).

So, Kralsei is cute, isn't it? It's fun to hug the fluffy boy and watch him melt into incomprehensible stuttering and blushing. All the little signs he's really, really into Kris, all the cute little snippets of dialogue you can initiate with him, all the alone time they spend together, in both chapters... honestly, the game makes it hard not to root for this pairing.

And yeah, it's cute... in a very surface-level, don't-think-about-it-too-hard kind of way. But once you start thinking about it... hoo boy. There is. A LOT to unpack here. So much more is going on just under the surface, and once you see it, it's difficult to un-see it. And in my opinion, it makes the Kralsei dynamic so much more nuanced, more compelling, and potentially quite tragic.

Now, a disclaimer: it's fine to like this ship on a surface level. No real harm is being done, these are fictional characters and it doesn't matter what reason you enjoy it for - if it provides comfort to you and gets you through, then more power to you! This is more me sorting through my thoughts on the subject and is not a judgment on how others approach it. With that said, and in the spirit of full disclosure, this will go into slightly uncomfortable territory - picking apart the idea of destined love, the deconstruction of common romance tropes, how outside manipulation might play a part, and even the potentially incest-adjacent nature of the relationship. If you don't want to deal with any of that, you can stop reading right now, and that's okay. Please continue to enjoy Deltarune in the manner that is best for you, and thank you for your attention thus far :)

If you're still with me, then please click the read more and we'll get started.

Part 1: And They Lived Happily Ever After

The first thing you have to understand is that Deltarune is utterly determined to cram the notion of Kralsei down the player's throat. The game is not subtle about this in any way, shape or form. Everything from the narration, to the dialogue, to major game events, to item interactions, and even the roles that Kris and Ralsei play both in the story and the party, serves to reinforce the notion that these two are very likely to end up romantically involved with each other in some way.

Let's look at the characters first. Kris is portrayed as the noble knight - stoic, unwavering, courageous, a natural leader - clad in medieval-inspired plate armour and wielding a sword and shield. And Ralsei is the archetypal princess - demure, dainty, kindhearted, nurturing - who uses magic to heal his allies and pacify enemies.

I did not mistype there - Ralsei is a prince, but the characteristics associated with him are more commonly found amongst female healers in JRPGs. Think Fina from Skies of Arcadia, or Marle from Chrono Trigger (minus the temperment), and you might have an idea of what I'm on about.

Think of knights and princesses for a moment. Imagine St. George slaying the dragon to save a helpless damsel. Imagine Lancelot and Gwenevere. Robin Hood and Maid Marion. Link and Zelda. Squall and Rinoa. Every single fairy tale involving an imperilled princess and a knightly rescuer. For a more modern take, imagine The Bodyguard. Ness and Paula. I could go on, but then we'd be here all day.

Suffice it to say that there is a pretty entrenched tradition surrounding these archetypes - a male-coded, phsyically-adept, courageous, stoic, action-oriented figure, is paired with a female-coded, magically-adept (depending on the medium of course), less-physically-capable by comparison, emotional, and more passive foil. The (male-coded) knight protects and rescues, the (female-coded) princess nurtures and soothes.

It is a very, VERY emotionally-charged dynamic, by its very nature. Through their acts of service to their protectee, the Knight displays their devotion and care for the Princess, and is in turn emotionally-enriched and cared-for. There is a great deal of physical and emotional vulnerability between them, and it is therefore ideal for romance stories.

Look at Kris and Ralsei again, through this lens. Kris is immediately put into the role of Knight, and Ralsei quickly establishes himself as a classic Princess. Almost instantly, before you've even become aware of it, you've made the connection - they're going to fall in love, because that's what ALWAYS happens in these stories. Ralsei supports and encourages Kris, both in dialogue and in battle, and Kris...

...Kris, uh...

...they...

...hug Ralsei sometimes...?

...they... they give him a ribbon...?

...no, that can't be right.

But it is right, for two reasons. One, Kris doesn't have to do anything. The roles are already established, and Ralsei is playing his part like a pro. And two, Kris doesn't do any of those things in the first place - you do. It's the player who hugs Ralsei, who gives him the ribbon, who picks the dialogue options, who makes the connections. You're the Knight in this scenario, not Kris.

Because Kris doesn't get to make that choice. Kris has to do what you tell them to do. And many of us have already jumped to the conlusion that this romance is happening, becuase that's what always happens. The Knight and the Princess fall in love. They get married. They live happily ever after.

So we ship them, because hey, it's cute, and it's easy. I can't stress enough how easy the game makes this. I'm fairly convinced that Ralsei was designed by comittee, like the Funzo toy in that one episode of the Simpsons. Like he was created with the sole purpose of being the most disgustingly adorable, lovable, awkward little cinnamon bun that ever existed. Like he was created to generate the maximum emotional response in players. It's the cuteness response dialled up to 11, and we are almost hard-wired to want to protect this little bundle of fluff from any and all danger, because lookit how sweet and adorable he is! The glasses make his eyes look all big, his fluffiness is reminscent of that of baby animals, he stutters and fumbles his way through dialogue, and you just want to scoop him up and put him in your pocket or something.

And so, we're more than happy to fulfil the role of the Knight to Ralsei's Princess. Whether Kris actually wants to or not. Because it does become increasingly obvious that outside of our influence, Kris is still their own person, with their own goals and desires, but no real agency with which to pursue them. Would that we could know what they truly want, but we are never presented with an opportunity to find out.

The thing is, Kris is not particularly... knightly. They play pranks on their friends, they swipe sweet treats from their mother, they seem to enjoy getting a rise out of people, and particularly from Asriel, if the story about "dropping the lizard into the pit to jump higher" is any indication. They sleep through class, yet by Berdly's grudging admission they are the "third smartest in the class". The only reason they go to church is so they can drink the "sick fruit juice". They don't seem to have any issue with prank-calling their mom, while she's taking about them with their tutor, while they're standing just out of sight, while they're balancing a trash orb on their head.

Nothing about this behaviour screams "Knight." If anything, it would make more sense for Kris to have become a Rogue-type character upon entering the dark world. So the question remains - why is Kris forced into that role? And to what extent is the seemingly "fated" romance between Kris and Ralsei part of that role?

Folks, we have barely scratched the surface here. If I keep writing here this will become a novel, so I have to stop for everyone's sanity. But I will follow up soon, looking into the ideas of Purpose and Destiny and how they relate to Kralsei in-game. If you've stuck with me up to this point, let me just say thanks, because wow I wrote a lot here, and it's probably a bit rambly and says the same things two or three times, but I just. Had to get this onto the page in some way or another, so... here it is.

Thanks for reading, and see you in the next one :)

[cat3ch1sm]

🍃~ dear god im hoping this is the last part of the masterlist. i physically cannot stand it any longer/j. but if it means that things are more convenient for you all, im happy to do it<3

🌿~ some fandoms are rarely written for unless requested, so some fandoms have less works than others. however, it doesn’t mean that i won’t write for them freely, and feel free to request for them whenever reqs r open <3

🌲~ a/n after finishing- THIS LITERALLY STILL ISNT FUCKING IT I LITERALLY NEED TO MAKE A FUCKING FOURTH PART NOW. THATS IT IM DEACTIVATING WTF/j

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞

light yagami sfw

“would you still love me if i was a roach?”

“can i kiss you?”

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light being mean to L’s s/o

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ryuzaki sfw

“would you still love me if i was a roach?”

“can i kiss you?”

death note guys with a stony s/o

light being mean to L’s s/o

ryuzaki nsfw

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misa amane sfw

“would you still love me if i was a roach?”

misa amane nsfw

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near sfw

“would you still love me if i was a roach?”

“can i kiss you?”

death note guys with a stoic s/o

near nsfw

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mello sfw

“would you still love me if i was a roach?”

“can i kiss you?”

death note guys with a stoic s/o

mello nsfw

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matt sfw

“would you still love me if i was a roach?”

“can i kiss you?”

matt nsfw

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teru mikami sfw

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gon freeccs sfw

when he gets jealous

sending them cursed images

“is it because im black?”

killua zoldyck sfw

when he gets jealous

zoldyck family finding out illumi and hisoka are dating

sending them cursed images

“is it because im black?”

kurapika kurta sfw

when he gets jealous

them with an s/o with amnesia

sending them cursed images

kurapika pins you against a wall

comfort for parents making you feel like shit

kurapika x intp reader

“is it because im black?”

self-harm comfort

kurapika kurta nsfw

how they climax

“if you don’t let me syd, im gonna kms”

leorio paladiknight sfw

when he gets jealous

then with an s/o with amnesia

“is it because im black?”

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chrollo lucilfer sfw

phantom troupe with a young girl as a member

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chrollo’s s/o is kurapika’s soulmate

phantom troupe finding out illumi and hisoka are dating

“is it because im black?”

chrollo lucilfer nsfw

how they climax

“if you don’t let me syd, im gonna kms!”

hisoka morow sfw

zoldyck family finding out illumi and hisoka are dating

“is it because im black?”

hisoka morow nsfw

how they climax

“if you don’t let me syd, im gonna kms!”

illumi zoldyck sfw

zoldyck family finding out illumi and hisoka are dating

illumi with s/o who has daddy issues

“is it because im black?”

illumi zoldyck nsfw

how they climax

“if you don’t let me syd, im gonna kms!”

feitan portor sfw

phantom troupe with a young girl as a member

phantom troupe finding out illumi and hisoka are dating

“is it because im black?”

feitan portor nsfw

“if you don’t let me syd, im gonna kms!”

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zoldyck family finding out illumi and hisoka are dating- silv, kikyo, alluka, milluki, kalluto

phantom troupe with a young girl as a member- phantom troupe

them with an s/o with amnesia- kite

zoldyck butlers finding out illumi and hisoka are dating- canary, amane, tsubone, gotoh

phantom troupe finding out illumi and hisoka are dating- phantom troupe minus dead members

kurapika pins you against a wall- Melody

“is it because im black?”- phantom troupe

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🌿*♡∞:｡.｡ 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐫

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megumi fushiguro sfw

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satoru gojo sfw

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gojo being an immature asshole on video call

satoru gojo nsfw

ignoring gojo

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they find out you’re a virgin- part one

kento nanami sfw

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[the-s1lly-corner]

I LOVED the Caine x stoic reader with a tail and was wondering if you could do another part but this time a little cute one shot and if you don’t do one shots then HC are just as ok:)

More hcs for Caine x tailed!stoic!reader !

Theres a cool ig acc I follow that posts unnerving (fictional) stuff since I'm into creepy stuff but yall

There are not many pictures that make me so. Very uncomfortable but theres this one image of like, a stuffed animal that just. Gets under my skin. So uh uh, here I am over a day after seeing it still too scared to leave my room at night

Anyways uhuh its 3am and I cant fall back to sleep because of that damn picture

Anyways! Writing this on mobile since I'm too anxious to leave my room to get to my computer; so typos are gonna be more prominent <\3 probably

I really should have reread the original post before I started writing this, but mobile wont let me save half answered asks in drafts + cant access my archive on mobile so uh uh, if I repeat some stuff from the og I apologize

I feel like he would try to get you to be more emotive.. like get you to be more outwardly expressive in your feelings; before coming to terms that that's just how you are ! As long as you're not bottling things up he quickly becomes accepting of it !!

That one ship meme where character a is tired and stone faced while character b is energetic and shaking with energy

That's you guys, pretty much

Honestly I think he would give himself a tail, assuming he can give himself one... he probably could given his powers... ueueue you guys match...

Have you guys ever seen superjail? If so you guys know how the warden is like. All wibbly wobbly? Has like, noodle limb physics and can shapeshift and wrap himself around people ect ect

This is more of a general hc but I think caine can do that, minus the shapeshifting.. though now that I think about it dont know if wardens shapeshifting was an actual in universe ability or just a visual gag.. its been a while since I watched superjail and I never finished it <\3

He sings himself over your shoulder while gushing about his day then asking you for every little detail about your own

Ooouuugh if you have a longer tail he will give you accessories for it , if you want!! Like bows and clips and ribbons and the like !! Pays very close attention to your style so he can get you stuff that fits your aesthetic...

Sometimes gets matching accessories with you.. ueueue

[planetsstarsandmoons]

If you don’t mind me asking, what aspects or house overlays would cause a big ass miscommunication? Like I knew a guy who at some point just stopped talking to me. We worked together so it was awkward. We went from basically talking to each a lot every shift we had together to nothing. Bare minimum chatter. Turns out we just thought each other was mad at each other or something like “oh I guess they aren’t talking to me anymore guess I’ll just deal with these intense emotions by myself while talking to someone else to fill the time…tho it doesn’t feel the same.” At least on my end. Sorry for the long ass example bruh 🫠

This kind of sounds like a situation where people have trouble harmonically expressing their moon and their mercury, but we’ll see…

Aspects and house overlays that cause miscommunication, from the top of my head:

Mercury conjunct south node synastry:

Every conjunction with a node is felt on a spiritual level. This one came to mind because of a relationship I once had. These people feel ~happy~ talking to each other. The mercury person, on a soul level, desires to sort of do a service of intellectual rapporting to the south node person, being their team mate in life. The south node person feels like no one understands them as well as the mercury person does. How it can also play out, though, is the south node person (always a risk with the south node) not binding themselves enough to the planet person, due to their personal growth from the south node towards the north node purpose. When this happens, mercury in this case will feel drained since their efforts are trying to fuel something the node person is already living beyond so to speak. They feel like the north node is unreceptive and condescending to their ideaa, so the node person drifting away from their south node becomes in regards to communication ‘unavaillable’ to mercury. This makes the mercury person feel rejected, often rejected ‘in advance’ which in concern to stuff that makes the node person actually need-need the mercury’s input, like for example the relationship, will make the mercury person go ‘you know what, I’ll just let her figure out herself’ because the node is too much on her own path. In my case, it created a sense of “oh, this is such a one sided affair from my side. I’m trying to nurture this soullevel important part of her by doing this, and she’s just going her own way and not binding to it, and therefore me” because To the mercury person it looks like she’s just mentally not there and drifting away from the intellectual/communicative connection.

So that became a paragraph lol. But I felt like I should share it

Moon in hard aspect to mercury:

Partains more to feelings of the one not being understood by the logic the other and vice versa.

saturn in composite:

Saturn is known in some astrological circles as the thing that creates ‘lack’, but it’s not because saturn is some minus force. How I see saturn is basically this: saturn is the very strong and mighty and imposing planet that is also very cautionary and stoic and restricted. Where it falls, it forms a ‘challenge’ and the challenge is always this: make sure that where saturn falls, you make a reliable enough base with just enough trust and understanding, that even a planet like saturn Could let go of the reins and unleash their heaviness on that part. Once saturn is set, like a big fk stone, you can’t move it anymore. It’s binding. I think that’s why people are so careful with it, because saturn can also bind us to everything that’s uncomfortable or bad. People don’t like to do that usually. Saturn in 7th: people can’t really do an unrestricted and uninhibited partnership without first really really establishing that the base is sturdy (not superficial) and something good. Saturn in the 8th house: people cannot do uninhibited and unrestricted sex/soul baring without first really really establishing that the base is sturdy (not superficial) and something good. Coming close to doing those house issues without working through saturn (and kind of embracing it as one of your together-planets) the partners are afraid of doing something bad, or too much of what the other partner will think of them. They’ll always feel inhibited sort of. Restricted, like they have to have their reins there because otherwise, saturn tells them, they are being very irresponsible and uncareful ! Almost sounds a little self-sabotaging, right? Now imagine saturn in the composite chart in hard aspect to mercury, or in the house where mercury is, or in the third house.

Mercury and uranus, composite and synastry:

What the other person interprets the ‘zeitgeist’ of life to be, but also their sense of creativity in their way of life, doesn’t mesh well with the logic of the other person.

Saturn in synastry:

When concerning moon and mercury, it can make the personal planet person think saturn doesn’t want to hear their thoughts and will judge them. The saturn person though is the person who wants to talk/communicate, but feel restricted and inhibited by her own force. They’re both too careful. Mercury in hard aspect to saturn causes more frustration than awkwardness like with saturn in aspect to moon, though.

Natal charts:

I think both of you may have some lunar/saturnian aspects in the chart… a combination of easily triggered and immediately shutting down. Chiron may also have something to do with it !

[marve2014]

No Time Like the Present

Wednesday Addams x fem!reader 

Part Three

Summary: Aftermath of Part Two

Warnings: Minor mention of violence, kidnapping.

Minors DNI

Word Count:3.1k

Authors Note: All characters aged up to 18.

Coming too everything is hazy feeling like you just woke up from a bad nap. You can’t really make out any distinct voices, you just hear a bunch of beeping; your attempt to sit up and open your eyes goes terribly wrong and ends up causing you to feel lightheaded so you lay back down. You take in your surroundings slowly, recognizing you’re in a hospital room but can’t remember what you did to get placed here. You notice the only pain you have is in your head and you don’t seem to have any wounds anywhere. You press the call button next to your bed that rings the nurses’ station, and you wait for someone to come in. Instead of being greeted by a nurse, your mother comes rushing in and smiles widely seeing you awake. She brings you a cup of water and sits next to you on the hospital bed  

“Oh, my sweet girl, you gave me quite the scare.” Your mother says as she runs her fingers through your hair and gently cups your face with both hands “Never do that to me again.”

“I’ll try not to.” You smile back at her “What exactly happened? My head is pounding.”

” I’ll grab some medicine for that and be right back to answer any questions. You have a visitor though; I’ll send them in while I’m gone.” As your mother leaves you adjust the bed and try to get more comfortable; hearing the door open you look up and find Tyler standing there holding some flowers and a stuffed bear. “Glad to see you alive, I don’t think I could handle training another person on the espresso machine.” He laughs and sits down in the chair next to your bed. Taking the stuffed bear, you cuddle it and then pull Tyler into a hug. “Thank you, for the gifts and coming to see me.”

“Well, it’s not every day a normie gets caught in the middle of Nevermore problems you’re the talk of the town.”

“On great. Can’t wait to read about myself in the paper.” You gently laugh. “Tyler… I know I’m going to sound crazy, but A monster killed that kid. All I remember is him holding Wednesday in the air and then dropping her as the monster attacked him. Wednesday! On my god! Is Wednesday okay?!” 

"Wednesday is perfectly fine. Apparently, your scream scared off whatever it was before it could turn to you or her.” Tyler explains. 

“Oh, okay. Well good. Good, good, good.” You fiddle with your hands refusing to make eye contact with Tyler. “Has, um, she asked about me? You know what never-mind. I don’t want to know.” 

“Well actually, she has been by every hour, on the dot. You have about 7 minutes until she walks through the door again”

“Are you serious? On God, I look like crap. She can’t see me like this!” you squeal and pull the covers over your head  

“Yeah, you don’t really have a choice. T-minus five minutes until darkness walks through the doors.” Tyler laughs and pulls you from the blanket and pats your fizzy hair down

“Have you spoken to her?…” 

“Nothing too serious. Just checking up on you and her constantly asking if I saw anything strange, that kid lived though- “Tyler is cut off by your room door opening to reveal a stoic looking Wednesday Addams. 

“Leave us Tyler.” Wednesday demands not taking her eyes off you. 

“I mean it’s not like I was here first or anything, but sure I’ll leave. I’ll come back right after my shift, okay y/n? Text me until then. “Tyler hugs you and waves bye too Wednesday as he closes your door.

“Hello Wednesday, fancy seeing you here. How ya been?’ You joke trying to take some of the tension out of the air. Wednesday doesn’t say anything she just stares at you and then moves to take the chair Tyler was previously sitting in.

“As much as I enjoy hospitals and the pain they bring people, I would much rather not see you inside its walls.” Wednesday States as she pulls a black dahlia stuffed figure from her purse and throws it on your bed. “Tyler said sick people like gifts, so there.” 

“Well thanks, considering you think I’m a nuisance and all.” You mumble and pick up the stuffed flower 

“That is what I wanted to explain. I can’t bring myself to say the words, so I wrote it down. Please read this.” she demands as she hands you a letter looks like it was written on an old timely typewriter. ” I’ll wait here for you to finish it. “

“Okay then.” You begin to read the letter: y/n, when I called you a nuisance, it is not what I actually meant. I find you very nice to look at and sitting with you was not terrible. You are not abysmal at crowd control and make a very good espresso. You also called me pretty, which no one has ever done, I didn’t hate it, your smile made me blush and that has never happened either. You make me feel sick in the best way possible. Please forgive me for the way I spoke of you to Tyler. Also, if you ever show anyone this, I will deny it and have to kill you. Regretfully, Wednesday Addams.

You glance up at Wednesday and see her eyes coldly staring at you waiting for a response.

“You have to buy me an iced coffee every time I see you for the next two weeks. Only then will I forgive you” you say as you smile up at her.

 “I suppose that’s fine.”  she agrees.

“Now that, that is out of the way! What the hell happened last night and what was that thing?” you question.

“I think it would be best if you stayed out of it and stayed out of the woods. Also, don’t chase after anymore random boys going into a dark forest alone.” Wednesday says as she starts to stand up. 

"Wednesday, nice try but not even someone as cute as you can keep me from the truth.” You smugly state. “I guess I’ll have to figure it out on my own. “

“This isn’t a joke y/n. You could get hurt if you go searching for answers alone.”

“Guess you’ll have to let me help then. Plus, the sheriff and my mom are friends and the coroner’s office is here in the basement if you haven’t noticed.”.

“This isn’t some Nancy drew situation. That kid Rowan is dead even if no one believes me.  The monster destroyed him. You could have already been killed by him. Do you not understand that?” Wednesday begins to raise her voice just the slightest as you sit up in bed more and look her directly in the eyes. 

“You may be used to people not caring about what you do or the dangers of it, but I was there to. I am fully aware of what could have happened.

Your intense stare off with Wednesday is interrupted by your mother walking in the room with the medicine for your head.

“Hello dear you must be Wednesday; Tyler told me you had been stopping by to see our y/n.” 

She walks over and inserts a syringe into your I.V. as she looks back and forth between you and Wednesdays heated stares. “Am I interrupting something?" your mother asks awkwardly.

“No, you weren’t I was just leaving. I must get ready and meet Enid for the Poe Cup.” Wednesday abruptly stands and walks to the door turning back to you. “I will use Enid’s phone and text you; this conversation is not over.” Walking out without another word. 

“Well, she’s just a delight.” Your mother chuckles and runs a hand over your forehead and into your hair

“Laugh all you want mother; I’m going to marry that girl.” You smirk as you feel the drowsiness from the medication taking over.” Gonna marry her mom, just you watch.” 

Your mother laughs at you and presses a kiss to your forehead watching you drift off to sleep. “Whatever you say sweet girl, whatever you say.” 

You wake up a few hours later to two voices arguing back and forth you immediately recognize one as your mothers and the other as Sheriff Galpin’s. 

“I don’t care if you’re the sheriff. You’re not taking to her until she has no medication in her system, and she’s discharged! “ 

“I need to corroborate the Addams girl’s story. The sooner I do that, the closer we can get to finding some answers.” 

“And you can get those answers when she has no narcotics in her system.” 

“Fine. I’ll wait. But the second she’s clear, I’m talking to her.”

“That’s fine. But don’t you dare ask Tyler to get information out of her or so help me, it won’t be some bear that’ll be your problem; it’ll be me.” 

You hear your door being pushed all the way open and lean up to see your mother walking through.

“How are you feeling sweet girl?” She asks as she grabs you another glass of water and a straw.

“I feel better, the pain is more of a dull ache, not as bad as it was earlier.” You smile and take the water from her. “Was that Tyler’s dad you were arguing with?” you ask.

“I was hoping you didn’t hear that, but yes. He’s being a real pain about talking to you. You need your rest before talking to anyone about what happened. If you want to tell me about it, that’s fine. But that stays between us. I don’t care how friendly me, and the sheriff are.” 

“Thank you, I still don’t even know how to process everything, let alone try and remember it all.” You sigh and start to try and move. “When do you think they’re going to let me out of here?”

“If you’re feeling fine, we can head home once the discharge papers are ready. You don’t have a concussion or anything, you’re only here because I insisted. Let me go see if I can find a nurse. I’ll be right back.”

“Thank you, mom.”

“You’re welcome sweet girl.” She gives you another kiss on the forehead as you feel your phone begin vibrating. Looking down you see a text from Tyler

Best Coffee Maker in the World: How much longer they keeping you hostage? Work sucks without you here. I’m so bored.

Y/n: I get to leave once the papers are readyyyyyyy. Come to my house when you’re off, not the hospital lol. 

Best Coffee Maker in the World: Okayyy. Gonna need to know how the talk with Wednesday went. I’ll bring snacks! 

You read Tyler’s last message to you and start getting your stuff ready to leave, picking up the stuffed black dahlia from Wednesday and bringing it closer to you, cuddling it to your chest and smiling you wonder how the Poe cup is currently going  

Finally, back at home, you’re relaxing when Tyler walks in the open doorway

“Glad to see you home how is your head feeling? Tyler asks as he makes his way to your chair.

“Head feels fine just want to curl up in a ball under my blanket though” you laugh and get under the covers  

“So now did your talk with Wednesday go?” 

“Good, for her I suppose. I do however think she is going to learn the hard way that I don’t listen well to being told what to do. “You smirk.

‘Okay then ma’am only one of you is allowed to look like a killer and that smile is giving off major serial killer vibes. So, tone it down you weirdo.” Tyler laughs as he hits you gently with a pillow. 

You were about to tell Tyler bout Wednesday’s letter when you feel your phone ring and unknown number comes up. You answer and are surprised to hear Wednesday on the other end. 

“Meet me at the gates of Nevermore at 8pm sharp. Don’t be late “

The line went dead right after, and you look at Tyler to make sure you didn’t just imagine the phone call.

“You heard her as well, correct?” 

‘’Yes y/n, I heard her as well. So, is this a date? A friendly meet up? Did she say anything else?” He questions.

“Tyler... you heard the same things I did. Does it sound like she asked anything else?” You reply rhetorically and roll your eyes.

“Okay, geeze, you’re so testy sometimes.” He moans. “I’m heading out, tell me how tonight goes. If I don’t see you at work tomorrow, I’ll see you the following day. Okay?” He hugs you and walks out of the room,

You decide to go downstairs and make some food to pass the time until you had to leave and go to Nevermore. Heating up some leftovers from your mom you contemplate what Wednesday has in store for the both of you. Thirty minutes before you need to leave you change into some black leggings and a black cable knit sweater that way you can still be comfortable. 

Debating on what to shoes to wear, you settle on black doc martens to truly complete the all black look that you hope would make Wednesday Addams proud. You notice that it is time to leave, you leave a note on the counter for your mother as well as send her a text letting her know that you were going to see Wednesday. The drive to school is uneventful and you arrive at 7:55p.m. You pull to the side of the gate and put the car in park looking around to see if you can locate Wednesday anywhere. Suddenly, the passenger door opens and Wednesday hops in.  

“Thank you for coming. I think I found something useful. That night in the woods... Rowan showed me this photo his mother drew 25 years ago before she died.” Wednesday unfolds the photo and shows you a drawing of herself. “Apparently she told him that if this girl ever showed up at Nevermore, she would be its demise, that he needed to kill her.” 

“So, you think that you’re the demise of Nevermore?” You quietly ask as Wednesday stares out the front window.

“I’m not sure, but there’s a watermark on the photo that is related to an old secret society, The Nightshades. Mrs. Thornhill says they were disbanded, but I think I know where their library is.” 

“And you called me because?” 

“You said I couldn’t keep you from the truth, and two pairs of eyes is better than one. So, let’s go. We don’t have all night.” Wednesday states as she begins to get out of the car. 

“Yes ma’am.” You grumble and follow her.

You both make your way through the dark halls coming upon a statue of Edgar Allan Poe. There is a book at the base of the statue with 10 weird sentences. You look over them before speaking aloud. 

“They’re riddles. Each line. 

The opposite of Moon – Sun

A world between Ours – Nether

Two months before June- April 

A Self Seeding Flower- Pansy

One more than one- Two 

It’s leaves weep to the ground- Willow

It melts in the sun- Ice 

It’s beginning and end never found- Circle

Ever Rule has one- Exception.

The answer will give a sharp cracking sound. ‘’ you say as Wednesday is writing down each answer.

“Snap Twice” Wednesday snaps twice and the statue shifts, revealing a staircase. You both head down into what seems to be a large room lined with rows of books, photos on all the walls of young-looking students. You notice Wednesday stopping and staring at one photo in particular. The names on it are Mortician Frump and Gomez Addams. You put two and two together realizing that they are her parents.

“Did you know that they were a part of The Nightshades?” You ask as you see her looking at some of the books.

“No.” She answers coldly, you see her stick a book under her jacket before you feel fabric being placed over your head. You scream for Wednesday as you are placed in a chair and ropes are tied around your wrists. You hear Wednesday speaking with someone she calls Bianca before the cloth bag is removed from your head. 

“What the hell is going on and why was I just kidnapped?!” You scream at the group around you. You look at Wednesday who seems to be cool as a cucumber.

“Really Wednesday, a normie?” The girl you assume to be Bianca says.

“Just untie us and let us go. I don’t even go here; I could care less. I’m here for Wednesday, I don’t even know any of you. Well, besides tall, dark, and broody over there.” Nodding towards Xavier. “I don’t go to the normie school, I’m homeschooled. So, there is literally no one for me to tell.”

“We could always initiate Wednesday.” Xavier says as he stands behind both you and Wednesday. 

“I would rather die. Xavier, untie Y/n. Now.” Wednesday reveals that her wrists have been unbound for the last 5 minutes while Xavier undoes your ropes. Wednesday grabs your hand and makes her way to the stairs before turning around and scowling at the group “It’s people like you who give kidnapping a bad name.” Wednesday pulls you up the stairs not once letting go of your hand. You can feel the blush starting to spread across your face from the simple act of hand holding so you keep your head down and let Wednesday take the lead. 

“Well, that was fun.’’ Wednesday states as you both make it back to your car.

“It kind of was. Also, I saw you steal that book. I expect more information tomorrow while you’re buying me coffee.” You laugh as you go to open the car door. You notice Wednesday look hesitant as she still has a hold of your hand. 

“I’ve never held someone’s hand before. I don’t hate holding yours.”

“Well, that’s good to know.” You joke.

“This was a date if you didn’t know, it went quite well. I will be leaving you now. I need to complete my writing time. Goodbye y/n. I will see you tomorrow.” Wednesday lets go of your hand and immediately walks away leaving you dumbfounded. You get in the car and start it, heading back home thinking about the way her hand felt in yours. You arrive home to an empty house, your mother still a work. Heading to bed you receive a text from what you now know is Enid’s phone number wishing you goodnight. You can’t wait to tell Tyler about this tomorrow at work. 

Getting to work, you and Tyler talk before the Nevermore kids come for outreach day. You tell him everything that happened last night from the kidnapping, to the holding hands, and what Wednesday said to you. Tyler looks up at you smiling

“You do realize that you’re now dating THE Wednesday Addams, correct?”

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[trulybetty]

19 x gifts | joel x ofc

prompt: gifts pairing: joel miller x ofc word count: 656 notes: fluff, goldrush!joel, ellie being ellie and a little forced proximity, playing it loose with the prompt ok peeps summary: jackson's annual valentine dance

x. masterlist

“So, people really did all this for... Valentine's Day?” Ellie's tone hovered between amusement and disbelief, watching as Charlotte stepped down the ladder she’d climbed to hang streamers, to survey the room with a critical eye.

“Yeah, some people really got into it. Cards, chocolates, flowers and the whole nine yards.”

Ellie gave Charlotte a conspiratorial look, “Did Joel do all that?”

Charlotte shot her back a tired look, the teenager's quest to unearth tidbits of her past relationship with Joel was growing more and more tiresome.

“Ok, okay,” Ellie laughed, her hands in the air in defence, “I’m going to assume based on what I know about him he wasn’t exactly Mr. Romance.”

Charlotte bit her lip in response before changing the topic, “Pass me those tablecloths.” 

Ellie handed her the stack of linens before turning to flip through a stack of old Valentines in another box, “So, let me get this straight,” she began, her voice tinged with amusement, “Before everything went to shit, people would spend an entire day being all lovey-dovey because of some saint?”

Charlotte nodded, “Uh huh.”

“You actually like this stuff?” Ellie asked, her tone softer.

Charlotte paused in the middle of laying out the tablecloth and turned to Ellie with a shrug, “I never really gave it much thought before, but now?” She carefully placed the tablecloth on one of the tables, smoothing out any wrinkles. “If it brings even a little bit of hope to someone, a little sense of normality? Then I'm all for embracing it and celebrating.”

Ellie nodded, understanding as she took in the community hall in its paper decorations and hanging lights. “Makes sense,” she said. “This place looks... happy.”

Charlotte smiled, pleased. “That's the goal.”

As the evening wore on, minus the help of Ellie who had disappeared between boxes of decorations being delivered from storage and the call for volunteers, the community center had been transformed. 

Dimmed lights cast a warm glow over the couples swaying to the music from the speakers Tommy had managed to finally get working before winter came in full swing. Charlotte stood to the side, watching the movements of the couples on the makeshift dance floor, a soft smile on her lips.

Despite the joy that filled the room, a part of her felt detached, her mind wandering to past memories and lost opportunities. 

Before she could dwell in the past any longer, out of the corner of her eye she spotted Joel approaching. His usual stoic expression mixed with mild discomfort and determination. Before Charlotte could react, Ellie breezed past, her hand giving a gentle shove to Charlotte’s back, pushing her into the trajectory of Joel.

“Don't just stand there like losers,” Ellie chided, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Dance. It's Valentine's, not a funeral.”

Charlotte stumbled slightly into Joel, an awkward laugh escaping her as she tried to regain her composure. Joel, equally thrown off balance by the sudden collision, reached out to steady her, his hands hesitating before settling tentatively on her waist.

Joel looked as awkward as Charlotte felt, “Uh, did you want to… dance?” he asked, his voice unsure

Charlotte nodded, “Ellie’s truly the gift that keeps on giving, huh?” she quipped, trying to ease the tension that had arisen. 

Joel made no attempt to hide the smile on his face, his eyes meeting hers, “That’s one way of putting it,” he replied.

The pair began to move, a clumsy sway of two people who once knew intimacy but were now strangers trying to find a rhythm. The closeness after all those years was unfamiliar, uncomfortable — however, the undercurrent of electricity that travelled between them — a shared history, a bond, that despite everything, perhaps, despite the distance, turmoil and arguments, had never really been truly broken.

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Can you make hcs for the GoM (minus Kuroko) with having a sporty gf (any sport you want) who's similar to Akashi. She's smart, talented, and has leadership skills but she's not really the overbearing type, and more of chill and relaxed. But she can also be strict and firm when she knows she needs to be. Btw I love your works and especially excited for Akashi's part☺️

Kise

he himself is constantly praising his girlfriend over how talented she is, but he tends to get a little annoyed if someone else does it as if they are comparing him to her; they're both talented in their own right!

a part of him might actually find his girlfriend's attitude just a little too serious for his liking from time to time and he's constantly trying to get her to let loose and live a little

in the end, he's at least appreciative that one of them has the sense to be the mature one in the relationship, so as long as she can have fun with him as well, he doesn't mind how she is

Aomine

he's not at all that bothered by the fact that his girlfriend is a lot smarter than him, but he thinks it crosses the line if someone suggests that she's more talented

comparing the two of you often has him in a pissy mood, so he's glad she's not the type to rub it in his face even if other people are pointing out all the similarities and differences

as an older man with offspring on the brain, he'll often joke that he and his girlfriend will make babies that are completely unstoppable in any sport they so desire

Midorima

he gets along well with his girlfriend because they both strongly value structure and obedience when it comes to their respective teams

while not a captain of his team himself, he enjoys spending time with her by discussing different tactics they could use in their respective games

she ends up learning a lot more about basketball than she previously knew for him; it makes him feel loved and, in turn, he learns a lot about her beloved sport as well

Murasakibara

he needs someone who can be a bit of a leader for him in the relationship, since he doesn't like making a lot of decisions for himself, so his girlfriend ends up being a perfect match

they tend to balance each other out well, where she reminds him to take certain things a little more seriously from time to time and he reminds her to just relax and enjoy life once in a while

while they both go and support each other at their respective sports, he actually prefers to go watch her play more than he enjoys her seeing him play; he doesn't cheer loud, but he loves being her support

Akashi

there's a sort of kinship between him and his girlfriend that he's just not had with anyone else and part of him suspects it's because they are both so similar and have the same position in their respective sports

sometimes talking with his girlfriend can feel a lot like hashing out a business deal, since they are both so focused on finding the best strategies for their teams

it's the moments off campus, when she lets her stoic attitude drop for something more lax and she reminds him to let loose a little as well, that he appreciates the most