#mochi...(tears up) shes so cute...

[musubiki]

some brainstorming ideas ive had for a while on what cocos power can actually do

[lxnarphase]

g. satoru who is a massive pervert and constantly whines for you to let him touch you all the time, even when you're both around others. you've lost count of how many times he grabs you and pulls you into his lap, his warm hands slipping under your shirt while sitting next to g. suguru, who's attention is no longer on the tv.

'he doesn't mind,' satoru always comforts you, grinning into the skin of your neck. 'sugu's my best friend, he knows i can't help but touch you, baby.'

best friend or not, that doesn't explain how you always ended up with your legs spread open wide in satoru's lap, your jeans and panties discarded somewhere on the floor as suguru kisses all over your thighs. the two of them talk like you aren't even there, as if you aren't growing wetter as each second passes.

"satoru," suguru purrs, his fingers running up and down your soft lips, parting them open to watch slick slowly drip out of you. "you must be doing something else to her. i've never seen it get wet so quickly." the way he speaks so calmly makes you dizzy. it's unfair, so fucking unfair how calm and collected suguru is when he's inches away from your pussy, those pretty purple eyes focused on it.

"yeah? 's wet?" it's also unfair how riled up it gets satoru, seeing his pretty baby getting shy because his best friend is rubbing his fingers up and down her slick folds. "she's so messy, isn't she? she's the prettiest little pussy," he coos into your ear. that gets a chuckle from suguru, his eyes finally looking at you. "always the one to talk to the pussy and not about it, aren't you, satoru?"

his fingers finally focus on your clit, rubbing little circles into it. both you and satoru look pretty from this angle, suguru notices. the pure need and shyness on your face paired with that manic desperation on satoru's...it's a perfect picture, one he wants saved forever. maybe next time you'll let him take some pictures...after all, he needs a new background for his phone.

"c'mooon, sugu...give her a kiss? c'mon, c'mon, give that cunt a kiss, tell me how sticky 'n' wet she is," satoru fucking begs, acting as if he's the one spread open and dripping. but you second the thought, giving suguru the prettiest little puppy eyes.

"anything for you, princess," he coos softly, leaning down and pressing a little kiss on your clit. it's so light you barely feel it but then he's peppering kisses on it, your wetness starting to get on his lips and making each press of his lips sticker and wetter. "s-sugu-!" before you can even beg for more, his mouth is on you. his tongue is so wet and hot on your cunt, it feels like he was drooling for you.

"does she taste good? how wet is she, suguru, c'mon, tell me, tell me how that pussy tastes, pretty please?"

"mm, satoru, it's almost as if you wanted to be between her legs."

"who wouldn't? she's so pretty, she's squirmin' so cutely, my pretty baby, my needy little mochi, her pussy's always so creamy and warm and messy, god, i miss it right now."

"shit...stop talking like that, you're gettin' me flustered, should i-"

"s-sugu, please, keep going," you so politely ask. it's unbearable how cute you are, it's taking everything in him to keep being nice, to keep treating your cunt nicely. he knows satoru is mean and practically bullies your pretty slit almost every day, but he wants to be the nice one, the one who you go to when your 'toru' is being too mean. yet, you're making it so fucking hard when you look at him with lidded eyes that beg him to be rougher with you...

but he knows he's done for when satoru whispers something in your ear that has your eyes fluttering a bit and gets a pretty little gasp from you. those gorgeous eyes—oh, do you have little tears in them too?—connect with his and he's fucked.

"s-suguuu, please," you coo to him, moving your legs to hook over his shoulders and pull him closer to the apex of your thighs. "i need your mouth on my pussy r-really bad, please don't tease me." you take a pause and squeeze your eyes shut, whining a little as satoru coos for you to keep going. "g-give my...my messy cunt attention, suguru..."

suguru shakily sighs and the next thing you know, his mouth is smushed against your pussy, his tongue hungrily swirling against your clit as his hands grab onto the fat of your thighs. he doesn't know what gojo told you in order to hear you say that, but he's silently thanking him as he messily sucks and slurps at your juicy cunt.

it's so hot, all it takes is a few swipes of his tongue and you're gushing everywhere. suguru lowers his head to dip into your hole and he moans. he missed this, missed the sweet taste of your juices on his tongue as you squirmed and moaned for him, your boyfriend's best friend.

"fuck, i-i can hear how wet she is," comes satoru's pitiful whine, his hand dipping down to swipe at your clit as suguru focused on lapping up everything that dripped out of you. "lemme help, lemme help, wanna help you get her creamy, sugu." the feeling of suguru groaning into your puffy folds has you keening, arching your back against satoru's chest. oh, he's in heaven watching you both. "yeah, you didn't know she could cream, didya? put your fingers in her, sugu, put 'em in that sticky little pussy 'n' angle up."

reluctantly pulling his mouth off you with a wet sound, suguru slips two of his fingers in you. he doesn't miss the cry of his name, but he really doesn't miss the delirious giggle and moan when he angles his fingers up, rubbing against that spongy spot.

"f-fuck, she's dripping..."

"go on, fuck her with your fingers, you know you wanna see her make a mess. make her fucking cream, suguru, get her prepped. maybe t'day she'll let you put it in...oh, based on your face, she just clenched on your fingers, yeah?"

his fingers are still swirling around your clit, his other coming down to press on your abdomen. he can hear you getting wetter, your little whimpers turning to moans as you slur their names desperately. he wants you to lose all thoughts, only able to think about him and suguru...yeah, he wants you all soft and sweet so he and his best friend can try and slip into those warm, slick walls.

"mmn...she's really creaming...god, pretty girl, can you cum for me? i wanna see you cum on my fingers. satoru, move your fingers, the poor thing needs my mouth on her."

"hmmm, suddenly you know what she needs? ehehehe, you're learninggg, suguruuuu!" if you had turned to look at satoru, you'd see the charged look in his eye, blue eyes practically glowing with insanity. his hand grabs a fistful of suguru's hair and pulls his face directly into your cunt, unable to handle any more of this. he wanted to see you cum on suguru's face.

"c'mon, c'mon, kiss it, suguru, make it messy for the both of us. mmh, fuck, listen to you making out with her pussy, s' wet and sticky, isn't it? oohmygod, both of you sound so good, she's gonna cum, sugu, she's gonna cum in your mouth...fuck, i love you both so much, can't wait to see you both fucking each other."

[reissancesstuff]

The Name Game (And Pills Are Not Included)

Genre: Mafia Fluff, Domestic Chaos, Crack Comedy

Sanzu blew a party horn and looked entirely too smug for someone who almost knocked over the cake earlier.

“So. It’s a boy. Now we need a name worthy of his legacy,” he said, puffing his chest.

You raised an eyebrow. “Please don’t say—”

“I was thinking,” Sanzu continued proudly, “Xanazuki Midoripin.”

“…What the hell is that?” Rindou asked, half-asleep and scrolling through name websites on his phone.

Sanzu flipped his pink hair and said, “A combination of my three favorite pills.”

You looked at him dead in the eyes. “I’m not naming my child after your pills, Sanzu.”

Sanzu gasped, clutching his chest like he was mortally wounded. “I’m offended! My pills have saved lives—my life, mostly!”

Meanwhile—

Ran and Mochi were arguing by the snack table.

“Takatora sounds strong!” Ran insisted.

“Sounds like a dinosaur,” Mochi countered, crossing his arms. “Go with Daiki. Classic. Cool. Easy to write.”

Takeomi, with a cigar in hand, shrugged. “Just name him after something timeless… like Montecristo.”

“Takeomi, that’s literally a cigar brand,” you muttered.

Kokonoi raised a hand. “Okay but what about something like Benjamin, you know? As in Benjamins? Money? Dollars? It suits the legacy.”

“…Are we naming a baby or a startup company?” Rindou mumbled, still scrolling. “Here. Zephyros. Greek. Means west wind. Sounds like a Final Fantasy boss.”

You stared at the ceiling. “Why are all of you like this?”

Kakucho just sighed, visibly restraining himself from flipping a table.

Mikey, who had been quietly sitting next to you, finally stood up. One firm stomp. The room fell silent.

He turned to the chaos crew and said calmly but firmly:

“We have a name already.”

Everyone turned.

You held up a whiteboard with a soft smile.

In neat blue lettering, it read:

KAITO

Silence.

Then—Ran sniffled. “Okay… that’s cute.”

Sanzu wiped a fake tear. “I still think Xanazuki would've hit harder but… okay.”

Takeomi muttered, “Kaito Montecristo could’ve worked—”

“No.” said half the room.

Kokonoi nodded. “Kaito. It means ‘ocean’ and ‘soar.’ That’s solid.”

Mikey moved to your side, gently placing a hand on your stomach.

“Our son,” he said with a rare, warm smile. “Kaito Sano.”

---

Bonus Ending:

Sanzu: “Can his nickname at least be Zuki?”

You: “No.”

Sanzu: “Kai-Zuki? Hybrid? Fusion? Please?”

Ran: “Shut up before she names him Mochi Jr. out of spite.”

Mochi: “Actually…”

You: “Absolutely not.”

[dollyswishingwell]

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ Mama’s Princess P.18

𝒲𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 ˙⋆✮ Rafayel, Zayne, Xavier, Sylus, Caleb

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒/𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 ˙⋆✮ fluffff, just fluff as always

> ࣪𖤐.ᐟ Winter play day

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𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙡 °‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You woke up to the softest white glow outside the windows of the seaside estate, snow, real snow, blanketing the marble balconies and fountains. It looked like powdered sugar had dusted the entire estate.

“Snowwwwwww,” you gasped, already clutching your babygirl to your chest. She blinked her sleepy eyes open, yawning dramatically, long lashes fluttering as she mumbled,

“Mama’s warmmmm…”

But you were already sitting up, setting her down so you could rummage for the fluffiest, cutest baby winter outfit imaginable. A fluffy pink puffer jacket. Earmuffs with bear ears. Snow boots that squeaked when she walked. The way she stood there, chubby cheeks peeking out from under her fuzzy hood, mittened hands reaching for you,

You squealed. Out loud.

“You’re too cute it’s not fairrr,” you cried, grabbing her back up and spinning in place, burying your face in her puffy coat while she giggled and smacked her mittens against your cheeks.

“Mama! Stoppp!” she laughed, “No bite!!”

Rafayel emerged from the bedroom in a long black cashmere coat, sipping espresso, watching the two of you with soft amusement. He looked every inch like a spoiled prince dragged out of his studio by his overly enthusiastic wife.

“…You’re seriously squealing over her again?” he teased, smirking as he leaned in to flick the faux fur around your collar.

“You don’t get it, Raffy,” you said dramatically, “She’s chubby. And fluffy. And pink. She looks like a little mochi. I’m going to explode.”

“She looks like me,” he added with a fake-sulky pout, “You never squeal like that for me.”

“She’s a girl, and mine, and I love her more than oxygen.”

He rolled his eyes, but he was smiling.

⸻

Outside, the snow was crisp and untouched. Rafayel carried your babygirl on his hip while you tiptoed around squealing at every snowflake that landed on her lashes.

“I’m gonna eat her up,” you whispered, nearly in tears. “She’s too soft.”

“Mm, don’t eat her yet,” Raf said dryly. “Let her help us build a snowman first.”

And oh, how the three of you set to work. Your babygirl insisted her snowman be “small like mama!” so you helped her stack tiny snowballs while Raf built a life-sized, slightly misshapen version of himself, complete with sea-glass eyes and twigs for his messy hair.

“…Why is your snowman sexier than mine?” you pouted.

“Because mine’s me,” he smirked, brushing snow off your shoulder and leaning in for a slow kiss. “Yours is missing the smug.”

Your babygirl broke a snowball over both of your heads.

“NO KISS. Build mama snowman now!”

⸻

Later, as the snow kept falling, Rafayel had you and babygirl bundled under thick fleece blankets in the garden lounge. A staff member wheeled out a silver tray of hot cocoa topped with whipped cream and pink sprinkles (Raf’s doing, of course). You sat with your daughter nestled on your lap, holding her warm cup with both mittened hands, cheeks red from the cold and hair a mess of little curls.

Rafayel wrapped an arm around you both, his cheek resting on top of your head.

“I’m gonna paint this,” he said softly, just to you.

“This moment?”

“No. You. Holding her. Looking like you’re about to cry just because she’s cute.”

You sniffled and nodded.

“…She’s so cute, Rafayel… I don’t know what to do with myself…”

“She’s yours,” he whispered, his voice oddly tender. “Of course she’s perfect.”

𝙕𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙚 ⋆꙳•❅‧*₊⋆☃︎ ‧*❆ ₊⋆

It snowed overnight.

You gasped the moment you saw it from the estate windows, thick, slow-falling flakes covering the cliffside like a dream. White velvet draped over the terrace railings. Snow had softened every sharp edge of the sleek mansion. It looked like a fairytale.

You sprinted into the nursery.

“Baby—” you whispered like it was a secret, leaning over her crib. “It’s snowing…”

She stirred, then her big hazel-green eyes blinked open. Zayne’s eyes. She blinked slowly like her daddy. Sleepy. Calm. Confused.

Then:

“Mama’s here…”

“Always,” you said softly, scooping her up. “And mama’s putting you in the cutest outfit in the universe. Prepare yourself.”

You waddled out in your fuzzy slippers with her on your hip, screaming for Zayne.

“ZAYNIE IT’S HAPPENING.”

⸻

By the time he emerged, Zayne was in a thick black turtleneck under his dark wool coat, sleek gloves on, hair slightly messy like he’d been running his hand through it because you were being “dramatic again.”

“…It’s just snow,” he said flatly.

“It’s her first snow and I am experiencing a personal crisis because she’s too cute and fluffy, Zayne.”

You held up babygirl, now wearing a cream-white puffer coat with little angel wings stitched on the back. Furry earmuffs. Chubby cheeks peeking out. The tiniest mittens ever.

Zayne’s breath caught. He blinked. Looked away.

“…She’s warm enough?”

“She’s going to give me an aneurysm,” you whispered. “I need to bite her cheeks. Immediately.”

Your daughter reached for you, not her dad.

Zayne frowned slightly. “She always wants you…”

You grinned. “She’s a mama’s girl.”

“She looks like me.”

“She belongs to me.”

Zayne didn’t argue, just leaned down and tucked a soft scarf around your neck too. His gloved fingers brushed your jaw, gentle.

⸻

The three of you stepped out into the snow-covered garden. Babygirl immediately squealed, waddling through the snow like a little snow bear, and then tripped,

You panicked, but Zayne was already there, kneeling to scoop her up, brushing snow from her coat with quick, precise hands.

“No falling. You’ll get wet.” His voice was soft, a little scolding.

She clung to him like a koala and sniffled,

Then pointed to you.

“Mama come too.”

You were already waddling over, nearly crying again.

“She’s literally perfect.”

“She’s needy,” Zayne muttered, but you saw the faintest smile tugging at his lips.

⸻

You and Zayne helped her roll snow into chubby little balls. She kept stopping to hand you “snow cookies” and call them “for mama.” Zayne stood behind you, arms folded, quiet and warm, watching with that unreadable expression.

“Are you cold?” you asked him.

“No.”

“Are you having fun?”

“…Yes.”

He wasn’t. But he was watching you have fun. That was enough.

Until babygirl smacked him in the back with a snowball.

Zayne turned slowly.

She froze.

You gasped.

Then—

“RUN!!” you shouted, grabbing her hand and sprinting as Zayne chased after you both, finally laughing under his breath, snow catching on his lashes.

⸻

That night, he carried her in, fast asleep in his arms, still bundled in her coat. He brushed melting snow from her lashes with the gentlest touch, then looked to you and murmured,

“…You were right. About today.”

You smiled sleepily. “About the snow?”

“No,” he said softly, laying your daughter down between you in bed. “About loving her so much it hurts.”

Then he leaned in and kissed your forehead.

“Thank you. For giving her to me.”

𝙓𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙧 ⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

You woke to soft white light filling the penthouse. Everything glowed.

You stretched, snuggled under a ridiculous pile of silk sheets, only to realize,

Xavier wasn’t beside you.

But babygirl was.

Tucked under your arm, curled up like a tiny kitten. All white hair and lashes, pouty pink lips, and chubby cheeks. A perfect replica of Xavier.

And the moment you whispered,

“Baby, it snowed…”

her eyes fluttered open like a spell had been broken.

She didn’t even blink twice. Just whispered,

“Where’s mama going…?”

And clung to your nightgown like the dramatic little mama’s girl she is.

⸻

Xavier was already standing at the glass balcony doors, long pale hair loose over his shoulders, barefoot, wearing nothing but a cashmere robe like some kind of celestial prince.

Snow fell behind him in slow-motion flakes. The whole world had gone quiet.

“She’s awake,” he murmured softly, not turning around.

“She’s clingy,” you whispered back. “She won’t even let me put her down to get dressed.”

“She’s just like you,” he added, glancing at you from over his shoulder with that teasing, too-knowing smile. “…Warm little thing who always wants to be held.”

⸻

You dressed her in a powder blue snow suit with sparkly snowflake buttons and a poofy hood trimmed in fluff. She looked like a baby snow angel. A tiny star. A marshmallow.

And when you squealed and grabbed her cheeks,

“Mamaaaa,” she groaned, trying to wiggle away.

“She’s too fluffy. I can’t handle this,” you sobbed dramatically. “Xavier, I need to scream.”

He blinked once. “You are screaming.”

“I’m not screaming enough.”

He smiled faintly. Quietly delighted by the way you were so obsessed with your daughter. So helpless to your own love.

⸻

Outside on the penthouse rooftop garden, snow was falling over the sculpted white marble paths. Everything sparkled under the light.

Xavier knelt in the snow, helping babygirl gather snow into a little pile.

“She’s building a galaxy,” he said, deadpan. “I asked what the snowball was. She said, ‘a baby planet for mama.’”

You actually cried.

“She loves me so much it’s insane.”

“She’s you,” he murmured, watching as she looked back to you, chubby arms outstretched.

“Mamaaaa. Come build the planet.”

⸻

The three of you sat together, soft flurries falling all around, as babygirl stuffed her snow planet full of leaves and little sticks.

Xavier, meanwhile, was staring.

Not at her.

At you.

“You’ve got snowflakes on your lashes,” he said suddenly, tilting his head like you were some rare dream he couldn’t figure out. “You’re unreal.”

You laughed. “It’s just snow, Xavier.”

“It’s never just anything when you’re in it.”

And then he leaned in, brushed the snow from your lashes with his gloved thumb, and whispered something only for you,

“…I wish time would freeze. Like this. Just long enough to memorize it.”

𝙎𝙮𝙡𝙪𝙨 ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𓅨⋆｡°✩

The snowfall started sometime in the early hours.

But you wouldn’t know, because when you blinked awake, the estate was already warm, golden, and filled with the sound of staff tiptoeing in with trays. Hot cocoa. Fluffy coats. Tiny boots. Luxury snow gear lined up in a neat row.

Sylus leaned against the window wall, arms folded, wearing a perfectly tailored dark coat and gloves. And the first thing he said to you, like it was the most important thing in the universe?

“Snow’s good. Not slushy. Wind’s low. You’re allowed outside.”

You blinked. “…Were you testing the conditions for me?”

“For you, and the tiny tyrant that bites when you tell her to wear shoes.”

“…She gets that from you.”

⸻

You tried dressing babygirl yourself.

Sylus tried helping.

Big mistake.

“I told you she doesn’t like tight zippers, Sy—”

“She literally said ‘No! I’m a fluffy dragon’ and bit my hand.”

“She’s expressing herself!”

“She’s expressing that she’s feral!”

Still, eventually, she let you dress her. Because mama’s girl wins again.

Pale pink puff jacket. Furry boots. A ridiculous silver tiara hat (you ordered it, obviously). She looked like a bratty snow princess. Sylus looked at her once and muttered—

“…You made her a weapon.”

You shrieked. “She’s so cute I want to eat her.”

“Then she wins.”

⸻

In the private estate courtyard, you finally touched snow.

Sylus was immediately irritated.

“You’re not wearing gloves.”

“I’m fine, it’s—”

fwump, he shoved his own gloves onto your hands.

“Try again. This time without freezing your pretty fingers off.”

Babygirl meanwhile was faceplanting into snow like it was her birthright.

She made two snowballs. One she ate. The other she hurled at Sylus’s chest.

Direct hit.

Silence.

He stared at her like he’d just been assassinated.

“You’re joking,” he muttered.

She blinked up at him with huge red eyes and whispered:

“Mr. Snowman Daddy…”

Your knees buckled.

⸻

He eventually built her a snow fortress.

Not a snowman. A fortress.

It had towers. Spires. Defensive barricades.

“She’s two, Sy”

“She’s an empress,” he said flatly, brushing snow off her shoulders. “She deserves a throne.”

“She’s currently eating a button.”

“Then she needs better staff.”

⸻

Eventually, she wanted to be carried.

And of course, only you were allowed to do it.

Sylus tried once.

“Mama,” she cried, arms flailing toward you. “Dada is pointy.”

“I’m what?”

“She said what she said,” you smirked, smug as hell, tucking her into your arms.

But when she fell asleep on your chest in the snow fort, Sylus finally melted. Sat beside you quietly. Laid his coat over both of you.

“She’s going to take over the world,” he murmured.

“She’s going to take your wallet first.”

“…She already did.”

⸻

He carried both of you inside, one arm under you, the other holding her like a sleepy sack of snow fluff.

And as you dozed off again on the couch, he stood over you like a guard dog, tucking the fur blanket around you both.

“Stay warm,” he murmured, kissing your head. “I’ll kill winter itself if either of you get sick.”

𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙗 ⋆｡ ‧˚ʚ🍎ɞ˚‧｡ ⋆

You were not the first one awake.

No, Caleb was. Already up, already dressed, standing at the massive floor-to-ceiling window in your Skyhaven penthouse, arms crossed, watching the city below disappear under soft falling snow.

The air was silent.

He didn’t speak. He just turned toward the bed, where you were snuggled with your little copy-paste baby girl, both of you in satin and silk and tangled hair.

And he murmured, like a soldier reporting to duty:

“Wake up. It’s snowing.”

“HUHH?” you croaked, sitting up like a gremlin.

He was already beside the bed, scooping up your babygirl in his arms.

“She needs to see this. Now.”

Babygirl blinked once. Then again. She stared at her dad. Then flopped toward you.

“Mamaaaa,” she groaned dramatically, burying her head in your chest.

“She wants me,” you smirked.

“She looks like me,” Caleb said, completely deadpan.

“She’s a mama’s girl, and she’s mine.”

He narrowed his eyes, amused. “She’s ours.”

⸻

You spent way too long dressing her.

Caleb stood with his arms crossed, watching you fuss and coo and whimper with cuteness aggression over every little accessory you added. Puffy white coat. Ribboned boots. Fuzzy earmuffs. A silver scarf.

“She’s too small,” you whined. “I’m gonna lose my mind. Look at her little belly. She’s like a marshmallow.”

“…She’s the size of a tactical rucksack and you’ve layered her like body armor.”

“She’s my fluffy snow fairy, Caleb. Let me live.”

When you finally waddled out with her, matching in fluffy cream and gold, Caleb just stared. You caught him.

“What?”

He looked away slightly. Cleared his throat.

“You two are the prettiest things I’ve ever seen.”

⸻

He wouldn’t let either of you touch the snow at first.

“I have to check the conditions, ice layers, wind chill, temperature.”

“Caleb we’re playing.”

“You could slip. You could bruise. She could cry. I’m evaluating the terrain.”

You had to sneak behind him with your babygirl and throw a snowball right at his back.

Silence.

He turned slowly.

You and baby both screamed.

“RUN!!”

⸻

You spent the next hour squealing while Caleb, stoic colonel of the Farspace Fleet, quietly and efficiently built the most perfect snowman you’d ever seen. Clean lines. Balanced weight. He even carved the little face with a credit card.

Your babygirl? She ruined it instantly by stuffing her mittens into its face and calling it “dada.”

Caleb watched. Blinked once.

“…I’m honored,” he said flatly.

Eventually, she tripped, and her lip wobbled.

And before you could even gasp, Caleb was kneeling beside her, wiping snow from her cheeks and checking her tiny hands like she’d just returned from war.

“You’re alright. Daddy’s here,” he murmured.

She didn’t cry. She just sniffled and grabbed his neck.

Then looked over at you.

“Mama come too…”

“Of course,” you whispered, joining them.

Caleb pulled you both into his arms, snow falling around you like confetti, and kissed your forehead like it was a vow.

“Nothing,” he said quietly, “will ever touch the two of you. Not even the cold.”

⸻

Later, he carried her in first, then you. Both of you bundled, spoiled, and sleepy. He sat you both on the couch beside the fire, wrapped blankets around you like cloaks, then tucked a cup of cocoa into your hands.

“I earned this, didn’t I?” you teased sleepily.

Caleb leaned down and kissed your shoulder, lips lingering.

“I’d go through everything all over again just to see you laugh like that in the snow.”

[cheesus-doodles]

For yandere bff Rindou, has bestie met the rest of Tenjiku? We know that Izana and Kakucho met her already and she is very easily strung along with whatever requests they make of her usually. What does the rest of Tenjiku think of her? Did she just show up to one of the meetings with the red jacket Izana gave her and Rindou simultaneously wanted to cry and scream?

heya! i've seen your other asks, will get round to answering them soon as well hehe

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Hmmm the answer is yes and no. Two parts really to this question.

One, Rindo himself would never let you meet any of Tenjiku. Wouldn't be able to call himself your BFF and personal protector if he did honestly. Hell he wouldn't want to let you meet Ran, but unfortunately the two Haitanis kinda live together. As long as Ran doesn't breathe dirty at you, Rindo will "turn a blind eye", or so he likes to convince himself. Ran honestly just lets Rindo do what he wants because he finds the two of you cute together and it's a right hassle to have to beat his younger brother up. With regards to the rest of Tenjiku, even though Rindo himself might be one of the S-62 generation, but he knows what kind of absolute scum the rest are. Doesn't like Mochi, doesn't like Muto, and he especially doesn't like Shion, not when it comes to being around you.

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But then there's Izana of course, which is part two.

Izana doesn't care about the opinions of anyone except himself, even more so Tenjiku-era Izzy. And that includes the protests from your BFF Rindo when Izzy unexpectedly drops by to look for you to hang out with him - Izana only acknowledges the Haitani’s existence in the slightest because of how much you rely on and listen to your BFF. Bascially needs to keep Rindo in line to have you stick around, but Izzy isn’t scared to make his displeasure known when he thinks Rindo is stepping out of line.

Izana will most likely will end up inviting you to one of the gang meetings, not because he wants you to get involved with his gang activities, but more so because it’s convenient for him and he wants to see you now. Of course doesn’t tell Rindo, and instructs you not to tell him either, saying that he wants it to be a “surprise” for your “BFF”. You obviously eat up his words without a second thought. Rindo no doubt has gone to great lengths to hide the red jacket that Izana had given you earlier (can’t throw it because he doesn’t want to get in trouble with the notoriously short-tempered Tenjiku President), but you still somehow find it when Izzy tells you to turn up in it.

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With the exception of Kakucho obviously (clear bias that Izzy refuses to acknowledge and still thinks the two of you look cuter together than you and Rindo), he wouldn’t go out of his way to introduce you to any of the other Tenjiku members. Sees them as below him and therefore unworthy of your attention or notice. All you needed was to pay attention to him.

The other three Heavenly Kings are left clueless as to who this rando is that turned up at their gang meeting wearing a Tenjiku uniform, excitedly waving at Izana who simply pats the area next to him and then goes on with the meeting like usual. Even more surprised when it’s Rindo of all people that took a double take at your presence and almost seemed to have a heart attack - this baby boy definitely fighting back the tears the entire meeting because what the actual fuck are you doing here? And how did you find that jacket?

Izzy almost daring Rindo to say something so that he can beat him up again, but this Haitani thankfully has the two braincells left needed to know that this wasn’t the right place or time. Takes everything in Rindo not to have a complete meltdown there and then, Ran holding on to the back of Rindo's uniform just in case the younger of the two snaps and makes a hasty decision.

The rest of Tenjiku doesn’t really know what to think of you tbh. On one hand you seem awfully close to their President, which was strange in and of itself, and Izana didn’t even seem to mind, happy to be huddled up to you and wanting all of your attention on him, almost domestic. On the other hand the white-haired boy was acting even more volatile, not even thinking twice bringing his leg swinging down on anyone that he thought might catch your attention or was looking funny at you. If he wasn’t beating them up then Kakucho certainly was.

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Shion is jealous to say the least, and is already plotting on how to get you out of the picture. Muto and Mochi are definitely intrigued by your presence, though these two know better than to ask directly, rather they will take their time to poke around and ask, maybe even bribe Ran for the details with a box of his favorite pastries. The rest of the members simply opt to turn a blind eye to the whole situation - if their President doesn't see anything wrong with having a stranger, then who were they to argue?

[bones4thecats]

Hello, I would like to request an imagine with a reader Mitsuri Kanroji or Shinobi Kocho( Kimetsu no Yaiba) with the characters Scarabia, Leona and Malleus please

Having A Shinobu/Mitsuri! S/O

Type of Writing: Request Name: Having A Shinobu/Mitsuri! S/O Characters: Kalim Al-Asim, Jamil Viper, Leona Kingscholar, and Malleus Draconia Requester: @marinahavik

A/N: This is a mixture of both Shinobu and Mitsuri as the readers, with two having Shinobu and the other two having Mitsuri by what I think would fit best. Anyways, enjoy!

⚠️ TW: Manga/Mugen Train Spoilers! Slight swearing, mentions of death and self-doubt ⚠️

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Shinobu Kocho! Reader ; Basic Headcanons

☀️ Kalim, as we all know, is danger prone. You on the other hand, are far more trained and adept to your surroundings and the poisons that come near you

☀️ Your smile is something that Kalim also adores, but when he notices that whenever someone asks about your family, he begins to suspect that there is something behind your smile that you don't want the others, including him, seeing

☀️ When he does find out about your past and how your sister died, the housewarden of Scarabia tears up and hugs you tightly, reminding you of Tanjiro after your fellow hashira, Rengoku, passed away

☀️ He really wants to meet your estate's members, and when they come by to visit you, probably due to a mission nearby, he admires Uzui and Mitsuri the most

☀️ You give him a genuine smile as he tells Tanjiro and the rest of the Kamaboko Squad stories of his childhood and his homeland of Scaling Sands

What do you think of Shinobu Kocho! Reader?

" I love her so much! Her smile is so cute! But, the way she teases Jamil does seem to make him become slightly annoyed… I wonder why. "

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Mitsuri Kanroji! Reader ; Basic Headcanons

🐍 When Jamil first met you, he was alarmed by how loving and kind you were

🐍 Like, how in the name of the Great Sevens did you end up getting organized into a college for dark-magic users? You seem to fit Royal Sword Academy far more

🐍 It's not that he hates how happy-go-lucky you are, in fact he loves that part of you. You’re like the sun to his moon. But, the way you effortlessly show off yourself just for others to google at annoys him to no end

🐍 He's not mad at you, rather he's mad at the others. They know you are together, so why are they trying to ask you out in front of him?

🐍 Anyways, when you had first brought your family to Night Raven College, his parents and yours bonded well, sharing the familiarity of their oldest child being strong at a young age, though Jamil was more magic while yours was physically

🐍 Speaking of your strength; Jamil loves it to no end.

🐍 He knows that you suffer from the curse of self-doubt, as he does himself in some areas. So, whenever he sees you doubting yourself, he comforts you and speaks of how sweet and gorgeous you are, no matter the body type or what decorates your skin. After all, beauty is on the inside just as much as the outside

What do you think of Mitsuri Kanroji! Reader?

" She's quite a bit of everything mixed into the most beautiful person ever made. Their personality is astounding and just the way she effortlessly takes care of Kalim to help me out is great. Though, her appetite is quite difficult to keep up with. Thankfully she knows how to cook and bake just as well as I do. Speaking of which, she made these amazing mochi the other day- "

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Shinobu Kocho! Reader ; Basic Headcanons

🦁 He was initially annoyed by you

🦁 You just seemed to appear so arrogant because of your constant teasing remarks to him and others and your sly smile was not helping his views on you increase

🦁 But, whenever and however you to had got together, he always is latched to your back. At least when your not busy

🦁 Leona may not seem like he does, but he listens to every explanation on the poisons you are either working on to heal your fellow Demon Slayers or to learn about in order to heal them

🦁 As a beastman, Leona has very good hearing and a excellent sense of smell. So, whenever you come back and he smells the scent of another on you, he gets pissy. The same goes if he were to find a male ZENITSU clinging and asking for your hand in marriage

🦁 You love to tease him, and it’s so gosh darn easy to do so. When you see his form stiffen at your words, you just go on. But, if you were to see his tail swaying and smacking against the ground or any nearby surface as his ears lay flat, you back away and tell him you were joking

🦁 When you had decided to tell Leona about your sister and everything that you were planning, he was extremely upset at first. But, after a while, he grew to understand, making you swear to at least find a secondary option

🦁 He knew you weren't, but he hoped you at least tried for him

What do you think of Shinobu Kocho! Reader?

" They're alright, I suppose. Their teasing does get annoying, but I can't lie. They’re real good with a, uh, whatever the hell their blade was called - a nichirin. But, I do hope their plan works with another route, I can’t stand the though of losin 'em in that way… I hope that bastard upper two dies painfully though… fuck him. "

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Mitsuri Kanroji! Reader ; Basic Headcanons

🐉 He, much like other Night Raven College students, believed that you belonged at Royal Sword Academy because of your personality

🐉 But, seeing you lunge into gear and protect Silver, Sebek, Lilia, and himself from Leona's oncoming overblot-filled attacks made him look at you in a slightly different light

🐉 You were an amazing person by nature. Your kindness and adoration of all things you deemed cute (which was nearly everything), made Malleus gently smile at you for the first time

🐉 He normally lays his head in your lap as you mess around with his hair, normally taking the back pieces and braiding it to match your own, this action normally makes Sebek upset, but Malleus loves it

🐉 Along with that, seeing how strong you are makes him overjoyed with pride in his lover. After all, normally no pure human can take down a half-fae such as Sebek with as much ease as you had

🐉 Your appetite is something that Malleus also likes. As a fae, he has quite the stomach as well, so seeing you absolutely mash down the delicacy you call mochi makes stars form in Malleus' eyes while tinges of fear get struck in other Diasomnia members

🐉 Whenever he sees you doubting yourself, your dragon-fae lover comes behind you and hugs you while his tail wraps around your leg, lightly squeezing your calf and thigh in reassurance; you were perfect in his eyes

What do you think of Mitsuri Kanroji! Reader?

" They are by-far the most interesting human I have met in my elongated life. Their sense of character is admirable, just seeing their smile makes my once-lonely existence light up with a delightful mixture of joy and love. I just wish they would see themselves in just as much of a shining light as I do. "

[vrystalius]

Braiding hair.

Your and Mitsuri's morning routines are now basically in sync. How did this happen?

Pairing: Mitsuri Kanroji x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, comfort

Mitsuri absolutely loves spending her evenings and mornings with you. Not only can she spend some meanignful time with you, but you can be domestic together. Almost like she doesn't go out every morning to put herself through gruelling training just to not return for the night and instead go out to hunt demons- not that she doesn't like doing her job and helping people, she misses going home to you and instead feel a little normal. Like nothing can ever come between you.

So, Mitsuri spends every night with you like it is her last. She cooks delicious dishes for you to share, talk about everything and also nothing at the same time, complaning about little things and sharing gossip you two overheard from the other hashira, slayers and villagers. You help her unwind and unbraid every strand of hair of hers and brush through it over and over until it was finally untangled, before she returns the favour with treating you with her top-notch and top-secret array of hair products she has been collecting over the past few months.

But after eating one after another dessert and almost saying hello again to the mochi you really should've known not to eat after noticing how full you actually are, you two almost always end up in the hot tub before bed. Your girlfriend adores fussing over you and insisting that she should take care of you.

"Come here! Closer. Even closer. Closeeeer. I know a really good massage, I swear I'll be gentle! Pretty please?" Mitsuri gestures you to come closer unil you are positioned between her legs and her hands work wonders against muscles in your back you didn't even know existed, while Mitsuri rambled about that one time where she was in the onsen in the swordsmith village or something. To be honest, you weren't really paying attention, you were a litle distracted by the soft hands brushing over your skin and Mitsuri pressing up against you.

In the night, you can never fully let go of her while you two slept. Your head resting against her chest or hers on yours while your mind runs in circes about how you even managed to get a girlfriend like her. Meanwhile, Mitsur's mind is thinking the exact same thing.

How could a person like you lover her as much as she does, how you can keep up with her energy and tolerate everything about her. It's not really a secret that she is insecure about herself and about how she acts and behaves, but you never belittled her or even eyed her judgementally. Quite the opposite, really, and even thinking about it for too long and how you are seemingly her soulmate, as she is yours, fat tears gather on the edge of her eyes and you can ell that she is trying not to whimper too loudly (she is failing).

In the morning, the same events from last evening replay. Mitsuri cooks breakfast and you help her get ready to head out, meaning you busy yourself with braiding her beautiful hair into her signature braids and acsessorice it with cute pins or bows you had gifted her, while she slips into her uniform and prepares her blade for training and the day ahead.

Mitsuri never leaves without repaying you for helping her; smothering hugs and plenty of kisses all over your face before she takes a single step out of the door. She cups your cheeks and lightly squishes them together, taking some time to properly admire your face before kissing you one last time on the lips.

"I promise I'll be back later. I love you!" You can tell Mitsuri has to mentally wreste herself to finally step off your porch and head of to train or/and go out on a mission.

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Author’s note. Thank you for reading.

Counting down to my birthday (the 23rd), I’ll try to post one pride-month story drabble with probably most KNY characters to try to get back into writing— I haven’t written for Misturi in so long and to be honest, I’m a little shy about writing wlw 😭 Trying to get out of my comfort zone tho!!

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <3

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Hiii!, I actually saw ur last post (the arranged marriage with some bonten members) n I wanted to ask for a second part with the other bonten members if u could ofc! Thank u for reading my request n I hope u have a good day ! :3

Of course!!! Here are Koko, Rindou, Mochi and Kakucho!

Koko-

Hates this idea at first but completely pushes his feelings aside for the good of the gang. After all, this will mean more money for them right? They'll be even more successful? 

He's polite to you and makes sure you have everything you need but he's never around, he avoids you whenever he can. There's no love in this marriage and Koko doesn't even want to pretend there is. You're not her, the one he was supposed to marry. 

You keep doing all these little things for him though. Greeting him whenever he is home, making sure he's eaten, and you're always smiling so nicely at him. It doesn't take long for him to develop a crush.

He mentally argues with himself a lot over you. He wants you, craves you, needs you but his guilt won't go away. You're not her and maybe that's a good thing but the thought of that makes him feel so guilty. 

Sometimes he has nightmares that she's mad at him for moving on, other times he sees you in a burning building with him being unable to save you. 

There is no easy fix for the things he's been through but because of you he decides to change and realises he needs to let Akane go. It's a long process, but at least you'll have each other. 

Rindou-

Honestly thought the whole arranged marriage thing was a joke at first. Couldn't see why it would be him either, especially not with Ran right there, isn't he the one everyone picks?

Doesn't expect this to go well and it shows in the way he acts towards you. He doesn't do anything wrong exactly, he's just a bit cold. Like he's putting up a wall between the two of you. 

He's very surprised when he actually does start liking you. You're easy to talk to and fun to tease and you seem to genuinely like him. Still finds himself a bit unsure to show he likes you though, the two of you will be laughing together one minute, having a good time until he suddenly frowns and excuses himself. 

It takes a push from Ran to make Rindou tear the walls he put up down. It was just a simple comment, something Ran tried to tease him with "well if you don't want her I'd be more then happy to keep her with me". It made his blood boil, you're not Ran's wife, you're his. Comes home quickly after that where you're waiting for him, asking him what's wrong. It all spills out then, all of his feelings for you, how unsure he is and how he refuses to lose you. 

Rindou thinks nothing has ever felt better then you reassuring him after he told you everything. Vows from then on to be the best husband he can for you and does a great job at it (Ran of course takes credit for all of this). 

Mochi-

The first thing he ever says to you in private is an apology. He knows you probably didn't want this, that you must've had dreams of marrying someone precious to you. So he decides to give you the best life possible.

Get's a bit confused about how nice and loving you are towards him, tells you that you don't need to pretend, he doesn't expect you to love him anyway. 

Works a lot of extra hours to let you be alone more often. He figures you'd prefer more time with the house to yourself but you keep calling and texting him. Telling him about your day, checking up on him, even sending him cute pictures and videos you find online. Your actions don't match his assumptions.

One day he just sits down with you and asks you exactly what you want from him and this marriage. He's very surprised to hear that you care for him and want to be a proper husband and wife. 

Mochi had never actually considered his feelings towards you but could definitely see himself happily being with a girl like you. So he let's you love him and let's himself fall for you too. 

Kakucho- 

The perfect gentleman, he's nothing but kind and caring towards you, always putting you first and taking your feelings into consideration. Sure he was surprised by the whole arranged marriage thing at first but he's determined to make sure you have a good marriage. 

He gets home from work, always answers that his day was fine then focuses on you and how you're feeling/ doing. He never tells you anything about his work or how he is. 

Sometimes you can tell he's tired or that it's been a tough day from the look in his eyes. But he never "bothers" you with that stuff. 

Marriage isn't a partnership for Kakucho, you're someone he cares about, someone he needs to take care of, protect. 

"Hey you can tell me yknow, you can let me in and lean on me sometimes too" It takes you being honest with Kakucho and telling him to open up to you, to treat this marriage as a partnership for things to change.

Kakucho's so used of being the one taking care of others, of keeping everything bottled up that you genuinely catch him off guard. He never even imagined this type of thing would bother you, that you would want to take on some of his burdens. But of course he promised to give you everything you wanted so he let's you. It's the start of how you two really started your partnership. 

[lightlycareless]

I have a fluffy idea for you! What if Naoya and Y/N had gotten in a fight/argument that’s left them upset with each other but maybe it happened in front of the kids or they eavesdropped. And maybe they’ve never seen them this upset with each other so the kids worry that they might get divorced(after that one fic about death you posted, I wouldn’t be surprised if Naoaki got this in their heads too or maybe that’s too far for him even) so the kids make a plan to make Naoya and Y/N make up

Helloooooo!!

Aww this was really cute to read 🥺 as twisted as that might sound since I never enjoyed the idea of the kids seeing their parents upset lol. Still, didn't stop me from writing a lil something I hope y'all enjoy!!

Also, because of fluff, we have to remove Naoaki of the formula but believe me it would NOT be below him to tell them ugly things about their parents 😡 he'd probably go on saying things like "Oh, no... they're going to divorce now!!) .I.

btw... I am unsure of what fic you mean but I'll tag this one just to be sure 🙈 I'm sorry.

Anyways, here are the warnings: none. fluff. you and naoya are married and have 4 kids hahahahahahahhahaha a tiny bit of angst, there was an argument after all.

Happy reading!

Arguments between the two most of the time, if not always, consist with you not agreeing to something Naoya’s family demands, and his subsequent inaction to do something about it.

You try to be understanding of his situation, it sucks to be the child of a family that is always looking for their personal benefit, careless how it affects others… but just how much are you be able to excuse before it becomes too much? Before it begins to affect your family?

How much are you willing to tolerate… in the name of the love you have for Naoya?

There were limits to your patience, and once the little things began to bundle up, you snapped.

“Fine! If that’s how it’s going to be, then… then I guess I—I don’t have anything to do here!” you cry, tears in the corner of your eyes as you swiftly turned around and exited the room, leaving behind a frustrated Naoya, too angered to do anything else but stare at your distancing figure, as well as the disheartened children who had unfortunately caught wind of their argument.

The two always made sure to keep discussions out of their earshot, your problems shouldn’t become their burden… however, maybe because it was a heat of a moment kind of thing that led to this oversight, or perhaps you were too loud, they now went through the misfortune of seeing this.

Their father soon attempted to ease their worries.

“It was just an argument; your mama and I had these before.” Naoya explains. “We’ll be fine.”

“I never seen mom this angry before.” Naomi adds.

“Or angry at all…” Naori adds. “With you, I mean.”

Naoya sighs. Well, he didn’t know whether to be impressed by your diligence or upset that it crumbled today.

“Do you hate mama now?” Naoko dared ask, and Naoya’s eyes snap wide open.

“What? No. I don’t hate her. We just had a disagreement!”

But your consistent ignorance of the bouquet of roses and boxes of mochi he got you right after cooling down, hoping to strike a peace treaty and leave all this behind, started to indicate otherwise.

Your interactions, or lack of, grew more and more prominent…

Yet, it wasn’t until your refusal to sleep in the same bed as him (as if having your meals separately weren’t enough) was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

And ultimately, the ones hurting the most were your children.

Whom at the unfamiliarity of their parent’s differences, decided to make finding a solution their utmost priority, be the ones in charge of saving their family which at a larger scale was like saving the world. For them, at least.

“We have to help them.” Naoko suggested to the council, as Naori named it so. “Before it gets too late!”

“It must’ve been pretty serious if mama isn’t talking to papa anymore…” Naoyuki added. “Does she hate her now?”

“No.” Naomi firmly assessed. Because it’s not the first time she’s questioned this herself, nor the first time she sees them not getting along (which may or may not influenced her perception about her father…)

But it is the first time she’d ever seen her mother so upset. Enough for you to deny it when confronted about it, and you’ve always been transparent when it comes to emotions and how sometimes not everything goes as expected!!

To make matters worse, her aunties aren’t any better, as if sworn absolute secrecy and loyalty towards you, your staff had made it their life mission to avoid all her questions, even going as far as acting like it was all in her imagination.

“Your mom is just busy, that’s all! You know how the life is here at the estate… always chaotic.” Mariya shrugs her worries away.

If Naomi had been 5 years old, maybe she would’ve believed her.

However, her options were far from running out, and when one proved to be inadequate, she simply went onto the next, to the only other person she knew she could trust with her life—your side of the family, her grandfather.

The overbearing grandpa who was always ready to jump into action if need be, yet careful enough to not disclose too much and eventually cause more harm than good. Naomi could see it in her parents’ exhaustion that, as much as they enjoyed his company, he was… quite something.

“Naomi-nee… what if our parents divorce?” Naori dared wonder in the dead of night, in her room after everyone went to sleep. As the eldest, Naomi was the voice of reason amongst all the siblings, but she was always closer to her immediate younger brother—she doesn’t recall ever being so excited to be an older sister than the time she was to become one for the first time. “I… I don’t want them to separate.”

“They won’t, Naori.”

“But I’ve never seen them so upset… do you think mama hates papa now?”

Never. Of course not. You wouldn’t put up with someone as peculiar as her father if you didn’t.

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And her father wouldn’t try his hardest to make you happy if he didn’t love you either.

A meeting with her grandfather was long overdue.

“Oh, Naomi… how long have they been like this?” Eiichi laments, imagining how distraught his grandchildren must be because of this situation. But of course, never leaving you out of his mind, equally worried about the mental state you must be in to have done such a thing.

Extending over to Naoya as well, the young man whom he once thought as the worst option for a husband for his lovely daughter—but now, a marriage and 4 children later, that is no longer the case. Naoya has proven to be a good man, someone he could trust with taking care of one of his most precious, and the recipient of his concerns as well.

“For a week now… and it doesn’t seem like it’s getting any better.” Naomi responds. “I need your help, jiji. I want them to make up already before they decide… maybe to—”

“They won’t do anything harsh.” Eiichi reassures her. He knows his daughter; he knows his in-law. They’d rather go through the nine circles of hell than live without the other.

Still, this is a problem that undoubtedly needs attention, for bottled issues lead to even bigger problems in the future, and as a widowed man, the last thing he wants is seeing his daughter live with regret towards her husband.

“Then what do I do?” Naomi asks.

“It’s not really your responsibility to do so, Naomi. But, if you must…”

Remembering the special moments of this relationship is a nice way to start, like what made you decide you wanted to spend the rest of your life with Naoya.

So, after extensive consideration and careful planification, Naomi and the rest of her siblings decide to pester their parents into going to the fair that’s set up this time of year in the city, with all the games and food anyone could enjoy to their hearts delight—the perfect escape from the mundane, repetitive everyday life of the estate.

You were initially against it, and not because you didn’t want to take them (going to the fair sounded delightful) but rather because they insisted so much on bringing Naoya along, which you had yet to make amends with him, and the last thing you wanted was to make things uncomfortable.

But you knew better than to resist your children, and so, you’ve saved the date for Saturday.

“Come on mama, we’re going to be late!” Naoyuki gasped, tugging at your sleeve with such unparalleled enthusiasm you couldn’t help but smile. “We have to get there before it gets too crowded!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” you chuckle, letting your youngest guide you towards the exit, where a car was already on standby by the servants. Naoya had gotten a bigger car to accommodate his quickly growing family not so long ago, though unfortunately it’s not used as frequently as you would’ve liked—mainly because you weren’t comfortable driving such a big car, not without Naoya anyways... and because it’s rare that all of you go out together.

Between Naomi’s school life, your growing responsibilities the older Naobito becomes, and Naoya’s availability… yeah. What a waste.

“I hope you brought a sweater, honey. It’s going to be quite cold out there.”

“I did, mama.” He says. “I always do, Naoko doesn’t though…”

“That’s not true!” She cries back. “You’re the one that doesn’t bring one, I always have to share mine!”

“There’s no need to fight over that. dumpling” You smile. “I just need to make sure the two brought something warm to wear later on.”

“I checked if they brought something too.” Naomi adds. “So don’t worry about that, they did.”

“Thank you, pumpkin.” You say. “But it’s your siblings’ responsibility to do that… right?”

The kids nod, Naomi shrugs.

“…what about you, my love? Have you brought something warm?” Naoya suddenly asks, seizing this moment to hopefully get an interaction from you; but you simply dismiss him with a curt hum, followed by a low yes before returning to your children and helping them onto the car.

Your husband pressed his lips together in disappointment before and getting to the driver’s seat, a sight that the children could only take in with great sadness and worry, doubting if their nee-san’s plan even had a purpose.

“It’s too early for that.” Naomi comforts them. “But trust me, it’ll work.”

… she just hopes she isn’t wrong.

“What is the plan?” you murmured, trying to not get overwhelmed by the vast amount of food, games, and all in between to be found from one corner to the other. Wherever you looked, there was not a single spot that wasn’t set up to offer a good time or at least get money out of your pocket.

Well, at least your children will be thoroughly entertained, though they had another goal in mind:

«Remember, we have to make it as casual as possible. Not make anything that might look suspicious!!»

With Naomi’s cautionary words in mind, the children made haste for their attempt of stealthiness, comparable to their father when out working with curses and such—they had it in their blood after all, all they set their mind to is easily achievable.

“Let’s go here first, mama!” Naoko pointed to a nearby stand, a game that consisted of gathering points by throwing hoops. The little girl did her best to score the highest, but in the end, she barely got one.

Luckily, she was not too distraught by that fact, for she knew there was a solution to it. Or perhaps it was all part of her plan?

“Mama, tell papa to win me a prize!” she quickly demands, tugging at your yukata and pulling you towards her dad. “Pleaseeeee?”

“Ah, well, pudding, I’m sure you could tell him—”

“He can win something for mom too, you know?” Naomi suggested, and through the corner of her eye she swears seeing her father get excited at the notion, the briefest opportunity to talk to his wife and make her happy through a silly plushie…

Only to dim the light in his eye when you shake your head, saying:

“No, it’s ok. it’s not necessary, I’m fine just watching.”

Naomi sighs. She didn’t like the idea of taking a harsher approach but your attitude and her dad’s unwillingness to step up too has her reconsidering.

She didn’t want to employ this so soon, but if she must…

“I want to go on the Ferris wheel.” Naomi suddenly declares.

“Don’t you want to try out some of the games first?” You ask, somehow a bit… unsettled by her request. The reason? Only you will know.

“No, right now is perfect; if we wait a little longer there’ll be a long queue.” She explains. “And I don’t want to wait.”

“Makes sense… sure; let’s go. Anyone else wants to go?” you look at your children, they all nod.

“I think all of us.” Naomi responded. “But I’m not sure if we all fit in the same pod...”

“I’m sure we can arrange something so none of the kids are alone, how about I go with Naoyuki and Naoko, and your papa goes with Naomi and Naori?”

“But I want to go with you, mom.” Naori whines.

“Yeah, me too.” Naomi adds. “No offense, dad.”

“I’ll sit this one out, then.” Naoya responds.

“Ah, no, that’s not fair either.” Naomi frowns—she’s not about to let her father ruin this too! “We all go, or no one does.”

Naoya raises an eyebrow; since when did his little girl become so bold? Ah, he sure misses the days where she’d happily go along with whatever her parents said… but at the same time, he was glad to see the sturdy young woman, that will not take any garbage thrown at her, she had become.

“Fine, I’ll go.” Naoya says, and the family heads over to the ride, but not without him gesturing the kids to go in front of them of course, which Naomi did not agree with, not if her plan was to unfold appropriately… thankfully, she had her sibling’s loyalty to rely on, which she did not hesitate to exploit.

“Kids…” You warned, trying to take hold of one of your children but they only seemed to do what you told them not to even more! Just as… well, not really. They were always obedient. What’s gotten into them? “I need you to stand before me, please. Or we won’t go.”

“Don’t worry mom, I got it.” Naomi reassures, making you sigh. Always the reliable one, you’re glad that your daughter is someone you can trust when support is needed, though you’re not happy at the fact she seemed to have more authority than you over her siblings. Ah, but if you only knew what she was planning. “You and dad go on; I’ll get my siblings to join soon.”

Wholeheartedly expecting to see just that: your kids waiting for you to get ready before helping them up—

But the moment you and Naoya were inside, the door was firmly shut, and the ride set in motion! The employee simply doing what he was bribed into after getting a taste of the Zen’in fortune by your eldest, ensuing an exasperated, rightfully furious set of parents that quickly demanded the door to be open, less he wished to suffer the consequences.

“Hey, I’m talking to you, bastard!” Naoya fumed, still debating whether to use his technique to break free, and bring along even more severe problems, such as endangering you and everyone around… or not. He chose not to. “Open this door, now!”

“Naoya—the kids, they’re—” you fret, all kinds of horrible scenarios crossing through your mind as you glanced out the window and down to them: anticipating finding them equally distraught by this occurrence, tears soaking their cheeks as they cried to be reunited with their parents—

Only to be shocked at their reactions, not only different to what you expected, but the vast opposite!

Naomi, Naori, Naoko, and Naoyuki bearing bright smiles on their faces while waving goodbye to you and Naoya, in such optimistic matter that you could only assume was intentional.

You didn’t know whether to be elated they were far away from any immediate danger or be angry to have pulled something like this!

“Have fun!!” Naomi cheers when the two start going up.

But when you were still debating, Naoya had long set his mind.

“I’m giving all of them a piece of my mind once we get down.” Naoya warned, no one was to escape a much-deserved reprimand; though a bit harsher on the employee than with his own kids.

Until then, however. the two were forced to remain in this situation that grew quickly familiar the higher you went, culminating at the very top where each pod would have a few seconds to rejoice the view of the city at night.

The exact same situation Naoya and you found themselves many years ago, when you first—

“Are you cold?” Naoya suddenly asks, and you blink out of your thoughts, completely unprepared for his approach.

But who are you trying to fool? Naoya has been nothing but insistent when it came to reaching out to you; if anything, it should’ve been obvious he’d do so again. Perhaps your reaction stemmed more from the fact he still tried.

Even after all your rejections, he still tries.

Will this occasion be any different?

“No, I’m… fine.” You murmur, it was impossible considering all the layers underneath your kimono. “You?”

“I’m good.” He responds. Though the conversation runs ironically cold, with the two continuing to mindlessly look anywhere else but at each other.

While fidgeting at the edges of your sleeve, you try to push away the thought of that wonderful moment out of your mind. You’re probably the only one that’s thinking about it, and it would be in bad taste to bring it up after all you’ve done.

Unless he were to do it.

“This is where we shared our first kiss, wasn’t it?” Naoya notes, still gazing out the horizon. “Under the guise of wanting to enjoy the fair, you took me to the Ferris wheel and kissed me.

…

…

…

I didn’t expect you to do it, you know? I genuinely believed were just hanging out, that you only wanted to show your gratitude after I helped you out with school and some missions—the fair seemed to be the right place for it.”

You swallow, followed by a few seconds of silence that made Naoya believe you weren’t to respond, as usual, until you did.

“…That was my intention.” You slowly explain. “At least until we got here.”

“What made you change your mind?” he wonders, taken aback by this sudden, new side of the story he fondly guarded in his heart.

“I… I guess I just got overwhelmed by everything. How beautiful the city looked at night, the two of us alone, up here… and the sentiments I’ve begun to have for you after all you’ve done for me.” You confess. “I don’t know how else to explain it. I guess my heart simply… needed to do it.”

“Don’t be coy, now. You just couldn’t resist me, could you?” Naoya teases, looking at you. You blush.

“No. I guess I couldn’t.” you murmur, glancing back at him. Flustered, but mostly out of shame. Pressing your trembling lips together, you once again do what your heart demands you to.

“… I’m sorry, Naoya—for… for the horrible way I’ve been acting.” You sniveled, Naoya’s eyes widened.

“Y/N…”  He leans closer, hoping to be near enough to comfort you once the tears in your eyes threaten to fall. “I tried approaching you, make things up, but… you just kept rejecting me. Why?”

“Because I…I was ashamed.” You confess, he blinks. “I treated you horribly, spoke ill behind your back, Naoya—and the—the longer it went on, the more I felt terrible about myself. I simply couldn’t approach you. How—how could I ever look at you again after all that?”

Naoya won’t deny that your admission hurt him deeply. To hear you openly question why you even married him is a strike that reopened many of his old wounds.

But being here again, in the same exact moment that made you fall in love even more with Naoya, that you couldn’t help but pour your heart out of fear of him not feeling the same way for you anymore after all the times you’ve rejected him.

Or worse, that he had already moved on to someone else, the mere thought enough to make you delirious with sadness—

You never wanted anyone else so much in your life as you do now for him.

So how did you even dare question your relationship with him?

Had he been dreadful as a partner? Given you any indications of a poor parentage towards your kids?

No. Of course not. Never.

Naoya was, and is, the love of your life. The man of your dreams and the only person you wished to spend the rest of your days with. You will never look for anyone else if it’s not him.

It’s just that sometimes… the two might say things neither truly mean. You’re both human, after all. Emotional beings so heavily intertwined with one another; it made every little interaction far more intense.

Like your love.

“I didn’t know how to—how to make amends. I shouldn’t have said what I did but… I just… I didn’t know how to make it stop.” You continue. “So, I just foolishly kept on acting like that…hoping it would just stop.”

“You know, a simple smile from you would’ve been enough for me to forget everything.”

“This is serious, Naoya.” You refute. “I acted like a child—how could you…”

“I know, I know.” He chuckles. “But I’m not angry, not anymore that is. I’m just happy that my wife is talking to me again.”

Your lip trembles, gasping at the way his words made you feel.

“I never stopped loving you.” Naoya murmurs, leaning closer to you, up to the point where his face was simply mere inches away from you. “Nor did I ever feel anything else that wasn’t complete adoration for you during these days we were apart.”

“Even when we stopped sleeping in the same bed? Or eating at the same table?” you wonder. “Not even then did your love dwindle?”

“Well, I might’ve felt a bit resentful that I didn’t have my warm adorable mochi to cuddle with.” he says, carefully placing his arm around your waist and pulling you even closer to him. “Or my wife to talk to after a long day of work… but as I said, those things fail to matter in time when all I wanted was to see you happy again.”

“I wouldn’t have married you if I didn’t know you’d be a good partner and father.” You murmur. “How… how can I make it up to you?”

“I know a way you can do just that.” He teases, you blush. “But I’ll settle for something better.”

“What?”

“How about a kiss? For old times’ sake.” He suggests with a sly smirk. “Since it’s been so long, it might as well be just like the first time.”

Your eyes widen before giggling.

“What?”

“Nothing, I guess I’m glad to see you’re just as silly as ever.”

And without anything else to say, you finally close the distance between the two by softly pressing your lips onto his, just like you did all those years ago.

But instead of pouring out your newfound love, which still lives, through the form of 4 lovely children, you give him a bittersweet kiss that signified your regret, and your desire to move past this situation, to return to your husband’s arms every night and bask in his adoration.

Which he was more than glad to commit, given the way he placed his hand over your head and pulled you even closer—almost as if he were afraid of losing you the moment this kiss ended, unwilling to do so again.

Yet deep within his heart, he knew that after today, it won’t happen. Never, in fact.

“You’re sweet as ever, too.” Naoya murmurs once freeing your lips of his relentless grasp, cupping your face soon after and wiping your tears. “My spoiled princess.”

“I’m not…” you sigh, succumbing to his words. You might as well give him this small victory after all you made him go through. “Fine.”

“There she is, my bratty mochi.” He continues to tease you, pressing your cheeks together into a pout and pecking your lips once again. “My beautiful, darling mochi.”

“You’re lucky that your handsome.” You tease back, Naoya laughs.

“Really so?” he says. “I believe my true charm comes beyond my good looks.”

“It does.” You reassure him, giving him one last kiss as the ride begins to descend. “It’s always been more than that.”

Waiting by the sideline, your children anxiously glued their eyes to your pod in anticipation of results. Of the reassurance that their plans had ultimately worked and their parents returned to their usual, loving ways… if not, prepare themselves for a stage in their lives they all knew would loathe, impossible to recuperate from as they see their family crumble.

Thankfully, the sight of you smiling, a bright streak of red across your face as you allowed your husband to help you down the ride quickly struck those awful thoughts out of their mind, rushing to their parents side as they demanded one last vocal confirmation of your forgiveness, just to be sure.

Their bright, big teary eyes inspire you to kneel to their level, taking them into your arms, before doing so.

“I think we owe you an apology for involving you in our issues, and for the way I’ve been behaving. It was never your responsibility to look after us… but you still did, all of you. Thank you.” You say, looking over to Naomi whom you had no doubt was the leader of the whole thing. Her sudden interest in visiting her grandfather suddenly made sense—still, you were proud of the fact that she knew how and where to act. Oh, she’s not a baby anymore, is she? “We couldn’t have asked for better children.”

“Does it mean you still love each other?” Naoyuki asked.

“You won’t get divorced… right?” Naoko adds, Naoya scowls.

“Never. Who even mentioned anything about a divorce?” It was such an awful word to him, he would completely barren it from their vocabulary if possible. But he can’t, so instead, he’ll reassure them that it would never happen—as many times as they need. “Your mama and I love each other very much; it’ll take a whole lot for her to get rid of me.”

You chuckle.

“Really?” Naori’s eyes brighten, diving deeper into your embrace. “I’m so happy!”

“Does this mean we’ll finally enjoy the fair as a family, like we should’ve?” Naomi asks, your grin widens.

“Yeah. We will—but only if your papa goes on the rollercoaster with me! Do you know that he’s quite afraid of them? I had to bride him a few times before just to get him to ride with me!”

“That’s not true, not at all!” Naoya gasps. “You’re the one screaming all the time…”

“Of excitement! Not fear.” You jest back. “Come on now, don’t tell me you’re still scared?”

The children laugh, Naoya quickly grows red as a tomato.

While Naomi, contrary to the usual embarrassment she would’ve gotten at these very humiliating displays, doing her best to cower from the public view, smiles. Glad to see that her parents were back on their obnoxious nature—

Their overburdening, quite uncomfortable, yet ultimately endearing behavior Naomi wouldn’t want to change for anything in the world.

She’ll have plenty of other occasions to cringe at her parents, for now, she just wants to be happy.

Like she once was when nothing short of a child.

Naomi to the rescue 👉👈 as the oldest, she feels burdened to keep her family together. I don't like that, because it shows some degree of carelessness in Y/N and Naoya, but she's driven by her caring nature to do what she must to protect her loved ones—if you didn't want those traits on her then maybe you shouldn't have married a stubborn man like Naoya lol.

I don't have anything else to say except that I'm going to write that first kiss :) It's like one of the many variations of it lol. Of course, in the high school au. I already have it set up, it's just a matter of getting down to actually write it 🙈

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed reading this!! I do love it when I get asks with fluff + the kids 🥹❤️❤️❤️ Thank you so much.

Now, take care and hope to see you soon!

p.s. naomi feeling like a child at that one last sentence makes me all warm inside 🥺😭 it's like she's my firstborn lmao. maybe she is.

[kedsandtubesocks]

cw: children, light gendered language, angst (I’m sorry)

“Mama, look.” A little tug at your coat sleeve has you turning to the direction of your daughter.

“Papa!” She announces bright and warm, her little finger firmly pointing at something.

Following her line of sight where she’s directed you, a bundle of hydrangeas sit among the flower shop’s blooms.

“That isn’t your papa, silly goose.” You playfully poke her nose, a very Gojo trait you’ve unfortunately picked up. Stubbornly she waves your arm away.

“I know that.” Your little girl huffs rolling her eyes with all the personality of a five year old who feels like she’s wise beyond her age, so much like her father.

“But white and blue, those are papa’s colors!” Her voice sings happily, and her words pierce through you.

The soft petals, blooming with the edges of a baby blue and soft cream white, are in fact a perfected blend of him. You’re grateful they’re still blooming even now.

“Good eye, little lady. I’m sure papa will love these.” You beam at your daughter. Her eyes, those gemstone blue eyes, just like her fathers, glimmer excited like a warm summer sky.

She carries the way too large bundle in her small arms, stubbornly refusing to let you take them from her, another stubborn Gojo trait. Once the flowers are secured, of course you stop by Satoru’s favorite ice cream spot. Even in the cold you know this is what he wants.

“Papa! We’re home!” Your daughter announces grand and loud bursting into the apartment. She’s completely forgotten about the flowers, instead happily scurrying off to find Satoru.

The closer you approach you catch her voice rattling off, rambling about the pretty bird she saw today, about the cute new coat she wore today because it’s his birthday.

“And we got you ice cream too, your favorite! I promise I won’t let mama eat it all.” She giggles.

“Don’t forget the flowers.” You remind her of stepping into the room. Compared to the rest of your home, Satoru’s old office room today is unusually warm, twinkling with a light from the window.

“Oh yeah! The flowers!” Your little girl says bright, clutching onto the framed photo of Satoru, the one she without hesitation grabs off the altar here so often.

The Gojo clan would scream in horror at how little disregard she had for any ceremony and tradition. But Satoru, your Satoru, you know is snickering, proud and jubilant, that she doesn’t care…just wants to be as close to him as possible. You both do.

Maybe next year you’ll finally take her to the gravesite…

You place the hydrangeas among the other flowers that have been sent to you in honor of today.

A thick emotion swells in your throat. Tears prickle in your eyes. Suddenly, your daughter effortlessly crawls onto your lap as she eats some of the mochi snacks she had left for Satoru earlier this week.

“Mama, do you miss papa?” She asks curious, no hint of malice. You draw her into your arms closer.

Everyday - you want to tell her you miss him everyday. So much sometimes you think you’re missing a piece of your heart and it hurts to breathe.

“I do, but then I see you and remember papa wouldn't want me to be sad. Especially for you.” You tell her.

“And besides, you might not fully understand yet, but papa is always with us. Just like in the flowers you noticed.” You nudge towards the blossoms.

“Yeah!” Your daughter eagerly turns to you while she still tries clumsily holding onto his photo. “Like sometimes I think I see him! Like when you cook or when I play with ‘Gumi!”

You nod fighting back the tear and instead smile down at her. You can cry later. Right now it’s a birthday party.

“There’s no crying at my birthday, baby!” You can almost hear him saying in that annoying sing song voice of his.

Happy Birthday Satoru, we love you…your heart whispers.

You swear the faintest warmth comes around you, as if arms have wrapped you in their embrace.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Is it okay to ask for SaneMitsu fluff? Specifically Mitsuri making ohagi for Nemi?

YES?? YESYESYES ‼️ (guys i love rarepair asks please they make me so unreasonably happy) /nyways im happy to serve<3

Mitsuri found out about Sanemi’s liking towards ohagi through Shinobu, who found out through Giyuu, who found out through Tanjiro who knew because of the constant aroma of the mochi around the Wind Hashira. The moment the news reached her, she was scouring her kitchen for the right ingredients. After making a quick trip to the store for some red bean paste, she set to work making it. A few hours later, she was on her way to the Wind Estate, directed by her crow. She hadn’t bothered cleaning herself up much—mostly because it had left her mind once the excitement of delivering Sanemi mochi had overcome her thoughts—and the embarrassment of it sunk in as she reached the house. Of course, she could always go back and change, but what of the mochi? What if she ended up dropping it or something on the way back?

Besides, she was sure Sanemi wouldn’t mind. She wasn’t sure if he really cared about her appearance.

As she raised a hand to knock on the door, it opened itself. Startled, Mitsuri squeaked, taking a step back. Sanemi stood there, looking equally confused.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

She flushed, suddenly feeling quite foolish. She hadn’t given any prior notice and she was here with some food whilst covered in who knows what. It took her a moment to compose herself, swearing the temperature was rising by the moment.

“Uhm. Uhm, Shinazugawa-san, hello! Hi!” She laughed nervously, repeating herself as she stumbled clumsily through her greetings. “Hi, Shinazugawa-san! Nice to see you!”

“You came here.” He peered at her. “Were you having a food fight or something?”

That only worked to make her face burn and she desperately held up the ohagi in an attempt to spare herself. It was wrapped neatly in what she had thought was cute earlier but now felt stupid. “I brought you ohagi,” she mumbled.

“How did-“ Sanemi paused, an expression of irritation sweeping over him. “God, it was Kamado, wasn’t it? Or Tomioka?”

Mitsuri shook her head. “Shinobu-san, actually. But they did contribute…!”

“Mm.” Sanemi snatched the ohagi, looking at it suspiciously. “Is this homemade or something? Is that what you were doing?”

She nodded. “I wanted to make you some ohagi… I also like mochi, you know? And I thought maybe— Well, if you wanted it… If we could eat together one day? I dunno, well, I- I just wanted to make you some! Because…” She trailed off, fidgeting with one of her braids. His lack of reaction was making her nervous.

“Right.” He opened it quickly, balancing it on his hand almost delicately. He took one tentatively, biting into it. Mitsuri waited and watched, tempted to ask if he liked it but not wanting to sound rude or impatient. After a moment, he took a few more bites from it before popping the rest into his mouth and retying the cloth.

“Ehm…” Mitsuri bit her lip, gazing at him expectantly.

He ignored that, motioning for her to move aside so he could walk past. She frowned sullenly when he just continued down the path retreating from his house. But before she could be any further sad about it—though something like wilting disappointment tried tugging tears from her eyes—Sanemi turned and waved the wrapped ohagi in the air.

“I’m not up for eating together but you’re welcome to make me more,” he called out. Then he turned the corner and was out of her view. Even so, she heard him add, “and I’ll eat the rest later!” and then he was gone.

Mitsuri stared after him for a long moment before barely contained exuberant squeals threatened to convulse her and she wiggled about in her silent excitement, unaware of her crow giving her a concerned look as she all but skipped back home. She swore that her heart was beating fast enough to result in a Demon Slayer Mark by itself, cheeks a simmering red in the best ways possible.

not so much of her making it but here i hope you like it :3 (i think this is my first time writing sanemitsu LMFAO 🙏 i love them so much sughfjkd)

[nixtwix]

Oc revamp...again

y'know what I'd on't think imma have a cohesive design for this character yet so imma just post her recent concepts and whichever y'all like, cool I might go with it who knows. mighty make a proper version of the classic sketch I was going for.

oh yeah, and this sketch of her in a dress I made during the angle mission in sonic speed simulator.

now for about her: nix is relatively the same, tired, cautious toward travelers and towns folk, has healing powers along with speed and stealth.

now for the small additions: after the scar from forces, nix is blind in her left eye she barely see's anything through it. so unlike her classic Varient, she can't really tree jump or speed throught the forest, as well as she used to. and relies heavily on her hearing abilities, her right eye, and he memory of the forest. she not only has a strength in blow darts but also in potion making and thanks to tails, tinkering. she uses spare parts from defeated badniks,or abandoned bases to make prosthetic legs, or if a critter is terribly wounded, they use the badnik husk to maneuver and in a way survive, kind of like an iron man suite or wheelchair. of course she has to check it in with tails to make sure it doesn't get overwritten by eggman, and she has to repaint them fully so no one accidentally breaks the badnik husk being controlled by the animal. her speed: like before, she can catch up with sonic, however due to her eye and being stuck somewhat prisoner during forces, she's very out of tune with her own body, and is more likely to trip and fall. also she has problems spin dashing and curling into a ball to attack, feeling more dizzy as she does it, so sticks to attacking from afar, or using her Environment's to an advantage especially in high up places (thanks to Ray teaching her that little trick so that she can't just blow darts while hidden, she can maneuver if she needs to.) she can slightly heal just fine though, and thanks to her jade wisp friend, she's able to go through walls to get to patients faster if there's an emergency. her Chao: Ghost Chao: White and purple, name: Binx. Personality: skittish,shy, startled easily. but wants to help where they can. likes: nix,nature,mysteries, helping Dislikes: light, unknown travelers, loud noises. abilities: to posses badniks/scramble technology, bioluminescence. (the ball on its head lights like a candle, so any light that isn't his own scares him.) Mochi chao: a white,pink and green Chao with a yellow floating ball. she's a bit older, leaning towards hero, and keeps things in line, while learning to bake. (which causes a lot of messes in the cafe) she's sweet, playful, but determined. Snips: a dark omochao. found while nix was rummaging through a crashed egg fleet for parts when she found it, thinking if binx could posses it. however it overrode systems. kicking binx out, and caused a giant ruckus, to were nix has to put a pumpkin on its head to calm it down. its the most hostile of the Chao, but very protective, biting any foreigners, scaring critters away, and sometimes teasing binx. as for the design from A-2 thats probably going to be when she's older, or she wears it on a different time, while A-4 might be closer to her riders design. so yeah :) (also with the SSS event, I found it awesome how the whole map of autumn forest was exactly how I imagined it. and the way the waterfalls were designed just of my goodness. and the camp was so cute! playing it kinda helped flesh out how nix would be if a situation like a badnik ambush arose and I just...it was awesome, I wish I could complete it it was so fun.)

Hold on I forgot her first concept

I cried formatting it like the sonic origins character references {Edit} TRIED, TRIED! I TRIED Formatting it like the Sonic origins character references you get in the art book! My brother lent the book to me so I could learn to draw sonic I swear there was no crying sobbing or tears involved. the only thing close to that was getting irritated because I couldn't draw her spines right or keep them symmetrical when I added ink to the reference.

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paper hearts and answer sheets (2)

Dinner was a blur of noisy chopsticks, sauce stains, and Hoseok singing dramatically about soy garlic flavor as if it were his long-lost love. Soyeon had dragged a dining chair into the middle of the living room, propped her grading stack on a throw pillow like it was a VIP guest, and was casually judging teenagers while shoveling kimchi stew into her mouth.

Jiwon, sitting cross-legged on the floor next to Jungkook, was no longer on edge. Every few minutes, Soyeon would flip a paper, go silent, then deliver a quote that had the entire room in tears.

“Okay, next masterpiece,” Soyeon declared, licking stew from her chopsticks. “‘The moon is made of cheese because that’s what the astronauts took a bite of when they landed. That’s why Neil Armstrong was smiling.’”

Taehyung choked on his water. “Stop. STOP.”

“No, no—listen to this essay title: ‘Why World War II Was Probably a Group Project.’ I haven’t even read it yet, but I already want to give this kid a scholarship.”

“Can you please let me be a guest lecturer in your class?” Jin begged. “I want to see this comedy live.”

“You can, but you’ll need hazard pay,” Soyeon said. “One of them turned in a blank sheet and wrote at the bottom: ‘Mentally I was present.’”

Namjoon lost it.

Jiwon laughed so hard she almost spilled her tea.

Taehyung, meanwhile, had snuck over and was leaning over Soyeon’s shoulder, reading along.

“Wait, what’s this one?” he asked.

Soyeon tilted the page toward him. “‘Name three types of governments.’ This child wrote: Monarchy, Democracy, and Beyoncé.”

“Honestly? Accurate,” Taehyung nodded.

Jiwon leaned closer to Jungkook. “She’s so funny. Like... accidentally the main character.”

Jungkook beamed. “She’s always like this. The sarcasm is part of the family curse.”

Soyeon suddenly turned to Jiwon with narrowed eyes, waving a particularly heinous answer sheet. “Okay, I have to ask. You’re clearly smart, patient, and not running away screaming. So, what exactly do you like about Jungkook?”

Jungkook: “Hey!”

Jiwon bit back a laugh. “He... doesn’t try too hard. Like, he’s just himself. And he listens. Like really listens, even when I say dumb things.”

“That’s the kind of answer I should be getting in essays,” Soyeon said, mock-offended. “Instead, I get ‘Gandhi invented yoga and then died for it.’”

“I think I would’ve liked your class in high school,” Jiwon grinned.

“Oh, you would’ve thrived. I give bonus points for sarcasm and creative excuses,” Soyeon said, then turned to the rest. “Speaking of which, roll call—what’s the worst excuse you’ve ever used to get out of something?”

Yoongi raised a hand. “I once told my teacher I couldn’t submit my essay because my goldfish died. I didn’t even own a goldfish.”

“Respect,” Soyeon nodded solemnly.

Jungkook: “I once said I was allergic to group projects.”

“That’s not even an excuse. That’s a truth universally acknowledged,” she replied.

Dinner slowly turned into dessert — courtesy of Taehyung raiding their freezer and finding half-melted ice cream and some questionable mochi. They didn’t care. The night had that hazy comfort to it, like a blanket you didn’t want to move from.

Later, the crowd thinned. Jin had gone home to feed his plants (they had names). Hoseok left in search of a midnight donut. Yoongi dozed off on the couch, face half-covered by a cushion. Namjoon and Jimin were whispering about philosophy vs. pineapple on pizza. Jungkook was helping Jiwon clean up the dishes, and Taehyung... was in Soyeon’s room again.

Jiwon hesitated near the hallway, glancing toward that closed door. “Is that... a thing?” she asked Jungkook quietly.

He glanced over. “What, Tae and Soyeon? I mean… it’s not not a thing.”

“Oh.”

“I don’t ask questions. I just make popcorn and stay out of the blast zone.”

Jiwon giggled. “They’re cute together. He’s so soft around her.”

“Everyone is. She’s the boss.”

Soyeon reemerged moments later, now hoodie-free and in her sleepy panda t-shirt, her grading stack now mercifully complete. She flopped onto the armchair like she’d fought a war.

“I have survived seventeen essays about the French Revolution. None of them mentioned bread. None. Do you know how statistically impossible that is?”

Jiwon smiled, curling up beside Jungkook on the couch. “You need a raise.”

“I need a bottle of wine and a class full of mute, genius children,” Soyeon replied.

Taehyung followed her out, brushing imaginary lint from her shoulder. “You forgot ‘hot coworkers.’”

“Please. You teach history through interpretive dance.”

“I’m memorable,” he grinned.

She side-eyed him with a smirk. “Yeah, you’re like a school fire drill. Loud. Chaotic. No one knows what to do.”

Everyone wheezed.

Taehyung just smiled, unfazed. “Still got you to smile, though.”

There was a tiny pink flush on Soyeon’s cheek before she rolled her eyes and plopped down next to Jiwon again. “Alright, interrogation part two: what’s your biggest red flag?”

“Wait—mine?”

“You’re dating my cousin. You don’t get out of this.”

Jiwon thought. “I... cry during animated movies.”

“Red flag. You’ll be emotionally compromised during Up and can’t be trusted to hold a remote.”

Jungkook: “You cried watching ‘Finding Dory.’”

Soyeon: “She forgets her family and still finds them! It’s a cinematic masterpiece!”

Jiwon was laughing so hard her stomach hurt.

Later that night, as everyone left or curled into their respective sleep spaces, Jiwon was waiting near the door, slipping on her shoes.

Jungkook stood beside her. “So...?”

“I had so much fun,” she said, eyes shining. “Your friends are amazing. Your cousin is terrifying. But in a really cool way.”

He grinned. “She likes you, by the way.”

“She interrogated me.”

“That’s how you know.”

Jiwon looked back toward the hallway. “Hey... thanks for inviting me. I was nervous, but... it kinda felt like a weird, warm, chaotic family.”

“That's the goal,” he said softly.

As she stepped out into the quiet night, Jungkook turned and saw Soyeon leaning against the wall, arms crossed.

“She’s good,” Soyeon said.

“I know.”

“And if she breaks your heart, I’ll unleash every sarcastic essay I’ve ever graded onto her soul.”

“Noted.”

Soyeon smirked, ruffling his hair. “Go to bed, idiot.”

“Night, noona.”

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🤍White Day❤️

Summary: With Class 2-A taking bets on Todoroki Shoto's love life (again) a certain teleporter keeps her distance.

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If last year taught Taika Miri anything, more confessions of love and adoration were coming Todoroki Shoto's way for White Day. She never thought of Valentines Day as a brutal holiday until she saw how calmly Todoroki rejected his admirers. Not until she witnessed multiple girls walk away with wet faces and broken hearts. The memories of February fourteenth replayed in the background of her mind.

The first confession came from a young woman named Yoshino Kaiya, a third-year student in financial studies. She confessed to Todoroki in the brisk, foggy, morning. She was curvy and tall and radiated confidence. Yoshino presented Todoroki with a beautifully wrapped assortment of teas and mochi. Taika thought Yoshino spoke so eloquently too.

"I think you're amazing Todoroki-kun." Yoshino told him earnestly. "I would love to go on a date with you, if you're willing."

Todoroki bowed his head out of politeness, "Thank you, I am flattered but I am not interested in going out with anyone right now." Yoshino bowed her head back at Todoroki, then quietly walked away with a glum expression as a group of girls rushed out to offer her various words of kindness and support. Taika nearly found herself amongst the girls who offered Yoshino comfort.

There was also a cute, bubbly, blue haired first year by the name of Asakura Rin. Taika thought this first year was the bravest, since Asakura marched right up whilst Todoroki was deep in conversation with Bakugo and Midoriya.

Asakura held out a handmade Valentine's Day card, complete with red and white glitter and delicate, pink lace. She smiled brightly at Todoroki, deaf to Bakugo's insults for interrupting their conversation. "Todoroki-senpai," Asakura began, "I think you and I would be a good match, please go out with me."

Todoroki's expression was calm, he seemed civil but rather unamused. "Thank you for thinking of me, but I am unable to go out with you."

Asakura straightened her posture, thanked Todoroki for his time, then left. Her painted, manicured hands held unto the paper heart with melancholy and tenderness. Taika wondered how much time and effort Asakura put into the cutely homemade card for Todoroki.

After Asakura, there was a fellow second year student from the support course. Sugihara Kimiko had beautiful long, feathery eyelashes and delicate, swan-like features. Taika remembered Sugihara the most because of her blushing face and sweet demeanor. Sugihara approached Todoroki right as Aizawa dismissed the class from training. Her hands trembled slightly as she offered up a basket of baked cookies and chocolates to the fire and ice user. "T-these are for you, Todoroki-sama, I made them from scratch. I've had feelings for you for a while now a-and I hope you can accept my affection."

Todoroki rubbed the back of neck as his eyes shifted from the basket back to Sugihara. "You're very kind, but I am not looking for a relationship. Anyone else would be lucky to have you."

Sugihara nodded sadly at the rejection and as she retreated from Todoroki, Taika saw the tears that trailed down Sugihara's face.

Those three girls were not the only ones who worked up the nerve to confess to Todoroki Shoto either. There were more young ladies coming from every corner of the university campus to declare their affections for him. Yet, Todoroki rejected each one of them.

The sound of Mina practically sprinting down the stairs pulled Taika out of her thoughts.

"Place your bets, ladies." Mina quipped as she skipped energetically into the common area. "How many confessions will the Prince of UA get today?"

Taika quietly listened in on the guesses; her hands clammy as she sipped her first and last cup of coffee for the day.

"At most, ten." Tsu slapped down a ten-dollar bill into an empty jar that sat in the middle of the kitchen table.

Toru giggled and dropped a plump but small coin purse into the jar. "I say sixteen."

Denki placed a crumpled bill into the jar next, "I say twenty!"

The coffee in Taika's mouth suddenly tasted bitter at the thought of twenty more girls being rejected by Todoroki. Did he even remember Yoshino, Asakura, and Sugihara and their confessions? She wondered. These gentle, impeccably dressed, polite and bright girls seemed perfect to Taika. They seemed sweet and ultimately perfect for Todoroki, and yet he still dismissed their gifts and feelings.

If girls like that didn't have a chance with him, Taika was sure she didn't.

Momo leaned over to whisper to Taika, curiosity clouded her eyes. "Miri, did Todoroki mention-."

An invisible hand swiftly popped both Momo and Miri atop their heads with way too much vigor so early in the day. "No getting insider information from best friends!" Toru lightly scolded Momo and Miri with her typical amount mirth in the morning.

Even the universe was letting Taika know that's all she would amount to Todoroki. Truly, Taika was foolish for harboring deeper feelings for the young man. They were too different to make sense romantically; friendship was the only realistic outcome.

"I didn't even say anything though," Taika muttered into her coffee as she took another sip. "Also," She added once the caffeine hit her soul, "You guys know Todoroki doesn't feel comfortable about us making bets on his love life."

"I'm sure you can write that into your 'best man' speech when icy spice gets married." Bakugo gruffly teased with an ugly grin. "Huh, eggplant? Nice sentiments and whatever the fuck."

Yeah, the universe was making it explicitly clear of how stupid Taika was for her feelings.

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Todoroki quickened his pace as he cut through the crowded campus. The wind whipped around him as the sun hid behind grey clouds. Rain began to trickle from the sky. She was right within his reach when he decided to slow down.

"Taika," He called out to the purple haired girl. He instinctively took the umbrella from the teleporter and propped it right above them. The first time he tried to just hold the umbrella for her, Taika nearly punched him. She thought he was some random guy rushing at her. Todoroki learned to call out for the feisty beauty ever since then.

What he didn't realize was Yaoyorozu and Jiro also walked along side Taika before he rushed to her side. Whatever they were speaking about came to a sudden halt. Todoroki took a few seconds to study the teleporter's face to clue into the situation. His head titled to the right in curiosity.

"Well!" Jiro exclaimed as she grabbed Momo's arm and began to speed up, "Thanks for your notes, Miri! Talk later!"

Momo smiled warmly at Todoroki and Taika as she followed Jiro. "See you two at training."

The way Taika rolled her eyes was not lost on Todoroki. Jiro and Yaoyorozu wanted to gossip, and they wanted Taika to gossip with them.

"What was that about?" Todoroki was fairly certain he already knew what it was about. However, Taika seemed a little more guarded lately and he didn't know what was going on in her head. Her expressions, behaviors, and sometimes her words felt slightly off to him. Taika seemed vaguer. It almost felt like she was distancing herself from him, or like she was hiding something from him. Their text messages lessened in frequency since February; she skipped out on the last two movie nights with Sero and him; and she turned down his offers to help with kanji. Kanji, okay?

"Your love life." Taika looked over to the handsome young man holding her umbrella; her heart skipped a beat in her chest at the sight of him. Why was he so naturally chivalrous? She added, rather stiffly, "They were wondering how many confessions you've gotten so far."

Todoroki felt an odd, unknown feeling pool in the pit of his stomach. He didn't want to talk about other girls when he was with Taika. It was already weird to have young women approach him with declarations of love when he didn't know them. Not to mention, there was the even weirder feeling of guilt that would gnaw at Todoroki when these girls confessed to him in Taika's presence. He felt insulted on his and her behalf. Todoroki couldn’t tell anyone why he took it as an insult on their behalf, but he did.

Quite frankly, this White Day was more aggravating than Valentines Day because the confessions prevented Todoroki from spending his time the way he wanted to. Again. He hadn't even gotten the chance to get Taika a gift for White Day yet. Sure, he handed out everyone else's gifts early, but he wanted more time to get something a little different for her.

He sighed in defeat. "Why does it matter if I don't accept their affections? Shouldn't it matter more if I do accept their confession? Shouldn't it matter if I like them back?" The falling rain softly tapped against the umbrella as the wind picked up with a vengeance.

Taika sensed Todoroki's frustration over the situation as she caught how he suddenly gripped the umbrella handle harder. "You're right." Taika told him firmly. "The number of confessions isn't important at all if the feelings aren't genuine or reciprocated." Concern wrinkled Taika's face as she smelled the scent of warm plastic. She went to grab the umbrella from Todoroki's hand, only for him to evade her touch.

"I can hold it for you." Todoroki told her as he fought against his body's natural urge to blush at her words. He liked that she understood him, even more, he was relieved that she backed up his feelings. Reassuring as ever, he thought as he adjusted the umbrella closer to Taika.

"Todoroki-kun." A new voice called out to the two hero program students.

Taika and Todoroki both tensed, but for different reasons.

"Sorry," Taika shot an apologetic look to the enchantingly stunning woman who stood before them with desire in her eyes and a box of chocolates in her hands. Taika didn't need to witness another heartfelt and gut-wrenching declaration of love. "I'll see you later, Todoroki." Taika announced as her eyes sought out shelter from the rain.

"But your umbrella-." Todoroki was met with the teleporter's sudden absence. Gone was Taika, gone was his sense of comfort and ease as this new girl began her confession. 

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"None of them?" Sero asked with a dumbfounded look slapped on his face. "Not even one of them?" He repeated with more intrigue as a bead of sweat trickled down his face.

"Are we surprised though?" Kirishima asked thoughtfully as he unzipped his training uniform. He'd have to text Mina later, even if there was nothing to report. The fire and ice user didn't state how many confessions he got today. "It's not like 'Roki is interested."

Todoroki's shoulders visibly dropped, and his already aching muscles contracted tighter. Mina, Toru, and Jiro had been teasing and prying for some kind of information during this training session. Their questions echoed in his mind: 'So, how many confessions today?'; 'Do we know any of the girls?'; 'Do you think you'll get more confessions later tonight?'; 'There are so many girls walking up to you and you don't want to date any of them?'

"Because I'm not interested." Todoroki expressed with an edge in his voice. If Kirishima or Sero experienced just how time consuming and tedious the situation was, Todoroki was sure they'd feel the same way he did. Inconvenienced.

Mineta decided to invite himself into the conversation; a feral look in his eyes as he imagined all the possibilities. "I'd have a date with a different girl every night. Monday for bookish girls, Tuesday for the tough girls, Wednesdays for the girly girls, Thursdays for the sexy ones, and Fridays for the goth girls-."

"No lady in her right mind would ever put themselves in a situation where they'd have to date you," Iida calmly informed Mineta before any more details were shared.

Midoriya's eyes fixated on the contents of his journal; the pages smudged with ink, pencil, sweat, and tears. He wrote a storm down onto the newest page. "You did reject a lot of gorgeous faces, Todoroki." He paled slightly as he recalled some of the pretty crying faces at Todoroki's rejection. "It was...something."

Kaminari nodded at Midoriya's words. The energetic young man let out a low whistle as he recalled one particularly pleasing face. "Sakamoto Mai."

Sero's jaw dropped; Kirishima's eyes widened; and Midoriya dropped his pencil. All three hyper focused on Todoroki now; surprise and confusion in their expressions.

"Pick your jaws up from the ground." Todoroki scolded as he gathered his toiletries. He wasn't even sure which face belonged to Sakamoto; they all blurred and blended after a while. However, since they were on the topic of beauty, Todoroki found beauty was curls of long, purple hair, glowing brown skin, cocoa-colored eyes, and a dimple adorned smile.

"Besides, what's the point if I don't like the person back?" Todoroki challenged, a pensive look on his face. "Taika said-."

Bakugo barked in an aggravated manner. He rolled his eyes at the stupid half and half boy. "Jesus. Fuck. We get it, you put a lot of stock into Taika's opinions. Fast forward to how many confessions you got."

Todoroki's eyes narrowed in defiance. "No." He didn't want to talk about this anymore. He also did not like the tone Bakugo took when he uttered Taika's name. "As far as you know, I've gotten no confessions." Todoroki decided then and there that if he did not accept the young women's gestures of affection, then their declaration of love did not count at all.

"Well, as far as you know," Bakugo bit back with a smug grin, "A little froggy told me that you're up to eight confessions so far."

The door to the men's locker room swung open; a disgruntled Shinso complete with a soft grimace and tired eyes trudged into the room. He pointed out toward the hallways of the training arena, "Hey, Todoroki, there's a girl looking for you again."

Irritation and impatience shot through Todoroki as he placed his items down and begrudgingly walked out to the hallway to get another confession over and done with. 

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In hindsight, Taika should not have indulged her curiosity. She should have been her 'no-nonsense' self and told the other girls of class 2-A that they were being collectively weird about this. But no. She was so morbidly intrigued that she didn't have the strength to resist looking at insta profiles of certain girls who approached Todoroki. She couldn't tear her eyes away as they all viewed one profile after the next.

"There!" Tsu pointed at Toru's screen. "Her! That Chihiro!" Torinaga Chihiro was an English lit major with silver hair styled into a pixie cut and pastel pink eyes. Her hobbies included flower arrangements, going to cat cafes, and practicing the piano. She and Todoroki would have gotten along great due in part to their likeness for cat cafes, Taika thought with a shallow sigh as they looked at Torinaga's page.

"She's so pretty," Ochako commented as she looked over Toru's shoulder to get a good look of the new face on the screen.

"She's pretty and she's been rejected." Mina chimed in quickly as she smoothed a berry scented lotion methodically across her pink skin. "Next girl, go."

Koyama Akiko's Instagram was filled with pictures of her judo trophies, ribbons, medals, and self-help books recommendations. There were also some tasteful pictures of Koyama in lingerie for a sponsorship promo. According to Momo, Koyama came from old money and from the finest stalk of the Japanese aristocracy too. Taika's head spun hard at that fact.

"Maybe that's enough," Taika said as she averted her gaze away from Toru's phone screen. Her insecurity was on red, high alert and it had been such a long time since she felt small and inadequate…All because she stupidly allowed herself to like some boy.

"Just one more!" Toru squealed as she typed in another name into the search bar. Her legs kicked out excitedly as she bounced on the locker-room bench. "Training's done and we have thirty more minutes before they close the building."

That's when Sakamoto Mai's profile page loaded up. Sakamoto was perhaps one of the most beautiful women Taika had seen. Wavy, red, silken hair, a long, elegant neck, and eyes of pure jade. Sakamoto posted a lot of pictures of her family's tea shop (Momo and Ochako highly recommended stopping by one day as their tea is delightful). There were posts about Sakamoto's beloved orange cat; her favorite books (some of which Tsu noticed were also Todoroki's favorite); and Sakamoto shared her love for creating new ramen and soba recipes too.

In Sakamoto, Taika saw someone kind and patient and bright. If Todoroki saw Sakamoto, he'd probably think the same thing. Sakamoto was literally his dream girl; Taika was sure of it. No way did he turn down someone as ethereal as Sakamoto. Taika could handle being around Sakamoto if Todoroki brought her around. Taika's heart felt heavy at the thought of Todoroki dating, but Sakamoto seemed like a good fit for him. If Todoroki was off dating and courting Sakamoto, then Taika could take her feelings, pack them away, and completely focus on her grades and scholarship and her family.

With her heart sinking like lead down into the depts of her body, Taika put on a brave face. "Sakamoto would be a good-." Mina interrupted Taika with a bored and calm tone of voice. The pinkette was now focused on her nails. "Todoroki already rejected her."

Taika wanted to take Toru's phone and throw it across the locker room. The most perfect girl for him, out of the already impeccable line up of other perfect girls, already got rejected by him. Maybe Taika didn't understand him at all. Maybe she wasn't as close to Todoroki as she believed.

Momo leaned over to whisper into Mina ears, Toru and Ochako were already typing a new name into the search bar. The other girls also waited in anticipation to see the next profile load up.

"This is ridiculous," Taika pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. Why the hell was she putting herself through this? She was being an even bigger fool by scrolling through strangers' profiles. Did she enjoy feeling like shit about this? Was that why she kept comparing herself to random people?

"I'm going back to the dorms for dinner," Taika announced like an impatient child over the new chatter about a new, gorgeous face. She had enough self-inflicted emotional trauma; her body was sore from pushing past its comfort zone today; and she was getting tired.

"Uh-huh," Mina nodded along as Momo whispered something into her ear. "Bye, Taika-babe." Taika didn't know if she needed to roll her eyes or laugh at the absurdity of it all.

Rain fell harder under the cover of dusk and clouds of dark grey and the wind gave an unholy, shrill howl.

"Well...shit." She took in her surroundings and promptly realized that there were no free, abandoned umbrellas she could take now. There was also a lack of campus newspapers Taika could have used as a makeshift shield from the rain. The wind spoke abruptly, its scream caused chills to break over Taika's skin. The cold spring rain of Japan could never compare to lukewarm spring rain of Retesuwa. No way was she running all the way back to the dorms.

"Fancy meeting you here." A familiar and friendly voice approached her as a lazy grin broke across his face. A large part of Todoroki was extremely relieved to run into Taika. For a second, he was worried Taika was someone else. He was happy for a moment alone, a small encounter that felt much like a serendipitous event since he still had something that belonged to her. Taika’s heart jumped into her throat from her chest.

Todoroki's lazy grin had her smiling back softly in response. "Hey, Todoroki."

Todoroki looked out at the heavy rain and dark skies, "Would you like me to walk with you?" His eyes glued on Taika and her pretty lips. He could count on one hand how many times Taika's lips alone distracted him during training. He quickly opened the umbrella and gestured for Taika to stand on his left side.

Taika chuckled at him, "I mean, it is my umbrella you're holding."

Embarrassment nipped at Todoroki as their arms brushed against each other. Still, with their physical closeness, Todoroki felt that Taika wasn't being forthcoming about something. He sensed it in the way Taika's gaze didn't fully meet his. His stomach churned uncomfortably as he briefly wondered if Valentines Day and White Day had Taika feeling lonely. Maybe that was the cause of her changed behavior? He read somewhere that young ladies sometimes felt sadder during the so-called season of romance.

Was that Taika though? She never struck him as the type to feel strongly about Valentines Day or White Day. Todoroki gently pushed his elbow into Taika's side, his stomach burned with a fuzzy sensation. He yearned to know what changed. "Are you okay? You feel distant."

Taika frowned as self-shame radiated from her head down to her heels. "I've been busy with training and our assignments." The lie was so glaringly obvious, it would be a miracle if Todoroki didn't see right through her.

"Well, there's busy and there's being absent." Hurt evident in Todoroki's voice. Was training and homework so much more interesting than him?

Taika inwardly winced at his words. She was making herself absent, scarce, and unavailable...but she never meant to hurt Todoroki. Truth be told, Taika thought Todoroki would just immediately latch onto Sero or Midoriya and not even question her absence. She just wanted to not feel like a foolish, lovesick girl. Even now, with them huddled close together from the rain, she had the faintest hope that maybe this meant more.

Taika refused to entertain her silly, little fantasies. She needed to get a grip and get over herself. She was needlessly hurting Todoroki over feelings she'd never have the balls to confess.... No matter how much she liked Todoroki, the cost of their friendship wasn't worth it. That was crystal clear to her now.

"Grades are important, but there's more to life than that." Todoroki sounded like he was scolding her, not in a playful manner, but more so in the traditional sense of the word. "I'd still make time for you, Taika, even with training and extra assignments."

No truer words had ever been spoken in that moment. Todoroki ignored an agency obligation in favor of spending time with Taika, and Taika alone. To say Endeavor was displeased over that would be more than an understatement.

"I-." Taika felt like she was going break under Todoroki's intense gaze. She didn't like lying to him, but she wasn't going to tell him the truth. "I was reviewing future chapters for our quirk theories and applications class."

Todoroki halted; his face wrinkled subtly in concern. That didn't sound like Taika at all, or at least to him, it didn't.

"You?" He emphasized pointedly, "You needed to review quirk theories and applications?"

Taika shrugged uncomfortably. "I'm trying to stay on top of our class assignments."

Anxiety cut right through Todoroki the way the cold wind cut through the tree branches that shook above their heads. "Is it your scholarship? Are you at risk of losing it?" If Taika left...No, he didn't want to think about that.

"I'm in good academic standing, Todoroki." Taika admitted with her eyes focused on ahead. "I just don't want my grades to slip. Aizawa did say our lessons would get more rigorous throughout the year."

Todoroki looked pensively at Taika. He knew something was up with her from the way her eyes averted his, a glum expression on her features, and the way her lips fixed into a frown. She never lied to him before-or at least-Todoroki didn't think so...Taika was a lot of things, but he didn't believe her to be a liar. Closed off and guarded, yeah, but his Taika wasn't one to lie. The rain quieted down, the wind came to stop, and Todoroki's mind jumped to the absolute worst-case scenario next.

"Are Auntie and Uncle sick?" Todoroki wondered out loud. "Or did something else break in the house that's thousands of dollars to fix?"

A dry, short chuckle escaped her. Please, no more broken water heaters and faulty breaker boxes-Taika prayed to whichever god who cared enough to listen. Her bank account just barely recovered. "No. Everything's good back in Retesuwa." Taika could see the vague outline of their dorm building from where they stood on the pathway.

If everything was good in Retesuwa, why did he still feel like his friend wasn't being truthful? "Then what's wrong, Taika?" His concern bordered too close to panic. Taika spent less time with him, they weren't texting as much anymore, and Todoroki could sense Taika's distance the way he could sense a change in temperature. "What's going on with you?" His voice earnest and his heart pounded loudly as he awaited her reply.

I like you-that's what's wrong, Taika thought. I like you and I know.... I know this wouldn't work out. Taika steeled her nerves and mentally prepared to tell Todoroki more lies in order to protect their friendship.

"I'm exhausted," Taika breathed out. "I feel like I have a ton of responsibilities on my plate, and I am exhausted." Now, she could add sick to her list of symptoms as the guilt of lying to Todoroki blossomed inside of her.

 "Only exhausted?" He leaned in much closer toward the teleporter, and the tempting but faint scent of honeysuckle nearly pulled his body even closer toward hers than necessary. Where exactly did that new urge come from, Todoroki blanked momentarily.

"I'm exhausted and overwhelmed, and-." Her heart urged her to be open, her mind urged her to focus on what needed to be done. "I'm exhausted and overwhelmed and I really just need to take a nap before I go crazy."

Todoroki purposefully narrowed his eyes at her, one eyebrow arched inquisitively, and there was an ever so faint frown on the corners of his lips.

'Is that all?'-a pair of mismatched eyes asked as they investigated pools of rich brown. 

Taika merely nodded 'yes’; her features twisted into an apologetic pout. Her face warm as Todoroki looked down at her intently. She was glad the embarrassment and shame that boiled within her spirit didn't fester in a blush on her skin. Those little, white lies would catch up to her, she was sure of it. However, on the chance that the lies stayed safely hidden, Taika would be completely fine with that too.

The half hot, half cold student's gaze softened with sympathy and warmth for the teleporter. He wasn't completely convinced that Taika was merely exhausted, but he didn't want to press on and bicker about nothing. However, he did miss her presence in the days that passed, and it was only fair they spend some time together tonight. To make up for such an inconvenient, bothersome day- Todoroki rationalized.

"I'll ask Fuyumi if she still has some of that relaxation tea blend you like." He told Taika in a hushed, gentle tone. The scent of honeysuckle momentarily paralyzed his inhibitions; his left arm settled comfortably along her shoulders. "I'll get you some medicine too, in case you may be getting sick."

Taika allowed herself to lean into the pull, her body thankful for the extra heat. Always a gentleman, Taika thought as the wind picked back up. She appreciated Todoroki's offer, but based principal alone, she knew she couldn't lie to him and then turn around and accept his kindness. She was raised up poor and rough, but that didn't mean she had zero morals.

"That's not necessary," The purple haired beauty commented sternly; her heart burned in secret adoration for Todoroki. Her eyes aglow with a subtle glint of dejection. "I wouldn't want you to go out of your way for me."

Todoroki was equally as determined and stubborn as the teleporter. "Well, good thing I'm not doing what you want, Taika." He informed her with a charming yet smug half-grin. "Besides, I insist." The mental map of his errand run was complete, so he was set. Todoroki would get Taika the relaxation tea blend, some medicine, those sour strawberry and raspberry gummi worms she liked, and coconut water on the chance she wouldn't want tea later.

Taika disagreed and it seemed so did the weather as the rain began to pour again. They both walked a little faster to get out of the rain, both huddled a little closer too even as they reached the porch and walked through the common area. 

"Todoroki, I don't-." Taika didn't get any other words out beyond that 'don't'. Todoroki interrupted his friend with an assertive edge in his voice.

"Taika, I am going to do this for you. I'll meet you at your dorm room later." Taika's heart slammed hard against chest; she felt warm all over and momentarily speechless to her core at the tone of his voice.

It is only when she reached the comfort of her dorm room, does a surprised laugh escape out from her lips at his sudden and unexpected boldness. With Todoroki's decision set in stone, who was Taika to disagree with their plans for the night?

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Miguel x Inca-Spider Moche Headcanons (Canon x OC)

One thing Miguel and Moche LOVE is Dancing

It's started out as simple practice - really, it was a joke.

Moche and Miguel love hanging in his office, up on his high ass platform where they can ignore all the responsibilities, and pretend to get some work done.

Ever since Moche had first joined, and the three of them - Miguel, her, and Lyla would be up there, sorting through files, reviewing mission footage, and listening to music.

Moche is always the one who has to handle breaks. If she doesn't - Miguel just .... won't take them. The type to not notice he's exhausted beyond belief until his head is hitting the pillow.

Sometimes, it's a struggle. Until one day, Moche gets him to dance.

Moche's favorite genre is Runarae - a genre specific to her universe - a blend of reggae and indigenous languages (think reggaeton if the Spanish never colonized).

Full of flutes and drum line and percussion, ever since she was a child - everytime she heard it, she wanted to dance.

So one day she grabs Miguel's hands and does just that.

He humors her, watching as Moche takes his hand and twirls herself, pulling him to his feet. She even manages she gets a couple steps out of him. A little shuffle they fall into.

Thank God both of them have rhythm.

Moche has spent her whole life dancing, and singing, playing music on the sidelines of the ceremonies in her village. Singing Quechua incantations, dancing her traditional dance.

She still wears the traditional dress whenever she can (which is often), and Miguel smiles so hard it hurts when she grabs her skirts, lifting her petticoat to dance Folklorico

Lyla is like 'Is that my alarm system going off or wedding bells I hear~'

And suddenly they're just, dancing.

Mind you - there's a TWO FOOT height difference. Like her head reaches his solar plexus. His shoulder IF she's wearing the highest heels she can find. He can't even kiss the top of her head and it's not even close.

But here she is, twirling in his arms and laughing as he lifts her up and dips her, Moche giggling so hard almost hurts

And soon they're doing that EVERY chance they get. Miguel comes back from a tiring mission, or whatever crazy thing the other Spider-people got themselves into on campus.

He walks into his office groaning and rubbing his brow. And immediately Moche is like

'Olé? I cannot dance alone, Apu.'

[Apu means 'mountain/mountain spirit' in Quechua. She calls him Apu because the people of her village gave him the name 'AncuApu' (Blue Mountain) due to his height and suit]

It's their little secret, an inside joke, they keep for who knows how long.

Until Jess portals in.

One day Jess skips the whole 'upsidedown elevator lobby thing' and just rides into his office, only to find Miguel holding Moche in a dip as they listen to Shakira.

Of course Jess is like

IN TEARS AND SHOCK TRYING NOT TO BUST OUT IN LAUGHTER CAUSE SHE WALKED IN ON MOCHI AND MIGUEL GETTING IT LIKE

The two are ready to die from embarrassment - until Jess goes 'Y'all two are so cute, I need to get myself whatever lessons you got.'

Lessons. Before, they had never even considered lessons, let alone dancing outside of his huge lair. But as soon as the idea is there THEY HAVE TO DO IT.

Datenight becomes dance classes and dinner. They're AMAZING at it - Salsa, Ballroom, Flamenco, Rumba, Folklorico - both Mexican and Peruvian

THEY LOVE IT. Plus with Mochi being the size she is - and the fact she's been bitten, it's really easy for them to do the more flashy moves - like flips and spins

It's just THEIR THING.

Even in their calm moments.

When there's no music, or the day has been too long, they'll still stand there in her garden, or their bedroom and just slow dance and talk.

They're both A-spec - and to them dancing is like their favorite form of intimacy, besides maybe bathing together, or him braiding her hair

Only a good handful of people know they do it - Jess first. Then Peter, and now Peter, MJ, Moche, and Miguel have taken double dates and dancing classes together. (Peter and MJ have no idea how they're SO GOOD at it, they make it look so easy. But Peter has two left feet)

Hobie knows (walked in on them) and teases Miguel for it. But Miguel always says 'At least I can dance.'

Hobie be like 🤨😐 you saying I can't dance m8???

(he can't)

People say 'Moche and Miguel are doing it in his office again.'

They don't mean sex. They mean they're in there with Spanish and Runagae blasting as they dance around his platform clapping at each other and yelling 'WEPA!!!' at the top of their lungs.

Cemiche my beloveds

[arachniterror]

===> Pay a visit to your once upon a time leader. It’s time he learned his actual place.

You slip out of Nep and Zee’s hive, quiet as a squeakbeast. You don’t know how you managed to get out of the tangle of limbs without waking them but you’re on a mission. You can’t wait for R to be available, so you’re taking matters into your own hands.

You wheel the dirtbike a ways away, so when it roared to life, it didn’t wake them. You even left Hopper, though the little joltik tried to follow you. You just directed him back to Mochi, and he went, his cute little sad face almost breaking your heart. You had a talk to have, one that you knew would get heated quickly.

When you finally made it to wherever Kat was staying, you slammed your shoulder into the door, busting it open. The moment his eyes landed on you, they went wide and he scrambled to his feet, ready for a fight, but you’ve always been faster.

He’s slammed against the wall, your robot hand tight around his throat. It wasn’t cutting off his airway, but it was enough to make him panic and flail. “WAIT- VRISKA-!”

“You better fucking stay away from Zee. Daive too.”

“You don’t even LIKE Daive!” He scoffed, kicking out a leg to hit her in the stomach, scowling at the lack of reaction. “LIKE YOU’RE ANY BETTER-!”

“Maybe I wasn’t then, but I am now, motherfucker.” She hissed the last word, maybe having been around Zee a little too much. You finally loosened your grip after letting him pummel and struggle for a bit and let him fall to the ground, gasping for air. After a moment, you concentrated on him. Like a jerky puppet, he reached for his palmhusk, unlocking it, and scrolling through the names. You made him block the two in question. Then you smiled, sharp teeth on display as you released him, but he decided to continue running his mouth.

“YOU KNOW YOU TWO ARE TERRIBLE FOR EACH OTHER, YOU’RE GOING TO END UP KILLING EACH OTHER-.”

You took control again, making him slam his own fist into his face. Of all the people who have given you relationship advice, you respected his the least. Before the end of the game, you might have appreciated it but now you know it’s just full of hurt and anger.

“I don’t caaaaaaaare what you have to say. I told R, by the way. She’ll probably be paying you a visit too and she never considered you a friend, so she won’t be as nice as I was.” You blew him a kiss, winking as you did, turning to leave. He shouted something, but you ignored him. You heard him get up, run towards you, and he bit down on your fleshy arm, which distracted you from the sickle that swung towards your side.

You hiss in pain, tackling him to the ground, tearing into each other until he finally gave up. You both stared at each other, chests heaving. He was probably seeing spades again but your expression was one of absolute disgust. You punched him again, straight to the side of the face, and he was finally knocked unconscious. And you left, not even bothering to fix the broken door.

The drive back to your quadrantmates’ hive was a quiet one, only the wind and the sounds of nighttime to keep you company. You stopped not far from their hive, turning the bike off and rolling it back to the same exact spot where you were parked before. Then you slipped back inside, cleaning up quietly, before returning back to your spot. Like you never left. Even though there was evidence that you were definitely in a fight, you just hoped that they wouldn’t ask questions.