#or find out what was up those stairs 💔💔💔💔

[vse-kar-vem]

SORRY I FORGOT TO REACT TO MODELLING KRIS???? IM JUST NOW PROCESSESINNG IT IS THAT WHY THEYVE BEEN HANGING WITH DAMON BAKER???? IS HE PERSUING HIS TRUE CALLING???? PH MY GOD???

[star-girl69]

i think aphrodite kid reader x clarisse is simply just better??? like the trope is just superior??? like, we have clarisse who is tough, and mean and one of the strongest people at camp, then we have reader who is kind and compassionate and really doesn’t care all that much about fighting. so naturally, clarisse is super protective and treats reader like a princess?? how could people dislike it 😔😔

no exactly and i actually must write about this - basically this is just all about the little things clarisse does for her perfect princess angel daughter of aphrodite gf (me!!!!!!)

okay as payment for my absence please accept some shitty headcanons I LOVE YOU ALL BYEEEE

she’s just always DOING THINGS FOR YOU

she’s so perceptive and she always knows exactly what you want and need even if you don’t know it yourself

like if you like wearing high heels one) clarisse genuinely wonders what is wrong w you

she sees no practicality in them bc there isn’t lol

but also she’s like omg???? MY GF feels safe enough around me to wear shoes she can’t run in???? WHAT JOY!!!!!!!!!

and you’ll come back to your cabin being all ugh omg my feet hurt so bad laying on the bed and putting your feet UP

and clarisse is like “well i could have told you that”

excuse me????

“don’t get me wrong baby you look gorgeous and i love you wearing heels but it’s your funeral”

“DIE”

she just laughs and takes your shoes off

she’ll continue to bully you as she’s literally massaging your feet like ok girl yeah we see you

clarisse is also a MENACE about making sure you eat

“did you eat today?”

“babe you SAW me at lunch”

“just making sure….”

you’re just so kind and amazing and clarisse loves you so much but you are not the best at fighting!

she is constantly stressed when you’re not by her side

bc no one loves you like her who will protect you 💔💔💔💔

when someone takes advantage of you she gets so PISSED OFF

bc it’s not like someone is beating you up it’ll be like someone is using you as their personal therapist or smth and you’re just like “pls go speak to an actual professional wtf 😭😭😭”

and she’s so pissed off bc WHY IS THIS BITCH PSYCHOLOGICALLY AND EMOTIONALLY TORTURING HER GIRL??????

she’s not afraid to beat people up for you and actually enjoys it!

anyways, clarisse is also a koala bear

and an emotionally stunted caveman

she’s not good with her words so these actions are all she has to show you that she loves you

idk if y’all have noticed but clar rarely saying ily to y/n bc it’s my personal headcanon that she has such a hard time saying those words. she shows you she loves you but for some reason it’s just so hard to get the words out. (…BC SHE IS AN EMOTIONALLY STUNTED CAVEMAN)

so she quickly adapts to do all these little things

if you’re walking down a flight of stairs trust she is holding your hand

QUEEN of opening jars for you

if you’re not feeling well or you’re tired or just feeling lazy she’ll bully someone into doing your chores for you

also this bitch is NOT afraid to stand up for you and make sure you get what you deserve.

like that one meme

“UM… she said NO PICKLES… you fucking dumbasses…”

“CLARISSE 😭😭😭”

also like in “better than revenge” she loves to watch you do your makeup

finds it so fascinating that you can only get PRETTIER

like she’s okay at makeup but you can do that shit perfectly like standing on your head

you make it seem so effortless

she’s not a HUGE makeup girly but sometimes she’ll let you just go crazy

so you can sit on top of her….. that one sapphic meme yes…..

also she’s constantly bragging about you

“yeah… i have the prettiest gf in camp… y’all are just losers what can i say”

ofc if anyone were to agree w her she would go insane

“yeah y/n is so pretty”

“um ok yeah you don’t have to say it i say it enough….”

even if one of your siblings gives you a compliment she’s like HOLD THE FUCK ON- then she remembers THATS YOUR SIBLING ITS OK and she’s like oh this is so embarrassing.

will she stop? no ofc not

she’s constantly telling you how pretty you are. beautiful. gorgeous. exquisite. all the words

loves kissing you all over

KISSES YOUR HAND 🤭🤭

anyways going back to the clarisse koala bear agenda that got away from me

she’s just always touching you

hand on the small of your hand guiding you somewhere

hand around your waist

SITTING IN HER LAP AT CAMPFIRES

no matter what type of hair you have she’s obsessed w it. if you have pin straight hair she’s so obsessed w the fact that you don’t need a huge curl routine like her, finds it fascinating

if you do have curls she loves doing a curl routine together

whatever whatever type of hair you have she’s obsessed with it and will wash it for you if you want

so soft and lovingly like a more of a scalp massage than a hair washing

will brush your hair for you, braid it for you, anything you like just OBSESSED

she loves when you like sit on top of a picnic table and then she gets to sit in between your legs on the bench thinks it’s so so fun and so so silly

she LOVESSSSS sleeping w you OBVI.

on top of you, you on top of her, she’s a koala bear. like entirely wrapped around you

partially bc she is as aforementioned a koala bear and partly bc she is overprotective even in her sleep

if you move in the middle of the night even just a little bit

she’s a super light sleeper i feel like

always on the guard fr ✊

a little bit better when you’re there tho

so if you move in the middle of the night she’ll just like caress your hair and kiss your cheek and try to shush you back to sleep

like bitch you’re still asleep have you never heard of ADJUSTING? MOVING? SHIFTING?

hope you’re not one of those people who has to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night bc with clarisse that will stop

you can’t abandon her even for 2 minutes even for basic bodily functions like you just can’t it’s so inconsiderate to her… 💔

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[st4rr-girrl]

Stranger pt. 2

Summary; When Mattheo finds you in a compromising situation after the break-up— he isn’t sure if he can keep his buried feelings from arising once more.

Hello beautifuls! Since yall wanted a part 2– ask and you shall receive. Hope u like it! 😘💋 (also this was not proof read so I apologize for any grammar mistakes <33)

Tw; angst, toxicity, cursing, anxiety attack, bad ending?, lmk what else

pt 1

Stranger taglist! @delialinda123 @ivrrsarahh @angelslike-you @helendeath @hisparentsgallerryy @kiroyal22 @priyanichhabra  @seijakusstuff @aniloversay @armn4rlert 

——————————— 💔 ———————————

You and Mattheo hadn’t interacted since the break-up, and you couldn’t even recognize the person he was— or the person you thought he was— anymore.

He’d turned into everybody else— a stranger.

You no longer knew him, and he no longer knew you.

You weren't sure how you found yourself back at the Astronomy Tower— your frequent getaway spot with Mattheo— sitting atop the cold flooring, your back pressed against the wall. The beautiful golden locket with a snake, yours and Mattheo’s initials engraved into it clutched tightly in your hand. He put protection spells and charms on it, to ensure your safety. He’d gifted it to you a few months ago, for your birthday.

Before you could recollect your thoughts and emotions, tears pricked the corners of your eyes, burning your nose and forcing your lower lip to tremble.

Memories of you and him begun to flow in, a constant reminder that he isn’t really a stranger, and he’ll never be.

Your heart thumped loudly against your rib cage, the realization of your situation hitting you like an unstoppable tidal wave. You tried to steady your breathing, but this proved difficulty as it became harder and harder to breathe at all.

It felt like you were suffocating, the doubt creeping in and wrapping around your throat— cutting off your airflow.

You hyperventilated, on hand resting atop your erratically beating heart— the other resting on your throat, pleading to open up.

You’d never been this bad after a breakup before. It was like your body was recognizing his absence— panicking once it was unable to find him.

You couldn’t even process the sound of footsteps climbing up the stairs, not until the person they belonged to was right in front of you.

Lifting your blurry gaze, you were met with the distorted figure of Mattheo.

You were too choked up to comprehend, your vision too unclear to make out the concern, and veiled gilt, buried inside his dark orbs. In a swift motion, he was by your side— pulling you into his arms and whispering reassuringly in a feebly desperate attempt to console you.

His ever so gentle hand rubbed up and down your back rhythmically, the other gently pushing back rebellious strands of hair out of your tear filled eyes.

You leaned into him, unable to deny the comforting calmness your body so badly needed.

His fingers danced along the skin of your face, softly patting away the tears that resided upon your flushed cheeks.

Once you were capable of formulating coherent thoughts and sentences, you choked out weakly. “Why?”

Despite the lack of elaboration, he seemed to understand your words completely fine. His dark eyebrows furrowed, his shameful gaze averting from you.

Once he was able to find his words, he spoke up. “Because I love you.”

If he wasn’t so hellbent on masquerading his thoughts and feelings, he probably would have cried on the spot.

”Too much. And it hurts, (Y/N). I’m afraid.”

Your gaze flickered across his features, the pale moonlight reflecting off those beautiful eyes that you had fallen in love with.

There was an unmistakable vulnerability in his irises as he forced himself to meet your gaze. “And I thought if I was cruel— if I made you hate me… if I just- if I just distanced myself from you— it would go away. But it didn’t. I still love you. I always will, and I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you, I thought it would be for the best.”

You remained silent, your gaze searching his for any sign of deceit, or proof his words didn’t hold as much truth as he made them out to have.

But, regretfully, you found nothing— and it made your head spin.

Because, as far as you’re concerned, he remained faithful throughout your relationship. He didn’t sleep or do anything physically with another person. But in a way, he still broke your trust. He proved to be everything he said he wasn’t. You didn’t understand why or how you could still hold positive feelings for him, but you couldn’t deny the truths he spoke.

Your expression softened a fraction, stray tears slowly gliding down the path of your tender cheeks. Your expression slowly hardened once more, your last defenses being put up as anger, confusion and hurt swirled inside your jumbled mind— making it hard to understand your own thoughts.

He looked at you, seemingly distinguishing the anger in your features. “I know, love.” He whispered, “you have every right to be angry. You can hate me. I don’t blame you for a second. It’s all my fault, and if I wasn’t being so selfish— I might have considered your feelings.”

“You can’t do this to me, Mattheo.” You spoke up, your voice hoarse and stuffy. “You— You’re fucking with my head, and it’s throwing me off- and I-I can’t.. I’m so confused.” You stuttered, unable to put your scrambled thoughts into words. “You aren’t supposed to hurt the people you love.”

His heart ached at the sound of your voice, his gut twisting painfully at the words and ragged breaths that fell from your parted lips. “Just one more chance.” His tone was practically begging, the desperation rolling off his tongue.

“I can’t let myself get hurt again, Mattheo.” You spoke, rising to your feet— the cool air hitting you as you removed yourself from Mattheo’s warm embrace. His hand outstretched for you longingly, before he forcibly placed it into his lap. His eyes remained glued onto you, even as you made your way to the stairs.

You looked over your shoulder, your brows furrowing. “I’m sorry, Mattheo. I still love you.” The last sentence was barely an octave above a whisper— your irises reflecting sadness. “I’ll think about it.”

And with that, you descended along the stairs— the emotional and physical distance between the two of you increasing with every step— your shoes clicking against the floor in a break of the heavy silence weighing upon you both.

He couldn’t deny the flicker of hope in his chest following the words ‘I’ll think about it.’ —-

pt 3?? 🤭🤭

and should they get back together???? Give me ideas plssssss

(got the inspo for this when listening to ‘same old love’ by Selena Gomez during writers block so u can thank her for this 😂😂)

[thehighladywrites]

— “ You really don’t know about him?”

pairing: professor eris x reader

summary: who are your kidnappers and why do they want you? Eris enlists a secret weapon to find you and help him retrieve you back and get revenge on those who kidnapped you.

warnings: kidnapping, murder, torture, light angst, fluff, suggestiveness

amara’s note: this is so mid but pls enjoy💔 it’s not my best work but atleast the next chapter will have crazy smut bc eris teaches reader how to use a gun and there will be gunplay👀 also sorry that this was updated so late😭💗

Eris was trying to stay calm, using his rational thinking but he couldn’t do it. There was no rationality left in him. He just wanted to know if you were safe, even though the chances were slim.

Eris's heart sank as he checked the app Feyre had mentioned. It revealed that your phone was at the lake near the school—a clear sign that it had been discarded before you were taken. His mind raced with worry, realizing that you were indeed taken and not missing.

He took a deep breath, allowing himself a moment to feel the last bit of his emotions before shutting them off and assuming his role. His worried eyes hardened, his chest steady, and his demeanor shifted into that of a commanding presence.

Feyre watched as Eris fished out his phone and, with a cold voice, instructed Shadow to track you down.

She was worried and didn't know what was going on. Who was Shadow, and where were you? How was Eris so calm? Wasn't he more worried about you?

Eris noticed the concern in Feyre's eyes and approached her with reassurance.

“Don't worry, Ms. Archeron. I'll find her. Brandon here will escort you to one of the rooms for safety while I locate her. It's not safe to be alone right now.”

Before she could ask any more questions, he turned and headed into his office. While he appreciated Feyre for being such a good friend to you, there was no time for conversation when you were missing.

Inside, Eris approached his bookshelf and pulled on the book you had taken from him—or rather, its replacement. With a soft click, the entire shelf moved, revealing an opening to his secret room.

Eris's mind was on autopilot as he descended the stairs and used his thumbprint and voice recognition to access the mechanically locked door at the bottom of the stairs.

Inside, the room was filled with high-tech gadgets, weapons, and screens. The warm light bathed the space, giving it an inviting glow, despite its purpose. It resembled a massive closet, with weapons carefully displayed on expensive velvet walls, their deadly potential disguised by their beauty.

Eris approached the weapons, securing a harness to his shirt as he loaded every compartment with hidden knives and guns. He then put on his coat snd gloves, getting ready to get you back no matter ehat.

His phone suddenly buzzed with a message from shadow,

Found her. Warehouse by the marina. Aprox. 35 men outside and 3 inside.

Eris pocketed his phone, silently praying for your safety as he got ready to retrive you.

—

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Your brows furrowed as you slowly regained consciousness, annoyed by the consistent dripping of water. Your vision was hazy, your head pounding, and the cold made your teeth chatter. You tried to rub your temple, but your hand met resistance.

Panic surged through you as you realized you were chained up, unable to move freely. You kept pulling, foolishly hoping the steel chains would break. Your heart raced as you took in your surroundings. You were on your knees, hands bound, with your entire body aching and your arms feeling numb. The sound of the chains rattling grew louder as you struggled against them, desperate to break free.

Fear gripped you as you recalled being taken by a stranger. Your stomach churned with nausea, and you fought back the urge to vomit as the memories flooded back.

No, no, no.

This wasn’t happening.

Panic flowed through you, making it difficult to breathe. You attempted to stay calm, but the tears welled up in your eyes, and your body shook with fear. Alone in a huge and empty room, the air heavy with the scent of salt, you felt utterly helpless and started sobbing, head hanging low.

The sound of heavy metal doors creaking open pierced the air, causing you to lift your gaze with apprehension. Three men entered, their fiery red hair immediately catching your attention. The man in the middle crouched down to your level, a smirk playing on his lips as he tilted his head, his gaze examining you.

“Finally awake from your little nap?”

You looked at him, then shifted your eyes to the other two, one of them smirking, the other stoic.

“Why am I here? Who are you? I haven’t done anything.” Your voice was hoarse and broken.

His demeanor shifted instantly, his previous amusement at your situation replaced by disgust. His smile vanished, and his eyes darkened with disdain. He straightened up, towering over you, and looked at you with a look of disgust and hate, as though you were nothing but dirt under his shoe.

“You are here as leverage. You see, my cousin killed my father and I can not let that go unpunished, right?”

The two behind him snickered and shook their heads.

Your brows furrowed again, what the hell had this to do with you at all? No one you knew could possibly be involved in something like this. And you didn’t care how rude you sounded, these fuckers kidnapped you.

“So? That still doesn’t explain why the hell i’m here. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The guy in the middle, Sirius the others called him, narrowed his eyes at you, a smile creeping onto his face.

“You really don’t know, do you?”

Anger surged within you, and you were just about to snap at his cryptic words, not in the mood for riddles.

“Your little fuck buddy Eris did a very bad thing when he killed my father. He made me loose a lot of money and he needs to pay for it. Now, my cousin is a very hard guy to shake down, so imagine my surprise and delight when I discovered he had a pretty little thing hidden away all to himself. The perfect negotiation piece.”

You felt like throwing up. He couldn’t be serious. Eris, the man you love, the one you thought wouldn’t hurt anyone, had done something so terrible that these men were here to punish him for it. The shock of the discovery left you confused and disoriented.

“He killed someone?” Your words were nothing more than a whisper, struggling to make sense of the situation.

Sirius chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with malice. “Oh, he has done things much worse than that, sweetheart. But don't worry, you'll get to see for yourself soon enough.”

Realizing that Eris might be walking into a trap, you summoned your courage and flashed them a defiant smile. “Well, if that's the case,” you said, “then you're fucked.”

The big one in the back, named Aiden’s expression grew even darker, his eyes narrowing at your boldness. “And why do you think that?” he demanded.

You shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant despite the fear coursing through you.

“If what you say is true, then I assume you’re not stupid enough to try to actually lure him here. If he really did kill your father then you know how dangerous he is. And not to brag,” you added with hint of more confidence,

”But the man loves me and will most certainly kill all of you for taking me away in this pathetic attempt at a kidnapping. Listen, just let me go and I’ll make sure he doesn’t kill you.”

You watched helplessly as they approached, totally ignoring your words, their movements calculated. Ignis, the scrawny one, grabbed a length of rope from a nearby crate, his expression cruel. “You’re good. I can see why he is so infatuated with you. But you’re not going anywhere.” he said coldly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Before Ignis could make a move to bind you even more, a sudden gunshot echoed through the warehouse, causing everyone to freeze in place. Ignis stumbled backward, clutching his chest, blood seeping through his fingers.

“Shit!” Aiden exclaimed, reaching for his weapon but he was shot in the head aswell

Sirius lunged forward, a gleaming knife pressed against your throat. His expression was twisted with anger and desperation as he snarled, “If you move an inch, I’ll slit her fucking throat, Eris.”

Your heart raced as you felt the cold edge of the blade against your skin, a sob breaking from you as you realized Eris was here.

You cried, carefully breathing as to not get your neck sliced open. You watched as he carefully came out of the shadows with smoking gun and a deadly calm expression on his face. Eyes dead as his lips pulled into a smirk.

“You signed your own death when you kidnapped my girl.”

His cold and emotionless words made you shiver. He was was so different from the warm Eris you knew.

All your thoughts halted as Sirius pressed the blade harder to your throat, making you whimper in pain. You felt warm, wet liquid run down into your ahirt and you realized he had knicked you.

“You had my father killed and it made me loose millions. If you think i’m letting you or your whore get away-”

The blade on your throat dropped to the ground, as did Sirius’s body right next to you when Eris fired the gun straight into his arm. Eris stepped closer and shot both his hands, arms, legs, feet and just smiled.

“You don’t deserve a quick death. Normally, I’d handle you myself handle you but I’m on a bit of a time crunch, so I’ll leave you with him.”

With arms still bound above your head you coughed and then vomited at the feel of warmth of Sirius’s blood seeping into your pants.

Eris hurriedly made his way over to you, his hands steady as he ripped the chains from your arms, pulling you close to him. You collapsed against his chest, trembling with fear and relief as he whispered soothing words to calm you down.

After what felt like an eternity of tears and sobs, you finally managed to compose yourself, sitting up straighter and backing away slightly from Eris's embrace. Your voice was shaky as you spoke, the reality of the situation sinking in.

“So... you’re in the mafia or something? I mean, you just murdered three people in front of me, so I guess yeah.”

Eris's expression hardened, his features becoming stoic as he took in the gravity of the situation.

He glanced at you, his gaze softening as he reached out to gently touch your cheek, his thumb wiping away a stray tear.

“We need to get out of here,” he said firmly, his voice tinged with urgency. “I'll explain everything later, I promise. But right now, my priority is your safety.”

With a sense of determination, he helped you to your feet, keeping a protective arm around you, carrying you as you both made your way out of the warehouse, leaving the horrors behind you.

A man approached you both, dark haired, tall and blank look on his handsome face.

“I’ve secured the scene.”

Eris acknowledged the man with a nod of gratitude. “Your payment will be made in five minutes, good job. Sirius is in that room, I’ll leave you to it,” he said, his tone businesslike yet appreciative before leaving him to finish up as he carried you to the car.

At home, Eris helped you undress and get into the bath, staying nearby as he washed off the stress of the day. He was quiet but attentive, ensuring you felt safe and cared for throughout.

After you finished bathing, Eris handed you a fluffy towel and wrapped it around you gently, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. He scooped you up in his arms, carrying you back to bed as if you were the most delicate thing in the world.

You snuggled closer to Eris, feeling a mix of fear and fascination about his involvement in the mafia. “I want to understand more about what you do, Eris. How did you get involved in all of this?”

Eris sighed, his expression growing somber as he recounted his family's history. “It's been a part of my family for generations,” he began, his voice tinged with resignation.

“My father was deeply involved in it, and his father before him. It's like a legacy that's been passed down, whether we wanted it or not.”

You raised your eyebrows in shock, “You’re telling me professor Beron was a mafia boss?”

Eris nodded gravely. “Yes. He built our family's empire from the ground up after my grandfather nearly lost it all. But he also brought a lot of danger and darkness into our lives. I did not have a happy or safe childhood. None of my siblings did because he always made us turn on each other and make us betray each other. It was always a scheme or plot going on because he wanted to pass the business down to someone worthy in his twisted mind.”

“And now I've brought that same misery into your life,” he says, his voice heavy with regret. “I should have left you alone. You don't deserve this. You deserve better than me. Someone who can give you the life you deserve.”

“You're wrong,” you respond firmly, looking into his eyes. “I choose to be with you, Eris. I know who you are now, and I believe in the goodness in you. It was scary, yes, but you didn’t kidnap me, they did. And now they’re gone, you protected me. Listen, I love you but if you ever suggest me being with someone else, I’ll punch you.”

Eris's eyes soften as he listens to your words, a mixture of relief and gratitude washing over him. He pulls you closer, holding you tightly against him. "I love you too, and I promise I'll do everything in my power to keep you safe. Never again will you go through what you did today. I will make sure of it." he whispers, giving you a kiss with tenderness.

You break the kiss when a brilliant plan come to mind. “You know if you gave me a gun, i’d be protected forever.”

Eris chuckles softly, his fingers tracing soothing patterns along your back. “Yeah,” he says with a teasing glint in his eyes, “you'd look pretty fucking hot with a gun. I’ll teach you how to use one of the simpler ones.” He leans in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, his love for you evident in his actions.

“Perfect, I want you teaching me tomorrow, please.”

Eris smiles warmly at your enthusiasm. “Of course, I'll teach you everything tomorrow,” he promises. “But for now, let's focus on getting some rest. Tomorrow is a big day.” He tucks the blankets around you snugly, ensuring your comfort before leaning in to press a tender kiss to your forehead. “Sleep well, my love.”

So you do, in the comfort and safety of his warm embrace.

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[inkygloom]

jealous..shinobu x fem reader one shot.. perchance? ngl there's barely enough jealous shino here it's sad💔💔/j Only if you're comfortable of course, thank you! Have a nice day/evening.

Thank you so much for the request!! Hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it :3

Ship: Shinobu x reader

Genre: can't decide if this is fluff or angst... probably angst ig because as you might have guessed, Shinobu gets jealous in this one :0

Word Count: 905

Warnings: Rengoku, Tengen, Sanemi, and Obanai are kind of dicks in this one. But I image they didn't do it on purpose, they're just clueless. Except Obanai, he meant all of that. completely sfw c:

Sparring

"Honey?" Shinobu calls, peeking her head into your shared room within the Butterfly Mansion. When she doesn't find you there she walks around looking for you in every corner.

When she's searched nearly the entire mansion she stops just below the stairs. "Now where could she have gotten off to..." She asks quietly to no one in particular.

Deciding you couldn't have gotten far, she leaves the mansion and instead begins to walk through the grounds of the demon slayer corps.

She passes kakushi and demon slayers alike as she walks along the paved walkways, getting respectful bows from each. Though she ignores them in favor of keeping an eye out for you.

She passes the Master's residence and sees Mitsuri and Obanai talking out front. "Hello," She approaches, putting a hand up in greeting.

"Hi, Shinobu," Mitsuri turns excitedly to wave. "Me and Obanai were just talking about a recent battle between three of the new demon slayers and a powerful drum demon."

"Oh, I've heard. Anyway, do you know where my beloved is? I can't seem to find her."

Mitsuri hums and tilts her head in thought.

Obanai points a finger at her while taking a step back to take up a menacing stance. "You lost her? Unforgivable. You must never lose sight of the woman you love." He says angrily.

Mitsuri gasps and puts an arm out in front of him as if to shield them from each other. "Obanai! You can't say those things. Shinobu's girlfriend is her own person who can make her own decisions without Shinobu's permission," She scolds.

He kicks the dirt beneath his feet and hangs his head. His "right" is barely audible, but heard nonetheless.

Shinobu grits her teeth and closes her eyes as she responds. "That's big talk for a man who can't confess his feelings to the one he loves. Now, I asked if you've seen my darling. If you haven't I'll be on my way, yes?"

Mitsuri nods. "I haven't seen her recently. Have you, Obanai?" She turns to the man in question, to which he shakes his head.

With that, Shinobu continues walking, her good mood ruined. She manages to keep up her usual smile as she walks, though it's not easy.

She rounds a corner in the path to see Rengoku, Tengen, Giyuu, Sanemi, Muichiro, and her girlfriend standing around the large path of ground designated to sparring. Her face lights up and she picks up the pace.

Since you were talking to Tengen and looking up to do so, you notice her out of the corner of your eye. You turn around and catch her in a hug. "Hi, baby!" You say against her shoulder.

"Shinobu's here!" Rengoku's booming voice calls out, catching the other hashiras' attention.

Since she's now by your side, Shinobu's feeling much better. "What going on over here?" She asks, gesturing to the crowd of hashira.

Sanemi steps into the middle of the group, unsheathing his sword and raising it. "Tournament. Who's up against me next?"

"Wait, wait, wait. Since Shinobu's here we gotta restart, right?" Tengen asks, to which Rengoku nods enthusiastically. "Good idea!"

Giyuu nods, Sanemi grumbles, and Muichiro shrugs without a fight.

While the wind hashira steps out of the middle, Tengen and Rengoku turn to each other. "Wait," Tengen begins. "Who's fighting who then? I want to fight her because she's the flashiest, next to you, of course." He gestures to you.

"Sounds good to me. Even though I also wanted to fight her due to her elegant fighting style and how entertaining of an opponent she is, I'll leave her to you." Rengoku gives his best friend a thumbs up.

Shinobu gives them a stern look. "Well, shouldn't we ask her who she wants to fight first?"

Tengen just waves her off. "Like she'd want to fight someone else. Nobody's as flashy as me, and plus, she likes me the most, right?" He smiles cockily before putting an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side.

"Excuse me?" Shinobu starts, before promptly getting cut off.

Sanemi, who still has his sword unsheathed, points it at Tengen. "Hey! If it's entertainment we're looking for, she's obviously going to want me. Everybody knows she enjoys spending time with me anyway."

Something about his wording just ticked her off. 'She's obviously going to want me,' is the only thing Shinobu heard from Sanemi's statement. She pulls you away from Tengen, which wouldn't have been easy had she not been so mad, and marches off back down the pathway.

"Hey- woah," you squeak in surprise at Shinobu's sudden grip on your wrist. "What's wrong?"

Shinobu huffs as she listens to the men behind you make exclamations of surprise. Her anger is evident on her face, which is very unusual for her.

"They think you're so obsessed with them. I just couldn't listen to them argue over you." She stops walking near the place Mitsuri and Obanai had been before. "They're so annoying! They can't ever put their egos aside, can they?"

You frown as you watch her rub her temples and sigh. "Oh, Shinobu, It's ok. I promise I'd never choose any of them over you." You pull her into a hug.

"I just wish they'd shut up." She grumbles against your haori.

You nod and then gently pull away so you can cup her face and kiss the top of her head.

[candysimaginaryworld]

CRY BABY ➜ HAIKYUU

How the haikyuu boys comfort you when you’re crying! (gn!reader)

feat — Hajime Iwaizumi, Oikawa Tooru, Kuroo Tetsuro, and Sugawara Koshi

w.c: 5+ (i have no self control)

☾ content: an unnecessary amount of suggestive innuendos (not 18+ material but read at your own discretion nonetheless), mentions of insecurities, fluff, comfort and weed.

☾ note: i finally posted something and the fact that I rewrote this seventeen times is laughable (for reference, I started this on February the 19th) lmaoooo anyway—don’t be a stranger, reach out and tell me what you thought or request something! i love feedback! <3 

k.t

An absolute menace. If this man ever finds you crying, he will fight everyone and anyone within a six foot radius of you, regardless of it being their fault or not.

Kuroo is the kind of man that would smother you to the point where you are sick of him.

He’d be constantly checking in on you; making sure you’re eating right and staying hydrated (If he catches you munching on a bag of Cheetos and a half empty can of sprite, he’s cooking you a five course meal).

Don’t be surprised when his tall, lanky, body flails down the stairs in an attempt to make you laugh. When you ask him about it, he’ll tell you that his pain is worth your smile 😭 But then you’ll hit him for being a dumbass 🗿

His well-toned arms would wrap around your waist as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear; cute things like, “it’s okay baby, I know,” or “I’m here.”

Absolutely refuses to leave your side. You need to pee? He’s coming with you. There’s someone at the door? They can come back later. You need to go to work? No you don’t.

Once you finally calm down, he’ll ask you what was wrong with extreme caution. He tries not to push it—even though he desperately want to know what happened—so he’ll slyly slip in subtle questions every now and then to gain a better understanding of the situation.

In the end, he’ll ruin whatever soft moment you two had by making really bad puns and dad jokes.

If he’s in the middle of work and finds out you’re crying, this man is running out of wherever he is to come home to you. And when he’s overseas, he’s already hovering his thumb over the call button under your contact (which is so cutely named “doriyaki💔” based solely on the fact that you accidentally ate his when you two were dating. Thirteen years ago…in middle school. Mf never forgot.)

The type to bring you roses and takeout after work 💜

Sends you wholesome messages throughout the day, even if you’re in the same room:

K: Ik I tell you everyday but you’re my other half and I love you with my entire heart ♡ ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

Y: tetsu, you’re literally sitting right beside me—

K: I know

K: I just wanted to remind you ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

Does that really attractive thing where he gently rubs his thumb over your knuckles while you’re talking.

Coddles you like a child; won’t let you do ANYTHING without his supervision or approval.

He won’t typically cry when you’re sad but if he feels like it was his fault, he’s fucking crumbling. He can’t handle knowing he was the reason and would do anything to make up for it. Even if it means prancing around in that maid dress you bought him last year 🥲

He’ll offer you his weed pen and, if you’re lucky, you two will hot box in his car before hitting the nearest beach. The smell of the salty ocean air and indica filling your nose while Kuroo’s arms wrap around your waist is enough to make you forget about all your problems. And the way he looks into your eyes—dear god. The amount of love and adoration swirling in those dark pools of his has your heart hammering. How could you possibly cry when he looks at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world??

If you tell him you look ugly from all the crying, he’s cupping your face in his hands and telling you you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen and kissing you until you admit it.

Kuroo is a business man but he’s also incredibly family oriented and romantic. If he’s really busy and can’t immediately come to your aid, he’s decorating your entire living room later that night. The walls are decked out with blinking Christmas lights and the table littered with your favorite dishes, all ranging from sweet to spicy entrees and desserts. The first thing you notice isn’t the gorgeous decor of your otherwise plain apartment, it’s the dashingly handsome man kneeling in the doorway. In his gloved hands is a bouquet of flowers and in the other a glass of wine, smiling as if to say, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there before but I’m here now.”

His body has to be touching yours. Whether it be his hands on your neck or his legs on your thighs, there has got to be some sort of body heat between the two of you, not that you minded of course.

He’ll also make you a nice up of tea or coffee and offer you a warm blanket for cuddles. If you choose to take him up on his offer, he’s quick to kiss away your tears and burry your head in his chest. Nothing’s more important to him than these moments where he can be your comfort; your rock.

And as much as he hates seeing you cry…there’s something about that vulnerability that makes him feel one with you. Well, that and when he’s literally one with you but yk—

Just an overall sweetheart when he finds you crying to yourself.

“Listen to my heartbeat, love. You hear that? Yeah, that’s the sound of me having a heart attack—don’t ever scare me like that again...you okay now?”

Overall a solid 8.5/10, he’s an amazing cuddle buddy and doesn’t invalidate your feelings but he can’t help but tease you too. It’s nothing major but little condescending jokes here and there end up pissing you off and leaves him in the dog house 🥲

o.t

His very first instinct is to find out what happened.

The second is to stop you from crying—as much as he loves seeing your tears in the bedroom—he can’t stand to see them when you’re upset. It breaks his heart :((

He’d rather see you cry on his cock :(((

He so desperately wants to cry alongside you but he’s too afraid to reveal his vulnerability so he scrunches up his face and hides in your shoulder to conceal his tears. He’ll 100% deny it too if you bring it up.

Actually a huge sweetheart when it comes down to it. He’s tending to your every need, treating you like royalty and even cooking for you!

He would let you do whatever you want. Unlike Tetsuro, Tooru is the kind of comforter that encourages you to do whatever you want to make yourself feel better. Hell, he’ll even join you if you let him. Even if there’s something he’s not particularly fond of, he’s putting his distaste aside and doing it for you 💜

The kind of person to reenact the entire Romeo and Juliet play in the middle of the living room by HIMSELF—or with Iwaizumi—just to make you laugh.

Endless teasing. It doesn’t matter if you’re crying about something serious or something stupid, this dumbass would say the most out of pocket things at the WORST times, sometimes without meaning too.

Would let you braid his hair and do his makeup if you promised not to show anyone. But when he’s not looking, you’d sneakily send filtered pictures to the Argentina group chat.

@OfficialY/N: [[attached an image: 5]]

@OfficialY/N: my boyfriend looks so pretty :)

@TheBestRomero: lmaooooo posting this rn

@OfficialY/N: I—

‘@TheBestRomero tagged @MilkBread and @OfficialY/N in a post!’

@TheBestRomero: Never looked better @MilkBread! Everyone, thank @OfficalY/N for the photo ;)

@OfficialY/N: 🗿

“Y/NNNNNN!!!”

“Shit.”

His own insecurities fuel him. He puts himself down a lot, saying he doesn’t deserve someone like you and often spends his nights away from you crying about it. Instead of going out to celebrate his win with his teammates, he coupes himself up in his hotel room and makes silly little edits of you that no one will ever see. He understands how you feel, more than you ever would know, but he’d never openly confess it. Instead, he uses his insecurities to comfort you. No one could make you feel as warm as he does even if they tried.

Thinks it’s all his fault so he often apologizes on his behalf even if it has nothing to do with him.

This man lives in constant fear that one day you’ll just up and leave him—just like in his last relationship—so he lives everyday reminding you just how much he loves you.

Scatters random love letters and post-it notes around your shared apartment, his favorites being, “I love you my little milk-bread stealer” and “remember when we shared a kiss at the altar? me either, let’s make that memory together :)”

Sends you gifts from his travels. As cliché and romanticized as it is, he’ll write you post cards from wherever he is because sometimes a simple text isn’t enough.

Shyly suggests to take you out on a date to make you feel better. He feels the most vulnerable here so if you decide to tease him a little bit he’s pouting for the rest of the night. It’s 100% worth it though to see this gorgeous man’s plump lips puffed out as he brattily glares at you through his thick eyelashes 😩

If someone hurt you, Oikawa is immediately all over it. He isn’t extremely violent, nor has he ever been, but when it comes to you he’s willing to throw hands with just about anyone. However, if it’s a body builder three times his size, he’ll most likely call up Daichi and Iwaizumi to help him 😅

Checks in on you every so often. Since his job has him overseas a lot, he’s hardly home but he always makes the effort. He catches wind that you’re crying while he’s in Peru? He’s FaceTiming you almost immediately, no matter where he is or what he’s doing. Once he even FaceTimed you in the middle of a preliminary match.

(^We all know that oikawa was single because his ex-girlfriend said he spent too much time playing volleyball so I think he’s extra cautious about his time because he’s so scared that you—the absolute love of his life—is bound to leave him for the same reason. You wouldn’t, of course, but he’s mindful of it regardless 😭)

Hesitantly lays you on his lap, moving slowly to make sure you’re comfortable. If you make no effort to move away, he’ll lean into your touch and rub soothing circles on your shoulders:

Oikawa’s movements are silent. He’s gently pulling the collar of your oversized shirt passed your shoulders and gently pressing his lips against your neck. His kisses are soft, eagerly trying to cover every inch of your skin as you let out shaky sobs.

“It’s okay, beautiful,” he cooes, nuzzling his nose into your hair as his hands run up and down your sides, “I’m here for you. Everything will be alright now, I promise.”

Would definitely stick his tongue out cutely at you, threatening to kitten lick your tears away unless you stop crying. He probably wouldn’t do that because that’s kind of gross but it makes you laugh anyway.

Constant reassurance. He would tell you all the right things to make you feel loved and secure in his warm arms 💕

Posts “my s/o is sad so i am too :(” on his Instagram with a picture of you crying in his lap. Your face isn’t shown in the picture but the way you buried your face into his torso easily gave you away.

^ You’re beating his ass after that.

Depending on how bad you’re crying, Oikawa will either gently hold you in his arms with his fingers gliding through your hair or he’s silently listening to you rant. He might not have the answer to everything but he sure as hell is good at giving advice and listening. He’ll give you everything you need and more.

He even wears the cologne you love so that you can smell it when you cuddle him to sleep.

If he’s home pray to god for mercy 😭 he’s not letting you out of his sight, let alone out of his arms. Much like Kuroo, he has to be touching you. Doesn’t matter where or how, physical contact is an absolute must for you two (it’s his primary love language).

Let’s be honest, this cocky mother fucker would use this as an opportunity to turn you on. Like I said, he loves seeing you cry in the bedroom so once he sees your red eyes, tear-stained cheeks and smudged eyeliner, all blood rushes to his head. He gets so dizzy he physically can’t think of anything else. Once he feels that you’re starting to feel a little better, he’s jumping into action. His hands are snaking from your waist to the inside of your thighs, gently kneading your skin as his hot breath tickles the back of your neck.

“You look so fucking gorgeous when you cry, precious…I wanna see more. What do you say? Will you let me take care of you?”

^🦋🦋🦋

Would 100% send you pictures of cute dogs and himself

If you’re wearing makeup that gets ruined after you’re crying, he’ll touch it up for you as best as he can and if you’re being honest it’s better than what you normally do.

Tries to make you brownies but quickly remembers he doesn’t know how to bake for shit and nearly burns down your kitchen ☺️

Willingly gives you his milk bread in hopes of cheering you up

The kind of man to head to a bakery or flower shop before seeing you, getting you only the best things he could possibly find.

He’s a pretty good listener and would make connections to his own life to let you know that you’re not alone <3

“Please don’t cry, baby, what’s wrong? Want me to run to the store and get you something?”

5.5/10. He’s just too much of a drama queen to handle the situation 100% seriously

Overall an 8/10. He knows when to be serious so when you’re crying about something important, you better believe he’s going to be all over it. There wouldn’t be an ounce of joking or teasing in his voice until he sees a smile on that beautiful face of yours <3 (but then right after he’s back to calling you a crybaby 🗿)

s.k

Immediately panics, no matter how big or small the issue is. He doesn’t even have the gall to hide it, he practically has a mental breakdown in the middle of the living room and asks you what happened and if he needs to get the cops involved. (Sure on the court Suga was the best at keeping everyone calm but what happens when he can’t be calm? All hell breaks loose 💀)

Once he gets over his initial shock, he’s quick to react. He’ll do subtle sweet things like running you a warm bath with aroma therapy or giving you massages with essential oils—anything to keep your mind and body at ease 💕

More times than not, during your bath, he’ll pull up a chair and start scrubbing shampoo into your hair. Even though he’s not a masseuse, he might’ve been in his past life with how perfect his technique is 😩

The kind of man that would make you homemade pastries when you’re sad. Just imagine crying your eyes out in a dimly lit bedroom and Suga comes in with a dopey smile on his face and a plate full of apple flavored cream puffs. What’s better than that??

Would give you one of his hoodies since he knows you love the smell of his vanilla and citrus shampoo.

Professionally sings the song, “under the sea,” from The Little Mermaid. He’ll encourage you to sing with him and if you do, Suga’s heart swells. Doesn’t matter if your voice cracks or if you can’t sing, he just loves the fact you’re trying. (If anyone gets the reference—you’re hot.)

Wouldn’t hesitate to call Daichi if he suspects someone has been harassing you in any way, shape or form:

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“Y/N’s crying.”

“Huh?”

“Y/N is crying.”

“Who is—hold on. Is this Sugawara-san?”

“Yeah.”

A sigh could be heard on the other side of the phone.

“…just a minute, I’ll send you over to Daichi-san.”

“Thank you.”

Click.

“Hello?”

“Daichi, Y/N’s crying.”

“…I told you not to call me at work, Suga—”

“But it’s important! I think someone is harassing them! They came home from work and wouldn’t stop crying! I think it has something to do with that bastard Kumura from sales!”

“….the one with the boat?”

“The one with five.”

“Shit,” a lot of rustling and the jangling of keys could be heard, “ETA 10.”

ETA: Estimated Time of Arrival

Makes you rest in bed for days. You developed a small headache from the crying and as soon as you mentioned it to your fiancé, he was immediately treating you like a sick child incapable of taking care of themselves.

Constantly uses pet names like it’s a mantra, so much to the point where you think he might have forgotten your real name.

He’ll even hit up the pretty setter squad to support you. They’ll all make sure you are laughing and smiling in no time! However, if he notices a certain blonde setter getting a little too close to what’s rightfully his, he won’t hesitate to grab you by the waist and establish his boundaries:

“Ooh, a new outfit,” Atsumu hums, gently running his fingers past the light blue material of your shirt, making you jump slightly in surprise. He chuckles, tilting his head to the side and grins cheekily, “hehe sorry, honey. Ya just look real pretty.”

You turn around and take notice of his lingering gaze on your body, making you shake your head and offer him a goofy smile. You were used to the twins’ blatant advances toward you, knowing full well he enjoyed teasing you any chance he got—especially if he found out you were feeling down. In a strange way, it was his way of comforting you.

“Hey ‘sumu,” you laugh sheepishly, taking a small step back from the flirtatious setter’s advances only for him to close the gap again, “how’ve you been?”

“Better now. I finally get to see ya, precious.”

Strike one.

“Precious? Well that’s a new one,” you snort, crossing your arms and keeping your eyes level with his, “where’s your brother?”

Atsumu’s eyes wander from your eyes to your slightly exposed chest right down to your thighs.

Strike two.

“He’s in tha back gettin’ firewood. Wanna go ‘round and see what trouble we can find, sweetheart?”

Strike three.

Suga wastes no time in pushing past his old orange-haired kohai and stalking up to the two of you, having seen the entire interaction before it even began. The blonde setter feels a sudden rush of cold air cascade down his spine but chooses to ignore it, big mistake. Not even a second later, the source of his discomfort is standing right in front of him, grabbing you by the waist and quickly pressing his lips against yours. You jolt, feeling Suga’s tongue prod against your lips as he stares right at you, as if to say, “keep your eyes only on me.”

Yeah, Atsumu left soon after lmao (forgive me—idk how to write the way atsumu talks 😭😂)

Being as artistic and crafty as he is, he attempts to paint a portrait of you. Initially, he was saving it for your anniversary but once he sees the crocodile tears streaming down your face, he decides to give it to you early.

Magic hands. It doesn’t matter where this man touches you, if his hands are anywhere near your body, expect a massage that’ll have you drooling. There’s just something about his soft yet firm touch that makes you fold. It doesn’t help that he knows all the places that make you squirm either.

Would cover your face in cute stickers for no real reason at all. You don’t have kids but because of Koshi’s job as an elementary school teacher, he’ll always have at least a pocketful of cute stickers his kids give him.

Gently pokes you on the side of your stomach, chanting, “negativity begone!”

Says things to himself as if you aren’t in the room. He’ll up and say, “I really wish that my amazing partner was happy! What could I, their oh-so-amazing fiancé, do in this a dire situation!” Which usually ends up with you giggling into his chest.

Makes you tea, coffee, or hot cocoa depending on your preference but is always so extra about it. Your tea would have honey and lemon served with a lemon bar, your coffee would have latte art severed with a slice of toffee cake and your hot cocoa would have marshmallows served with a s’more 💕

Just lays with you until you decide to speak. He’s really considerate of other people’s feelings, especially yours, so he would embrace you in his arms and waits until you’re ready to talk.

Gets his entire elementary class to do something for you. The next day after you’re crying, he’ll tell his kids that you’re not feeling well so he wants them to make something nice for you during arts and crafts time. Expect plenty of cute little hand-drawn cards, necklaces, and macaroni art.

Constant videos of him interacting with the kids. He’ll be dancing with one of the girls, playing catch with one of the boys or even singing with the whole class. It’s the cutest thing ever to see him messing around with them 😭

Just a super considerate sweetheart who holds you on a pedestal.

“Take as long as you need, honey, I’m not going anywhere.”

1000000000/10. I don’t make the rules, he’s the best. No further debate 😭

i.h

Bless it be the lucky son of a bitch that gets to cry into Hajime’s huge, tattooed, biceps 🙏🏻

As soon as Hajime sees your tears it’s all over. He immediately jumps to the conclusion that someone hurt you and unless you tell him otherwise, he’s planning someone’s murder checking in with all your friends and family to see if they know anything.

(Very concerned and devoted husband 10/10)

As soon as he gets an understanding of the situation he approaches you more sensitively, gently asking you what’s wrong while he wipes your tears away. The last thing he’d want to do is make you feel worse of course.

The kind of comforter that’ll load you into his pick up truck and take you out on a late-night drive through the city.

He’ll come home from work ready for a night of classical music and body oil. As much as he refuses to admit it, he loves these moments. The evenings he gets to spend with you, stripped of all clothing, completely and utterly bare to him just so he can take care of you makes him feel whole. The feeling the warmth of your body under his touch gives him reassurance that you’re okay so as much as it helps you it also helps him. (It’s a completely sexless endeavor full of non-sexual love. He’s gently rubbing oil into your tense muscles, just wanting to make you feel better—he’d never take advantage of your vulnerability.)

Hajime’s day job as an athletic trainer requires him to know a lot about the body so the massages he gives you are absolutely mouth watering 😩 (sometimes you even pretend you’re sad just to get a full body massage)

When you look at him with those big, gorgeous, doe eyes of yours—brimmed with tears nonetheless—he swoons. He thinks you’re such a pretty crier and would tell you that without hesitation.

Randomly tapes passive aggressive letters to your bathroom mirror 😭

“Stop crying, you look like a gremlin. Love you ♡”

“Take a shower stinky, you’ve been in bed for days.”

“Idc if you’re sad, you better not watch 90 day fiancé without me.”

^and once he’s done being a little shit 🙄 he’s forcing you to cuddle him on the couch like the huge softie he is 💕

Shyly offers to cook you dinner. The adorable little blush on his tan cheeks as he shuffles into the kitchen wearing nothing but his boxers and a “kiss the cook” apron leaves little to imagination. At that point, you’re hardly crying anymore, all you can think about is how fast you can get him off under those pretty pink ruffles.

Playfully picks fights with you. You’ll have a small stain on your shirt that Hajime notices and he’s teasing you about it 😭 like you’re crying and he’s just like “babe…did you have mochi without me? How could you?” And you’re just there like 🧍‍♀️

His arms. That’s it. That’s your comfort.

Rubs the upper parts of your cheeks with his thumbs, removing the tears from your face before they fall. He hates seeing you cry, it makes him feel like he failed to protect you.

The kind of man that’ll play the song you two danced to at your wedding. The both of you gently swaying to the music as your daughter, Asaka, comes running in, doing her own little dance with her little bunny rabbit 😭

Like Tooru, Hajime will randomly send you selfies throughout the day. Most of them are either really out of focus or just plain dorky but they make you smile nonetheless. (A lot of them are just him flexing in the mirror at the gym)

Gives you his Godzilla™ hoodie then gets mad at you for wetting it 🗿

Takes your daughter out of school early to surprise you at work.

Asks Oikawa to play a few practice matches with you when he’s in town, knowing how much you enjoyed watching the Argentinian play:

“Iwaizumi,�� the brown-haired setter rushes off to the side of the court, catching you and your husband laughing at something by the bleachers. It was like high school all over again—the image of young Hajime trying to pick you up in the gym suddenly flashed in his mind.

Both you and Hajime turn.

“Yes, ‘kawa?”

“What’s up, shittykawa?”

Two completely different responses.

“Oh,” Oikawa reels back in embarrassment, cheeks glowing red as his eyes flickered back and forth between you and your husband, “I keep forgetting you two have the same last name. Still haven’t gotten used to it.”

You both share a quick, knowing glance, before bursting out into fits of laughter. That’s right, you remembered, watching Hajime strike up a conversation with his best friend with a look akin to annoyance, you were an Iwaizumi. The realization almost made you start crying again. Almost.

If you have long hair, Hajime is using one of your daughter’s hair ties and putting your hair up in a ponytail so your tears won’t stick to your bangs.

Constantly poking your cheeks. He just loves the feeling of your soft skin in his hands so he’ll knead at the small squish in between his palms until you’re muffling your words. He does this a lot when you’re crying so you stop talking and breathe.

Loads up animal crossing on your matching Nintendo Switches (you both have the limited edition green and blue one) and gives you cute things he finds around his island like white cosmos and blue sea shells 😭 he’s also the kind of person that would spend all day setting up a ocean-side cafe in game to surprise you on a little animal crossing date 🥺💕

^(idk man, the idea of seeing hajime spending hours perfecting the ideal picnic spot has my heart all warm and shit. For reference, your date spots would look something like this 😭😭)

Practically force feeds you if he suspects you haven’t been eating well.

Tickles you 😭 this man would be a menace if he finds you crying. He’s pulling out the “tickle monster” card and chasing your ass around the house until he’s got you trapped underneath him. Your daughter thinks it’s a game and joins him 🗿 the little traitor—

The kind of man who’ll prioritize you above all else. Everything that isn’t you become irrelevant and the only thing on his mind is how he could possibly make you feel better.

“Hey hon, want me to take the day off? We can go to that amusement park you and Asa are always talkin’ about.”

11/10. Hajime just has a comforting aura around him that makes you instantly feel at home. The combination of his biceps wrapped around your waist, his natural scent of oak, and the gentle rain pattering against the hard-panned window is all too perfect 💜

I ran out of ideas lmfao

||Requests Open||

[akaakeis]

gnawing at my nails rn i miss my bf (i dont have one) how do u pick like,,, one person to selfship with bc⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

like there r so many options ushijima i dont even know who's my favourite character rn ushijima like guys☹️⁉️⁉️

BUT I cant wait for savyaku😼😼😼😼😼 SOCUTE

goshiki is my babey though he is sososososososososo cute and i would want him irl and i bet i could even pull him irl toooo

yk what this type of starting is called! a HOOK sentence cuz u got HOOKED and now ur reading this long ass ask. WAIT FUCJ mattsun guys hear me out here ANYWAYS. HRU SAV!!!!!!!!!!!! its 4am for yew rn right!!

anyways.. its 4pm havent had lunch yet am so fucking tired but soft rice.. soft white rice.... i want to sleep but rice....... call me basic but soft white rice is the best fucking thing in the entire world right after u. teacher gave my english composition an 80 i think ill end up on the news. i just stood up abruptly and the world went 🌀🌀🌀🌀 should i be worried..!!!!

THERE WAS AN OWL ON OUR ROOF THE OTHER DAY SO COOL i almost started writing akaashi hurt comfort (???) at school today but i didnt get time and now im Too Tired :(

im reading and the mountains echoed by khaled hosseini and erm. the plot is so questionable at times like wdym the guy was in love with his chauffeur wdym she tried to kill her sister and changed her mind last second so it was only paralysis but its ok bc she killed her fr next time. wdym this one girl dated her moms ex and then married her friend's ex like guys.. guys i have Questions..

IDK IF U READ JJK MANGA BUT U SHOULD READ JJK MANGA

i cant wait for ur birthday #weirdkidthings Im So Funny Guys Im So Funny

im going to sleep so hard tonight grrgrgrhrgrg i had ice cream on the way home from school YUM and then math kid era p2 i finished this one thinf before everyone else even started and the teacher asked if i did it qt home cuz wtf. ew now i remember her using her nail to create indentations in the paper and i feel nauseous my skin is crawling

WHATEVER eRmmrmrm im sitting on the stairs rn hashtag procrastination ahahahahah ive been writing this and zoninf out for the past 7 minutes yyyyyippeeee

im so tired guys let me sleeeep

my parenrs were supposed to find baby gender today but the little shit kept its legs shut and didnt let them see (just like me frl)

correction im lying on the stairs rn ..

honestly me x goshiki would be Bomb why is he so unpopular all his fics are mid or questionable so far,,,, anyways. konoha is so beautiful i would want him excpet i have like no grip on his character so #tweaks. i hate andrew tate so fkn much. i cant wait till i turn 16 idk i feel like life will be significantly cooler then. anyways bb i take my leave gotta go eat lunch

i hope youve eaten by the time ur reading this!!! stay hydrated and safe and dm me to be silly together whenever >:]]]]] i hope u have a WONDERFUL day sav!! ily <3

look at my man hes so gorgeous btw

alina... bf... :D alright then! umumumummm honestly there were many characters that i wanted to do a selfship with but i didnt want to be self shipping with the same character that someone im following consistently self ships with LMAO cause i feel like it gets weird for me at that point cause all the hcs in my head get mixed up? ANYWAY i just think of selfships with any character im hyperfixating on at that very moment... in fact my selfship very well may change!!!

anyway since im replying after you decided on yuulina... NOYA AGHHH U GUYS WILL BE SO CUTE TOGETHER!!! IM UR NO 1 SUPPORTER THIS IS YUULINA SUPPORT CENTRAL‼️‼️‼️

savyaku sounds so funny i need to thank of something that sounds better stop rn 💔 BUT I LOVE HIM SO SO SO SO SO MUCH IM SUPER EXCITED TO DO SOME SELFSHIP STUFF :))

u would so pull goshiki irl 🙂‍↕️

HELP thanks for the english lesson lina 😭 those terms always make me shudder because they were drilled into my head in my college comp class it was horrifying. and NO not mattsun i do NOT approve of that at this point in time!!!! AND IM OKAY!! tired as hell and i have 3 projects to work on <3 (i stacked my classes this year, im not proud.) IT IS NOW 3 PM AS I ANSWER THIS ASK SO SORRY IT TOOK ME LIKE 12 HOURS WOAH

honestly u were probably tired because you didn't eat but i digress... AND SOFT WHITE RICE HAS MY HEART IT MAY BE AN ASIAN THING?? and awh stawp😋 ARE WE TALKING ABOUT THE ENGLISH TEACHER THAT YOU CORRECTED IN CLASS? THE ONE THAT CANT SPEAK AS WELL AS YOU?? insanity 😨 i may end up on the news as well. AND YOURE PROBABLY HUNGRY AND DEHYDRATED GO EAT AND DRINK WATER IF YOU HAVENT ALREADY WHAT??? PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!!

WHAT AN OWL ON THE ROOF THATS SUPER COOL!! bro i love owls :( and ugh i get what u mean i feel like sometimes the time just slips away... but its okay! you'll have time at some later date <3 make sure you rest enough!!

guys what my jaw just dropped?? THOSE WERE THE MOST RANDOM PLOT POINTS YOU COULDVE LEFT ME WITH. NOW IM JUST CONFUSED? KINDA WANNA READ IT NOW (my readlist has 100+ books on it)...

AND IVE READ SOME OF IT BUT IM NOT UP TO DATE RN I HAVENT HAD MUCH TIME TO CATCH UP RECENTLY

im excited for your bday too!! im trying to math away the time differences in my head so like i would dm at 12 pm the day before your bday so i would catch u at midnight i THINK.

i hope u are having an AMAZING sleep rn alina!!! and u are so smart <3 barf ur teacher needs to stop doing that thats lowk unsanitary? in my book

HELP ME NOT THE JS LIKE ME FR 😭😭 hopefully u guys are able to figure out the gender soon!! im so excited for you guys <33

goshiki is under appreciated as a character honestly and i think its cause of his fuckass haircut 😭 NO OFFENSE TO YOU WHATSOEVER IM SORRY!! HES CUTE BUT THE HAIR IS NOT FOR ME. when i saw him shirabu AND tendou i was like "what the HELL is wrong with shiratorizawa they are all fucked" no they werent they had semi and ushijima BUT THAT WAS FIRST IMPRESSION ANYWAY also konoha UGRHSHSBNDMSJABD hes so!!! so!!! yeah!!! i love him sm... also how did we get on the topic of andrew tate hes such a weird guy i dont like him 💀 AND SO REAL im excited to be 16 <3

AND I HAVE!! make sure u eat something nutritious before school! and drink some water!! i hope your day is lovely <3 ily!!

[couchie]

as an on-and-off elbow crutch user, lemme tell yall abt my experiences

it got kinda long so im putting it in the read-more

it slows you down

especially in stairs, you have to put both your feet in one step to go to the next. that means it takes me twice the time to go up or down stairs than an abled bodied person, and that is when they're not speeding

you really cant speed much, be it on flat road or on stairs. it doesnt speed u up much and the only thing that happens is you get tired from using so much effort

people having to wait for you makes you self-conscious, even if they are understanding about it

carrying anything is a nightmare. backpacks can throw your balance off. you cannot hang a bag on the handles of your crutches cause you have to LIFT those bitches. and if you're only using one crutch, carrying the bag in the empty hand also throws you off balance

you only have a maximum of one hand available at all times

you need people to get out of the way. you need more moving space and standing space for moving with crutches

the crutches make your hands sore. you're carrying your weight with them after all. you can need to take a moment to rest only to soothe your palms, even if your legs arent tired

sitting is always a hassle with leg injuries, and that becomes a bigger mess when you need to also find a non-obstructive place to put your crutches to. they need to be easily accessible to you

standing up is also very hard. it depends on what your disabilities are but the faster you find a way to comfortably stand up, the better

people *will* try and take your crutches. Do Not do that. i dont care if you're fascinated by them or if you wanna play around and swing urself or if u wanna hold onto them while i sit. unless i explicitly ask you to, do Not take my crutches. and if you do, don't set it down anywhere, hand it off to somebody else, or leave it somewhere i cant get to. wait for further instructions. do i want you to put them at somewhere specific? do i want you to give them back to me? do what i want you to with them, nothing more and nothing less

people get curious and it gets really tiring to answer the same questions. i dont owe you an explanation and i dont want your curiosity or your pity

yes it's real sad that your distant relative also had one accident so they had to use crutches too. yeah there are canes and underarm crutches and wheelchairs but this is what i am using. yes people may need them for different reasons and it's not your place to judge or question it. can i please keep walking?

crutches get dirty from being used everywhere and the handles sweaty from your palms and they need cleaning

you will get looks no matter what aid you are using

idk if it's just me but going downhill is very hard with crutches. uphill too but when it's downhill i'm also afraid of falling and rolling downhill 😭

getting in and out of cars is a hassle. btw, for safety, you should put your crutches on the ground under your feet

acquiring a shower stool might just be what you need. also get non-slip plastic rugs to lay on the bathtub/shower floor. getting someone to help you shower isnt shameful

if you drop something, woe is you. where do you put your crutches? how do you crouch to get them? the best thing to do, in that case, is to ask for help. people wont mind, believe me. and if you're alone, be careful and take your time

creaky crutches are the worst💔💔

being able to walk without crutches doesnt mean ur faking. not having more pain without crutches doesnt mean ur faking. stop being so hard on yourself

it's not our duty to educate people. if you're so curious go do a basic google search before questioning me. because, consider how many times i get the same questions in the same day

seeing another mobility aid user brings a sense of belonging and you bring the same feeling to people without visible disabilities

be unapologetically yourself. take up space. dont be sorry for needing aid

take care. i love you 🫶

[kayla-marie-writes]

Here we go, episode 6 of My Demon. First of all, can we talk about how well the killer disguises himself with those masks?! If it wasn't for the back of his neck, I wouldn't have known. Granted, the last one he used was too obvious. Aw, Mr.IDontHaveFeelings had to run up the stairs! (He's still adorable, he just needs to figure himself out!) I hope we find out why the killer was sent after her, as she hasn't been caught up in whatever bullsh-aw no, the second male lead walking in on a moment trope.🥹 Well, at least he didn't walk away, making assumptions. I like that. COMMUNICATION! Now...I'm exposing my love of crossover fanfiction when I say this: If Lee Sang-yi tapped into his Bloodhounds character, this shit would be over IMMEDIATELY! 🤣 OOOH. The two men are talking. My feet aren't kicking or anything at all...ACK THE PROPOSALS!!! That's a lot to put on a girl after a near-death experience. Who would you choose? By the way. I LOVE Ga-yeong. As a "mere human", she puts the fear of God in Gu-won. I also love his assistant. He's so sweet! AHHHHHH Seok-hun💕💕💕💕💕🥰🥰🥰🥰🤩!!! They have natural chemistry, but I know how this ends. Is HE CONFESSING?!?!?! OMG!!!!! WHY. IS. HE. SO. Wait. I was eating...so she went to the groundbreaking thing, now she's in her dress. Who did she PICK?! The actress who plays Chairwoman Ju...she was the bright light in Strong Girl Nam-soon. Hm. But I wonder if the truth about her parent's death will come to light. UGH, I HATE HER FAMILY🤬! WHY is everyone plotting against Do-hee? Wait, so she chose-oh-my poor Seok-hun! Even after CONFESSING?! 💔. Again, nothing against LMAO I was caught off-guard, and the demon said, "I didn't agree to eternity." LOOK THAT CREEPY ASS BROTHER KNOWS SUMN!!!! Sigh. My feels. My poor Seok-hun.😕 I have no sympathy for Star Jin. I just. I don't care. Ohhh, the neat-freak trope. But with powers. I need this. Aw, she wanted the blouse from when they first met?? I think the killer is Creepy Boi's father! HOLLUP! Don't tell me...they met in a past life. There's a connection that explains how she gained his powers. Of course, he's unstable. And I said what I SAID: Woo-jin would END his ass! (This is a sign...I need to rewatch Bloodhounds). I've been watching a LOT of romance, I am recovering from Love Between Fairy and Devil. Action dramas will help me. Annnd we end with the "caught kissing, because we are DEFINITELY not spying on you", thing. Cute. This drabble was all over the place. I'm okay with it. Ooh, SEE THE POWER DIDN'T WORK WITH HIM AROUND OMFG😱😱😱😱 WHAT. IS. HE?!?!

[birchwoodbark]

@shmorp-mcdurgen

ive scrapped the forgiven au idea but i wrote a little thing for fun lol

probably out of character but.

TW: body horror, character death, blood, implied suicide. ask to tag if you need to.

(still dunno how to do the 'read more' thing 💔)

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"CESAR, YOU BASTARD! I KNOW YOU'RE NOT THAT THING ON THE OTHER SIDE OF MY DOOR. YOU FUCKING TRICKED ME!" Mark yelled into his phone, "I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH LONGER I CAN FUCKING TAKE THIS. YOU'RE THE REASON I'M GOING TO DIE. YOU AND ALL THE POLICE. I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY."

He ended the voicemail, throwing his phone across his room.

[...]

Cesar almost immediately played the voicemail, the volume startling him. Disturbing laughter was in the background, sounding almost just like him.

He suddenly found himself running to Mark's house as fast as he could. His breathing was rather heavy by the time he arrived. His suit was ruined, it wasn't meant to be run in. That didn't matter. He knew an alternate was in Mark's house but he had to do something. He needed to help Mark. His best friend would do the same for him. He tried to open the door only to find it barricaded. He saw a broken window but he knew the glass would slice his hands up. That didn't matter. He went through it anyway.

He looked around briefly before bolting up the stairs. He skidded to a stop as he realized he was too late. Blood was everywhere. He didn't need to see Mark to know he was dead.

He fell to his knees and began crying, hugging himself. The voicemail echoed through his mind.

Mark would never know he tried to help.

The alternate was still there but he was too distraught to acknowledge its existence.

Suddenly, the alternate shoved past him, running off. He looked up to see what drove it to fleeing. The sight made his blood far colder than ice.

Mark was staring down the hallway. He was scared, the right side of his face cracking like glass. The bloody shards fell onto the floor.

His eye… his… his teeth…

"M–Mark…?" Cesar squeaked.

A sudden, brief cacophony of screams frightened the two of them. Mark was evidently scared and angry.

"I'm—I'm sorry, Mark. I heard your voicemail and I–I ran… I thought I could help y–you or s–somehow save you o–or something… I'm sorry, I was too late… I'm so sorry, Mark…"

Mark looked at Cesar's bleeding hands, his ruined suit, dirtied dress shoes… Cesar valued those things greatly.

How would he play the piano if his hands healed poorly?

His suit and shoes were expensive. He only had the one, he couldn't afford another.

He was wearing his favorite dress shoes.

He sacrificed his favorite things trying to help him.

Mark stiffly walked to Cesar and hugged him. Cesar was scared for a moment before understanding that Mark had forgiven him.

"...Thank you, Mark…"

[galaxyedging]

So… trying to ✍️write 🎀fluff, are we? 🤔

With that ☝️single 🧫diseased 🥴horny 🧠neuron you got up in that otherwise-empty noggin? 💭

I know that 💔challenge all too well, my friend… Need a prompt? 🙏

I would love a soft, sweet fic, the morning after my 1-year anniversary of dating Jack… I wake up to the smell of blueberry pancakes and the sounds of a Dolly Parton record playing on the turntable. 💖

When I stumble out of the bedroom, my lovely beau grabs wraps soft, sleepy me in a big hug, and then proceeds to dance me around the living room, crooning cheekily at me and shaking that tiny little butt, making me laugh 😍

That do anything for ya? 😘

I'm still not 100% there with the fluff but you envoked Dolly so I had to write something for that angel of a woman.

Here You Come Again

Here you come again

Just when I've begun to get myself together

You waltz right in the door, just like you've done before

And wrap my heart 'round your little finger 

With your head still hazy from sleep you pad down the stairs. The sweet smell of Jack's famous Blueberry pancakes meets you halfway. Dolly's dulcet tones shake your memories from last night. 

Here you come again

Just when I'm about to make it work without you

You look into my eyes and light those dreamy eyes

And pretty soon, I'm wondering how I came to doubt you

Your anniversary dinner had gone cold while you waited for Jack. The chocolate cake you baked for dessert had been angrily eaten on your bed strewn with rose petals. It only took those big doe eyes peeking apologetically around the bedroom door in the early hours of the morning for your anger to disappear. It was replaced with relief that Jack was safely home. He'd kissed you deeply and promised that it was worth him missing dinner. Holding you in his arms he promised he would explain everything in the morning.

All you gotta do is smile that smile

And there go all my defences

Just leave it up to you and in a little while

You're messing up my mind and filling up my senses

There was no doubt in your mind that Jack was telling you the truth about him only missing dinner for something important as you stepped down into the open plan living room keen to find out what had kept him from you. The sight before you stopped you in your tracks.

Here you come again

Looking better than a body has a right to

And shaking me up so that all I really know is here you come again, and here I go

Jack is plating up the pancakes. His hips sway to the music. His perfect little ass framed by his jeans wiggles as he moves. Catching you staring over his shoulder, he shakes it a little more for effect before setting down the pan in the centre of the table and stalking towards you. The whole thing makes you giggle as his arms are wrapped tightly around you in a hug as he spins you. Dolly is long forgotten as he twirls you to the rhythm of his own beat before pulling you in close to sway you. 

His neat moustache tickles as he presses kisses all over your face. "How did I get so damn lucky? I'm sorry about last night, Darlin'. I had some important paperwork to finalise."

Sleep was still tugging at you. Resting against his warm body you almost don't register his words. "Mmm." Is all you respond.

"I had to get Champ to sign off on my early retirement."

"What?!" Your mind whirls. Jack can't leave Statesman. His work is too important. Seeing the cogs turning in your head he gives you a bright smile.

All you gotta do is smile that smile

And there go all of my defences

Just leave it up to you and in a little while

You're messing up my mind and filling up my senses.

"Your work is important, Jack." You finally get out.

"It is but I'm not the only one that can do it. Let some younger buck take care of it. Besides, I can't make an honest woman out of you when I'm hardly ever here, can I?"

Here you come again

Looking better than a body has a right to

And shaking me up so that all I really know is 

Here you come again, and here I go.

Jack is on bended knee before you know it. His thigh strains against its denim confines, and his biceps fill out his shirt even more as he holds the ring box up to you. The morning sun highlights his beautiful profile, and you find yourself repeating his question from earlier. 'How did I get so damn lucky?'

Jack has spent a lot of him leaving over the past year, but every time he came back, you went and fell deeper in love with him.

Here you come again, and here I go.

Now he wasn't going anywhere again, but you're still going to fall deeper in love with him.

[kmkalan]

💜 🖤 💔

Cant stop thinking about Laudna just sinking to her knees at the front of the ship, eyes vacant, those words echoing echoing echoing, not registering the night as it passes, only stirring when Orym finds her just when he comes up to go through his exercises in the early dawning light: curled on the weathered planks, the pieces of gem still clutched in her palm.

She wipes the trails of dark tears from her eyes, and does her best to situate a smile across her face. Her soft “It’s alright. It’ll be alright.” is as close as she can get to honesty- she isn’t sure she believes her own words, can see he isn’t certain either- but at the very least it’s lacking the false brightness she can so easily don like armor.

She sets a hand on his shoulder in response to the clear concern on his face, the genuine “are you okay?” that she knows he actually means.

He doesn’t miss that her response didn’t quite match his question, and wonders what “it” is as Laudna disappears down the stairs into the ship.

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Also thinking about Laudna doing what she does best- finding a dark, forgotten corner, making it her own. Settling between some crates and a wall deep in the cargo hold, disappearing into the darkness, a gentle “I’ve found a spot to nap, just need some space please” sent to Orym, who she knows is the most likely to respect her request for privacy.

Imogen wakes in the morning, panic rising despite all the other emotions churning in her chest when Laudna hasn’t returned to the room, when she’s not in with the others, in the mess or on the deck.

Orym spots her increasingly wild eyes, breaking from his exercise routine to come and lay a soft hand on her glove, relaying Laudna’s message about finding somewhere to take a nap.

When that seems to only slightly ease Imogen’s distress, he opens his mouth, then pauses, concern and respect for his friend’s privacy warring. Imogen notices.

“What? What is it?”

Oryms brows crease further. If anyone has insight into Laudna, it’s Imogen. The concern wins out.

“I- I think Laudna slept on the deck last night?” He phrases it as a question, though he’s almost certain that it’s true. He waits, other questions in his eyes that he doesn’t say. (Why didn’t she go back to your room? What’s wrong? Are you okay? Is she okay?)

But Imogen’s throat has locked up and all she can manage is a tight nod and a strangled “Oh. Okay.”

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[trashyangelic]

𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙷 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚈𝙾𝚄 ; 𝘩𝘣𝘪𝘤 𝘮𝘭𝘣 (Chapter Two)

Felix will appear at the end but its when Lila gets expose on live across the international television connection. Where Alya, Caline, and Bustier recieved lawsuits/getting fired by the School Board. As for Adrien he will be pulled out of school by Gabriel and give him some minor lessons of how to get rid of bullies instead of enabling them.

             ↷ . . . no one's pov &_ 💔

Chloe was at home getting some school footage since the Principal doesn't seem to check it anymore ever since she got suspended as well the same day that Marinette got hers. She told her dad about it and boy he wasn't very happy. Right now she is in her room using her own computer but she is a computer expert but also has a habit to hack into other people's social account along with bank accounts but she can also make sure to mask her evidence without getting caught. She was taught by this by her older brother Michael who is still in college back in Los Angeles last time she remembered. Michael Bourgeois is taking up business in his college year so he can help his mom Audrey Bourgeois but can turn the family company into a CEO Corporation as well if he wants to.

Then as for Sabrina well she had no idea how she got suspended which really pissed her off. "Stupid principal, and curse that lying bitch." She mutter darkly she despises all five people they are The Principal, Miss Bustier, Alya Cesaire, Adrien Agreste, and Lila herself. Sabrina told her father the truth and her father was not very happy at all he send a complaint towards the School Board to do something to the Principal in Francoise Dupont who had decided to suspend his daughter for nothing.

Sabine wasn't happy after hearing this from her daughter that the Principal decided to suspend her for nothing. She wanted to strangle old fat man. So she decided to send a complaint towards the School Board as well. Also ranting about her daughter who was expelled as well for extra measurements.

&. ᝰ _☆★ * ⌒ꜛ ↻!    

Chloe stared at the school footage in shock she found at least five clips one of them happen to be Rossi grabbing the akuma at the courtyard, the second was Rossi threatening Dupain-Cheng,  the third Rossi threatening her Adrikins, the fourth was Rossi placing the Gabriel Fox Necklace on Dupain-Cheng's locker, and lastly Rossi fake fall on the stairs that made Dupain-Cheng get expelled. "Holy shit! I knew that DC was innocent! Stupid Principal can't even check the cameras what the hell?!" She exclaimed.

She even has the list that Dupain-Cheng and Beaureal gave her about the Principal is imposing as the School Board to mostly students who tries to send a complaint towards the School Board this really disgust her the most. "Oh boy, Daddy is not going to be about this one. Now lets see what else did that stupid principal do.. I notice those owl heroes stuff in his office. I'mma check some of the school funds transcriptions." She muttered to herself.

Back with Marinette she was chatting with someone who had experience with Lila Rossi in their old school before moving to a new school as a fresh start.

@𝗠𝗗𝗖𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝘀 : So your saying that if I can disadvantage Lila Rossi. How would that work? I tried many methods but I could not find one.

@𝗔𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗟𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗥𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗠𝟯 : Well there is other ways but you need a good team to expose that bitch. The best way is to convince someone who has some experience on blogging unlike that Ladyblogger. I've seen so far she is not doing her job as a reporter suppose to do. Anyway you can also make fake announcement to bring a student or staffs attention by doing a student award but show a presenation of any clips of evidences of Lila Rossi doing and to perhaps find a way to contact her mother as well. If I remember correctly Gretta Rossi as in Lila's mother she is a secretary to the embassador. I can help behalf but I need the number to Chloe Bourgeois though.

@𝗠𝗗𝗖𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝘀 : I can sent it to you on email if that helps. 

@𝗔𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗟𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗥𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗠𝟯 : That would be great. I also still need that request delivered that I send to your website.

@𝗠𝗗𝗖𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝘀 : Oh so that was you. I was confuse there but don't worry your order will be sent pretty soon I had to redo it cause someone as in Rossi and her sheep decided to rip my sketchbook for that.

@𝗔𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗟𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗥𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗠𝟯 : What a bitch. Take your time. Lets talk more about how to get rid of Rossi in the group chat with the others they might also help you as well some of us are out of states while a few are in America or in Asian Country.

@𝗠𝗗𝗖𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝘀 : Okay dokie <;3 

Back with Chloe she was shock last time she check it was about 4 Million Eurors for the School Funds but now its only 4,882 euros. "What the hell did he spend on?!" Chloe exclaimed in shock as she was seeing the transcription withdrawals from the school funds by the Principal then move her mouse to the transcription withdrawals logs that the secretary put up she wasn't very happy with the school money funds then the secretary add a note below saying this is all Damocles fault that the school was not upgraded.

"Well that explains the Sports and the Art Club issues? Now ah here it is. Holy shit. How the fuck did Rossi and Bustier got that many? I thought it was the Principal's doing but now her oh this should be good to inform this to her mommy dearest that she somehow cracked the password code and transferred it to her bank account, I am not sure if her mother knew this.." Chloe said to herself at what she is just seeing right now. 

◟⠀ ⠀✿⠀ ⠀₊⠀ ⠀School Funds Withdrawals ⠀ ⠀.⠀ ⠀.⠀ ⠀▒ School Funds: 4,999,989 Euros .

٪_ ☆* 「 🥀 」 # 1,249,997 Euros withdraw by Monty Damocles [2002] --- transferred to his personal account .

٪_ ☆* 「 🥀 」 # 312,499 Euros withdraw by Monty Damocles [Last 3 Weeks] --- paid for an expensive comics that is availabe online .

٪_ ☆* 「 🥀 」 # 78,124 Euros withdraw by Lila Rossi [Yesterday] --- transferred to her bank account / cracked password

٪_ ☆* 「 🥀 」 # 19,531 Euros withdraw by Caline Bustier [Last Night] --- transferred to her bank account by Monty Damocles

◟⠀ ⠀✿⠀ ⠀₊⠀ ⠀School Funds Total ⠀ ⠀.⠀ ⠀.⠀ ⠀▒ :: 4,882.75 Euros . . .

"Oh fuck the school is now poor because of them.  I'd better tell this to Aurore quickly. Since most of them does the funds along with Dupain-Cheng from the past even I helped. Maybe I can also tell this to Daddy too if he isn't busy at the meeting that he is currently in.. but I do not want to interfer I'll just wait when he comes back home..." Chloe muttered as she made screenshots and make copies into her computer desktop but label them so she can send an email to them but also to the school board.

[bellsyafterdark]

ugh the soulmate thing ik you've probably written a lot but like... imagine the words are raised so even though din doesn't have to actually see what they are anymore he can still feel them. when paz confronts him one way or another he can see the thousands of word shaped bumps drowned out in thick lines of black ink. both ignore at first how the patterns are reminiscent of paz's armor. when they get together paz spends sleepless hours tracing over the words, guilt making it impossible to rest.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA 🙃🙃🙃

OW 🥺😫

OWWWWWWWW 😭😭😭

I'm broken, I can't get up

I AM A FRAIL TENDERHEART HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO MEEEEEEEEE 🙇🏾‍♀️🙇🏾‍♀️🙇🏾‍♀️

whenever I think I've maxed out on pain, you guys find a new knife to plunge in Lord have mercy 😩🥺💔 I had just arrived at the idea that after Paz finally learns what he's done, the mission with Grogu goes down, they lose everything, and in his grief and guilt about the part he may have played in their demise, pushing Din to make stupid choices and feeling he couldn't confide in them...

Paz loses his voice. It's not a choice. He can't trust himself. He's never speaking any words that could endanger them or end up on Din's skin again.

When Din finds them on Galvis, he's in an even worse state than what we saw in the show. He doesn't just slip down those stairs, he passes the fuck out.

The Armourer and Paz need to strip him down (not the helmet) to attend to his wounds. It's the first time they've both seen the extent of what Din carried with him all these decades.

Paz goes into something of a state of shock.

The Armourer takes a long time looking her fill, hands tracing the words still tangible beneath the ink. The word broke after Din left them that he was Paz's soulmate, but she already knew. Of course she did.

She says nothing and just begins treating the wounds before her. Her silence always stung the worst.