#so maybe it’s a blessing I’m single tbh

[jameswilsonsupremacy]

me: I just don’t understand how I’m still single!

me when there’s a trend for couples on social media: haha wilson post time

[trensu]

have another snippet of stasis in darkness! just 'cuz i'm bored tbh, and kinda stuck on all my wips i'm currently working on.

The seventh night:

“Has he spoken to you yet?”

“How could he when you’re here yammering my ear off every night?”

“He’s a god, I’m sure it wouldn’t be that hard for him to shut me up.”

“Even gods have their limits.”

“Oh, har har. The warrior’s got jokes. You didn’t answer my question.”

“...not yet,” Steve said stiffly. 

“It’s been how long now? A week?” The man hummed in a falsely thoughtful manner. “Maybe he’s just not that into you, man. Maybe he’s letting you down easy.”

At his words, Steve involuntarily curled his shoulders inward, slightly, ever so slightly, in defense. He'd been wondering that same thing earlier that day. Steve had toiled hours in the sun to fix up the shrine; to make it welcoming; to encourage a divine visit. 

He had stopped wearing his armor to free up more time to work. Putting it on and taking it off took too long, and he didn't have to maintain it as much if he wasn't wearing it regularly. He stuck to only his chainmail. He'd kept his shield stored away, too, so it wouldn't get in the way while he worked. Though, he made sure to keep his sword nearby.

He’d taken his knife and traced over the etchings of stars in the alcove that served as a backdrop to the statue. His knife had been ruined but it didn't matter. The Lord of Night would probably want the stars of his dark sky with him, he reasoned, and these had worn so thin. Sadly, it was the only detail he could bring out of all the stone. The statue’s face was so crumbled that Steve couldn’t even begin to guess what it had originally looked like.

He had discovered that the vines he chose to keep were moonflowers. They had blossomed every night since he’d removed the other more invasive plants. He'd draped them carefully so they lay across the statue's shoulders, wrapped lovingly around its torso and clung to its waist before the ends of the vines trailed off at the knees. 

The strange man might have made himself a nuisance during his visits but he never stayed the whole night. Steve had been able to get a few hours of makeshift prayers at the shrine every night. He’d done all this, yet dawn broke every day without a single sign that the Lord of Night had been listening.

“Warrior?”

Steve broke out of his reverie. He refused to look at the man. He had to clear his throat roughly before he could speak.

“It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been rejected by someone I love." Steve tried not to dwell on his father's perpetual scowl and his mother's infinite disinterest. "I’m pretty used to my devotion being one sided by now.”

“That’s a bummer,” the man said. His sympathy was meant to be teasing, Steve could tell, but it came out surprisingly sincere. “Good thing you have a whole pantheon! Strong guy like you? Any god would take you to be their warrior in a heartbeat.”

“What are you talking about? No, I’m nowhere near done with his shrine,” Steve said determinedly. “I know a silversmith and a stone mason who’d give me a hand, and Dustin and Robin have been dying to come up here to bring him offerings. The only reason they didn’t come with me is because I had to do the pilgrimage on my own if I wanted a shot at earning his blessing.”

The man spluttered.

“Are you insane? A god rejects you and you’d come back? What kind of stupid–were you dropped on your head as a child?

“A couple times, but that doesn’t have anything to do with it.”

“Are you sure? Have you checked? You should go to one of the gods of medicine. Owens, maybe. Have him take a look at your head,” the man huffed in frustration. "For stars' sake, why would you want to come back?"

He ignored the insult to his intelligence. For stars' sake. Steve murmured the words to himself, letting them settle in his mouth to get a feel for them. He'd never heard of that one before. He liked how it rolled off the tongue, natural as anything. 

The man waited for his response. Steve took a moment to try to sort out his words. He kept his head bowed towards the shrine as he ruminated.

“People barely remember my god,” Steve finally said. “And when they do, they remember him as something he’s not. Even if he doesn’t believe I’m worthy of carrying his crest, he shouldn't be forgotten.” 

The man said nothing. Steve took a shuddering breath before the quiet could take over. 

“Having someone forget you is…it’s very lonely. Which is the worst feeling. I…I guess I don’t want him to be lonely anymore.”

The silence that followed his statement stretched long enough that Steve started falling into that meditative state he’d learned during his many nights at the shrine. It helped dull the twisted up, unsteady sensation that lingered from the man’s prodding at his every self-doubt and fear.

“He hasn’t rejected you yet, though,” the man broke Steve's musings awkwardly.

“He hasn’t reached out to me either. It’s fine. I’ll keep coming either way.”

Another silence. It was around the time the man usually left Steve to his worship. He didn't hear retreating footsteps. Instead, the man cleared his throat, and when Steve looked up at him, the man turned his face away, shrouding it in gloom.

“Maybe he’s nervous. Maybe that’s why he hasn’t contacted you yet.”

“Nervous? No way.”

“He sounds like a godly weirdo,” the man said. “Maybe he’s never had a holy warrior before and doesn’t know what to do.”

“He’s the good kind of weirdo! And there’s no way he’s not had a warrior carry his symbol. He must’ve had loads back in the day. I probably don’t meet his standards,” Steve smiled lopsidedly, playing off his insecurity.

“I’m serious!” the man exclaimed. “It’s possible! Some gods never get warriors. Some never want them at all!

“Look, even if I was the first to offer to be his, he’d know he didn’t have to be nervous,” Steve insisted. "I’ve never served a god before either! I wasn’t sure I could have faith at all until I learned about him. So like, if he’s new to it then so am I, and we’d figure it out together.”

“...you really mean that, don’t you? You’d let him make it up on the fly if he took you on.”

“Well, yeah,” Steve shrugged.

“You’d keep coming back even if he rejected you?”

“Yep.”

“But why? That’s so stupid. Nobody would do that!” The man sounded frustrated.

“I’m not really known for my smarts,” Steve said matter-of-factly. “Robin and Dustin had to translate the only book we found about the Lord of Night because I definitely wouldn't have been able to. It was a tiny book but it still took them ages to do because the language doesn’t really exist anymore. So they told me it’s possible it’s not accurate. It felt true, though, to me. 

“There was this quote, I can’t recite it word for word, but…it was something about how monsters don’t always look monstrous, and the monstrous aren’t always things to be feared.”

“That sounds ridiculous,” the man protested. Steve shook his head.

“No, it’s true! Like, I know I’ve got a pretty face and really great hair,” he smirked when he heard the man scoff, “but I was such a fucking asshole when I was younger. I went around hurting people on purpose, tearing them down for no reason other than I was hurting too, and that’s the shittiest reason to hurt anyone. I had to get some sense knocked into me by the people I call friends now. 

“My friends are the greatest people I know, and I’m really lucky to have them, but to everyone else? My friends are losers. They’re rejects because they don’t act right or they don’t look right; they talk too much or too loudly. People treat them like shit because they're different. 

“And after I noticed that, I started seeing it more even if I don’t always pick up on it. And I still mess up sometimes. I'm not a god, I can't change the world but…in the stories Robin and Dustin translated, the Lord of Night helped people like my friends because it was always the weak and rejected that try to hide themselves in the dark. I want to help those people find him again so they know they’ve got someone holy in their corner. They should know someone loves them enough to protect them.”

Steve didn’t really know where all those words came from; he wasn’t a wordsmith like Robin and Dustin. He always had a hard time verbalizing his thoughts, and he usually messed up the words. Nonetheless, these words had almost burned to be said. 

When the speech that flowed from him finally reached a natural end, he felt…lighter, cleaner. He felt like his shield and sword when they were polished to a shine. But when he turned to see his audience’s reaction, the man had gone. Steve felt strangely dejected instead.

–

The eighth night:

“Hey, it’s me again. My supplies are low and I don’t know what your thoughts about hunting on your land are so I’d rather not…I don’t want you to think I’m disrespecting you. I might have to leave soon to get more supplies,” Steve swallowed nervously. “Which isn’t an ult..ultimate…? No, damn, what is it called? I’m not trying to force you to talk to me before then, is what I mean. Not–not that I could! With you being a god.” 

Steve scoffed at his own blundering. He should’ve had Robin help him make speech notes. Cards with conversation starters. Something! He took a deep breath and tried again.

"But I'm coming back, I promise. I meant what I said about fixing up your shrine. I’ll commission a new plaque and I’ll talk to the stonemason about replacing your plinth. I don’t know a lot about sculpture, but I’ll get you the strongest type of stone and get something nice carved on it. Your flowers? Or cats? Cats are cute. Maybe your bats would be better…?” Steve trailed off.

It was quiet save for the faint rustle of leaves in the cool breeze. The full moon illuminated the area more than ever before. The shrine must have really been a beautiful sight back in its heyday. The thought of it sent a pang of longing through his soul.

The hour came that the strange man usually showed up. Steve steeled himself for another round of questions, another jab at his faith. The hour went by with Steve alone in the clearing. Steve frowned.

“Do you think he’s okay?” 

Steve’s question went unanswered.

After another hour without seeing his stranger, Steve had finally convinced himself to round the perimeter for a quick check in case the man was nearby or in need of assistance. When he found nothing, he checked again in case he missed something. 

Still nothing. Uneasily, Steve gave up his search and returned to the shrine. He knelt before it again, head bowed. He cleared his throat.

“Lord of Night, I don’t know his name, and I know he’s been rude–annoying–but could you please watch over the man? Please keep him safe from harm for as long as the stars shine tonight. Thank you.”

He received no response, but Steve had faith. He knew he was heard. He knew his god wouldn’t let an innocent come to harm if he could prevent it.

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[starlitsawamura]

⟣ AND THEN THEY WERE ROOMMATES !

pairing : fem!reader x daichi sawamura

synopsis : there's nothing in the world that's more peaceful than mornings with your roommate; that you're crushing on.

content warnings : fluff, just fluff. reader is called darling and angel.

word count : 1.1k

author’s note : read a fic recently about soft mornings and roommate aus make me soft, so here we are. short but sweet. might actually make a part two tbh

The smell of fresh coffee and bacon was what woke you from your slumber. The digital clock on your bedside table read 10:26, meaning you had successfully made good use of the free Saturday in your schedule. You slowly rolled over towards the edge of your bed, rubbing a dream from your eyes. You couldn’t lie, the coffee was definitely a good motivator. But whenever Daichi made breakfast, it was heavenly. You slipped out of bed and ran a hand through your hair, before stepping out of your bedroom. You could hear him moving around in the kitchen and as you got closer, his form appeared from around the corner. He was shirtless, standing by the stove in a pair of black sweats.

This was a normal Saturday morning for the two of you. Daichi was always awake earlier than you and had taken it upon himself to make breakfast and a fresh pot of coffee for you every morning without fail. This wasn’t even the only thing he did for you either. He’d do your laundry if you forgot to swap it out. He’d prep your lunches because “It’s just easier to prep both at the same time.” He’d organize your mail in order of assumed importance. Not even your exes had the urge to put in that much effort. When you’d asked Daichi why he did so much for you, he simply stated that it made him happy to help, even if it was something small.

You couldn’t lie, the conversation made your heart flutter. You had developed a crush on him over the last few months you’d been roommates. At this point, it was probably full-blown feelings for him but there was no way you’d admit that without being asked about it.

“Hey Darling,” Daichi looked up at you as you stepped into the kitchen, lips pulled into a soft smile. His hair was still messy from sleep but you found it cute.

You felt a tremor in your chest and fought the heat rising to your face. Maybe it was all in your head but you couldn’t ignore the endearing tone he used anytime he spoke to you.

“Hey,” you smiled back before pouring a cup of coffee for yourself. “Smells really good, by the way. I think I might be drooling a little bit.”

“Over the bacon?” He smirked while he side-eyed you.

Then there was that; the flirtatious banter and undeniable sexual tension.

You hummed, returning his side eye. “You got me. Can’t help it when you’re walking around like that.” You turned towards him, holding your coffee cup with both hands. “But you already knew that, I’m sure.”

Daichi plated some food for you, silverware included, and set it on the counter.

“You got me,” he echoed you.

Mornings with Daichi were always peaceful and perfect for refueling your energy. He was a naturally calming presence to be around and it was something you wouldn’t trade for anything. You counted every single morning as a blessing, enjoying every second while you could.

You carried your plate and cup to the other side of the kitchen island, where there were bar stools to sit on. For the most part, your apartment was very open concept and had a lot of natural light. Decor wise though, it was an even mix of both yours and Daichi’s tastes. Which didn’t seem to be an issue because they meshed well. You weren’t sure how long the two of you would rent here but for now, your home had a warm and cozy vibe to it.

Aside from that, it was conveniently located for both of you; close to work, family, friends, and all your favorite restaurants and shops. Which made life easier for you by a lot.

“Do you have any plans this weekend?” Daichi asked. You shook your head, swallowing before trying to speak. “Nope, I wanted to keep it open. Why, do you?”

“No, not really.” He shifted in his chair, “Was wondering if you’d wanna go out tonight, get a couple of drinks. Alternatively, catch a movie.”

“Oh-” the heat you were fighting before started to rise to your face.

“Or just dinner, if you’d prefer that. Or we don’t have to if you just wanted a chill weekend.” He was nervous.

“Are you… asking me on a date, Sawamura?” You tilted your head, smiling at him. Daichi took a languid drink of his coffee, “Do you want it to be a date?”

You giggled, “You’re adorable. I’d love to go on a date with you.”

Daichi’s lips spread into the warmest smile, eyes turned up on the corners. He nodded, taking another drink.

You take your empty dishes to the sink and clean them off, stacking them neatly on the counter. That’s when it clicks in your brain that Daichi just asked you on a date. Did you just casually agree to a date without freaking the fuck out? You thought you’d never see the day when you could act so chill. Would you survive this date without making a fool out of yourself?

“Well there’s a festival tonight, how do you feel about getting dressed up and seeing the fireworks?” Daichi cleaned off his dishes and stacked them with yours.

You hadn’t dressed up in yukata for a festival since high school but you had always loved it back then. You still had a couple of yukata folded neatly in your closet. You couldn’t help it, aside from the anxiety of it being a date, you were also excited. It was supposed to be beautiful weather-wise, going out and enjoying it with him would be fun.

“I’d love to.”

He reached his arm out, brushing a strand of loose hair behind your ear. He caressed your face. “Sounds good, angel. How does six pm sound?”

You squeezed his bicep, looking up at him with a smile. “Perfect, I’ll be ready. Until then, you wanna catch up on our show?”

Daichi dropped his hand from your cheek to your hand, lifting it so he could kiss your knuckles. “That sounds nice, let’s do it.”

So the two of you curled up on the couch together, sun streaming in through the windows. It was warm out but not too warm and there was a nice breeze. With your head rested on his chest, you were able to melt into him as the two of you enjoyed your show.

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[kyupidos]

08/??/23’s delivery 🏹✉️ twisted wonderland

when they textヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ,ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ ;; summary. ‘when you’re not with them in the real world, how do they talk to you online?’

characters. ignihyde , diasomnia : idia shroud , ortho shroud , malleus draconia , silver , sebek zigvolt , lilia vanrouge ( separate ) ;; platonic . 🖇️ tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader may or may not be yuu ( up to the reader ), idk what social media app they’re using, lighthearted character slander, kinda long, crack fluff

📡 _a/n. finally updating after * checks watch * two or so weeks!! haven’t done a romantic in a while..should probably change that.

idia

— now, i decided to base these thoughts on their respective valentine’s day cards..and oh boy is idia a LOSER!! respectfully. maybe. this man is going full discordian mode when he texts you and honestly when he texts in general.

— you know that one friend who sends one text message and all of a sudden you have to spend an hour and a half trying to decipher their message because it has three grammatical errors, twenty six misspells and eight random letters mixed in there? even though it was a five word message?

— that’s him. ESPECIALLY when he’s texting you while he’s gaming, unless he chooses to voice call ( a blessing sent from heaven if you don’t want to struggle when communicating with him ).

— he’s just a fast typer, he defends himself while you wipe a single tear from your eye trying to figure out how “btw can you bring me some sweets?” turns into “n btwcan u like brjgn me sm swts n. stuff thxxx” ( but worse, because..it’s idia and he’s probably gaming if he’s asking you this question. also i purposefully avoided looking at my screen for that ).

ortho

— now i imagine his texts are significantly more normal and relaxed..unlike his BROTHER!! his texts to you are far more polite and he uses big words often, which is such bot behavior tbh. i know he struggles with captchas.

— but overall, he is indeed a relatively normal typer, a sweetheart as usual. i also imagine that he talks in more simplistic sentences as well, and doesn’t really do run-on, if that makes sense. it makes his text messages a little longer if he’s typing paragraph style, but otherwise he’s doing just fine getting the message across.

— now he is naturally curious and relatively attentive too, so he’s probably going to ask you about your own texting style. actually, he might try to implement your texting style into his, if he’s interested enough. it’ll probably only last for a week or so though, before he’s back to his usual kindergarten homework texting style.

malleus

— social media? nah..he’s “texting” you through carrier pigeon. be sure to keep your window open, because whenever he feels like it, he’s going to send you a scroll type of letter that details whatever message he’s trying to convey at the time, and it’s a throwback. a throwback to like..the medieval era.

— whenever he does send these letters, his dictionary of words is sophisticated and informative, not a single itty bitty detail left out. it sort of feels like he’s sending the prologue of a book to you, when he does this. i can imagine him writing it all down with a pure black quill pen, too. and i bet that the first letter to the first word of each letter is also in cursive and enlarged like in those fantasy books, for some odd reason.

— and he’ll send the longest message as well, and you might think that he’s describing to you the entire plot of a trilogy where each part is the length of the dictionary, but no, it’s to describe how upset he is that he had to eat an entire cake by himself, or that he’s sick or something. he’s like me when i’m writing an english essay..except he does it with no purpose to it.

— when you do inevitably send him a reply, he gets all excited too. even if he sends a letter that starts with “Dear friend, I write to you to tell you a tale of a most quizzical recent events that has affected me of late, that has stumped me to no end..” and all you reply with is a scroll and a carrier pigeon as well, and he opens it up only to see an enlarged “K.” in the middle with your signature at the bottom. yeah, he’s completely fine with that. makes him happy.

silver

— someone else who is normal with their texts, on the normal scale would probably be ranked by ortho, if not normaler. he’s just your average texter i suppose, other than the fact that every now and then he adds this really long descriptive word that you have to look up in the dictionary to understand, and it’s completely unexpected.

— he’ll send you a message, and it’ll go “also, did you see the others in class today? i found it odd, they were more lackadaisical than usual.” like. for no reason whatsoever. random big word. not too bad though, so points for him. also, i imagine him to type in all lowercase just like me. i don’t know, i just see him doing it.

— on that note of random things i see him doing, and also random things in general, i see him texting you, and then randomly telling you this fun little fact he happens to know about whatever the topic is. “would you like to stop be the equestrian club? a domestic horse can run up to thirty miles per hour, you know.”

sebek

— hard to say if he’s using a phone, or if he’s talking to you via carrier pigeon like malleus..but i’m leaning towards him using a phone. actually, he might do both, and it depends on how mood how you receive the message. but, let’s just talk about how he tends to talks to you on social media for now.

— but still, no matter whether it’s social media or carrier pigeon, he’s a relatively dry person sadly. when he texts you, it’s rather simplistic, though unlike ortho he does tend to do run-ons. i think the only thing saving him from being totally dry is the fact that he actually uses emojis. his favorite emojis..are probably “😡” and “👍”, and you can take a guess when and why he uses them.

— his messages might actually come off as a little mean every now and then, but i doubt he’ll even realize it 99% percent of the time unless you tell him, and he’ll try his best not to text like that again, but it’s hard for him to stray from his usual texting style..introduce him to tone tags, those are probably a life saver for him.

— he does forget to use them every now and then though, so he haphazardly adds them after he sends the message. don’t worry though, he’s learning and figuring things out! slowly but surely, slowly but surely. doing his best.

lilia

— the old man himself! unlike malleus and sebek, he is of course 100% using a phone. though nonetheless, that old age is not subtle at all, even if he is gaming..not like he’s trying to be, the idea of being subtle probably doesn’t even come to him. surprisingly, other than his old man text tone, he’s a relatively normal texter.

— and by relatively normal, i mean normal for when you’re talking to your grandpa who was there for when the telegraph was still a popular use of communication. except..he was there for forms of communication much, much earlier than that.

— he regularly uses somewhat outdated words and then right next to said outdated word is like, the latest social media lingo that was created like a week ago. a very scary combination of i do say so myself. he could be gaming with you and all of a sudden through the chat logs he’ll text you something along the lines of, “Though, i must say..his ass is NOT making it😂😂”. a jumpscare almost every time.

[thejujvtsupost]

Toji, Mamaguro and their blessing

Notes: I have no idea where this came from tbh but I just started yappin after I saw this art and here we are. I’m now forcing you to suffer with me.

I can't stop thinking about the fact that there was a time that Toji was genuinely in love with mamaguro and saw her as the light of his life after suffering for so many years.

And then comes megumi, born from such raw love that he's named 'blessing' and Toji's life becomes even better with a loving wife and beautiful baby.

But then everything is black. Absolute nothingness because mamaguro is dead and he's a single father, floundering with his young son and completely lost; because the light of his life has been snuffed out.

And hasn't he suffered enough? His entire childhood and the loneliness and pain, and as an adult, the loss of his love...

So yeah, some might judge him for remarrying so fast, but what else is he supposed to do??

He's not fit to be a parent by himself, he's utterly shattered by grief. And megumi, his sweet boy he undoubtedly loves but reminds him almost too much of his dead wife, deserves much better than him and his broken heart.

Maybe he's a shit father, he's disappointed in himself too. But he thinks he at least found someone relatively reliable enough to care for him- of course tsumiki's mom dips, but he tried to find something.

Years later, in his final moments, he faces the music and tells a damn teenager- the one that kills him, with way too much money, that his son is going to be sold to the zenins in a few years.

Because in that very last moment, he's thinking of his blessing and the world is getting blurry and he feels cold and-

His wife, his only love, greets him and he knows everything is gonna be alright. And she accepts him with loving arms, says it'll work out and he's so relieved. Because his blessing doesn't deserve someone as broken as him, and Megumi (and tsumiki) won't be alone after all.

Maybe in another life, he'll get a do over and things won't be so bad. He'll find his wife in the next life easily, because he would know her soul from worlds away, and their blessing will be there too- it's all he wants. He wants to know peace.

When his wife tells him it's time, he takes his last breath and goes with her wherever it is the dead go; together...

Dividers by @thecutestgrotto

[angelshimaa]

━━ 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 ;; 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎

♡ cw :: fluff fluff fluff, gn!reader, soft shoto, three lines of actual dialogue 😭

♡ pet names :: none !

♡ a/n :: a repost, nothin’ but some soft flowery fluff tbh— thank you so very much to @softiefeli who sobbed over the idea with me and held me at gunpoint so i could write it. love you pretty ! <3

the sun must’ve felt as lazy as the entire day.

it’s a thought you barely entertain, settling for it as the reason for such pale light cast through your curtains. even the lighting up of the room feels half-hearted— barely an attempt to move from early morning into afternoon.

yet, as you lay across from shoto— away from all that actively exists beyond your borders, you can’t find yourself minding.

no. you much rather would have this. so content with the way the two of you love in your own world, sinking in the soft mattress of your bed. the little world you’ve made.

at this moment, shoto’s world isn’t much bigger than the sight in front of him.

and oh, how his world grounds him.

in no rush whatsoever, your thumb blesses his cheek with your touch, gifting it with gentle warmth. he feels your tenderness sink into his skin and he begs his heavy eyelids to stay open— to let him trace over the features of the one who’s blessed him so much already.

shoto’s never wanted much.

he was never a greedy person; his childhood had taught him fairly quickly that there was no room— no space for anything he wanted. every time he wanted— every single time he asked for something his heart desired so strongly— he was shown exactly why he shouldn’t want.

he was shown time and time again why he couldn’t— why he wasn’t allowed to ask. to desire. to yearn. nothing could’ve changed his mind and nothing could possibly give him any hope he’d lost.

nothing should’ve. nothing should’ve had that much power. nobody should’ve had that power.

yet, as you lay on your side within arm’s reach, slight smile etched onto your face, shoto realises that maybe he isn’t so sure.

yet, as you caress him, as you give him such warmth in your gaze, he realises just how faulted his thinking is.

for, if nothing was meant to make him want— make him need and beg and fold at its touch— then how had the universe placed you in his world?

how had the universe let him place you in his heart, then be so kind as to let you place him in yours?

you find your smile grow in the silence, watching how slowly the pretty boy in front of you blinked, fighting off sleep. so adorable, you’re amazed a little chuckle doesn’t bubble up and out of you. every blink of his is a battle, each one harder to win.

and as much as he loves it, your touch seals the end of the battle for him, sending him off to the land of dreams.

still awake, you find your heart swell at him— because of him. face calm and at rest, his soft and steady breaths barely noticeable— such vulnerability presents itself before you and your heart beats harder as a result, opening its doors for contentment to live in.

your movements stop and your hand pulls away to rest with you, satisfied with the sleeping figure finally, finally at rest.

long eyelashes flutter out of the premature sleep and shoto’s hand reaches for yours, slender fingers barely moving it back onto his face. you smile at the movement, heart swelling so big it could very much combust in your chest.

“don’t stop, please.”

it’s a hushed plea that holds the potential to melt you into a gooey puddle right on the spot, and you’re sure he doesn’t understand how soft he’s making you when he nuzzles into your touch.

you can’t help but provide, your hand finding its place on the side of his face again and your thumb getting back into its rhythm. skin meets skin in your caress and you don’t stray from his scar, grazing right below it if not on it at times.

such softness for something created when all softness was absent.

“i’m right here.”

no, shoto never wanted much.

in fact, for once he felt he had all he could ever want, beaming at him and providing the light the sun wasn’t able to. his eyelids begin to flutter to a close again, but not before he turns slightly to give your palm the softest kiss in gratitude.

his eyes find light right in front of him before they close, oh so grateful for the world he’s found solace in.

“thank you.”

— thank you for reading ! <3 please consider reblogging / feedback for a cookie ! 🍪✨

[seraphicalsuccubus]

Hi, I just wanted to say you are so incredibly kind, and I look forward to hearing from you while scrolling. I’m sorry things are tough right now, but I really admire that you’re still handing out kindnesses despite your own troubles. Thank you for being a little sun beam when you can 🖤

oh 🥺🥺🥺 oh my gosh, this is so sweet, I’m ????? 😭😭😭

I just, I dunno. just because I’m struggling doesn’t mean I need to drag everyone else down with me, y’know ?? everyone’s in different phases of their life. everyone has their own struggles. everyone’s fighting their own battles, maybe they’re winning, maybe they’re losing. but who am I to add negativity onto that, y’know ??

if I can be a source of lightheartedness and silliness and just stupid unhinged posts and a never ending fountain of kindness, I will be, for whoever needs it. because I’ve been there. fucking hell, like, I’m there RIGHT NOW, so I know firsthand how hard life can be. especially when you’re getting thrown curveball after curveball and have horrible depth perception and hand-eye coordination so you miss every single one, lol.

I just don’t see the point in bringing other people down with me. if I’m struggling, I know other people are struggling. and if they need a solace or place to vent and feel free but protected and safe at the same time, my blog is always here for them. I will dole out as much kindness and positivity as I possibly can, even if I can’t extend the same courtesy to myself. it doesn’t make me feel any better to make someone else be my companion in my misery, it just makes me feel worse. I don’t want to be a source of stress or discomfort to anyone. I’m very much so one of those, ‘I suffered so why should I make someone else endure what I did?’ and not so much one of those, ‘well, I had to suffer and deal with all this so you should too so you can know what it’s like.’ I gain nothing by bringing someone else down with me. it costs nothing to be kind and courteous and uplift other people. meanwhile, it can cost you fucking everything to be cruel and inhumane and drag someone down to your level just so they suffer with you, that’s how you risk losing everyone that cares about you and ending up completely alone.

but thank you. this was really, genuinely, very kind and thoughtful and I feel truly appreciated on here for the first time in a while because of this ask, tbh. so thank you for also being a kind little ray of sunshine to me, during this time. it means the world to me, and I really hope you’re doing well in your own little corner of existence because you deserve to have a life as lovely and beautiful and kind as you are.

so, thank you, again. I’ll be screenshotting this ask to save it to look back on when I’m struggling and feeling low. thank you for helping be my little pick me up while I try to pick everyone else up. sending you so much love and luck and health and prosperity your way, and I truly hope karma blesses you with something positive and much needed/well accepted in your life and genuinely helpful to you, solely for you going out of your way to be so kind to me. I wish you the best, thank you for being such a genuinely wonderful soul. 🖤

[firstkanaphans]

I have some thoughts on your post of aye being out-of-character. Tbh, while it was airing, i thought the same. OS2 Aye didn't feel like eclipse Aye. Where's the understanding, where's the "putting akk before himself", where is the aye that gave akk enough space to come to terms with his sexuality and loved him and held him throughout that journey? I was quite dissapointed when the first ep aired because eclipse was such a dear show to me. But then, a while later, I remember reading someone's take on ourskyy2!Aye. They said that aye didn't really change. He has always been a gremline to akk since the eclipse. And he still is. And akk has always been pouty and sensitive, just hid it well. Akk and aye have always had communication issues and that was one of their biggest and most prominent differences. They still do have similar communications issues in ourskyy2. We see a difference in the eclipse and ourskyy2 because (my take) during the course of events in the eclipse, aye had some kind of understanding of akk's situation thus it was easier to be so understanding and give him the space he needed. Boyfriends is new territory for the both of them and obviously they're going take some time to adjust and understand eo through the change. But because they are akkayan, because they care about each other enough to put the other before themselves, because they love each other, they will find their way out of this; as they always have. They are still the same akk and aye. Just the grounds of their relationship has changed. That's all.

I've not been as articulate as I would like to be so a lost might've gotten missed. This is not to say your thoughts were wrong. I truly have not seen a single person who's understood these characters more. I love reading your work because it genuinely feels like something the character would actually do. I just hope to provide a different perspective and would love to hear your thoughts 😙

Oh, I totally agree that Aye has always been a gremlin and will always be a gremlin. That’s his personality. He’s annoying—god bless him for it. The issue is that we know for a fact this wasn’t just a communication break-down because Akk is very upfront about how Aye’s actions are making him feel. He explicitly admits his concerns to Aye—what you’re doing makes me feel like you don’t love me—and Aye chooses to ignore him, which is not something canon Aye would ever do. Aye has always been pushy and annoying, but he has never been cruel.

I do agree, though, that it will take them some time to figure out how to be boyfriends outside of the oppressive walls of Suppalo and that could certainly lead to arguments and misunderstandings. I just don’t think that was the case in Our Skyy. Aye knew what he was doing was hurting Akk and yet he did it anyway and I just can’t believe that canon Aye, who cried every single time Akk did, would continue such a ruse when it was causing his partner pain.

I think the reason this whole plot irks me so much is that it was such an easy fix. Instead of making Aye pretend that he forgot Akk’s birthday entirely, simply make him pretend that he had other plans and couldn’t spend the day with him. Then Akk would be sad and disappointed, but he wouldn’t be distraught.

I just…imagine the person you love most in the world and then imagine them forgetting your birthday. I personally don’t think the surprise makes up for the pain and I think that years later, what I would remember most would be the disappointment. But maybe Akk is different.

Regardless, I appreciate your input! Like I said in my last ask, people are meant to interpret media in different ways and I’m a firm believer that everyone is entitled to their own opinion as long as they aren’t being mean to others about it. Our Skyy 2 just didn’t hit right for me, but I still enjoyed seeing Akk and Aye together again. I’m certainly not complaining about what we got because there were some absolutely fantastic moments that I think about still. I just personally prefer to look at it as The Eclipse fanfiction rather than something that is a part of canon.

[jayflrt]

Girlhood won, but Yeonjun lost. Ooof. Why do I feel like the order is gonna high key barbecue them a lil for that. I mean don’t they watch tv… Rich folk aren’t supposed to get CAUGHT with drugs—just do them because having enough money to randomly go to Monte Carlo is so stressful or whatever. I mean who wouldn’t need a blunt when they were worried about whether or not their parents will have to pay to fix their grades? Us peasants will never understand. My guess is someone is about to pay some serious scratch so this can all be a “misunderstanding.”

Also not me almost losing consciousness when you said JaYn was about to be DEPRAVED when they finally break. (So surprising that tried and true Shrek rizz didn’t do it for them. Alas 💀—Gurl put on something with a good jump scare and let that man “protect” you. I swear men cannot HeLp themselves in that situation. If they like you, they break with that perfect little bit of subtle leaning into them for security. You can’t overdo it because then it’s obvious and cheesy. And you can’t be like “nothing scares me” because whatever ok. Just letting your guard down and being a SMIDGE vulnerable—like tightening your fingers on his arm or a little jump or maybe covering your eyes… Just that little hint of vulnerability not helplessness no one needs that girl you a strong woman but I digress Jay would have been PUTTY IN HER HANDS. It’s a no-miss move. I would know 💅)

But I also feel like…….if YN was ever in actual danger of any sort… Jay would cut a man down. Like I wonder if that will come up…

ANYWHO—

New theory. Sunoo’s dad (or grandad if it was a long time ago, I forgot to check the dates 💀 but I’m just gonna assume dad so—) anyway Sunoo’s dad was the dude that got outed at Mercy Health but the accusations were just a cover for the fact that either he WAS snuggling up with YN’s mom or YN’s dad was just petty jealous and framed him. Now he’s the client and he’s looking for revenge.

OR…

The client is YN’s mom. She wants to be free to be with Sunoo’s dad or she just wants to be out of that relationship or whatever but she needs a way out and that is where Jay comes in. She needs dirt on YN’s dad to make a clean exit or a power move of some sort. She is able to blackmail Jay because maybe whatever she had on him involved someone going to the hospital…a hospital owned by Mercy Health perhaps…

GIRLHOOD WON!!!! (for now 🫣) there's a bit more on that in the next chapter where jay feels a bit conflicted about their priorities versus his own,, the class difference is getting to him i fear 🤧 (trying not to reveal Too much rn :'))

HAHAH they're gonna break a little 🤏 in the next chapter but this isn't even gonna scratch the surface for when jay finally loses it around her 😮‍💨 LMFAOAO THE SHREK RIZZ would've had me just giving up and watching the movie tbh!! 😭 shrek was definitely not the right movie for a moment like that because i cannot think of a single shrek scene that would've had me jumping or flinching around someone 😩 you're so right but our mc is lacking in the Flirting department bless her soul <33 next chapter will definitely pick up a bit tho 🤧

omg sunoo's dad and mc's mom as new suspects ✅ all solid theories actually 😳 jay has been SLACKING on the investigation tbh (blame his unwillingness to find dirt his new friends) but things will pick back up once they're back in yale 🤭 and more backstories will be revealed ofc!! it was lovely hearing from you as always 🥰 and i hope you're doing well and taking care !!! <3

[mermaidsirennikita]

so i finally read devil in winter, thank you so much for that btw, i had a GREAT time, finished it in one afternoon, bless you truly <3 now i understand evie and sebastian appear in other novels? could you tell me which ones to read bc i swear i loved those two and also any other novels i might like if i enjoyed that one? THANK YOU

Yessss I’m so glad enjoyed it!!!! I saved this as a draft and I'm not sure if you're going to see this if I don't make it public (I'm sorry!) so posting now. If you haven’t read the other Wallflowers books, Evie is in all the other ones as a supporting character. Sebastian is the villain of book 2, obvi, lol. He also cameos in book 4 where he’s kinda on thin ice with everyone but Evie is preggers so they’re stuck with him.

They have their own cute scenes in A Wallflower Christmas, where they have pregnant Christmas sex.

Otherwise, I think Sebastian cameos in Mine Till Midnight…. Then in the Ravenels he and Evie show up a lot because three of the books are about the offspring.

Devil in Spring—their son Gabriel is the hero, it’s real cute; the prologue is them role playing while Sebastian tries to break it to Evie that their oldest son totally compromised a girl lol

Devil’s Daughter—their eldest, Phoebe, is the heroine; it’s very popular and she’s a widowed single mom who falls for a former scoundrel, but tbh this one does nothing for me

Devil in Disguise—very controversial but super connected to their family, especially Sebastian. Not sure if you've been spoiled there, so I won't say more :)

For book that might hit similar places, I'd recommend...

When the Duke Was Wicked by Lorraine Heath. An all time favorite of mine, and I think it has a great rake hero (also, the heroine is a sweet redhead!) The basic setup of the book is that the hero and heroine were raised as family friends, their parents were tight, but he's nine years older. He had no idea, but she had this intense girlish infatuation with him and was crushed when he married young... and he was super devoted as a husband, but then his wife and young daughter died and he radically changed and became this super slutty rake. The impetus of the novel is that the heroine, Grace, asks the hero, Lovingdon, to help her find a good husband and he ends up corrupting her--which is maybe what she wanted, lol. He's so slutty, but he also adore Grace and can't fucking accept it because he's having such a hard time with accepting that he could love someone else... maybe even more than he loved his wife.

TW: past medical crises are discussed at length; lmk if you need more info.

You could also check out Surrender to the Devil by Lorraine Heath--another bad boy duke aristo hero and a lovely redheaded heroine, lol. This one is about the parents of the heroine of the book I just recommended. She grew up on the streets and is just this really sweet woman, he's this rakish caustic duke (who has a lot of inner pain, naturally). He decides to make her his mistress, but ends up falling head over heels.

TW: heroine was sexually assaulted as a child and is very traumatized; the hero is really gentle with her once he realizes she has sexual hangups. There's also a lot of discussion of the abuse of a side female character.

Any Duchess Will Do by Tessa Dare. This is another "we saw this hero be a slutty douche in a previous book, now he's back and falling in love". Tessa's books are funny and sexy but also emotional. The duke in this book was introduced in "A Week to be Wicked" (also a great book) as a tool, and he won't settle down, so his mom is like please choose a bride... and he's like you know what I'll choose this fucking barmaid. His mom takes him up on it and decides to My Fair Lady the barmaid, who he has no actual intention of marrying... until he falls for her lol.

How to Steal A Scoundrel's Heart by Vivienne Lorret. This one works really well, imo. The hero is a marquess who propositions the heroine to be his mistress, and at first she turns him down... but then she gives because she has nowhere else to turn. He's super cool with his love affairs, and gives her this contract that last four months, no more and no less. It's this super romantic, lovely romance and I so recommend it.

The Serpent Prince by Elizabeth Hoyt. A great "flashy rake x shy virgin" book. The heroine finds the hero left for dead on the side of the road, and she nurses him back to health.... And whoops, the rake falls hard! It's also fully insane, because Hoyt.

The Devil of Downtown by Joanna Shupe. A Gilded Age villainous rake/sweet virgin book. The hero is a rake and a gangster, and he ends up falling for the do gooder activist daughter of an influential man in town--and it's kind of a "who's corrupting who" thing.

[dxstopiaa]

hi again! i really want to stress the fact that what you wrote was just incredibly amazing, like holy shit fr i read your other writings and actually your style is really nice and has a unique touch, whether its how you write the horny or the not horny, it's pleasant to read!

and tbh your characterisation of alhaitham was crazy, maybe it just happened to tick off every single horny box i have but you did it, i haven't read anything so eye opening in months, probably even years 💀

so, if and only if, you enjoyed writing him like that, omg would be awesome if you could do some more with this characterisation! whether it's part 2 of the same scenario or something else (he is the superior this time or he's a teacher in the akademiya, or even something like where reader is an illegal merchant like dori and in exchange for his silence, he'll ask for goods and...)

ok sorry for the long ask lolol but ill say it again, that fic was like 10* Michelin restaurant thanks for blessing the world with your writing

ohmygod (x100) i was smiling SO HARD reading this i really appreciate the compliment !!! love youuu <33 id be so happy to write that for you!

so you were thinking of a teacher!alhaitham where he learns his best student turned to illegal means because of her struggle? and she gets caught?? aaaa absolutely!

I’m physically jumping up and down, i love long asks and i’m so so glad you like my writinggg 💕 I’ll try get the fic out for you within the next week? Also would you like to be tagged? if so i don’t mind if you comment your user! again tysm ily ml 🤭

[doctorgerth]

a/n: anybody tired of this song yet? me neither 😌

ft: various male characters

warnings: none, maybe a lil crack-y

one piece men + we don’t talk about bruno

is straight up your FÉLIX. he enthusiastically sings every male part to a T (maybe not exactly in tune, but he has the spirit) accentuated with the different voices, dances, and hand motions. his favorite things about it all are dancing around with you like félix and pepa and the “I’m sorry mi vida go on~” part <3

↳ Coby, Denjiro, Franky, Kaku, Marco, Sabo, Sanji, Shanks

goes HARD on camilo’s part because it’s just too fun. now will randomly yell, “Isabela, your boyfriend’s here!” when he’s trying to get your attention. you’ve low key created a monster by exposing him to this song tbh. you’ve also caught him trying to sing isabela’s solo all prettily when he thought he was alone. it was truly a sight, not much of a blessing for the ears tho 🤡

↳ Ace, Bartolomeo, Buggy, Kid, Luffy, Rosinante, Shanks (again), Usopp, Yamato

he’s just there to support, watching with the goofiest smile on his face as you sing and dance, trying to cover every single part. he just thinks you’re adorable. maybe indulges in some dancing with you, but you won’t catch him singing unfortunately. :-( but it’s ok bc he’s the epitome of the vibing bruno while you do your thing!

↳ Aokiji, Benn, Doflamingo, Drake, Izo, Katakuri, Killer, King, Mihawk

face palms because oh my god, this song again? but he’s secretly smiling and peeking behind his fingers because he thoroughly enjoys the sight of you having so much fun. but inevitably, he will get the song stuck in his head and will walk around absentmindedly humming/singing the song then get mad at you for it 🙄

↳ Crocodile, Hawkins, Law, Lucci, Page One, Sasaki, Smoker, Zoro

If you enjoyed this, let me know by leaving a like, comment, and/or reblog! Any form of support is always appreciated. 🌸

[yaomomvs]

— BEING INARIZAKI’S TEAM MANAGER AND A SECRET VOLLEYBALL PLAYER

inarizaki x f!manager

this is part of a hcs series, let me now what team you want next <3

okay so actually you ended being the manager because the girls volleyball team had already closed the application time

so you you were really looking forward to it and omg you were so sad about it

after being rejected, you were just peacefully going through the gym and you heard laughter from a bunch of guys

you recognized kosaku since he was in your class and waved at him.

and so, they were talking about getting a manager since this team is pretty much a lot to handle

and so since kosaku knew you were hard working and that the first idea that popped out oh his head was that if you wanted to try out.

kita respectfully introduced himself and asked if you were willingly try out 🥺🥺🥺 like what a man 🥺🥺

and mostly because the twins having fangirls always made this process kind of difficult, so instead kita and aran wanted to make sure it was someone who at least was trusted by one of them

and not to brag but bestie you are gorgeous

so it was a win win

atsumu refused to this because as the jerk he usually is, he said that he didn’t need any help

that son of a bitch

he was being soooo petty mainly after you said “oh don’t worry kita, idiots are not my type”

osamu fell in love with you ❗️

and aran

and suna

and well the team.

and so, looking at the other court where the girl vbc was training you said that it was something.

every! single! practice! is! chaotic!

but somehow you managed them so well

atsumu is still trying to prove that he doesn’t but oh boy he is the first one to requiere your help

you better believe this guys are your simps and are constantly competing over someone who a year ago could never imagine they had

your attention? the best way to prove each other they were superior

in away games, god bless the idiot that wants to even dares to try to do a move on you

they are lowkey intimidating

not but seriously

specially and surprisingly kita and aran

son como esos niños mamones fresas que de cierto modo les tienes miedo

besides

this team? over the moon for you

and tbh, they were so grateful for you, you did a lot for them that they started to feel some kind of embarrassing how before they wouldn’t know how to do basic stuff like cooking for camps, labeling they jerseys correctly, searching for new equipment like they love you

anyways that however was kinda sus to them

it all started when somehow you learned so quickly, and the technical stuff was not hard to understand as to others

surprisingly the first one to notice was suna

you could have said something but tbh

you still look forward to play volleyball like more seriously even as a hobby

BUT

BUT

you’d rather be dead than telling your team that’s what you wanted because

a) they could think you only joined to learn volleyball and not help them

b) you had your pride, you want to be recognized by your own merits rather than “of course, they are inarizaki’s manager if they weren’t they could have never been this good”

so you still played volleyball but hid from them

there was a gym nearby where constant tournaments were held

you were a ghost because knowing damn well your boys could go there at any moment you decided to take some precautions

like nickname and position was everything they knew about you

your teammates loved you, so they respected your private life, and it was kind of cool

but what you were not expecting is that for some reason, omimi had followed you one day bc you forgot something after practice.

being a friday it meant for some weird reason you always rushed out

“sus” suna says everytime

so he catches you going out to the gym and maybe, he thought, you were just going to workout or see someone

BUT THIS GUYS EYEBALLS ALMOST FALL WHEN HE SEES TOY RUSH AND TAKE OFF YOUR SCHOOL UNIFORM SHIRT AND TIE TO FUCKING REVEAL A JERSEY WUTH A #3 on it

bye you broke him

and so he tries to process it normally

key word: tries

and here we are him being interrogated by the team incredulous to his words.

ay first they interrogated him being overprotective by the fact that he was spending more time with you but when he tells them what he saw god dammit

they loose it when they find out.

and so, tsumu says something that everyone agrees with him for the first time

“let’s go and spy”

“i swear to god if y/n finds out...”

“shut up aran, unless you want to make it obvious and reveal our identity dumbass!”

“tsumu, the disguises are awful”

“come on kita not you too!”

“what if”

“akagi shut up all of you agreed with the idea”

“osamu you suck”

and so there they go. trying to find you in the sea of people at the entrance, not having a clear view yet, they only search for the navy blue and white uniform that omimi described to them when he saw you.

and then almost as if it was the gods plan, they started hearing whispers of people around mentioning the arrival of one of the most popular teams out there.

“come on what the big deal-” suna started saying, however your figure appeared and he instantly turned into a babbling mess.

as well as the rest of inarizaki vbc.

osamu had to double check to assure himself that it indeed was you, beautiful as ever, walking alongside your hot and apparently talented team.

minutes later, they were standing in the bleachers as quiet as they could. they spotted you.

“A SETTER” atsumu jumped of his seat and had to be scolded by aran who was also surprised by the position you were going to be playing.

“wasn’t expecting that” ginjima talks saying what everyone was currently thinking.

behind them was a couple of guys, who apparently did not know how lower their comments.

“the setter is kinda cute” “wow look at that” oml please even aran who was the voice of reason had the urge to punch them in the face.

still they decided to just focus on your game who has now been started. and even tho they wanted to not do it, they couldn’t help analyzing you and your moves in the court. it was natural, well because they were players and very good ones it’s inevitable for them to compare and to study the way you played more than anything.

they were not expecting you to be this good. almost everything in your technique was polished, your tema work was remarkable and god bless your ability to read the blockers.

but there was a moment when they just saw the panoramic view of your skills. atsumu could see your tired expression, the sweat on your body, he just knew you were feeling now the adrenaline of the last moments of the set.

still you yelled a “we will take it” and then, with the others team hope hanging on a thread, the ball came to your libero, which perfectly passed the ball to you.

there was greed in your eyes, so scary that kita for a moment feared for the other team.

and it was when you did the setter dump that your whole team stood up in pure shock.

who were you and why were you hiding?

sadly the boys screamed way too loud which lead to you, after you made the last point and give the history to your tema, lifted up your gaze and saw a bunch of idiots wearing hats and everything in between.

suna and tsumu ran the fastest in the team directly to the gate, and the with a bunch of losers behind them,

because after everything you were there arms crossed and a murderous look in your eyes.

“IM TOO YOUNG TO DIE Y/N” “osamu shut up!”

they, once you made sure to pinch each and everyone’s ears, starred bombarding questions on how did you managed to learned that and why you did ikr tell them

“come on guys, in school i’m already looked down at just because it’s you! so could you imagine me being a inarizaki student trying to move without your name?”

kita forced them to shut up and aran felt a a kind of guilt

as week as everyone else

“don’t worry y/n, we know now what it’s like to not being your own author.”

and so, they just told you how proud they were.

“maybe we are jerks but y/n we are your jerks, and over there or respect to you has just grown up”

suna the says “you’ve been there all of the time for a while now, i guess it out time to return the favor”

and so ever since then they alwaaaaays try to be at your games

like pls once the referee said one of your serves was out and from the bleachers he screaaaaaaamed, he claims that it was definitely in

kita always gives you some food after a game or practice

talking about practice

even if you are there for being a manager they always try to, at least half an hour before ending practice, they have a quick game with you playing alongside them or just including you in their repeats etc

and goooood bless once again anyone who tried to look down at you.

because after being constantly on you games ofc people started recognizing them as the inarizaki power house

if they heard someone relying your talent on them pls make sure they five them the coldest look ever

like ‘nah bro i dare you to say that one more time’

*knive eyes*

and

even some girls attend your games trying to flirt with them

you know what they do?

they brush them off and say “sorry, my type is y/n” suna says and the are 😳

pretty much everyone does this

come on even aran

inarizaki best boys 🥺🥺🥺

[genshinlover101]

Headcanons about Ayala, Eula, and Yanfei, who S/O found a box of kittens and adopted them all.

Finding a Box of Kittens with Her

Characters: Ayaka, Eula, Yanfei

Warnings: none

A/n: tbh I’m allergic to cats so I have no idea how to write them so I struggled hard 🥲

• You found the kittens delivered outside of the Kamisato Estate. Whoever left them figured if any authority figure would take care of them, it would be the Yashiro Commission.

• You couldn’t help yourself but adopt them for yourself. It was a of litter five small spotted kittens. You were so excited to see Ayaka.

• Turns out I feel like this sheltered girl is somewhat allergic to them. Not life-threatening but if they shed on her she will maybe get a small patch of hives in an area. She’s way too nice to force you to return them though, she was just enthusiastic about them as well.

Ayaka looked inside the little pen she allowed you to build in a corner of a room in the Yashiro Commission Headquarters. She wanted to maintain the kittens as best as possible and keep all the shedding and mess in one specific room. Acho~ she let out a cute little sneeze.

“Bless you,” you say quickly as you manage one of the spotted kittens from escaping. “I’m sorry Ayaka, thank you for allowing me this, I just couldn’t help myself ya know?”

“I understand,” she replied, if it weren’t for her pesky allergies she would be just as invested as you. “I would like to apologize as well, I feel as if the entire load is on you.” 

“In no means, you are supporting this financially and allowing them in your home regardless. You are the backbone of this Ayaka, don’t feel guilty.” Ayaka blushed a little at your flattery.

One kitten in specific approached Ayaka with curiosity. She began petting it along its neck and made a slight oh- sound. She was surprised at the fluffiness of it, she thought maybe keeping the kittens wasn’t such a bad idea anymore.

• Someone set a box full of kittens outside of the Knights of Favonius Headquarters. You, out of all the knights passing by, were the only one who heeded any attention towards them.

• Eula heard the rumors from Amber outside of the walls of Mondstadt that you took in five little kittens and Jean had given you permission to take the day off to get them vaccinated and everything.

• Eula was secretly a pet lover. For such a ridged woman on the outside, she was a big softy for cute things on the inside. She hoped that you’d hurry up and meet her soon because she wanted to see the kittens.

In the meantime, you were carrying the kittens around in a little blanketed basket you bought for them because you couldn’t quite make it at home yet. You wanted to show Eula so badly so you made your way to the outskirts of Springvale where you normally met Eula in the evenings. 

She saw you approaching from the distance with the basket in your hands, she almost melted at the sight. “Ah- who are these little guys?” She asked cooing at them. You watched her lovingly as she absolutely was taken aback by them, using a single finger to let one of the kittens gently teeth at it. You had never seen her so enthralled by something other than vengeance. 

“I found them outside of the headquarters. Eula would you like to raise them with me?” you offered. She looked up at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Do you really mean it?” you nodded and she smiled with glee. From there on out she would make jokes about being parents already of Quintuplets as if she were hinting at wanting actual babies.

• You found the box of kittens somewhere random on the streets, nobody was paying any attention to them so you just swept them up and decided to foster them.

• You consulted Yanfei immediately about how to legally register the kittens as yours and she helped you fervently. She wasn’t particularly fond of small cute animals but if you were happy she didn’t mind.

• Regardless of if Yanfei liked them or hated them she had a heart and a strong sense of justice. She would interrogate you as to where, when, and how you found them in order to prosecute the one who abandoned them in the first place.

You were playing with a kitten, the other three were asleep. One had taken a liking to Yanfei, scratching and nibbling at her feet, begging for her to pick it up. “So where did you find them again?” 

“Outside of Wanmin Restaurant, and it’s okay love you don’t have to get caught up in it. After all, if it never happened then we wouldn’t have these little cuties to take care of would we?” She looked down at the one at her feet. It looked up at her with big eyes, she sighed putting her paperwork down, and swept it up on her lap.

“I guess. But it’s still not right, I mean who would abandon these little guys,” she sprawled her fingers out in front of the kitten while it swiped at them trying to catch them.

“I know. But look that one loves you, how could you resist it.” She let out a hmph, she did have a certain affinity for animals having Adeptus blood in her.

“I suppose.” From that day on, Yanfei turned into a crazy cat lady with all five kittens, it was almost like she was the one who initially took them in over you.

[realcube]

haikyuu!! boys with a s/o that becomes clingy/affectionate while drunk

characters: kyōtani, kenma, iwaizumi, matsukawa and bokuto

thank you anon for this marvellous request mwah

ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP!

tw// drinking, suggestive themes, sexual references, swearing

Kentarō Kyōtani

kyōtani was used to having a cool, laid-back s/o who was just as awkward about physical touch as he was 

i mean, that’s kinda a part of the reason he liked you so much - so y’all could get over your awkwardness together

so imagine his surprise when his usually level-headed, calm s/o came stumbling out of the club, a blubbering mess and threw themselves into his arms, wailing something about a maths test

THE AMOUNT OF EMOTIONS THAT FLOODED HIS MIND IN THAT ONE MOMENT OMFG ADFGHJKL

he was like ‘omg why are they touching me? i kinda like it- wait are they crying? tf? i ain’t ever seen them cry before- should i help them? lord everyone is looking at us now. so what the fuck do i do- AYE DON’T TOUCH ME THERE’

so he had no choice but to dip with you flung over his shoulder lol

he took you back to your shared apartment and forced you to drink some water and instead of ordering a take-out, he just gave you his leftover burrito which he took to the club smh

it was probably cold 

but that was the best he could think of at the time bc he simply needed to shut you up with food bc the alcohol in your system was causing you to become especially touchy, hence resulting in kyōtani getting especially aroused

but the last thing he’d do is fuck you while you’re drunk and i firmly believe that despite the fact kyōtani is a bit of a lout - he still has like a basic moral compass

but i mean if you kept being so damn suggestive then it was gonna be a lot harder for him to resist his urges

you were rubbing him up and shit, calling him every pet name in the book so ofc he just stuck a burrito in your mouth and went ‘stfu 😡’

the painful part was that he was silently enjoying it too (┬┬﹏┬┬)

(though, he was red from blushing lol, not anger) 

and he wasn’t used to it either so obviously he was gonna get flustered, i mean, everything was happening all at once

oh and you told him ‘i love you’ and he literally combusted like lord have mercy on this man 

just that morning you were calling him your ‘annoying rat boyfriend’ (jokingly, ofc) and now you love him?-

that wasn’t the first time you told him that you loved him but he was still blushing none the less 

and he stammered out a ‘love you too’ PRAYING that you wouldn’t remember any of this the following day

anyway, he cuddled you to sleep and railed you as soon as you sobered up - the end ❤

Kenma Kozume

pov: you’re kenma happily being a wallflower in the club then your s/o approaches you, demanding for you to fuck them 

- ok, end of POV - 

anyway, your speech was slurred so kenma wasn’t really sure if that was what you were asking him to do but if it was, he would’ve happily obliged if it wasn’t for the fact you were clearly drunk

mans was blushing though

bc y’all hardly ever do it but now - all of a sudden - you were tightly wrapped around him, garbling erotic threats into his ear

kenma was worried at first but you were like..really weak

so it wasn’t hard to get you off his torso, usher you out of the club and grip your hand as he ordered a taxi 

also kenma had read enough wattpad fanfictions to know how to deal with someone while they’re drunk 

but none of those fanfictions ever mentioned a single thing about how to deal with yourself while your partner is drunk

like seriously..he was in pain

both from the throbbing erection he had and the aching embarrassment he felt - both stemming from the fact you tried to give him a lap dance in taxi ✋ please oml

anyway, he took you back to his apartment and insisted that you have a few slices of the left-over pizza in the fridge along with a glass of water

after you changed into your pyjamas, you had clearly sobered up slightly as you could now compose coherent sentences

but that wasn’t any better for him bc now you were draped over him, whimpering into his ear about how much you love him

‘i’m so lucky to have you, kenma. i love you so much. you remind me of my first cat - you’re such a cat- i mean, blessing..you’re such a blessing.’ 

ngl, at that point he would be at a loss for words, just deciding to hug you until you fall asleep

like he finds it so cute that you’re finally opening up to him about how you feel as you’re usually quite composed and restrained 

but also- what does he do now? 

you eventually fell asleep in his arms and the next day, you woke up to kenma having made breakfast and telling you how much he adores you which was..confusing, to say the least

he told you about how you acted when you were drunk and to say you were embarrassed would be an understatement 

also, he’ll tease you about it for the rest of your life ;)

Hajime Iwaizumi

literally all you had to do was send him a text like ‘iwa...,,.,...ily so mycj ❤’’ and he’s already waiting in the line to get into the club lol

he marches in there, finds you, grabs your hand and drags you home 

let’s hope that your friends know what iwaizumi looks like so they don’t have to just watch a random guy haul you out the club-

and tries to act all like angry iwaizumi >:( but when you are trailing behind him, muttering about how amazing he is, he becomes more like angy iwa grrr (* ￣︿￣)

by that, i mean that angry iwaizumi would bring you home and lecture on how irresponsible it is to get so intoxicated 

but angy iwa just takes care of you but with a disapproving scowl 

and angry iwaizumi would make nasty, bitchy remarks about how inappropriate your outfit is 

while angy iwa would be like ‘babe, your outfit is lovely but maybe wear something different next time, idk....’

either way, he takes good care of you 

he makes sure you eat (and he cooks good food btw - he doesn’t make you eat leftovers lmao) 

he lets you change into more comfortable clothes

he ensures that you don’t die in the shower 

and he forces you to go to bed

but all of that is rather difficult when you’re clinging to him like your life depends on it, raving on about how sweet of a boyfriend he is and covering his face sloppy kisses

his original plan was to go train some more in his gym (yes, there is a gym in y’alls house-) but when you were peppering his cheek in kisses, begging him to stay with you for whatever reason, of course he didn’t have the balls to leave

 so he ended up laying like a log in bed as you cuddled up to him like koala, resting your head in his chest and allowing him to run his hand through your hair as you slept

in that moment - as he stared down at your tranquil figure - he realised how grateful he was for moments like these, as he finally got see a side of you that he knew you’d almost never exhibit when you’re sober

like yeah, you often tell him how much you love him but he can always tell that it’s as if you’re setting aside your pride to say such a thing but now, you’re gushing on about it with the most genuine look in your eyes, he can tell that you’re being completely sincere 

and to say that he adores it would be an understatement 

so yeah, you were kind of a pain while drunk but you were also the most adorable thing that iwaizumi had ever laid his eyes on (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

Issei Matsukawa

ok so the only reason matsukawa wasn’t getting drunk with you was bc the first time y’all got drunk together he got fined for public indecency and you got done for public intoxication

so you decided that it was best (for your wallets) if you took turns getting tipsy

emphasis on ‘tipsy’ bc you both went to the bar together (along with a few friends) and you promised matsukawa that you’d only have a few drinks 

so please explain to him why he is now having to carry you bridal style out of the bar because you are too hammered to walk properly 

and he was kinda grumpy bc he had to leave his friends mid-conversation bc not only were you pestering him but also, the erotic things you were whispering in his ear caused him to get a boner

and he was getting weird looks from people as he carried you home but that was the least of his problems tbh- he didn’t even notice lol

the biggest issue on his mind rn was the fact that you made him hard yet you can’t help him bc you’re drunk smh 

like he was tempted at first bc you seemed down to do it but he quickly came back to reality and realised how morally incorrect that’d be 

so he was mumbling curses the whole way home just to tune you out bc if he paid any more attention to the racy promises you were muttering in his ear- he’d explode

he’s alright at taking care of you like he isn’t iwaizumi’s level of caring but he’s a close second, i mean he’s gotten drunk plenty of times so he knows the basics

he was like ‘drink water idk lol ’

anyway, once he handled himself he wasn’t too fazed by your lustful advances

and he was so smug about it too deadass like ‘keep talkin’ me up, (y/n), you ain’t getting shit until you’re sober.’

smh ANYWAY he thinks you’re so charming when you’re like lovey-dovey drunk but SO annoying when you’re horny drunk bc like- he can’t get some (T_T)

Kōtarō Bokuto 

best for last 👌

ok anyway he’s an athlete and he doesn’t need alcohol to have a good time- he’s forever drunk tbh- drunk on life :)

so while you’re getting hammered with your pals, he’s doing stupid shit while sober lol

once you both rendezvous outside the club to head home and you’re absolutely steamin- he’s just like ‘hi, babe! how’s your night been?’

SO OBLIVIOUS OML

anyway, he drives back to y’alls house and since you’re fatigued at first, you spent 90% of the car ride sleeping

but when you get home, more awake, you’re all up on him

but you’re not like sensual drunk- more like..emotional drunk but with love 🥺

so basically you are sobbing into his chest about whatever and bc he is an such empath he will start crying too, or at least get a bit emotional 

you could say something like, ‘omg, bo. i hardly get to see you because you’re at work so often- i wish i could spend more time with you. i miss you so much’  ╯︿╰

and he would deadass reply whole-heartedly while weeping into your shoulder, ‘I’M QUITTING VOLLEYBALL, (Y/N)!!’

(ok, so maybe he was a bit tipsy too- but like..definitely not has drunk as you)

he has no idea where to start when it comes to taking care of you but he tries (´◡` ‘) 

at the very least, he ensures that you don’t having any more alcohol and that you don’t die somehow 

he’s v overprotective though 

you could be getting a fork to eat your instant-noodles with and he’ll be like 

‘apologies ✋ but i cannot allow you to handle such a dangerous weapon while intoxicated. maybe eat with a spoon instead, idk.’ /h

other than that, he just cuddles you to sleep and deals with you in your badly hungover state the next day

[moemammon]

You are not Beyoncé but you're singing your heart out when you think you're home alone.

(Featuring the demon brothers and GN!MC)

For once, you had the house to yourself! Was this a miracle?? Were the heavens finally smiling down on you from above? Was this the result of all your good karma??? Whatever it was, you were almost certain that you were alone for once.

And what did that mean? Time for a good ol' fashion jam session. You put on your favorite tunes and set them to blast through the speaker of your D.D.D. while you danced around the house, singing your heart out. Who cared if some of your notes were flat, or if you had to drop a few pitches to hit those high notes?

Not you. You were just living your best life without a care in the world.

Until...

Lucifer

Of course the eldest would be around. Arguably the most mysterious and omnipotent brother in the house, so yeah. He's there.

He told you this morning that he’d have a meeting to attend after classes today. You thought he’d be out for a long while, but it just so happened that the meeting ended early today, much to his relief.

Not to yours though, because that means that Lucifer has front row seats to your amazing concert without your permission.

He didn't even have the courtesy to make himself known! He just waited in the kitchen, quietly preparing his coffee while your singing echoed through the halls.

You were sauntering your way to the kitchen as well, fumbling over forgotten lyrics without a care in the world, when you saw him.

Enemy spotted.

Does this mean he heard every single time your voice cracked-

Your eyes lock and Lucifer doesn't even mention what you were just doing, despite the obviously being within earshot of you.

You really start feeling the heat rising in your cheeks when he says "You seem to be in a good mood. Did something good happen to you at RAD today?"

Regardless of how you respond (or not), Lucifer turns his back to you to tidy up, and says "....I don't believe I've ever heard your singing before. You'll have to give me an encore in my office some time."

You swear you can hear the mischief in his tone....

Mammon

This seriously was unheard of. An afternoon without having mammon glued to your hip?? Hell must've frozen over or something.

Regardless, you weren't going to take this for granted! Mammon did mention something about a 'foolproof money making scheme' he had a dream about last night, so he was probably off trying to see if he could make it a reality.

Things like this usually took a huge chunk of greedy boy's afternoon, so you figured you were safe to sing as you pleased!

Besides, he probably would've texted you if he were on the way home, right?

Apparently not, because Mammon was very much home, and did not send you a text. Honestly? He forgot to. He was too busy wallowing in self pity.

How was he supposed to know that using magic to duplicate grim was illegal??

He managed to escape any real trouble and made his way back home, only to have his ears immediately blessed (or assaulted) by your singing.

He's not the type to sit around in secret until you notice him, so catch this boy marching around the house until he finds you himself. Not so quietly calling out your name the entire time, too.

Mammon caught you in the empty library singing your heart out. The acoustics were great in there! They also kinda drowned out the outside noise, so you couldn't really hear him yelling for you.

"Oh, I thought you were screamin' about a bug or something. What song is that?"

He's not shy about singing in the shower at the top of his lungs, so it's not like he's judging you?? But he's got his phone out when you spot him. The bastard is recording you...

So your knee jerk reaction is to attack

"Wh- Oi!! What're ya hitting me for?! I don't care if it's just a pillow- Hey!"

He has chosen death. Goodbye Mammon.

Leviathan

It was kind of bold of you to assume that Levi would ever be out of the house, but he DID mention something about a concert he wanted to attend..? Or some kind of book signing?

You don't really remember, and you don't have the mental strength to scroll through the sea of spam texts he's sent you today.

C'est la vie.

Since you're pretty sure you're alone, you're not taking your solo concert all around the house of lamentation, from the foyer to the west wing, up to the attic and down to the dining room.

Gotta find the perfect spot to sing this next part. It's got a really good bit with a flute, and you wanna stare longingly out of a window or something-

And it's when you pass by otaku man's room that he decides to make himself known by poking his head out. His headset is around his neck and his hair's a little tousled, hinting that he was in the middle of gaming.

You freeze. Neither of you can look the other in the eye.

It takes a while before the silence can be broken, but before you can say a word, Levi speaks.

"Y-You know... you should come to karaoke with me! Only if you want to, I mean! I didn't know you were a fan of singing, so... but you probably have other plans, right? You don't want to hang out with a gross otaku like me blah blah blah-"

You aren't sure if your brain is malfunctioning from being caught in the act, or from the word vomit spilling from everyone's favorite weeb.

Satan

Satan is a good, studious boy so you assumed he was staying after class to head to the library. He was lagging behind, so you didn't question it.

Or maybe he was planning his next prank? Lucifer did have to make an announcement tomorrow morning in front of the student body, and Satan had been awfully interested in glitter bombs lately...

Whatever the case, he wasn't home right now! Or so you thought.

You were busy switching between two different choruses AND a sick guitar riff all in one song, so there was no time to be thinking about the demon's whereabouts.

You did wonder where you left your bag at, though. You vaguely recalled dumping it at the front door, so maybe that's where it was?

Scooting your way down the hall like a music powered locomotive, you were right in the middle of imitating the sound of drums when you spotted the trembling grin plastered to Satan's face.

Hm.

Maybe you could ask Diavolo about sending you back to the human world right now.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were here, or I would've said something." Satan tells you, clearing his throat to further suppress his laughter. From the way his shoulders are shaking, he was barely holding on.

"I didn't think you were the type to like songs like that. Do you have a playlist you could recommend me? I'm interested after seeing how much you enjoy it."

That cheeky grin of his never breaks for a second, so you can't tell if he's actually asking for recommendations, or if he's watching for your reaction.

Asmo

Not a surprise that you assumed he wasn't home, since he rarely is. He's always out partying or shopping around, so you usually don't see him much around this time.

But that also means you're free to sing as loudly as you want! Look out Mariah Carey, there's a new high note singer in town.

Asmo can vouch for that! Because he can hear you. Clearly.

Okay but he's one of those people that joins in while you're singing.

Legit the moment he goes inside and recognizes your song, he's trying to serenade you from the other side of the house.

And boy do you hear him. This man can SING (as expected of a fallen angel), and he likes to sing loudly. He wants all eyes on him after all!

And maybe you'll be so smitten by his angelic voice that you'll come running into his arms and beg that he takes you right then and there!

Wishful thinking though, because that is not how you reacted. Boo...

He finds you, and wants to know what you think of his voice. "Well? My singing was beautiful, wasn't it~? I used to sing all the time up in the celestial realm! I don't mind giving you some private lessons back in my room~"

Was he implying that you needed lessons? Maybe... but he's a sweetheart about it so can you really be mad at him?

Beel

A crepe cart recently opened up for a limited time, and there was no way Beel was going to miss that. And knowing him, he wouldn't come home until there were no traces of food left in sight.

So you figured you'd have plenty of time to brush up on your sea shanties! Bold of you to assume...

Beel can inhale a billion times his weight in food in like, five minutes. What made you think he wouldn't be back home by now?

He was full for a good ten minutes (a new record!) and spent that time in his bedroom, hence why you didn't hear his usual rummaging through the kitchen for food.

Speaking of food, you were feeling kind of hungry yourself! And a little parched from all the singing, so a snack break couldn't hurt!

You slid on your socks along the hardwood floor all the way to the kitchen... where you nearly slammed into Beel. There he was, the mad lad himself.

He was also on the way to the kitchen. Surprise surprise, right? And he managed to catch you by the shoulders before you could slide into anything.

Beel is the least phased by your singing. He just thinks it's nice that you were comfortable enough to sing so loudly! Good to see that you're enjoying yourself.

He doesn't exactly address it? Instead he moves his hand forward to place something into yours.

It's a crepe that he saved, just for you! You stare at the delicate pastry, all topped with layers of fluffy whipped cream, strawberries and blueberries, and lovingly drizzled with chocolate sauce! There's a bite taken out of the side, though-

"I tried my best to hold back, but I took a bite. Sorry..."

How can you be mad at him?? You're not even embarrassed about the singing anymore tbh. Too full of love to care 💕💕

Belphie

When,,,, was Belphie ever not home,, like,,,,

This man has never seen a classroom in his life, so it's not like you could've expected him to be at RAD.

And he wasn't usually in town?? Definitely a homebody.

But Beel wanted someone to go with him to that crepe cart, and Belphie couldn't exactly turn his dear brother down when he gave him those big baby eyes-

And since Beel wasn't home, you figured Belphie was still out, too!

Spoiler alert: you thought wrong.

Belphie was home, and now wide awake thanks to your banshee screams singing. He managed to slip away from Beel when he got too tired. He didn't really want a crepe anyway, so he decided to head back.

Only to be rudely awaken... how dare you...

He's hellbent on finding you, JUST so he can get you to shush. Please.. let him rest his weary bones...

When he does locate you, you have your back turned to him and your music on max volume, occupying yourself with grabbing your clean laundry to take back to your room.

He doesn't speak, instead choosing to watch you shimmy around to the beat of your song. And when you do a little spin, you turn right around to face him and get to witness the sheer amusement on his face.

He's NOT letting your forget about this moment. And you can't escape him either, he won't let you.

The bastard corners you just to repeatedly ask "Hey, what were you singing? I haven't heard that one in a while. Mind singing it again for me?"

"With a voice like that, I'm afraid to ask you to sing me a lullaby."

"...Just kidding. Your face is really red right now, you know?"

You feel the sudden urge to stuff him into the dryer, but you resist.

The urge grows stronger when he imitates the little dance you were doing.