#their relationships and the cute/angsty habits there in

[crypticalwitch]

Hey, people with ocs and charatcer like em, I've got a world request;

Tell me a weird fact about them, in the same way you'd give a headcanon about a popular character

[tragedy-of-commons]

composition

aventurine x gn!reader | wc: ~1k

He needs to go before he decides that he needs to stay.

tags/warnings: cute domesticity, but since it's aven it has to be a little angsty, skin drawing/inking, mentioned topaz

notes: standalone but i'm thinking of expanding on this universe in the future :3c sdfsdfsdf not happy with how it turned out but fuck it

The ballpoint tip of your pen glides over his hand, leaving another trail of red in its wake.

Aventurine watches with rapt attention. The intricate patterns of swirling ink that you insist on marking him with definitely make it harder to color-match an outfit - but he indulges the habit anyway. Perhaps it’s the artificially sweet aroma that’s typical of such cheap writing utensils; he’s now accustomed to the smell of chemically-grown raspberries while you use him as your canvas.

It’s tolerable, seeing you poke out your tongue in concentration while doodling with no rhyme or reason. Some strokes are thick and jagged, wrapping around the myriad of thinner ones to create a picture he can’t discern. 

(However, when you usually finish, you beam in satisfaction. He doesn’t peg you as the abstract type, but he wonders what you see that he can’t.)

His phone vibrates twice in his free hand. The new messages that grace the screen are of no surprise:

Topaz The booking’s confirmed. I handled it and was able to score us better rooms ✨

Topaz Cruor V is too cold to skimp out on the suites with thermal heaters. Now if you could just be on time for once, that’d make my job a LOT easier.

You hum, sage. “Time to go?”

Aventurine makes a show of examining your handiwork after you pull away from him. “Unfortunately, the IPC’s gains take precedence. Although, I could argue that dedicating my time to the arts is much more valuable in the long run.”

“Hah,” you snap the cap back onto the pen. “If you argue much longer, you could make somebody mad. Don’t let my silly doodles keep you, okay?”

There’s a sad smile on your face, and though it doesn’t deter him from leaving right now, he knows that he’ll count each star separating you from him while he sleeps alone on business. He’ll do so with his gloves off, fingers tracing over the faded curves and dips of red - theorizing how many rainstorms it would take to wash you from his person completely.

He finds himself hoping that he’ll never reach a consensus. Aventurine really hasn’t gotten any better at fooling the wide-eyed child clawing at his insides. 

“Yes. That Topaz is probably wishing unspeakable curses upon me right about now,” he lilts, the beginning of the end on the horizon. “See me off?”

“Don’t make it sound so grim,” you complain, “I’m just gonna miss you. You’ll be back on the 24th, right?”

You say it so casually. If he had any less restraint (or any more courage), he would let out a breathy laugh and then chase it with a kiss to your lips. In the past, honey-trapping had come natural to him when he was on assignment; wrapping an arm around the ambassador of an indebted planet, using the bells and whistles of his disposition to make friends with the right people.

You’re not any of that. You’re not any of that, and he knows. It would be pathetic if you knew how much sway you hold over him - how much sway that this pantomime of a relationship holds over him.

Though the scales are forever tipped in his favor, Aventurine finds that it’s woefully unfair. You appear as nonplussed as him; wordlessly letting him into your home at any hour, always cooking for two, and always decorating his skin with that accursed red pen. 

If that makes you cruel, he cannot begin to imagine what it makes him.

“Keen memory,” he brings himself to stand, “Wonder what changed.”

“My memory is fine, thank you very much.”

He cocks an eyebrow.

You flip him off. “Forgetting a few deadlines isn’t substantial evidence!”

Aventurine chuckles, ambling over to the table by the door. On it rests his gloves, which he pulls over his hands. If the ink stains the fabric inside, no one will be able to tell. “Then I’ll make sure to amass a comprehensive portfolio of ‘evidence’ while I’m gone.”

He’s already dressed and presentable for this assignment. In truth, he could have spared Topaz the headache of his tardiness, but what’s the job of Director without a little challenge? He’s sure it will count towards her experience and character, and you get to scribble on him without the constraint of time.

You pad over, embracing him tentatively. Aventurine dithers between pulling you closer and pushing you away, before he settles on doing nothing. His heart isn’t racing, but it feels too small and too big and too full of you. 

“That better be a promise,” you murmur.

(He smells raspberries. He can’t decide if it’s therapeutic or noxious.)

If he were a more selfless person, maybe he’d tell you that promises never go over well for him - that you shouldn’t bother with any of this. After all, ruling a gambler’s heart only serves to turn you into a bargaining chip.

But Aventurine basks in your warmth anyway, letting his shoulders droop. “If you’re so hung up about it, then why not?” 

His phone buzzes somewhere again, and he’s cold as you pull away. “Perfect. Good luck on your.. uh, thing! Tell Numby I said hi.”

“What is it with you and that animal?” he heaves a martyred (fond) sigh. 

You huff. “Warp trotters are cool, Aven!”

“Not when they mercilessly chew up your clothes.” 

Your demands for more information fall on deaf ears, because it really has become time to go. Interastral travel is bothersome, but not so much anymore - meaning that if he’s not at least an hour early, he’s inconceivably behind schedule. His own reasoning tastes acrid.

That note of something has been with Aventurine ever since he woke by your side, searching your sleeping expression aimlessly. He’d chased the feeling with coffee in one of your stupid mugs, a conversation about your too-bright dreams, and letting you scrawl all over him when he desperately needs to go.

He’s ferried past the door, another farewell echoing behind him before he starts walking. The idle images that plague his mind are of stained gloves, the interior of your bedroom, and the calendar in your kitchen with the date of his return circled in red.

You wave to him from the window as he turns the corner. 

He wagers he'll be back on the 24th. 

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[crtstormie]

Loser, baby reprise idea

If we get a reprise of loser, baby in season 2 I want it to be the opposite of the original song.

like wether that be something going on with alastor, his gambling/ alcohol tendencies, or the fact that he hates he’s a winged cat. Maybe, if we wanna be angsty, all three. 

Like how the OG song was a combination of ANGEL’s relationship with VAL, his self destructing habits like drugs and alcohol, and his self hatred for his body and being a toy for Val, (or a PET, like how Alastor sees husk!) 

And then I believe this would take place somewhere more personal like in a enclosed room or bathroom or even at the hotel bar, where the OG was in a messy open setting on some rando street.

Preferably it would be later in the season so there would be a bigger break and relationship development to help the reprise hit harder since it has ALREADY become their song. (And to help the pacing)

So husk would be all down in the dumps and Angel would lift him up the same way Husk did to him all those months ago but since then, their relationship has become deeper and sweeter so it would be slightly more… cute? 

Like I don’t want something as light as the more than anything reprise compared to the original song where it just becomes lighter and more natural, no.

I want it to be sweeter in a way where it reflects how these two are still struggling together, are still losers together but it’s become less insulting and more lighthearted and teasing. like we already see in episode 8 that the losers thing has become a cute lil joke. 

So, it developed even more to where the reprise makes it genuinely sweet while not dumbing down on the purpose of the original song? That would be PERFECTION.

It would be shorter than the og since it is a reprise, and it would NOT be where they kiss. I have many ideas for when they kiss (if they even do cuz omg I love slow burns but idk if I could wait ANOTHER season if we even get a S3) probably about a minute long like the other reprises.

Since I’m so hyperfixated on this idea, I already imagine the main line is changed ever so slightly. 

Instead of ‘you’re A loser baby,’ it’s something super sappy and romantic like ‘you’re MY loser, baby,’ and they would both joke about how soft and stupid they��ve become?!?! I would MELTTTT.

I highly doubt if this were to happen these would be the lyrics by here’s my idea of how it would kinda go 

Angel to husk: so things look bad, and you’re back’s against the wall… *much slower, lighter, softer.

You’re whole existence seems, fuckin’ hopeless..

You’re feelin’ filthy as a {I feel like they would change the lyric here, but it would depend on the context and setting to make it work. Like how the og was outside a gross bar, the line ‘dive bar bathroom stall’ fit for that situation. Or it’s just a general metaphor and I’m insane.}

Can’t face the world sober, and dopeless… [ok imagine instead if it getting higher here like the OG song it gets LOWER? It would be a nice change for a reprise : o]

You’ve lost.. you’re way… but you know you’re life ain’t wrecked {There’s two ways the buildup to the chorus rewrite could go. - 

They could keep it the same, or change it up in a way to where Angel is referring to how Husk already helped him through this and this situation and how he knows it’s pointless to dwell. Which is why he’s helping husk now with the same problem, but he’s just a dumbass because he knows this! Reflecing on the original song idea of ‘yeah you’re pathetic but so am I with you’ kinda mentality.}

So I guess we’re correct… {or, as I originally said, OG lyrics BASED ON story context. Obviously idk what S2 is gonna be like lol}

You’re my loser, baby, my loser, goddamn baby you’re my fucked up little whiney bitch, you’re a loser just like me.

*And I would adore it if husk just did a sarcastic scoff and said ‘thanks asshole’*

You’re my screws-loose boozer and only one star reviewser [this line on they would sing it togetherrr]

You’re a {Depending on if the OG song was saying that Husk was also a power bottom and that was his company or if he just generally had company is still unclear to me, so they could hypothetically keep that line or take a spin on it where they joke about, say, husk being a submissive top? I’m just flowing with ideas gosh} [I wouldn’t be able to make a clever rhyme for that joke except for this so why not] >>>>>>

You’re a sub top at/off the highest rooftop, but you’ve got company~* in a more flirty and teasing tone cuz husk was also teasing him a lot in loser, baby* 

I will not explain the joke but it’s pretty self explanatory [The roof is considered either the most empty or luxurious part of a building, it can also be roofs, flying, wings I THOUGHT ABOUT THIS! And off if we want be a lil… dark if we ain’t referring to flying 🤨] 

|Anyways I ain’t no professional songwriter in any way that’s just a little personal dumb line|

And then it would end! Like I said not in a kiss like the more than anything reprise cuz I don’t really want another chaggie parallel? (Not saying the chaggie and huskerdust parallels are bad it’s just parallels between the f/f couple and m/m couple when they’re both very different I don’t want to be many) - 

I think it would be a hug or a soft snuggle or something more simple get intimate like that : P since Angel needs sweet stuff not more ‘sexual’ :/ advancements.

Or this whole thing is pointless cuz the point of the song was Husk telling Angel once and for all that he’s not alone and they wouldn’t need to bring it up again? But we already got the instrumental so there’s slight hope…

Anyways, if we were to get a loser baby reprise that is just my personal idea of what I think would happen! Obviously the second season is already written but if something even remotely similar happens to this I will be happy. Hell maybe I was right on point but it’s highly unlikely haha

Toodles~ |I didn’t write this at 2 am instead of sleeping on a school night cuz I had 2 assignments due whatttt|

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : Hwang Hyunjin x F!Reader TW : none ; it's just cringe fluff ; Hyunjin and reader are that couple ; Word Count : 1.0k Request : nope! A/N : it was my birthday yesterday and I had to work and y'all, I'm so exhausted. I'm writing this from the future, but I just know I'ma be soooo fucking sleepy!!! I hope everyone is enjoying these and please, know that I am getting to the requests, I just really want to do some cute stuff before I jump back into angst. My life has been angsty enough.

“Send me a picture of your face.” The text came in as Hyunjin walked through the main doors of the airport. Of course, it was from you, so he immediately responded, unable to hide his smile even under the mask that he was wearing. 

“Whyyy? You miss me? Hmmm? You miss me so much??? Wanna hug me? Wanna kiss me? Hmmmm????” He teasingly texted back before slipping his phone in his pocket, giggling to himself and earning disgusted looks from the two youngest guys in the group. “What? Don’t look at me like that. Don’t be jealous that I’m in looove.” 

“Gross. How long have you been dating? Isn’t the honeymoon phase supposed to wear off already?” Seungmin retorted, his nose scrunched up just to emphasize just how disgusted he was. Jeongin nodded in agreement, although they both didn’t hesitate to fall back just so they could keep up with Hyunjin, although it was mostly so they could continue teasing him. 

“The honeymoon phase doesn’t wear off if you’re really in looove.” Hyunjin responded, trying his best not to laugh along with the two youngest. He himself thought it was cringe, as did you, but for some reason, although he didn’t mind it one bit, you both agreed on acting the part of that couple just to see the reactions from the guys. It had been an agreement made at the beginning of your relationship, and now two years in and already engaged, the act had become the real thing and neither of you could shake it. 

“I bet you paint her a bunch of pictures and put cheesy little poems along with them. Don’t you?” Jeongin baited, knowing damn well that he did, but the three of them had made it a habit, almost like yours and Hyunjins habit of being the cringiest couple in the universe, to tease each other about these things. “Bet you guys have matching bunny slippers that you wear around the house.” 

“Hey! Don’t talk about the bunny slippers, you don’t know about the bunny slippers. They’re comfortable and they grip the floor really well.” Hyunjin said, although with that he couldn’t help but let out the laughter that he was holding in. 

“Oh yeah, I bet the bunny slip grips work wonders when you’re chasing each other around having your late night pillow fights.” Seungmin chimed in once more, and now all three of them were laughing loudly, catching the attention of the other members who were walking ahead. 

Truthfully, Hyunjin didn’t mind the teasing all that much for the main reason of being able to talk about you, he loved talking about you, you were his life, his soul, you were his everything, and as long as the teasing stayed aimed towards him most of the time, he was fun with it. You made him beyond happy, and if the guys thought that it was a little cringe, or moreso, majorly cringe, he didn’t care because at the end of the day, he still got to say he was with the most amazing girl in the world. 

“You gonna send me that picture yet or are you gonna make me wait until the tour is over???” He pulled out his phone to read the text from you when he finally sat down outside the gates at the airport, smiling at his phone screen which had your face as the wallpaper. 

Tours were the hardest part of your relationship because you had your own job to be at and you couldn’t just ask for days off, you had to request for them in advance, and Hyunjin wasn’t really the best at telling you about tour dates with much notice. Your relationship was built on trust, a lot of trust, because it was no secret that Hyunjin was by far the most handsome man in the universe-your words, not his-and you knew that a lot of people wanted him. Of course, Hyunjin only had eyes for you, you were the most beautiful girl in the universe, and everyone else-his words, not yours-was a goblin. 

“So impatient babe. Hold up, let me take one.” He teased back before opening his camera and snapping a quick selfie which, for anyone else, would be the worst angle, but with Hyunjin there were no bad angles. He quickly sent the picture with a heart as the caption, watching the little text bubbles pop up almost immediately. 

“How are you so perfect? How am I so lucky? Why are you going so far away this time? Dammit, I miss you. Come back home soon. I love you.” The text read, and his throat tightened as he felt the sudden urge to cry. His heart panged with a sadness and loneliness that he only felt when he was away from you. The tour hadn’t even officially started yet and he was already going through withdrawal from your kisses, your touch, the heat that emanated off your body when you were both curled up under the blankets at home. 

“Send me a selfie a day, I miss you too, you and your beautiful face. I love you so much more… I’ll be back home as soon as I can. We’re boarding now though, I have to turn my phone off. I’ll text you during the layover. I love you babe.” He quickly wrote back before turning his phone onto airplane mode and slipping it back into his pocket, the playful smile that he had been wearing a majority of the time falling ever so slightly. 

“You look like you’re gonna cry… You okay, man?” Seungmin asked, coming up from seemingly out of nowhere to stand beside Hyunjin as they walked through the gates. “Is it because you miss her? Oh man… You’re like… Love whipped or something. It’s weird. Good for you though. Shoulda brought the bunny slippers.” 

Love whipped… Was it a thing? Hyunjin wasn’t sure, not until now. He had heard of guys being whipped by only one other thing, and while he’d certainly, secretly, fall under that category as well, he loved you for so much more. He loved you for everything that you are, everything that you were, and everything that you will be. You had him wrapped around your finger, his heart was connected to yours. He loved you so much that it felt like he was being torn in two just being away from you. Yes, he was love whipped… But god, did he love the feeling of it. 

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[lil-luvxo]

Angsty AveryJameson headcanons plsss

these are kinda bad and cute but hey here they are: angsty (ish) averyjameson head cannons ・❥・

word count: 377

avery has nervous habits like digging nails into palms, lip biting so when she does this he’ll either grab her hands and like play with them or kiss her 

jameson always feels like he’s not good enough for avery as he’s like the “reckless, irresponsible” one - he’ll sometimes just whisper stuff into her ear which sounds sweet but really is him showing his worry as to her leaving him. they’ll be things like “i don’t deserve you” “i wouldn’t know how to live without you - please don’t leave”

ave gives jameson little massages or shoulders rubs when he’s all stressed or worked up 

their first fight/argument was badddd and avery didn’t know what to do because she was knew to the whole relationship thing so she just kind off shut down and didn’t speak to anyone 

avery worries a lot when jameson comes home late to the point where she’s spirally and asking oren if he sent out people to protect him or to track down where he is 

when they do argue it’s kind of about everything in their lives (like mentally, worries about the other or like work if that makes sense 😭) and it results in deep convos from an unsaid tahiti 

their really open with one another and will drop everything if the other person needs them - they also have a never go to bed angry rule

even though they have the odd spat every once in a while they DESPISE arguing with each other 

at night they sleep with some sort of background noise (e.g. music or a tv show) because they both can’t stand silence due to it making them think about everything but their always cuddling each other for comfort 

following on from this sometimes they sing or just talk to each other about their day when the other is stressed or can’t sleep

when avery has panic attacks or flashbacks from the bombing jameson is one of the only people who can calm her down and he will sit with her for however long she needs. he’ll breath in and out with her, draw circles on he back and make her come back and laugh. 

[julysn]

there’s a place for us in a dirty movie | dilf!kyle x fem!reader

𝓢ynopsis ⋆ After a long day of work and taking care of your children, you and your husband end the evening in bed.. and maybe end up making another kid.

𝓘ncludes slightly ooc!𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂!dilf!kyle / submissive top (?) kyle.. idk where i was going with this. / spoiler he rips your panties off with your teeth. / slight praise / you have two kids together / breeding / milf!reader / handjobs / probably didn’t cook. maybe i burned the meal. let me know

𝓦ord 𝓬ount ⋆ ≈4000

𝓝otes ⋆ dunno what i was cooking LMFAO i wrote this during class and i’m pretty sure the cute guy next to me noticed.. also sorry for inactivity!! yk how school is. HAPPY TRAIL DILF KYLE !!!!!!!! AAAAHHHHH

what motivated me 2 write this was there being not a lot of second person smut on kyle :,( can we all agree that first person SUCKS 4 smut 😭 | ao3 link

You sat there in bed, head tilted slightly and eyes lazily gazing into the screen of your television. Your kids were all asleep and tucked in nicely, and you were now waiting patiently for your husband to come home from work.

You and Kyle Broflovski have been married for about four years, and you loved him dearly. You’d give him the world and the moon if you could. The way your life turned out felt like a dream come true—you were living comfortably, had adorable children running around the house, and were in the most perfect relationship ever. It felt surreal.

A soft yawn escapes your lips as your gaze drifts from the TV to the door, before you reach over to the nightstand and pick up your phone. It was about time for him to come home, and you couldn’t deny the little flutter in your chest at the thought of him being back in bed with you. Even though you two were now married, whenever you looked—or, hell, thought about him, your heart rate would slowly pick up its pace and a smile would develop on your lips. It reminded you of your highschool years and when the two of you first began liking each other.

You remembered the day the two of you went on your first date together. Junior year, on a snowy day during December. The two of you were supposed to go to the local Buca di Faggocini for dinner, but it ended up snowing so badly that it was impossible to drive. Kyle decided to walk down to your house because the two of you were practically neighbors, and you both ended up sitting by the fireplace, bodies curled up into an embrace as you watched a movie.

Then there were the basketball games. You only attended them once you and Kyle started to date, and they were fun to watch. Or maybe it was fun because you just gazed at him the entire time. You loved seeing SPHS win, loved seeing the bright smile on his face whenever his team won—which was practically every game, since the other schools in the area couldn’t compare to the athleticism of South Park High—and seeing him celebrate.

Most of your favorite high school memories involved him in some way, whether it be you and Stan’s friends skipping class, or him just being in the background of your fondest moments. You two were truly meant to be.

Sinking deeper into an ocean of thoughts, you almost barely missed the sound of the doorknob twisting, the creak of the door shaking you out of your nostalgia.

“Hey.” You give Kyle a nonchalant smile, hints of tenderness in your expression as you desperately tried to hide the fact that you were practically smiling and giggling at the thought of him. He’d tease you if he knew.

But he could already tell.

Oh, he knew everything about you. Not in a creepy way, of course, but spending so much time with you over the years and watching the two of you grow from angsty, chaotic teens in high school to mature, intelligent adults caused him to learn little things about you. Your little habits, how you’d always try to act relaxed around him even after being married—when in reality you were thinking about him, every little thing. He noticed it, and he loved it. He loved you, loved every little thing you did and said.

“Have you been thinking about me?” Kyle asks, voice soft and smooth as he walks over to you and places a hand on your cheek, lightly cupping it as he leaned down and gave you a kiss on the forehead.

You practically melted at his oh-so-sweet gesture, even if you were used to it by now. He was just so sweet and perfect, the definition of husband material. It sounded crazy, but you were thankful that he was yours, no one else’s. You’d do anything to keep him as yours. You couldn’t help but let your lips curl into a wide smile, a soft blush blanketing your cheeks.

“Yeah.” The truth slips from your lips, and you watch with a sweet, lovestruck gaze as he turns away from you and pulls his shirt off, the softest hint of red climbing up your cheeks.

Kyle’s body was divine, comparable to the likes of Greek gods. He had the perfect set of abs; his athleticism from his high school years etched into his waist like an everlasting memory. Small, slightly noticeable veins ran down his arms, and your eyes fell upon his happy trail. You had to bite your lip to conceal the bit of drool that threatened to spill out, your gaze sliding down the way his hair led down to his genitals.

That was the father of your children. And you couldn’t be more grateful.

You watch him with an almost intense gaze, eyes glued to the sight before you as he balls up his shirt and tosses it into your laundry basket, carefully unbuckling his belt and slipping it off of his pants as he places it on the dresser and pulls his pants down, leaving himself in his boxers. You can’t help but stare as he opens the drawer and picks up a pair of comfy shorts, slipping the fabric around his legs and pulling it up to hug his pretty waist.

Ugh, he was so pretty. Kyle Broflovski was the prettiest man to ever grace the earth with his mere presence. You weren’t exaggerating, that was genuinely how you felt. He aged like fine wine, still as handsome as he was in his teenage years.

God, you could remember the first day you laid eyes on him. Sophomore year, the first day of school.

You had moved to South Park with your parents over the summer, and stepping into South Park High, your eyes were greeted with chaos. It was comforting, in a way, since your last school was stricter than a Mormon’s life.

You were then approached by a group of four boys, one of them being a kid with curly red hair and little freckles on his cheeks. He stood there awkwardly, not saying too much as two of the guys hit on you while one of them just introduced himself and the guys.

You glanced at him occasionally, mentally noting each feature he had. Not to be a creep. But he was pretty. Tousled red hair that slightly covered his eyes. Pale, freckled skin. Mossy green eyes. A defined jawline, unlike one of his friends that was currently trying to impress you. The softest hint of a blush on his nose—was it a cold, or just natural?

After the other three boys had left, the curly-haired teen offered to walk you to class, and you let him. I mean, this was a new school, and you needed help to get around. When the both of you began to walk to your first class, you two instantly hit it off.

And the rest was history.

Falling deeper and deeper into an abyss of nostalgic memories and thoughts, you barely noticed as Kyle slid into bed beside you, letting out a heavy sigh as he relaxed against the soft pillows and comforters. You barely noticed the stress etched into his features, deep in your love for him.

“Y/N?” His voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and you turn from staring at the wall to face him.

When you looked at him, you stole his breath away. Kyle couldn’t believe that you were real. You were an angel, someone worthy of becoming a model. The prettiest wife he could’ve ever asked for. His eyes drifted down to the way your top showed a bit of your cleavage, drifting down to your thighs, the sight of you causing a rush of blood to immediately run down to his penis.

“Yeah?” You tilt your head, looking him up and down. Damn.

Before he could reply, he watched as your eyes trailed down his body, silently admiring his muscles and pale, freckled skin when your eyes drifted down to the growing bulge in his shorts.

Immediately, you spoke, a finger pointing down at his crotch. Your mouth moved faster than your mind. “You want me to take care of that?”

And immediately, you regretted it. The way you said it caused a wave of embarrassment to wash over your consciousness as a blush crept up your cheeks and blanketed your skin.

Kyle blushes too, his cheeks turning a gorgeous shade of red that rivaled his hair as he stutters for a moment. Even though you two had been together for years, the thought of you performing such acts on him always caused a certain heat to rise up to his face.

Silence descends upon the two of you, the soft hum of the television filling the air as he slowly leaned in and captured your lips in a passionate embrace. You didn’t even need a verbal response or a nod of the head to know what he wanted, you just knew.

He wanted you.

Kyle’s arms wrapped around your waist, your hands on his cheeks as your tongues clashed and fought in a battle of control and dominance.

And he was winning.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you melted into the kiss, letting him deepen it as he pulled you onto his lap and slid his hands down to cup your ass, calloused fingers digging into your flesh. Soft whimpers escape his lips as he kisses you desperately, wanting more, needing more of you.

One of your hands slipped down from his cheek down to his thigh, gently squeezing it as you tugged his shorts down and freed his erection from the prisons of fabric. Kyle let out a soft, pretty moan as your fingers gently brushed against his tip, sending shivers crawling up his spine. Pre-cum was already dripping down his cock, the perfect substance to use as lubricant.

“Fuck, oh my god..” His deep, breathless groans encourage you, motivating you to go him, motivating you to wrap your hand around his shaft and pump up and down, pre-cum coating your fingers as you do so.

As you stroke his dick, arousal begins to pool in your stomach. Fuck. He looked so pretty like this, desperate for you to continue your handjob, desperate to finally cum and feel your cunt around his cock. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter just at the thought of the two of you having sex again.

A soft giggle escapes your lips as you stroke his cock, motions beginning to accelerate as you smile cheekily. “Am I making you all worked up, baby?”

Kyle rolls his eyes playfully and flashes you a smile, still able to look as charming as ever even while you were jerking him off. “Maybe.”

You continue your motions, the thought of causing him to climax, or, in other words, to fall off of the edge of heaven motivating you to no end. Each stroke got faster, harder, better as he threw a hand over his mouth to muffle his moans.

The kids are still asleep, you thought, biting your lip anxiously as you occasionally glanced at the door. It was locked, but the kids might knock on the door or cry to get your attention. I hope they don’t ruin this for us.

Your free hand lifts, fingers lazily drawing circles around Kyle’s nipples as he looks down at you, eyes pleading for more.

“Y/N, please, I’m about to cu—“

His muffled warning was too late, as before he could even finish speaking, he ejaculated all over your hand. Kyle let out a deep groan into the palm of his hand, milky white cum flowing down your hand to his balls as his hips buck upwards.

You pull back, slumping against the soft comforters as you lick his semen off of your fingers. The silence was deafening, and you could’ve sworn there was a ringing in your ears. Tinnitus, maybe? Or was it really that quiet?

“So… do you want to go to sleep now?” You ask sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck as you stand up from the bed and walk over to the dresser.

You begin pulling your shorts down and slipping them off of your ankles, the soft fabric brushing against your skin. Just as you place them on the dresser, you feel his arms wrap around you, his calloused fingers tugging at your panties.

“I need you so fuckin’ bad..” Kyle mumbles against your neck, pulling you into him as his teeth graze against your neck. A soft, almost whiny moan leaves your lips as his hands squeeze your thigh before sliding up to your hips.

He pushes you down onto the bed, hovering over your figure as his teeth nibble on your flesh. You whine and gasp, looking down at him as his lips descended your chest to your waist, to your hips, pressing kisses everywhere he went. He was really desperate for you, wasn’t he?

“Oh god..” You moan breathlessly, eyes glued to the way Kyle kisses your hips, eyes glued to the sight of his lips exploring your body. He looked so pretty like this, all desperate to fuck you.

“You’re so pretty.” He comments absentmindedly, busy with ravishing your body, not even realizing the words that slipped from his mouth as his fingers gently caress your skin.

Kyle’s teeth found the waistband of your panties, tugging on them slowly as his tongue darted out to tease you with soft, quick flicks to the skin. Just as you relaxed from his ministrations, he pulls back and you yelp, feeling the fabric snap off of your skin.

“You better pay for that.” You frown, crossing your arms and glaring down at him.

“I will, Y/N. Promise.” He whispers against your ear, leaning in to kiss your temple. You smile at his affectionate action, caught off guard when he starts to rub his member against your entrance, shaft sliding up and down your clit.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod,” You babble out mindlessly, the sensations of Kyle’s cock in-between your folds sending a wave of pleasure throughout your body. He always felt so good.

Loud, breathless moans escape your lips as his hands gently fondle your breasts, his thumb twirling against your nipples. His erect member slid up and down, up and down, torturing you as you waited impatiently for him to slide inside you.

“Shh, darling. Hold still.” Kyle whispers, leaning down to capture your lips into a kiss, your tongues pirouetting and tangoing sloppy as you try to maintain your composure, failing when he was teasing you so good like this.

You let his tongue explore your mouth and muffle your moans, letting him explore each and every single crevice he could come across and memorize the taste of your tongue against his.

Finally, after what felt like years of waiting, Kyle pulls back from you, ending the kiss as he hastily reaches over to the nightstand and grabs a condom out of the drawer. You watch through your eyelashes as he rips the wrapper open, tugging the condom over his shaft as he flicks the wrapper away and turns back to you.

“Are you sure we’re going to need that?” You ask slyly, finger aimed at the condom on his cock. “I wouldn’t mind another kid.”

It was a bold suggestion, but you just had to say it, you just needed to let it out. It’d be nice to have another one, and he was such a good father, it was unreal.

Kyle stares at you dumbfounded, a soft red hue rising up to his cheeks. It sounded like a good idea, in all honesty—your eldest was five, youngest being three. Maybe it was time for another baby..

After a few moments of hesitation, he starts to slip the condom off of his shaft, tossing it aside. “You ready, sweetheart?”

You nod so quickly your head would’ve probably fallen off, eager to have him inside you.

Kyle slowly pushes himself inside of you, gripping your hips as he fills your insides. He was quite large and hard, so it always felt amazing to have him pushing himself past your folds and into your canal. You squirmed in delight, throwing your head back against the pillows as he rolls his hips forward.

“Kyle-!” You moan, pearls of sweat dotting your hairline as he goes deeper and deeper, pumping into you with increasing intensity. Your eyes roll back, your fingers finding the bedsheets and tightening their grip on the fabric.

“You’re so pretty..” He moans, leaning down as his lips latch around one of your nipples, tongue swirling around your areolas as your body writhes underneath him.

Kyle’s thrusts find a steady pace, his hands gripping your hips as he gently sucks on your breasts. You squirm and moan, pleasure coursing through your veins as he starts to tease you, teeth grazing across your chest. His cock pushes in and out of you, in and out, in and out again as the sounds of his balls slapping against your clit fill the air. The kids better not be awake.

“You’re so tight and wet, babe.” The nickname slips out of his lips like he’s wanted to say it forever, but can’t bring himself to. You smile a bit, though, a small smile gracing your lips while he continues to pump his shaft deep into you.

You’re so distracted, distracted by the feeling of each and every thrust in and out of you, distracted by his tongue sucking on your chest, leaving hickeys in areas no one else could see, so distracted that your moans slowly get louder and louder to the point that your children could hear.

Kyle takes notice of this, pulling back and pressing his lips against yours in a quick attempt to silence you. It works, as his tongue swirls around yours and he explores your mouth again, loving how you tasted and how you felt around him.

Once he finally ends the kiss, pulling back and gazing at your figure as you writhe and squirm under him, he places his hand over your mouth so his palm could muffle your moans.

You’re losing your breath, the feeling of his hips brushing against yours and his cock pounding into you sending waves of ecstasy to your core. Soft, breathless whimpers leave your lips, eyes fluttering shut and back arching forward as his hands come up to fondle your breasts.

Kyle’s close, oh so close, oh so close to hitting his climax. He’s going to explode, and it becomes more and more evident as his thrusts begin to increase in speed, cock sliding in and out of your entrance as quickly as he physically could.

“Fuck, I’m gonna..” His words slide off his tongue without its sentence even being completed, cock swelling slightly as he begins to cum. You feel full, full of your husband, the love of your life.

Kyle groans as semen spills into you, penis twitching inside of you as a sense of warmth fills your being. This felt exquisite, divine, like your body was made only for the purpose of being pleased and pleasing your one and only.

Once he’s finally done emptying his cum into you, he pulls out of you, sliding out of you and collapsing against your body lazily.

Kyle lays his head on your abdomen, letting out a soft hum as you run your fingers through his tousled hair. The moment was sweet and peaceful, a stark contrast to the events that had just transpired between the both of you.

Silence envelops your figures for a few seconds, the rush of pleasure slowly fading as he comes to a realization.

“Did you cum?” Kyle asks, looking up at you and cocking his head to the side. A wave of embarrassment washes over your being as you replay the moment and realize no, you didn’t. You didn’t cum at all.

“No..” You admit sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck as he lifts his head from your stomach. He just wasn’t hitting the right spots when he was penetrating, and you didn’t make it obvious.

Kyle lifts his head, the thought of him finally making you cum once and for all sending a spark of blood rushing down to his groin. He presses a kiss to your lips as he quickly flips you onto your stomach.

You gasp as he presses his cock against your folds, feeling it grow and harden. “Fuck..”

A smirk grows on Kyle’s lips, and he leans down, tilting your head to face him, capturing your mouth in a passionate kiss, tongue swirling and spinning around yours.

Distracting you with his kisses, he effortlessly pushes past your entrance, filling you up and making you feel whole once again. You moan and whine, all of your noises muted by his tongue pushing past your teeth and exploring your mouth as if he hadn’t ever kissed you before.

Kyle hits the right spots perfectly, his mind focused on bringing you the most pleasure possible. You squirm and writhe, your arousal elevated by the way his tip tickles your g-spot with every thrust.

“Fuck—!” You cry out, burying your face into a pillow in an desperate attempt to muffle your sounds of delight. You just couldn’t keep quiet, no, not at all, not when he was fucking you like this. Not when he was fucking you so good.

You’re lost in a haze, a haze of satisfaction and pleasure, head empty except for thoughts of how good it felt whenever Kyle pumped into the right spots. You barely even notice his hand crawling up your scalp, fingers wrapping itself around the strands of your hair as he keeps your head buried in the comfort of your plush pillows.

He tugs on your hair, strong enough to lift your head to face him yet light enough to be barely painful, pulling your face closer to his so he could press kisses against your jawline.

Your noises of pleasure and gratification begin to crescendo as you feel yourself begin to climb to your peak, climbing to the climax as each thrust hit your g-spots perfectly. Your fingers curl around the bedsheets, gripping the fabric helplessly, feeling just so good, so satisfied with him filling your insides.

You felt whole again, like his dick was the one thing missing from the puzzle of you. Like he was the key to your soul, and sex was just the way you had to unlock your emotions.

“I’m gonna.. I’m—“

Your warning was abruptly interrupted as he pushed your head back down into the plush pillows and comforters. He knew he had to stop you from waking the kids.

“Just let it out for me, Y/N.” Kyle whispers against your skin, his voice sultry and smooth as his thrusts get deeper, harder, better.He was going to cum, and so were you.

Then, it happens.

You scream incoherently, screaming into the plush fluff of the pillows, screaming with pure delight. Indulgence crashes into you, your orgasm marking an end to your pursuit to climax. Your fingers tighten around the soft fabric, nails digging into your own palm, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

You knew that Kyle was exceptionally good in bed; he always was. But there was something special when the two of you did it this time, something special in the way he thrust into you, something special in the way his lips pressed against yours.

Maybe that something special was the excitement of attempting to create another child.

You sigh and relax against the sheets, panting and out of breath as he releases your hair and plops down beside you, trying to catch his breath. Sweat pools beneath your thighs as he nuzzles his face into your neck, exhaustion overcoming your senses.

“That was really nice..” You sigh heavily, pressing a tender kiss to his temple, looking down only to see that he had already dozed off, eyes shut and lips parted slightly as his soft breaths hit your skin.

Tonight was a night you knew you’d never forget.

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hiiii i learned your name Aiden!!! How are you? Hallow i’m the sugu angst anon, sadly not asking for angst because poor sugu need a break and i love him so much so he deserves the whole world, i wanna thank you for writing my requests 🫶

and if you wanna consider 👀 perhaps an au where sugu didn’t spiral into the whole monkeys thing and so he is a teacher just like satoru? and he’s dating reader whose also a teacher, and they’re in a secret relationship that got revealed and gojo feels betrayed LMAO, anddd that’s all, hope you’re doing great! 🫶

Angsty Anon, how are you!? I love your requests, it's always a pleasure to write for you 💙💙 and yeah, I'm Aiden! I'm only now realizing I've never properly introduced myself on here, so, I guess this is my official introduction lol. And of course, I would love to consider Sugu as a teacher, that's so cute!

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Starring Suguru Geto, in a slightly softer world.

Have you ever heard of the multiverse theory? It gets switched around and misinterpreted a lot, but the basic premise of it is that for every possible outcome, there is a universe that follows it. So, for example, if you're on a walk one morning, and come across a fork in the road, you may choose the left path. When you do this, another universe is created in which you choose the right path, and yet another still where you didn't go on any walk at all.

As such, this implies that there are some fundamental truths across all universes. Every universe you encounter will have stars in the sky, and a force of gravity will keep everyone down. You won't find a universe where atoms aren't the building blocks of life. You won't find a universe that doesn't have a sun in its center. And you won't find a universe where Suguru Geto is a morning person. 

He all but yells into his pillow as his alarm sounds off at 5:45 AM. He considers violence, a possible war crime against his phone for committing the egregious sin of waking him up before the sun is even up. He considers aggressively turning the alarm off and going back to sleep, letting the world continue on without him as he becomes one with his comforter. 

And in the end he does none of it. He turns his alarm off like a normal person, and forces himself out of bed at the truly ungodly hour of 5:45 AM. Why you ask? Because class starts at 7 AM, and the kids he teaches are relying on him to show up and be a model jujutsu sorcerer, just like they are for all of the other teachers at Jujutsu High. And just as it is a fundamental truth that Suguru Geto is not a morning person, it's a fundamental truth that he would do absolutely anything for those he loves. And Suguru loves all of those kids, even if they can get a little annoying at times. 

He’s falling asleep while brushing his teeth when he gets his first text of the day from you. A short and sweet “Good morning sweetie 💜” to give him the motivation to push through his morning routine. 

He sends “Good morning to you too Darling 🖤” to you while smiling, finishing up brushing his teeth before mentally preparing himself for the arctic plunge of a shower he’s about to take to finish waking himself up. 

Once he’s dressed and as awake as he’s going to be at 6:00 AM, he goes to check on Nanako and Mimiko out of habit. Of course, he finds their shared room empty, considering they moved into the dorms a week ago when school started. 

“Right.” He grumbled to himself, shaking his head. At this point, it feels like he’ll never get used to them not being around. He wondered how Satoru adapted so quickly when Megumi moved into the dorms. Then again, Satoru seemed to be made for adaptation, meanwhile, Suguru had always struggled more with change. 

Before he could get too lost in his thoughts, A car horn blared through the quiet suburb. “What is he-?!” Suguru snapped at the air before rushing outside and into his friends car.

“What the hell are you doing Satoru?!” He asked, suddenly very awake.

“Letting you know I’m here.” Gojo smiled as he pulled out of Sugurus drive way and onto the road.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but could you not have just texted me?” Suguru grumbled, “You’re going to wake up the entire neighborhood!”

“My phones dead.” Satoru shrugged. He had a habit of passing out while scrolling tik tok and forgetting to put his phone on the charger. 

“And I suppose knocking on my door was out of the question?” Suguru asked. Gojo clearly did not see the issue with violating air pollution laws, and it was starting to irk him.

“In the rain? No way dude!” He laughed. It was at this point Geto looked out the window. Well shit, it was raining. He was so focused on just getting to the car he managed to miss it. 

“It’s like, barely raining.” He argued with his friend. The white haired main beside him just shrugged.

“Hey man, you’re lucky I give you a ride at all,” Gojo reminded him, “I could just teleport to school.” Suguru would have tried to argue with that, but he knew better than to enter an argument on the losing side. He just sighed and shook his head.

“Whatever man….thanks for the ride.” He added at the end.

“You’re welcome!” Gojo smiled. Suguru sighed as he got comfortable in the seat, leaning against the window. The main reason he got rides from Gojo was so he could take a nap on the way to the school. It was a long drive, and the thirty minutes he spent passed out in Gojos car went a long way to making him not an asshole to his class in the morning. It felt like his eyes had been closed for all of two seconds before Satrou was waking him up, letting him know they had made it to their destination. 

“Good morning Geto, good morning Gojo!” You greeted the men as they joined you in the teachers lounge. Suguru smiled warmly when he saw your face, familiar and bright, even at 6:30 in the morning. 

“Good morning L/n.” Geto yawned as he rushed to the coffee pot in the room, still half full.

“Morning L/n!” Satoru beamed as he sat next to you. Normally, the three of you were on a first name basis, but a professional setting calls for professional dialect. “So, you two do anything fun on your weekend?” Gojo asked. Geto looked at you from the corner of his eyes, seeing how you handled this situation. You would have stolen a glance at him, but Gojo would have definitely noticed that.

“Eh, not much really,” You shrugged, “I went and visited my parents, and mostly just tried to catch up on reading.” That was definitely, 100% not what you were doing this weekend. In actuality, you had spent the entire weekend with Suguru. The two of you had seen a movie, checked out his favorite soba shop, and spent the vast majority of the time cuddled in his bed watching horror movies to get ready for ‘spooky season’ despite the fact in was, indeed, April. 

But you couldn’t say any of that to Gojo. You and Suguru were co-workers, your romantic relationship wasn’t just discouraged and taboo- the employee handbook strictly forbid it. As much as the two of you wanted to tell your shared best friend about the beautiful relationship you’d found, you couldn’t. Mostly cause Satoru couldn’t keep a secret to save his ass.

“Cool! What about you Suguru?” Gojo smiled as he looked to his best friend, deciding for now that professional language was for the birds.

“Eh, I mostly stayed in. I re-watched the scream movies.” He shrugged as he drank his black coffee.

“Isn’t it kinda early to be watching horror movies? Or, I guess late?” Gojo asked. 

“It is never too early for spooky movies.” You said, jumping to Getos defense maayybe just a little too quickly. Gojo raised his eyebrows at you. 

“So I see were feeling a little defensive.” He pointed out. 

“Not defensive, I’m just saying. It’s always horror movie time if you’re not a coward.”

“Hey, I-”

“Uhh, Sensei?” Itadori asked as he popped his head into the door. Immediately all attention went to him, and silently, you thanked the pink haired boy for saving your ass.

“Hey Itadori! What’s up?” Gojo asked, all smiles for his student. 

“I could really use your help with the algebra assignment from last night,” Itadori explained, “I don’t think I really grasp…well numbers.” He explained. Gojo chuckled and shook his head, but didn’t argue cause he, like Geto, knew better than to argue with the truth.

“Yeah Kid, no problem. Let’s go to the classroom.” Satoru said, getting up and letting Itadori lead the way. There was a heavy silence that filled the room after, both of you listing to Satoru’s footsteps until they vanished. Once they were gone, you both let out a deep breath.

“Well that could have gone worse.” Suguru chuckled softly.

“Yeah, that was my bad,” You sighed, “I swear, he looks into the littlest of things.”

“That’s Satoru.” Suguru confirmed with a nod, “Always suspicious of something. Somethings never change.” He shrugged. You looked around, making sure the coast we clear before standing up to give Suguru a quick hug. 

“Ain’t that the truth.” You chuckled. Suguru smiled as he held you close, his mind wondering off to the other things that never seemed to change. The school, sorcerer society as a whole, the way he felt for you- even all the way back in high school. He had a crush on you even before you saved him, and it only intensified after.

Of course, as far as you’re concerned you didn’t save anyone that day in the graveyard. You just talked some sense into an old friend. You would never know just how close to the edge Suguru was that day. How could you? All you knew was that his faith was shaken, and he needed some reassurance. 

He could still go back to that afternoon in his mind like replaying a movie. He could still see the gray skies of fall, heavy with dark clouds. He could still smell the rain water and grave dirt hanging in the air. And could still sense the confusion he felt when you brought him to your best friends grave. He had never met the girl, she had died to a curse long before you enrolled in Jujutsu High. So why were you bringing him here now?

“This is where my friend lies,” You explained to him what he already knew. “It’s been a few years now, but I still think of her every day.”

“I’m sorry for your loss Y/n.” He said the only think he knew to say.

“Suguru, why are you a Jujutsu Sorcerer?” You asked, suddenly looking at him with overly intense eyes that made him feel so small. Why did he was he a Jujutsu Sorcerer? He didn’t fucking know! Especially not anymore. He used to know. But, he lost that direction. After Riko died. After Haibara died. He didn’t know what the point to any of this was anymore.

“Why are you a Jujutsu Sorcerer?” He asked back, not so smoothly dodging the question. You just pointed at the grave.

“For her. And for you, and for Riko and Haibara. For everyone I have loved and will love, I do it to protect them.” You explained it as if it was just that easy. And maybe it was. For you.

“How are we protecting them exactly?” He asked, eyes narrowing in suspicion, “Please, tell me just how exactly we protected Riko and Haibara?” He questioned.

“We protect them in death.” You shrugged, “Honor what they would have wanted. Do you really think Riko would want you to waste the life she so desperately wanted because of her death? Do you think Haibara would have wanted you to throw away all of your potential because some higher ups fucked him over? Or do you think they would want you to live your life to the fullest, and work hard to see that potential fulfilled?”

“I think they would want us to fight for a fundamental change in the system. For a world without curses.” 

“Suguru, you and I both know that’s not possible.”

“But it is,” He argued, saying things out loud he had only thought up until now, “Humans are the only ones to produce curses, you know.”

“So what? You’re just going to kill all humans?” You scoffed at the absurdity of the idea, and he genuinely felt a little embarrassed. “What would that fix?”

“Well, there would be no curses, for one.” He pointed out.

“And what would that achieve?”

“We wouldn’t have to watch our friends and family die at the hands of disgusting curses!” He argued, frustrated that you couldn’t see his vision.

“No, we would just have to watch them die at the hands of other sorcerers, right?” You pointed out. “A world without curses doesn’t fix the cruelty that created them. Curses aren’t what killed Riko, and removing them won’t bring back Haibara.”

“No, Humans killed Riko.” He could still hear that god forsaken cult, clapping away as if a little girl hadn’t just been slaughtered. No, worse. Clapping away because a little girl had just been slaughtered. It was all he could hear late at night. You sighed and nodded.

“That's true. She was killed by a human, who was raised by sorcerers.”

“So are you trying to argue that actually sorcerers are the root of all evil?”

“No Suguru, I’m trying to argue that there is no “Root of all evil.” That it’s all just beings that exist. There are bad humans, of course. Just like how there are bad sorcerers. Everything that exists exists with some good and some bad. You can’t just fix the world with one final, fucked up solution.”

“I just don’t see the point in trying to save people who historically treat us like were fucking disposable!” Suguru snapped, hating that it was starting to seem really hopeless. Were you right? Was there really nothing he could do?

“Sugu, I think you’re getting caught in the details. You’re not seeing the forest for the trees.” You sighed. “ Yes, the Star Cult was full of the most fowl people. And yeah, a lot of humans do treat us like shit. But there are just as many humans who are kind to us. Humans who see their children's cursed techniques as blessings, not curses. Humans willing to die if it means being there for the sorcerers they love and standing by them. Humans like your parents, and my best friend. Humans that are worth protecting.”

“So we have to protect them all just because a few are good?”

“Would you protect a bad person to save me?” You asked. He hadn’t really thought of it like that. It was a moral question he wasn’t ready for, and struggled to find an answer to.

“I mean, I guess I would.” He finally said. 

“Exactly. That’s kinda the point of Jujutsu Sorcery for me. It’s not to protect the world- that’s too monumental of a task even for Satoru Gojo. It’s to protect the ones I love and care for.”

“And what about when we can’t protect them?” He could feel the tears prickle as his eyes now, a stinging that demanded attention. He rubbed his eyes in a futile attempt to make it go away.

“Then I live to honor them, in a way I think would make them proud. I understand where you’re coming from. Heartache is a hell of a thing to battle, and witnessing a young death changes a person. But, continuing to perpetuate that hurt, won’t make it go away. Especially when it comes to such grandiose ideas like “kill all humans!” it doesn’t fix anything. It just hurts the people around you, both with us and departed. I mean, is slaughtering a billion strangers really worth ruining the people closest to you? The ones who love you? Please, don’t let your hate kill you Suguru.”

He didn’t know what to say. But that line rang in his ears. Please, don’t let your hate kill you Suguru. It drowned out the clapping in his mind. Please, don’t let your hate kill you Suguru. It played louder than Yuki telling him that humans were the only ones to create curses, and that he knew what he believed. Please, don’t let your hate kill you Suguru. And it was what was playing in his ears as he stared at two kids in a cage. Scared, alone, neglected. He felt it then, his hate rise up like bile in his throat, threatening to slaughter him. Please, don’t let your hate kill you Suguru. Please, don’t let your hate kill you Suguru.

He took a minuet to breathe. Was killing this village really going to do anything? It would feel good, yeah- righteous even. But there were a million more like it. And he couldn’t single handedly slaughter them all. Not without hurting You, Gojo, Shoko, Riko, Haibara, and his own mother all in the process. Were a billion strangers worth the people he loved? 

“You know, if you don’t want these girls in the village, there’s a better way to handle it.” That night he adopted Nanako and Mimiko. Sure, he may not be able to save every Jujutsu Sorcerer in the world. But at least he could save these two. A few weeks later, that village burned to the dirt in a forest fire, so maybe karma was real. 

The bell ringing broke his train of thought, and snapped him back to the real world. You smiled as you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “See you at lunch!” You winked to him as you grabbed your bag and made your way to your classroom. He smiled softly as he watched you go. 

“Yeah, see you then.” He said, making his way to his own classroom. 

Suguru swore up and down his class wasn’t hard. It was classical literature, if ya just read the book, and did the assignments, he was pretty generous with the A’s. It was why conversations like this were always at least mildly amusing to him. 

“I just don’t understand why you’re being to difficult about this” Nobara argued, “It’s just a few points!”

“Nobara, rounding from a C to an A is not a few points. It’s an entire letter grade.” He gently reminded her. 

“Yeah, and what’s an entire letter grade if not just a few points?” She argued back. He sighed and rubbed his temples. Nobara had always been a forced to be reckoned with, and was always determined to get what she wanted.

“Look, Nobara, I’ll compromise with you. You know the big report we have coming up on Fires on the Plain?”

“I do.” She confirmed.

“If you do really well on it, And I mean really well, I need you to make at least an A on it- I’ll bump your grade to a B+” That was where her grade would be at anyway if she made an A on the report, “Sound good?” Nobora grinned like she got away with something.

“Oh yeah, I could do that in my sleep!” She declared, and Suguru had to hold back a laugh, “You’re on Sensei!” She grinned, muttering a soft ‘sucker’ under her breath as she left the room. Once she was gone, Suguru let his chuckle out. It was always fun tricking his students into accidentally taking their studies serious. 

“Whats got you giggling?” You asked from his doorway, a small smile creeping onto your lips from the sound of his light laughter.

“Oh, nothing,” He said with a wave of his hand, “Just my students thinking they’re gaming the system by-” He pretended to check his notes- “Doing the work.”

“Let me guess, Nobara?”

“It was Nobara.” He confirmed, and you both let out a small giggle. You walked into his classroom and leaned against his desk facing him. 

“Very on brand for her. So, have you thought about dinner tonight?” You asked. He smiled and nodded, getting out of his chair to come and wrap his arms around your waist. Was it risky? Kind of, everyone was out to lunch, sure, but that didn’t mean that you two weren’t out in the open. He couldn’t help it though. Whenever you were around, he had to have his arms around you. He didn’t spend almost 6 years chasing your affections to not hold you whenever he could. 

“I have actually,” He smiled, “I thought we could cook something together tonight? I found a new pork belly recipe that seemed right up your ally.”

“Oooo, another night in! How exciting!” You giggled. And you meant it too. While to most people, a night in was a boring everyday thing, Jujutsu Sorcerers weren’t blessed with the luxury of having a night at home promised to them. They weren’t even guaranteed the simple pleasure of coming home at night. So, a night in to the two of you was fun, exciting, and unquantifiably valuable. 

“I thought you’d be excited,” He smiled lovingly at you. You look so precious in his arms. He couldn’t believe something as beautiful and pristine as you found any value in him. That you had found him worthy of the time it took to save him. Suguru wasn’t a religious man, but he thought maybe he could believe in angels if they were half as perfect as you were. He had no idea what he did to earn the right to have you as his angel, but he was so fucking happy he did it.

His swelling emotions got the better of him, and he leaned down to kiss you. A warm current flowed between the two of you, the familiar taste of cinnamon coffee filling your senses as you melted into him. He was comforting and safe, and in his embrace you were almost convinced nothing bad could ever happen. 

“OH, I KNEW IT!” Of course something bad had to happen. The two of you scrambled away from each other, looking at Gojo like two teenagers that had been caught making out in your parents car. It was actually embarrassing. “I KNEW YOU TWO HAD A THING!”

“Satoru, It’s not what it looks like!” You panicked.

“Yeah, It’s not like that, Y/n just…had something on her face! I was wiping it off.”

“With your mouth!?” Gojo scoffed.

“...Yes?” Someone, take away Suguru’s lying privileges. Your face hit your plam at the lame lie, and Gojo rolled his eyes.

“I’d asked if you guys thought I was dumb, but clearly you do! Why would you keep this from me?” He all but whined as he fully entered the classroom.

“Well Satoru, it’s…well..” You tried to think of something to save his feelings.

“There are celebrity tabloids better at keeping secrets than you Satoru.” Nevermind Suguru, go back to lying.

“Hey, that’s not true!” Satoru said on his own defense, “When Shoko started smoking again I kept that secret!”

“Shoko started smoking again?” You gasped.

“...fuck.” Satoru whispered. 

“See Satoru! That’s what we mean.” Suguru sighed, seeing his job flash before his eyes. 

“It’s still not cool!” Gojo pouted, “My two closest friends in the entire world fall in love and they won’t even tell me! No wonder you guys haven’t wanted to hang out on the weekends. You’ve been together, haven’t you!?” You and Suguru looked down in shame. Maybe it wasn’t exactly fair to keep him completely out of the loop. 

“Do you guys hate me?” Gojo asked, the betrayal he felt seeping into his voice. 

“No, Satoru, we love you!” You assured him.

“You’re our best friend, of course we love you!” Suguru confirmed, “We just also like being able to pay rent!”

“Paying rent is so important!” You nodded. 

“I wouldn’t tell anyone!” Satoru insisted, “I would never do anything to put your livelihoods at risk! I thought you guys would have known that.” He pouted. 

“We do know that,” You sighed.

“Do we?” Suguru whispered, just for you to swiftly pat him to remind him to behave.

“We were just being cautious. I’m sorry we hurt your feelings Satoru.” You apologized as you went to your wounded friend, patting his back for comfort. Suguru joined you on his other side.

“Yeah man, I’m sorry. We’ll try and keep you in the loop about more things, okay?” Suguru promised. Satoru sniffled and nodded. 

“Okay…I forgive you guys.” He said, looking up and smiling at the two of you. “So when do I get to come to date night?”

[megumimania]

A BIRTHDAY — suguru geto

summary: geto’s birthday doesn’t come without a period of reflection.

content/warnings: geto x black fem reader, set a couple years after hidden inventory arc, established relationship, semi angsty, suggestive, italics are used to signify past conversations,am i late to the party yes but who cares! i fought tooth and nail for this not to have a happu ending

“so what do you say?” suguru’s hand reached out for yours with a charming smile that made it hard for you to say no to. “i’d say that this is the most insane idea you’ve ever had, but im in.”

you really don’t know why you took up his offer that day.

yes, you could argue that you were foolish. caught up in the fantasy of running away from all your responsibilities as a sorcerer or maybe it was because you were curious to see how his plan of eradicating all the non sorcerers in japan would play out.

the sounds of birdsong resounded throughout the grand estate. acting as background noise whilst you laid against one of the pillars out back as you lit up a cigarette—a habit that you picked up in high school. a time in your life that ended just as quickly as it began.

however that didn’t stop you from reminiscing about the memories. never did you indulge in them for too long though, afraid that you would be clinging on to a life that was no longer yours.

besides you lived a different life now.

you were older and now responsible for two adorable little girls mimiko and nanako. they were your entire world and you made sure they knew of that spoiling them rotten with a bunch of toys and cute outfits.

aside from the girls, you and suguru’s relationship was pretty rocky to say the least—years of built up emotions and unspoken words drove a wedge between you both. for you it grew harder and harder to turn a blind eye to what he was doing.

the constant killing of non sorcerers and consuming of curses changed him as a whole. his goals became more lofty and vague rather than being practical and tangible.this often lead to hushed arguments between you both that caused you both to bring your ideologies into focus, making you question if losing everything was worth it at all.

“don’t you think this is all getting out of hand?” you asked one night, wrapping up your hair for bed. too tired to even start an argument.

“it’s extreme yes but it’s necessary.” he replied with a chilling coldness that was unlike him. it was obvious he’d thought this was the absolute truth and you couldn’t convince him otherwise.

he was too far gone.

“necessary? are you hearing yourself?” you felt your blood run cold. the man you once knew now stood before you a stranger.

“i understand it may not be to your tastes but this is the only way.” he replied curtly, signalling the end of the conversation.

he never apologised. leaving you both in the constant cycle of fighting, fucking and making up with each other. some days you’d be playing happy families, taking the girls to school or the park which made you forget about all the chaos that loomed around you.

other days were spent meeting with potential clients who sought out geto as a last resort; using up most of their life savings or last pay-check in hopes that master geto could cure them of their ails or bad luck. you pitied them the most. they were usually the elderly who rarely never made it out alive unless they paid on time.

with a man like suguru the carnage bled into all avenues of his life; his blood splatters in the hallway, the blood on the walls, even on his robes. the metallic scent of blood still lingered when he buried himself in you. no matter how many times you scrubbed yourself clean, you still felt tainted by him.

however you couldn’t dwell on these thoughts for any longer, you had a birthday to celebrate.

you stubbed out the remainders of your cigarette and headed back inside, plastering a false smile on your face as you greeted the kitchen staff. you were presented with suguru’s cake—a rich chocolate cake that had the girls scribbly hand writing in red icing making you smile.

you and the girls carried the cake and his gifts to his room being sure to knock thrice. he opened the door his usual neat top knot now spilling across his shoulders, his robes quite disheveled—yet he still looked handsome as ever.

“happy birthday papa geto!” the girls said in unison holding out their gifts for him to take. suguru’s eyes crinkled as he smiled at them, taking the gifts and setting them down on his desk.

he locked eyes with the cake and you saw a glimpse of his former self peeking through. “you did all this for me?” he looked at the girls with disbelief, feigning surprise knowing damn well he heard you and the girls causing a ruckus in the kitchen.

“yes we did papa do you like it?” nanako the more outspoken of the duo asks but nonetheless their eyes sparkle in anticipation, eagerly waiting for their dad’s approval. suguru lifts them up into his arms and looks at them with such a rare softness that they only got to see.

“i love it more than anything girls, thank you.” he peppered the girls faces with kisses making them break out into a fit of giggles as they tried to break free from his grasp.

it was a picturesque sight of domesticity that you wanted to capture and relive over and over again until it was ingrained into your mind. until you could live and breathe this moment again.

once he blew the candles and the tendrils of smoke dissipated into the morning sun. mimiko was eager to ask what he wished for but in true suguru fashion he was tight lipped about it, standing firm even after all their pestering.

mimiko and nanako eventually gave up and left to play outside, their burning curiosity fizzling out. you and suguru were left alone and it seemed like the celebratory mood died as soon the girls left the room.

“what did you wish for?” you asked into the echo chamber of the bedroom. the silence was driving you mad. “you.” he replied not missing a beat as he inched closer to you. the way he said it with such conviction almost fooled you into believing him.

your treacherous heart betrayed you once again exposing how much you missed him, how much you needed him.

“you already have me.” you said matter of factly, clearing your throat as if it would quell the conflicting feelings of desire and resentment you had towards him.

suguru picked up on your conflicting wave of emotions and paused. “sorry.” he muttered before continuing “I shouldn’t have—I should go.”

and just like that the axis between you both tilted from growing tension to mild tolerance .

you wondered if you should’ve just caved in and enjoyed the fleeting moment of pleasure he offered, knowing how good his touch felt but you knew it was for the best not to fall for it again.

maybe one day you’ll both come to an agreement that this was no longer working. but you were just fine with dancing around the topic until one of you finally had the guts to end things.

[han-jislay]

underrated bokuaka fics #2

these are only some fics i have read, they're all underrated!! they make me feel giddy and they feed my bokuaka addiction.

ex revenge hot line | Lxnn word count: 63, 388

akaashi's side job is to get hired from someone who got hurt to date their ex and break their heart

↳ a little angsty at the end, but happy ending never the less. "you're not evil, just heartbroken."

say yes | kazzydolyn word count: 7, 721

5 times bokuto asks akaashi a question and 1 time akaashi has a life changing question for bokuto

↳ very cute and makes me feel single in 100 ways. 5+1 trend!!

call me koutarou | kazzydolyn word count: 2, 888

akaashi tries to break the enduring habit of calling bokuto "bokuto-san"

↳ i see this as very canon, this story is so well depicted! not ooc at all.

soft blue | groaninlynch word count: 6, 031

akaashi is unaware he lost his sketchbook and bokuto takes a sneak peek

↳ literally the reason why i wanted to make this list. 100% underrated!!! i love this so much

the great mystery of a hickey | sunnybluesky word count: 25, 479

hinata, atsumu and sakusa go on a mission to find the mystery lover that gave bokuto a hickey

↳ a bit long, and the trio is a bit stupid but it's bokuaka so no complaints

i pretend you're mine, all the damn time | glitterati word count: 4, 326

bokuto asks akaashi for kissing practice because of a girl

↳ oh how the turns have tabled. this story got me hanging by a thread.

cat and kid | norio word count: 2, 817

kenma gets a misunderstanding about akaashi and his cat, bokuto-san

↳ norio's works are so good yet underrated!!! this story was a rollercoaster and i swear i had no idea what was happening. poor kenma must've felt 2x worse.

the impaled | norio word count: 2, 184

bokuto is a vampire hunter and akaashi owns an antique store

↳ you know when you want a part two so bad?? yeah. this one is the one.

cookies and cream | norio word count: 5, 840

akaashi has a habit of stress baking

↳ i think this is one of my favourites, i love baking and bokuaka, what a perfect combination.

nine hundred lies | norio word count: 8, 454

akaashi is a big fat liar. happy ending

↳ it's a happy ending, but akaashi lies through his teeth. do you think there's a confession?

one in a hundred | norio word count: 4, 080

though he has no proof, bokuto thinks dating akaashi would be easier if he didn't try to break up with him all the time

↳ akaashi second guesses himself so much, it projects onto his relationship. damn

4am | talonyth word count: 13, 448

akaashi doesn't call often, let alone at an ungodly hour

↳ i was quite conflicted about this story but it's actually quite good, especially at the end! almost like a slow burn. but medium. so medium burn.

wing man | CheekyBrunette word count: 8, 366

kuroo doesn't let anyone date bokuto that doesn't meet his standards. fortunately, akaashi does

↳ bokuroo is like peak comedy and friendship goals! oh to have a friend like kuroo. this story was quite nice and it's more of kuroo's pov than anything.

hanging by a moment | gabstar word count: 1, 169

finding the perfect moment isn't always easy

↳ my descriptions are so bad oml, i can't really remember what this was about, but i do remember that akaashi and bokuto has their own pace, and a lot of people like to interfere.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Laughing Jack x reader who has abandonment issues/is clingy

Wwas originally going to make this more angsty but i wrote the framework of this post when i was in an ugly head space but now im chilled out soooooo.....

Notes: reader is GN, short post, established relationship, you both have issues

CWs: none

he gets it, he himself has the same issues and a lot of it comes out through him clinging onto you as well as generally wanting to hang out with you... he... also doesnt take rejection all that well but thats its own can of worms

you both reassure each other that one wont be leaving the other

sometimes wraps his arms all up around you from head to toe to further push the point that he doesnt intend on leaving you behind anytime soon

no need to get jealous over him hanging out with anyone else given that he doesnt really leave your house outside from the odd errand here and there- youre kind of the only person in his life at the moment

not that that youve cut him off from others, being stuck in a box until someone stumbles upon it doesnt open the door for many interactions

HE on the other hand gets very jealous when youre out for an extended period and will pout until you come home

admittedly its not the healthiest but you do make one another feel secure at the end of the day

i doubt he will ever open up and talk to you about his past, but if you ever do hes going to be clinging onto every word and making sure you feel heard

makes it a habit of leaving a note when hes heading out

loves when you do something in return like leaving a note in response ! its a cute little thing the two of you do between each other, even when youre both home

[hischierswhore]

I’ll request a Chris one cos there isn’t any yet and my boy deserves one 🥹 can I request one where the reader breaks up with her boyfriend and goes to Chris (her best mate) and he ends up confessing his feelings while comforting her? Like something super cute 🥰

have you ever been in love?

pairing: Christian Pulisic x Reader

TW: Mentions of alcohol // mentions of drinking excessively // accusations of cheating // if i missed anything pls lmk

A/N: it starts out super angsty, but it turns into fluff <3

You’d been dating your boyfriend, Daniel, for a few months. At the start, all was good and it was everything you’d ever wanted, but overtime, Daniel started to slip away, distancing himself from you while bringing himself back to his old habits of excessive drinking. This resulted in him coming home late on most nights, immediately starting an argument with you, which brings us to present time.

“Daniel I’m just worried about you” You tried to be civil and not shout at him, since he was drunk off his ass.

“You? Worried about me? Great joke, Y/n.” Daniel made his way around the kitchen to sit on the stool as you looked at him confused.

“If anything, I should be worried about you. I should be worried about you and Pulisic” Your jaw dropped at his implied accusation.

“What the hell are you on about? I’ve promised you that Christian and I are solely best friends, nothing more”

“I’ve seen the way you look at him. You’re so obviously in love with him. If you don’t want to be with me, just let me know and I’ll end this right now” Daniel said.

“You’re kidding, right? I’m not in love with him, Daniel. I wouldn’t do that”

“Stop lying! Just get the fuck out of my house! We’re done!” He shouted at you, causing tears to well in your eyes as you stood there for a moment. You tried to process what just happened. After gathering your thoughts, you left the room and grabbed your bag that was discarded by the stairs.

As soon as you shut the door to the house, you let all of your emotions out. The tears that were once welled in your eyes were now pouring down your face. You quickly wiped your tears and went to your car, locking yourself in and just letting everything out.

You may not have been happy in that relationship, but you would never cheat on anyone.

Silent sobs left your tear-stained face as you began to calm yourself down. You didn’t want to go back to your apartment, so you drove to the only other place you felt safe: into the arms of your best friend, Christian Pulisic.  

- 30 minutes later –

Your relationship with Christian has always been platonic, as you both grew up together, claiming each other as best friends since the day you met on the playground 19 years ago. You were both extremely shy at first, eventually becoming outgoing as you got comfortable with one another. 

He’s always called you “princess” instead of your actual name, because you demanded to be referred to as “Princess Y/n” when you were younger. The nickname stuck because he always said that you were stuck with him.

When you told him about you & Daniel, he wasn’t too happy, but he was able to push his personal problems with the boy aside just so you could be happy.

That’s all he ever wanted; for you to be happy. He genuinely enjoyed seeing you happy.

You showed up at Christian’s house unannounced. Your eyes were red and puffy from all of the crying you’d done on the way here.

You walked to the front door, knocking lightly as you awaited an answer. Less than a minute later, Christian opened the door and his face grew into a smile at the sight of you. That was until he caught sight of your puffy eyes & tear-stained face.

Without a single word, he pulled you into his house, immediately engulfing you in a hug.

“What happened, princess?” He carefully guided you through his house and to the living room,  seating you both on the couch.

You could barely make it through a sentence without stuttering due to the sobs leaving your body.

“Daniel b-broke up with m-me” you gasped as you tried to explain what happened. You felt Christian tense, but he stayed as calm as possible for your own sake.

“Did he say why?” You felt him softly scratching your head as you shivered against him.

“B-because he thought I was in love with you” The scratching at your head suddenly stopped as you felt him tense. You pulled away from him to see his face.

 “Did you explain to him that we aren’t doing anything?” He asked as you nodded your head.

“I tried, but he didn’t care. He told me to get the fuck out, and now I’m here” He immediately pulled you back into his arms, holding you tight.

“He didn’t deserve you, Y/n. You’re the most amazing and beautiful person I know. You deserved so much better than him” He reassured you. After a few more moments of this, you both let go of each other.

 “You can stay here for as long as you need. I don’t mind your company at all” You smiled at his offer and mumbled a quiet “thank you”.

You fell asleep on the couch and Christian didn’t want to wake you, so he slowly carried you to the spare bedroom, where he covered you with blankets before lightly kissing your forehead.

- the next day -

You woke up to the smell of bacon, so you went to the kitchen to see a shirtless Christian preparing breakfast for the both of you. You immediately got an odd feeling in your stomach as you looked at the boy in front of you.

“Whatcha making, Chris?” You smiled as you made your way to the counter. He immediately turned to look at you.

“Just some bacon for the princess” He smiled as he set the sizzling bacon on the table.

You both sat down and began eating your breakfast. At one point you caught Christian staring at you while you devoured your bacon like a maniac, the eye contact immediately sending the both of you into a fit of laughs.

Within that moment, that same strange feeling from before came back to your stomach, but this time you didn’t ignore it. Were you really in love with your best friend, and it took you until now to realize your feelings?

- days later -

You and Christian spent the next few days doing random activities since he had a week off. Though you were still heartbroken that your now ex-boyfriend dumped you only the night before, you were starting to feel a bit better. Christian tried his hardest to make you feel better, though he could only do so much.

It was now Thursday night, and it ended with the two of you on the couch, your head resting on Christian’s shoulder as you both watch some random movie.

“Chris can I ask you a question?” You asked as he hummed.

“How do you know if you’re in love with someone?” Christian tensed.

“Well uhm, you can’t stop thinking about them, you feel strange around them. Why’d you ask?”

“Have you ever been inlove?”

“I’ve been inlove with the same person for years”

“And you didn’t think to tell me this? Chris we’re best friends!” You playfully punched his shoulder, though part of you was let down that it wasn’t you. He let out a sigh.

“How could I have told you, princess, when you’re the person I’ve been in love with for years?” Your head jolted up at this.

“Me?”

“Yes, you. I know you just got out of a relationship and you’re extremely vulnerable right now, but these past few days with you have been amazing. I’ve been in love with you since we were 16, and I never thought I’d have a chance since we were so close, so I harbored my feelings for so long, but I can’t do it anymore” Your mouth fell open as he spoke.

“I know it’s probably way too soon for you, but I really want to give us a try, if you’re up for it of course” You smiled at his words, immediately bringing him into your embrace.

“I don’t think I’m quite ready yet, but I would love to give us a shot. I’ve been having butterflies in my stomach whenever you’ve been around me these past few days. I’ve never felt like this before, Chris” At this point, both of you were blushing.

 “I hope you know you’re stuck with me forever, princess” He kissed your temple as he spoke.

“No one else I’d rather be stuck with than you”

writing fluff reminds me just how single i am🥲

[astra-galaxie]

🪢💔🫂🌟😺👊🏼 for Raoul Colletti and Trisha Colletti please

The Grim Butcher will forever be one of the most gruesome Grimsborough cases…

I've combined Raoul and Trish’s headcanons for some of the answers, but the rest will be individualized.

Raoul and Trish

🪢 A headcanon about their family

Trish's mother died when she was six. Raoul and her were devastated by the loss. Raoul didn't know how to live without his wife, and that caused issues with his relationship with his daughter. While they were still close, they didn't know how to be a family without Trish's mother for a while. Over time, Raoul and Trish learned how to be a family of two, and their relationship improved. But there are still days when Trish wishes her mother was alive to help and teach her things Raoul simply can't.

😺 An animal related headcanon

They have a family dog, a little Shih Tzu, which Trish loves to dress up in cute collars, bandanas, and bows. The little dog is always so excited to welcome Raoul and Trish home. And after Trish was arrested, the dog would wait at the door for her to come home, even late into the evening…

Raoul

💔 An angsty headcanon

After Trish was arrested, Raoul took up smoking. He’d always scolded Trish for smoking, and in the end, he became addicted to the habit as well. Trish’s cigarettes had been left at the house after her arrest, so Raoul smoked them to try and cope with the stress of the murder and trial. And when he ran out, he bought more, and the cycle repeated until he was smoking a pack a day.

🫂 A friendship headcanon

Raoul is a busy man because he runs his own butcher’s shop, so often, he doesn't have as much time as he would like for his friends. He still tries his best to hang out with them when he can but wishes he had more free time. His friends say they understand, but Raoul has found that he gets invited to fewer things over the years since people know he will mostly be too busy to attend.

🌟 A headcanon about their desires/wishes

Raoul’s greatest wish is for Trish to live a long, happy, fulfilling life. He’s always wanted the best for his daughter and tries his hardest to give her everything she needs, even when money is tight. Sadly, his dream of a better life for Trish was shattered following her arrest… Now, he just wishes to have his little girl back and for things to be like they used to be before they met Jennifer Carter…

🔪 A headcanon relating to fighting/violence

Trish gets her temper from Raoul. Although he's mellowed out as an adult, he was more prone to outbursts and fighting when he was younger. His temper still comes in handy in his work and dealing with noncompliant customers.

Trish

💔 An angsty headcanon

Trish walked in on Raphael and Jennifer sleeping together. She had gone to the homeless camp to surprise her boyfriend, but when she arrived at his tent, she found him “busy” with Jennifer. Trish was hurt and angry from the betrayal but stormed off before Raphael or Jennifer saw her. She would get her revenge later and need time to plan…

🫂 A friendship headcanon

She doesn’t have many friends. People thought she was weird and creepy since she worked at her father’s butcher shop and, therefore, stayed away from her. Trish had a few people with whom she had been friends since they were little kids, but they began to drift away from her during high school.

🌟 A headcanon about their desires/wishes

Trish always dreamed of being popular and loved by her classmates and friends. She was jealous of those who were put on a pedestal by their peers when they did nothing to deserve it. She despised people who used their status to get away with things, but at the same time, she longed for people to see her as more than just a butcher’s daughter from the Industrial Area.

🔪 A headcanon relating to fighting/violence

Trish has a short temper and has been known to start a fight or two. Her father put her into anger management classes, but sadly, they didn't help very much. Trish doesn't think her temper is a bad thing, but she wishes people would stop sending her to detention for it…

Man, this was a blast from the past! For only being the third case, it was certainly one to remember…

Thank you for the request!

[moochalove]

Cute and Angsty Furina x gn!reader HCS

I’ve been so drained recently and haven’t had the motivation to finish part 4 of my series…. It’s coming soon though(trust)

Word count: guys can you guess bcs i can’t🥰

not proof read!! i ain’t rereading all dat so you gotta fill in the blanks 🙏

TW: Thoughts of SH, signs of mental illness and eating disorder!!

Furina who takes a while to open up to you.

Furina who feels so relieved after letting all her emotions spill.

Furina who accidentally blurts out her confession whilst having lunch together.

Furina who immediately thinks she’ll be rejected but is in shock for a couple of moments before releasing a relaxed sigh.

Furina who takes you on dates to the Opera Epiclese to watch her favorite plays

Furina who tries to coax you into buying clothes with her.

Furina who picks rainbow roses for you during her free time.

Furina who commissions someone to make you both matching hats or ribbon accessories.

Furina who always makes sure to coordinate her own attire to yours when you’re both out on the town.

Furina who loves spoon feeding you her specialty “Pour la Justice”.

Furina who is too busy to visit you and resorts to writing you old-fashioned love letter and love poems.

Furina who serenades you when she knows your both alone.

Furina who kisses your [skin tone] hand and makes her way upwards to your lips.

Furina who fails miserably at hiding your relationship from Neuvillette and begs him to keep it a secret (for now).

Furina who gets jealous when she sees you lean into Lyney but then is reassured later on that you only have eyes for her.

Furina who often finds herself fiddling with a flower ring (that happens to be your ring size) wishing it was a real one.

Furina who tries to go incognito and search for an affordable yet beautiful ring.

Furina who can’t decide on one and eventually goes out to look for raw material so she can have one specially made.

Furina who gets attacked by monsters but you show up in the nick of time.

Furina who feels infatuated with you all over again when you reach down to help her up.

Furina who tries to make up a lie to hide her secret plans.

Furina who purposes successfully to you on your 1st anniversary.

Furina who ensures you that you’re the one she wants.

Furina who arranges a small wedding consisting of those dear to you both.

Furina who sweats she’ll make you happy. No matter what it takes.

Furina who loves you dearly.

Angst

Furina who doesn’t feel worthy of your attention.

Furina who often spend her free time holed up in her room, door locked and beneath her blankets.

Furina who pretends to not be home to avoid you.

Furina who feels guilty, as if she’d done something wrong.

Furina who lets you in every now and then.

Furina who “selfishly” cries into your shoulder even though she’s been blocking you out her heart.

Furina who always seems to make progress but always relapses back into her depression.

Furina who can’t look into the mirror without feeling sick to her stomach.

Furina who can barely handle being near water.

Furina who can hear their voices calling out for help.

Furina who feels useless for not being able to do anything.

Furina who skips meals because she “forgets” that she has to eat.

Furina who has picked up bad habits like biting her tongue, picking at her skin, and roughly pulling her hair.

Furina who doesn’t mean to worry you but does so anyway.

Furina who often forgets to show up to dates.

Furina who feels she should break it off but can’t bear the thought of being alone.

Furina who finds herself not enjoying anything in life anymore.

Furina who avoids talking to those who worry about her.

Furina who often mumbles harsh words to those who have “wronged” her.

Furina who quickly gets upset and defensive when you “corner” her during an argument.

Furina who shouts and screams to not be bullied or corned once again.

Furina who often recalls THAT trial when everyone turned against her.

Furina who holds the broken glass against her wrist but can’t bear to leave you alone.

Furina who realizes she’s not the only one hurting.

Furina who realizes your whole relationship isn’t healthy.

Furina who packs up during the night and leaves Fontaine.

Furina who leaves one last letter for you. It’s vague and hard to decipher.

Furina who apologizes for being such a trash lover.

Furina who apologizes for being a trash archon.

The ending can be read as Furina kwording herself or starting a new chapter in her life (a healthier one)

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22. What fic of yours deserves more love?

43. What appeals to you about the ships you like?

✏️Hetalia Fanfics Writers Ask Game✏️

22. Hmmm...I really liked Two Worlds Collide. One of my EngUkr fics. Though not one of my strongest fic, this scene alone makes it deserve more love I think:

Whatever was going on, without thinking, Arthur leaped out of his hiding place. He gave a slight bow. “Pardon my intrusion, Miss. But I, God of the Aleron Forest, have heard your prayers and I shall help you avoid this troublesome–”

Kateryna drew her sword without a second thought, eyes dark, stabbing it clean through Arthur’s stomach.

“Ack…Quick draw,” Arthur noted, impressed. He stared down at the sword impaling him. Nothing more than a paper cut to a being as powerful as him. “Quite the skilled warrior, how surprising. I-I mean…I just…You always seemed so kind. What’s that human saying? Wouldn’t hurt a…a fly? You seem like you wouldn’t hurt a fly but…”

Kateryna’s face paled, eyes wide. She stumbled back, shrieking.

“Hey, easy now…Oh right.” Arthur pulled the sword out, his wound healing over almost immediately. “That’s not normal for humans right?”

“You’re…You’re…” She choked out.

“God of the Aleron Forest. Yes, yes I led with that. Now about your–”

“Have you been listening this entire time?”

43. Okay let's see how many I'm going to be able to put without being too long.

GerEng - Two lonely stubborn men finding comfort in each other. Falling in love through sharing music during I think it was the 60s? It at least started then. Anyway. Though their stubborness and tempers can cause conflict I think their stubborness is what makes them work in the end. Both hate being vulnerable, so they need someone stubborn to stay, push back and rip those barriers down. Plus, I think Arthur has a tendency to push people away especially if he loves the person, so having a stubborn lover provides a needed push back to snap him out of these self-sabotaging habits.

NedCan - The history is what really drives this ship for me. Canadians played a huge role in liberating the Netherlands during WW2. Canada also housed a lot of monarchies during WW2, the Dutch Royal family being one of them. Princess Juliana was expecting a baby and ended up having to give birth in Canada, the Canadian government declared the maternity ward "extraterritorial" so the baby would only have Dutch citzenship and thus be the next heir of the throne if they were born a boy. These two actions by Canada has led to a tradition of Netherlands sending tulips to Canada each year. In the Hetalia contexts what could be more gayer yet still accurate to irl?

CuCan - They just have such a cute Bromance in the manga. I really wish we'd get some new strips with them. Also this. I like them both as besties and boyfriends:

EngUkr - I just think Arthur deserves a tall girlfriend (I tend to headcanon Ukraine as just under 6ft if not at the 6ft mark). Also Arthur is my favourite male character and Ukraine is my favourite female one.

GerCan - Enemies to lovers relationship everyone is sleeping on. German troops were TERRIFIED of Canadian troops during the world wars (specifically WWI). Canadian troops were brutal to say the least. I think Matthew had a burning hatred for the German bros during this time because they were a threat to his loved ones (Scot, Eng, Fran). He killed them at least once if not multiple times leaving scars on them. This becomes important because I like to think Matt vowed he wouldn't be like the empires who raised him, he wouldn't fall into bloodlust. Yet he did. He didn't want to be like Francis and Arthur, at each other's throats one minute, kissing the next. Yet with Ludwig he did. And he derives a sick sense of pleasure and possessiveness when he sees those scars he left. Very angsty, but nowadays, despite their bloody beginning, quite wholesome. Also I just like the idea of them going camping together.

Canmano - Came to me in an rp. Just the "he asked for no pickles" meme. Angry small x calm tall.

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Hi your highness! I was wondering if I could request Headcanons of the brothers reacting to mammon bonding with his familiars and his familiars involving themselves in his day to day life? ( for example: his crows like to bring his shiny trinkets in the morning, and his ravens like to talk to him through his time outside ect.)

A/N: Accidentally made it angsty when I wanted it to be fluffy whoops Also kinda went off the rails lmao Short Story

Seeing Mammon with his crows or ravens were common, they often came to him to report on something, or they are just looking for attention. They gift the second eldest with a lot of trinkets and some days stick with him while the brothers are walking to RAD.  Soon enough, they started to involve themselves in his daily life, not that Mammon minded, his familiars made life a lot less lonely ever since MC has left to the human world.

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Lucifer

Being the every observant brother he is, noticed that Mammon often stayed behind a bit while they walked to RAD, talking with his crows or ravens

It didn’t take a genius to notice, but Lucifer also noticed he was a lot happier when with his birds.

It wasn’t just because they gave him a lot of stuff, that was certainly one factor though

Mammon talked to them about the most obscure things and he notices that when the brothers ignore him or he isn’t being listened to, he goes to talk to his crows

One day, it was after school and he hasn’t seen Mammon, and a council meeting to wrap up the day was starting soon

He goes to find him and notices Mammon was in an empty classroom, talking to one of his ravens that got in through the window.

“..I miss the old Lucifer, the one who was an actual brother, ya know? But I’m stuck with this prideful arrogant piece of shit, who punishes me for acting on my sin when he doesn’t do that to the others.”

His eyes widen and his breath hitches

The old him?

“I almost regret followin’ him in that war..”

He lets out an audible gasp but was quick to turn away to not raise any suspicion.

That certainly gave him a lot to think about.. 

Leviathan

He could understand having familiars, he had Lotan

But he noticed that he was talking to them a lot ever since MC left, and has been a lot more attached, which made him jealous

One evening, he as going Mammon’s room to call him for dinner

He heard conversation and couldn’t help but lean into hear 

“I wanna have a good relationship with Levi, ya know? But I can’t have that because we are so at odds with each other.. Heh.. Guess thousands of years of debt will do that to a relationship..”

Levi backs away with a frown

It’s true they have been at odds with each other

And it’s true that he also wants to have a better relationship then they do now

From that point on, he’s reflecting, ignoring Mammon so he doesn’t have to face the ping of guilt

All in all, he’s jealous and guilty

Satan

He’s been observing crow and ravens habits through Mammon’s familiars 

Shiny trinkets, unique dialect that Mammon seems to be able to understand, and other various things

They seem to dutifully follow Mammon, hearing his calls whenever he needs them

He found it intriguing

It was lunch time at RAD and Satan found Mammon up against a wall, having a private conversation with one of his crows

When he goes to eavesdrop further, he saw a bit of a sad expression on his face

“Wish Satan came to join me, he always use to enjoy this spot when he was younger..”

He couldn’t dispute it, the spot Mammon was in, although a bit different from before, was the spot he always chose to eat lunch and read a book

He should join him next time, right now, he needs some time to think 

Asmodeus

He had caught Mammon dressing his crows and ravens in little outfits, and yes he took photos

He found their relationship really cute

However when the crows started involving themselves in his every day life, he couldn’t help but wonder why they seem so attached

Maybe it’s because MC’s gone, maybe Mammon is lonely

Whatever the case is, he often found the second eldest talking to the crows after he teases him

He found this one day and decided to listen in

“Tch.. Does Asmo think he’s so funny? Bullyin’ me constantly.. I really wish he’d get off his high horse and actually pay attention to his words.”

That caught him off guard

Sure, his teases could get a bit extreme but bullying?

Maybe he really should pay attention to his words

Beelzebub

He was happy to see Mammon happy and have familiars to rely on

Beel couldn’t help but smile a bit when Asmo showed him the photo of Mammon putting outfits on his crows

He’d often seen him fall behind talking to his crows on days where they walk to RAD

However, he found Mammon to be skipping dinner, and he didn’t want that

So, he goes to get him from his room, but heard something inside

“I miss MC.. It was way better when they were here..”

Hearing his brothers say they miss MC is nothing new, he does too, but..

“I wish my damn brothers would stop berating me.. Guess I should be use to it by now though, huh?”

He felt his heart sink a bit, this definitely gave him a bit to think about..

From now on, he promised himself to try to be a better brother.

Belphegor

Seeing him so connected with his familiars slightly made him jealous, but he shrugs it off

..He wanted that attention.

He watched as there were many moments Mammon’s birds gave him shiny things, which was fitting for his older brother

However, Mammon started to ignore the brothers, which made him both agitated and jealous

One day, he woke up in his bed, when he remembers falling asleep on the couch

He got up and looks around, not complaining that he woke up somewhere comfortable

He assumed Beel picked him up and brought him here but he was quick to hear voices

“I’ll let Belphie sleep, I can make somethin’ up when Lucifer asks why he isn’t awake to get ready for the party.”

He heard some squawks from what he assumed was from Mammon’s crows

“Yea yea, I know it’s a risky move, but it’ll be fine.”

He may not be asleep now, but he didn’t want to go to a party 

He sinks back into the mattress with a small smile on his face

Mammon really was a good brother

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Time Apart

Hiya! So apologises for the delay in this request my life got a little hectic so didn’t have the time or energy to really write but I have finished this and the other request. I will post it tomorrow.

  @gh0stgirl0013​   requested a fic where Y/N and Olivia are married and Y/n is out of state undercover and they both meet people that make them question their marriage. I hop you enjoy this and that it was what you wanted from this request. I also hope I made it angsty enough!  The reader is gender neutral. 

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You sat on your hotel bed staring at your phone, Olivia’s number flashing on the screen. Your finger hovered over the accept button but for some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to press it. The golden band around your left ring finger glinted in the light coming through the window, you glanced at it as the call finally ended. Normally you know you would receive a voice message, Olivia’s voice telling you she loved you and hoped you were alright and to “please love, call me back when you can” but now, now you were unsure. You were unsure about a lot of things.

The past few months had been difficult, not so much your undercover work, no that that was relatively easy in comparison to the current state of your relationship with Olivia Benson. You had noticed over the time that you had been away from New York that something had changed, Olivia didn’t try to contact you as much and you knew your wife, you knew she was hiding something and feeling guilty. You had been out of state on a joint undercover operation with the FBI, you had been gone for nearly eight months. It was difficulty being away from Olivia at first but as you noticed the change in her and how strained the conversation’s became you started to dread the return to New York and to the apartment you shared with her.

You knew of course about the big take down her squad had just completed after her Captain was framed with murder, and the number of corrupt members of the justice system were taken down. And at first you thought that was the cause of the problem but the guilty look in her eyes that she tried to hide didn’t start until after that, until she started talking about the new ADA that had transferred to Manhattan. Rafael Barba. He was suddenly all your wife could talk about and you knew she was just glad to have a competent ADA. But she slowly stopped talking about him and that was a sign. You knew the man hadn’t left his position as the ADA as you could still find articles about the cases he tried. The articles sometimes included phots of him standing on the steps on the court house. And over time those photos started to always include Olivia standing right beside him. And in nearly every single one of them they were staring at each other. The ones taken close enough allowed you to see the look on her face as she watched him, and you could see a similar look on his face. One that you recognised from photos taken of you staring at your wife.

You sighed and threw your phone onto the bed beside you as you flopped backwards. You threw an arm over your eyes, clenching your jaw as your mind raced. You tried to tell yourself that nothing was going on that it was just looks, that Olivia would never do that to you but a part of you wondered. A small part of you whispered that Olivia was inviting him back to your apartment, to the bed you share with her. That he was sitting at the table you two had picked out together, drinking coffee from your mug. That he was getting to see the cute little habits Olivia had in the morning, that he was brushing her hair back from her neck to kiss it while she made pancakes, humming a song under her breathe.  

You felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes and you groaned out loud, gritting your teeth. You sat back up and looked back at your phone. One phone call, maybe a video call and you could ask. Ask about the strain that appeared in their relationship around the same time that he appeared in Olivia’s life, ask about the look of guilt that would be in her eyes. Your phone screen lit up and you were expecting to see Olivia’s name again but it wasn’t. A soft smile appeared on your face but you groaned again and pressed your palms into your eyes.

“I’m a hypocrite,” you muttered. The name on your phone screen was your partner in the undercover job. They were sweet and soft, and at first it had been mere friendship but after Olivia started acting different you allowed yourself to flirt back with them.

You loved Olivia, that was still true. You didn’t think it would be possible to stop loving that woman and you also can’t blame Rafael for falling for her either. She was a force of nature in the best possible way. You just were unsure of what the future held for you two. You knew Olivia was thinking the same. Five years of marriage after almost ten years together meant you knew each well enough to know that Olivia was trying to work out how to bring it up. As you knew she noticed a similar look in your eyes on the few times either of you video called and the other actually answered.  

You couldn’t imagine your life without her but you also didn’t know if you could still be together. You would try of course but you didn’t want to come to despise going home and seeing her. That would be worse, as the two of you had been friends before you became a couple. You reached for your phone, flicking through it till you found her contact. You pressed the video call, knowing this conversation needed to be as close to face to face as you could get.

“Hey,” her voice caused you to focus back on the screen. Olivia looked tired, more tired then you had seen her.

“Hey,” you said. “We, we should talk love.”

“Yeah, I think we need to.”