#there's nothing wrong with not having your romantic relationship be your top priority just like it's fine if it is

[beefcakekinard]

buck tells tommy he gets jealous easily. buck has a history of relationships with women who already have well-established priorities in their lives, who don't compromise that for him. from the get go he feels like he's competing for affection and being left behind. tommy keeps showing up for buck like it's a given. like he comes first and it's the most natural thing.

tommy tells buck he's jealous of how the 118 has become a family. buck is the beating heart of that family, the glue that keeps them all together, the emotional core.

[yuwuta]

hi 👋 bsf upstaging bf with choso???

ok i’ve gotten asks for pretty much every other jjk boy on this subject and i want to say something as an overarching theme: all of them ain’t shit. not a single one of them. there’s a scale, some (gojo) are worse than others, but in general, none of them really give a fuck, if that means upstaging, sabotaging, or straight up kicking your boyfriend to the curb so that they can be your boyfriend instead then so be it. but they’re not shit, NONE OF THEM!! but there is a hierarchy and different methods of execution and all that, so here’s where they stand 

president and ceo of not being shit: satoru gojo

why would satoru care about your boyfriend? in any and all universes, he is raised in a world where consequences mean nothing to him. so what if he’s a little rude to this guy? so what if he buys you a ridiculously expensive birthday gift that might be seen as romantic? so what if he offers to take you on a vacation that happens to overlap with your boyfriend’s birthday? the worst that will happen to satoru is nothing; the world bends to his whims, never the other way around.

it’s a combination of complete self-confidence + trust in you + getting joy out of bothering people that earns him this number one spot. he’s confident in every sense of the word, so he doesn’t see your boyfriend as a threat. even if satoru didn’t love you romantically, he wouldn’t see a boyfriend as a threat to your friendship either, because he has no doubts in himself—and to the second point, he doesn’t have any in you either: you’ve proven your loyalty to satoru, proven that even when he pisses you off, you still love him, even when you’re dating somebody else, you still make time for him, even when he’s being shitty and stubborn, you don’t kick him to the curb, you just pinch his ear and bring him back down to earth. he’s always chosen you, but you’ve always chosen him, too, so again, what’s to fear when a boyfriend is added to the equation? nothing, because satoru knows this guy can’t earn or replace the loyalty you’ve given him. 

and to top it all off, he likes watching your bf grind his teeth. he likes watching this guy have to hold his breath, because what can he say without sounding like an ass—he won’t ask you to tell satoru to fuck off because he hasn’t done anything wrong. treating your best friend to fancy dinners and exotic getaways and designer clothes is just nice when you have money—your bf would be pretty shitty to deny you that. and he’d sound insecure, too. and satoru knows your bf doesn’t have the balls to confront him, and even if he did he’d lose. it’d be embarrassing. so, satoru wins. he always wins. satoru engages in psychological warfare, and he has the physical strength, social power, and financial security to back it up, so he, literally, can never lose. and, sure, having your bf around is annoying, but it’s so much fun to watch other people lose that he lets the guy stick around for a while. you’ll get tired of him and run back to satoru eventually, and he’ll confess this time… hopefully.

vice president: kento nanami

if you expected kento to be lower on this list, think again, because he is just as bad. he’s only second place because he’s not as overt, nor does he wish to actually taunt your boyfriend like satoru would. for kento, you’re just his number one priority. you always have been, ever since you came into his life; it was confusing at first, for him to care so much about you beyond an objective sense of responsibility, but overtime he came to realize that he way he wants to take care of you is different. he doesn’t just want to ensure your comfort and safety physically, he wants to make sure you’re taken care of emotionally, he wants to bear your burdens for you, not just help you through them.

kento is a good friend, a trusted confidant, a reliable person overall, and over the years, he’s inadvertently raised your standards. casual situationships and relationships where you’re not the priority become unappealing when you’ve had someone by your side for so long who’s treated you better than that. if your best friend can buy you flowers, and make reservations at new restaurants, and drive an hour to pick you up in the rain, and cook for you when you’re feeling sick, then why would you tolerate anything less in a romantic partner? these things are the bare minimum to kento, but most other men fall far below average; it’s hard for them to compete where they cannot compare. 

so when you do accept a partner, kento is skeptical at best. he knows that what he does for the people in his life isn’t necessarily special, but he doubts that your boyfriend is capable of doing even that—and even if he does meet the standards, he’ll be outclassed anyway. because kento is a good person, but he’ gotten really good at how to be good to you. your boyfriend might get you flowers, but kento already knows your favorites. your boyfriend might send chocolates, but he doesn’t know which ones you’re allergic to, and the brand you prefer; kento does, which is why the ones he bought for you are gone within the week, and the generic box sent over by your boyfriend was re-gifted to satoru. when you voice your doubts about a date your boyfriend mentioned wanting to plan, kento feigns interest, and then innocence when he asks if you’re busy a few days later, if you’d like to help him bake something instead—something he knows you’d much rather do. the short version is—kento knows you, and he uses it to his advantage. he uses the knowledge gained during your friendship to outclass anybody in your dating pool, and he does it so smoothly that it hardly seems intentional or harmful, but it is. which is why he’s just as bad, if not worse, than satoru. 

treasurer: megumi fushiguro 

there’s actually no au in which megumi isn’t shit because no matter how you square it, he gets it from his daddy. whether he’s raised by just satoru, just toji, or some au where he has them both in his life—the common denominator is that they’re there. if megumi ever did confide in either of them about hating your boyfriend, both satoru and toji would offer the same advice: “can’t you just get rid of him? what’s he got on you?” which is absolutely not how you should parent a child...

megumi might have his doubts about his personality, but he’s never been insecure about his appearance. it’s hard to be when he looks like that, but also when he’s had either toji or satoru (or god forbid, both) in his ear his entire life. he might have some fucked up attachment issues and skepticisms about the general population, but he has a very secure view of himself. so, to start, he’s not impressed by your boyfriend, and is honestly a little offended that you think this guy is objectively more attractive, or that you’re more romantically/sexually attracted to him that you are to megumi—or even, any of your other friends. he’d rather you start dating nobara or yuuji, at least he could live with that because those are pretty people, but your choice in boyfriends… he’s not trying to be mean but you could do better. you’ve done better. 

secondly, megumi…. doesn’t care about him. at all. he’s not like satoru in that it brings him happiness to tease your boyfriend, he’s not like kento in that he skews your standards in his favor to nudge your boyfriend out of the picture; megumi literally does not care if this guy lives or dies. your boyfriend could drop dead and megumi would be like damn… that’s crazy… and move on with his life. which is a wild view to have of your best friend’s partner; and it also drives said partner to madness because why the fuck won’t your childhood friend acknowledge his existence?? but again, megumi doesn’t care that his apathy towards your boyfriend bothers him—megumi doesn’t see him, doesn’t know him, doesn’t care to know him, and it drives a wedge in your relationship. 

thirdly, megumi is, canonically, a bully to people he doesn’t like. if your boyfriend gets angered enough to the point of confronting megumi, or whining to you, then it’s inconsequential to megumi to hurt him, and he won’t hold back. also on the reverse side, if there was a situation in which your boyfriend was getting hurt or needed help, then megumi is not helping. he’d probably just watch, or join in. 

after a while, megumi grows past apathy into exhaustion. he thinks you should do better, he thinks you should know better, he thinks he’s better. and he is. he’ll show you that. (also, he is most likely to try to seduce you into infidelity because he doesn’t care about your boyfriend, so you’re single to him). 

first secretary of not giving a fuck: yuuji itadori 

jealousy is something that yuuji used to feel guilty about, guilty enough to drive him to confiding in satoru/nanami about his feelings and seeking advice for how to deal with it, because he thought being jealous meant that he was being a bad friend to you. but neither of his mentors are shit, so yuuji learns to adopt the age old mantra: all is far in love and war. 

he’s better than satoru in the sense that he doesn’t antagonize your boyfriend, he’s better than kento in the sense that he doesn’t outwardly outclass your boyfriend’s efforts, he’s better than megumi in the sense that he does care about people outside of his immediate circle of friends, and as long as your boyfriend is a human, then yuuji will care about his life; but in all other senses, yuuji is surprisingly neutral, and in some cases, actually worse. 

yuuji has two things to his advantage that he absolutely abuses: his likability, and his strength. when it comes to likability, he can just play the friendly, nice guy card. wrapping his arm around your shoulder, twirling you around in a hug, pinching your cheeks, playing with your hair, laying on your lap—he’s just yuuji, he’s just being friendly, he’s just being nice. it’d be pretty shitty of your boyfriend to tell him to be meaner to you, no? ^.^ yuuji is also sneaky with this in that he uses it to say otherwise mean things under the guise of a friendly disguise, and people rarely think otherwise of it. (“it’s fine if you go to the club with us if your bf doesn’t want you to. it’s not like you’re gonna marry him” “are those boxes giving you trouble, man? not surprising, haha!” “you guys didn’t break up yet? aw... i mean... well, no i meant that, but come on, let’s take shots!” all said with a smile that looks like this 😇😇 on his face)

in terms of strength, it’s an unbeatable challenge for your boyfriend—because even if he gets pissed off at yuuji being too close to you, too affectionate with you, too sweet to you, what’s he gonna do? because he certainly can’t beat yuuji in a fight—he couldn’t even beat yuuji in a race, he couldn’t even beat yuuji at mario kart, so there’s nothing for your boyfriend to do but shutup and wallow.  

second secretary: yuuta okkotsu

does he need an explanation… does mr. “how rude, this is pure love” need an explanation… does mr. “i will kill itadori yuuji myself” need an explanation… does mr. “i won’t let sensei kill his best friend again, [i’ll do it myself]” need an explanation… hasn’t he already proved himself as the single most loyal and contently insane person on the planet… 

once you have yuuta’s loyalty, you have it forever. not even for life, because he’d find a way to transcend space and time to protect you in the next one. even if, for some reason, you didn’t want it anymore, you have it; yuuta’s love is final sale, no exchanges or returns. the only reason he’s not ranked to be worse than megumi or yuuji is because yuuta has one grave disadvantage: he is not normally confrontational, and is the definition of anxious LOL. he’d feel bad if he didn’t make an effort to get to know your boyfriend, but that doesn’t mean he has to like him...

yuuta might know that he has feelings for you, but he’s honestly content with a platonic relationship if that’s how you choose to express it towards him. if you want to be friends, then he’s your friend; your love is that pure and vital to him, that he takes it in whatever form he gets it. he’s desperate for you in a way that has him completely at your whim; he doesn’t need reciprocity to love you, just knowing you, and knowing you accept his love is more than enough. keeping him around as friend, keeping him in your life, keeping him in your mind—that’s all yuuta could truly ever want. so, even when you have a boyfriend, it stings a bit at first, but as long as you still have the same amount of room in your life for yuuta, then he won’t do any harm to this guy. 

unless: (a) your boyfriend makes it difficult for yuuta to have access to you, (b) your boyfriend outrightly ticks yuuta off, or (c) the worst option, your boyfriend does something to hurt you or make you sad, then he’s off yuuta’s radar completely. he won’t confront, and he won’t intervene. but if any of those conditions are not met, even for a second, then your boyfriend is as good as gone and there’s little anyone, yourself included, can do to stop him. 

honorable board members: choso kamo, toji fushiguro, toge inumaki

everything about choso is on sight. it takes one wrong move, the slightest misstep, even a breath out of place and he will end your relationship and your boyfriend’s life if he has to. choso does not play when it comes to the people he loves, he won’t stand for you being hurt or mistreated in any way. there’s no subtle psychological warfare, there’s no shovel talk, there’s no blame game: choso sees something wrong, and he takes it upon himself to correct it. your partners have one chance to treat you right, or they’ll wish they hadn’t met choso to begin with.

toji doesn’t really chase people, but you have always been the exception. he hates to admit it, but he’ll follow you anywhere you go, not caring for whoever else you decide to bring along. if the journey of your life is a car ride, toji always calls shotgun, and he doesn’t really care who else gets in the backseat, until they ask him to get out of his—then there’s a problem. and he’s never once felt bad about turning some guy into a hitchhiker. 

the greater good should be thankful that toge takes a voluntary vow of silence, because if he said even half of the things that were on his mind, the world might, quite literally, be set on fire. toge doesn’t care—not like megumi, him not caring isn’t apathy towards the life or death of other people, he just doesn’t care what reaction his actions pull out of people. you’ve told him it’s annoying when he pinches your cheeks and steals your boba, but that won’t stop him from doing it, esp not when you look so cute when you’re angry. yeah, he knows people get annoyed by his pranks, but that’s whatever. he knows your boyfriend hates when toge’s around you, but he doesn’t care. if it brings toge joy, he’ll do it. honestly, even if it doesn’t bring him joy, he’ll do it because he wants to. he’s not immune to consequences like satoru, he simply doesn’t care about them! he’ll just deal with it, he’s got a high tolerance for it—your boyfriend, however, seems like a weakling, so toge will simply outlast him. he’s outlasted all the others :) 

[nyashykyunnie]

˗ˏˋ Jinwoo x Fem! Reader: Soulmate! Au ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ ˎˊ˗

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╰┈➤ ❝ [ I'm willing to bind myself to you] ¡! ❞

Jinwoo had always been curious about the little red string attached to his finger. He had this way before his regression. His mother always told him that he is lucky that he can see his red string, it meant that he would find his lover faster than anybody else would.

Does he, a man who really could care less about fantasy romance— Find this whole thing cheesy? Definitely.

While others would certainly start flipping rocks just to find their 'one true love'; Jinwoo did none of that.

He had priorities to deal with.

Such as suddenly becoming the patriarch of the family due to his father going missing, trying to provide care to his mother who has come down into a coma, and taking care of his dear baby sister on top of that.

Jinwoo probably got into debt in the process of trying to shoulder all the financial problems.

Would you really think he had some time for romantic relationships and much less go hunting for a needle in a haystack?

However... He did have some small chemistry with Hae-in, though, it felt more shallow than anything. After all, they only met a few times and decided to roll with it just because.

It felt... Empty so to speak.

They say that romance feels like a tidal wave, once it comes— It overwhelms you with such force you'd have nothing more choice than to kneel before it and surrender yourself to it's mercy.

But Jinwoo couldn't feel any of that with Hae-in.

Don't get him wrong, she is a wonderful person. Kind, pretty, all that and whatnot.

But what can he do if a heart does not want what it wants?

His red string wouldn't be reacting neither. Not a glow, not a tug, no nothing.

Jinwoo would eventually find himself just ignoring the little red string until the time he regresses.

Heck, he even forgot about it even if it's literally tied to his very own finger.

And as he traversed the long hallways of his school, hands shoved in his pockets while listening to his friends banter around him— He felt a soft tug on his finger.

"H-hey! Knock it off, I wanna pull for Aventurine myself!" A voice would erupt his bewilderment as a sharp tug at his finger pulls again. "Iseol!"

He looks back to see your figure running after your friend who had taken your phone.

"Huh..." Jinwoo hums, shaking his head and turning away.

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Jinwoo felt entirely restless after that little meeting. It's not like he caught a proper glimpse at you, your back was turned the entire time.

And yet he finds himself completely fidgety. His sister even rants that he had been pacing for hours if she wouldn't snap him out of his little trance.

Has he lost his mind over a girl he hasn't properly seen? Definitely.

Is it the effects of the red string? Not impossible.

"Goddamnit!" Jinwoo sighs, ruffling his head and flopping onto the bed.

"My liege..." Beru's small voice calls out. "My lord, you are... Anxious."

"Tell me about it" Jinwoo scoffs, groaning through his pillow.

"...My liege, I have her scent, do you wish to track he—"

"You do?!" Jinwoo perks up, staring intensely at his soldier before mentally slapping himself. "Ack... No, don't make me a creep"

He felt frustrated, why would he do that? Why should he? He might as well spend his time in jail for even trying to entertain the idea of stalking you.

Jinwoo's gaze would then absentmindedly drift towards the red string on his ring fingerz nothing how much vibrant it's color is now compared to before.

Was it your doing? Maybe.

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He told himself not to be a creep and yet found himself somewhat lingering around you. All the little things about you, he started taking note of.

From memorizing the frequent pastries you buy from the cafeteria, to the drinks you often buy from the vending machine, and even trying to overhear the games you play on your phone.

It was really just curiousity.

After all, he can't help but find it cute on the way your eyes would perk up as you ramble on to your friends about some lore or complaining about some game mechanics because of how hard it was.

Jinwoo was just about to leave you to your own devices until your voice ripped through the air—

"AVENTURINE!!!!" You cheer, standing up immediately and pacing back and forth. "HE'S HOME, AFTER SACRIFICING 30 DOLLARS FOR THIS DAMN BASTARD HE'S HOM—!!!!"

Your heart dropped immediately as your shoe got caught over on a crack— And for sure you were going to land but instead a hand would reach out to hold your shoulder and keep you steady.

"Easy there," Jinwoo says, helping you stand straight.

"!!!!" You panic, pulling away with your face entirely flushed. "I-I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean to!..."

"Wait, calm down—...." Jinwoo wasn't even given a second any longer to speak as you dashed away in a frenzy.

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Your heart is beating out of your chest, your lungs are barely catching any breath as you coughed, the noises you made akin to whistles while trying to gasp out for air.

It's tight.

Painful.

Your hands are sweating, trembling as if it's suffering from frostbite.

Is it fear?

No.

It's just how you react after being way too dangerously close to the person you adored so much.

His eyes.

God those grey eyes.

Long lashes, a high nose bridge, thin peach lips, and that agonizingly relaxing scent on him— Gods.

Not to mention his height, he was like a tower. And those broad shoulders underneath his baggy clothing that hid the muscular form underneath—

Sung JInwoo will be the death of you.

You had been avoiding him ever since coming here.

How long has it been?... Ah... It's been 3 years since you arrived in this world.

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It was supposed to be your doctor's appointment. Since you have arrived an hour earlier from your check-up, you decided to stroll around the mall first.

Okay, you weren't really taking a stroll.

Your strides are purposeful and hurried, the goal is clear:

Get to the bookstore.

As you recalled, it should be at the other end of the mall.

It didn't matter how long you're going to walk, you needed to see if it's there. Nothing is more important than that.

Taking the elevator down and nearly having a heart attack from the sound of it creaking as it took you to the lower level; you stepped out and dashed immediately to the entrance.

Glancing around like a madman, you scoured the large and intimidating place before deciding to enter completely and attempt to look for the section you needed to be in.

Passing by interesting books wasn't the goal, and after almost 3 minutes of going in circles you finally saw the section you needed to be in.

As soon as your eyes landed on the cover of the book you have been searching for— You had to swallow your squeals.

Your hands however? They were shaking so bad.

You paced back and forth for a bit before finally deciding to reach out on the book and take it out of it's shelf cautiously.

Taking a deep breath, you gently pry open the thing and feel your heart flutter.

"Jinwoo-ah...." You mumble, giggling quietly as your eyes dilate into heart shapes at the sight of the precious man you cannot stop obsessing over.

Carding your digits carefully on the fine paper, your stroke Jinwoo's face on the page delicately like you were handling the most fragile little thing ever.

You can't help but admire him all the more as you silently freak out like a madman in the aisle.

He was so handsome.

And now that you can physically run your fingers across the pages while crushing on him felt a whole lot different.

You had about a decent amount of money on you, it should be fine. As you reach for your little bag, you hear some crackling above your head.

The next thing you knew? You were suddenly shrouded in darkness.

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You assume you must have died that day while shopping for your first ever solo leveling purchase. After all, you suddenly woke up in an unfamiliar apartment.

It tooka while to get used to it, but apparently you're in seoul living alone in a decent apartment with a black card containing a lot of money.

Complaints? Nowhere.

— Except that Solo Leveling doesn't exist in this world.

Did you have a literal mental breakdown over it? He yeah.

Big tears, pathetic sniffles and nasty snot. All that.

You cried like a toddler just because you cant do your monthly ritual of rereading solo leveling and admiration of Jinwoo anymore.

So with salty tears you grab a pencil and paper to start sketching him down. If you can't read, mind as well draw the image of him when it's still fresh.

It took 3 weeks to recover, and in ur room, your desk is full of Jinwoo's sketches. It isn't the same as the manhwa but it's the best you could do.

It took another 2 to finally come to terms with your new reality.

You're rich, mind as well live life, right?

You even enrolled to a highschool. After all, k-dramas are always centered around that part of life. Why not experience it yourself?

After successfully buying all of your school materials, you glance down at your ring finger and notice a delicately tied red string.

Huh...

That wasn't there yesterday.

Picking at it and attempting to take it off didn't work. So after an hour of struggling, you gave in and let it be.

Maybe the string was proof that you had died.

And maybe it was a sign that this is your purgatory. Or not, everything is way too normal except for no Jinwoo.

So heh....

But ah, it wasn't part of your plans to see a figure... Way too familiar.

Tall, dark, and handsome.

Three words and you associate it with only one person.

Amidst the crowd of students lined up on the grounds your eyes zeroed in instantly on a single boy who stood out amongst everyone.

No way... Right?

That piercing gaze, the fluffy hoodie, and a glove on his left hand.

That was Jinwoo's appearance when he regressed in time and went into highschool.

Shit.

Isn't your uniform similar to Jinah's?

You should've realized in the first place.

Wait no, you're not really mad it's just!... Jinwoo... Seeing him on the crowd, the probability of meeting him in the hallways isn't zero.

How are you going to survive? Is this why there isn't solo leveling in this world?

Because this world is where the protagonist lives?

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And that is the story of how you arrived here in this world. During the 2 months of being in school, you occasionally passed by Jinwoo, and in each fleeting moment you had to hide in the washroom to try and calm yourself from your panic. Your heart would beat as if it's going to explode, your breathing would be erratic each time that you cant really take a breath.

You always knew that meeting him will quite take a toll on you because you loved him so much, but you didn't think it would be this bad that you look like you're having a panic attack.

Stay Calm.

You need to stay calm. If you pass out from fangirling over your precious idol it'll be embarassing as hell.

Calm down.

You need to calm down.

It's not like he actually saw you, it'll be fine.

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No, it wasn't fine.

Somehow, crossing paths with Jinwoo became more uncharacteristically frequent. It's to the point that you needed to actively avoid his usual walking routes.

Is it stupid to hide from someone who has the ability to locate anyone at any given moment? Yes.

Will you still keep doing it? Yes.

You don't hate Jinwoo, you just cant handle being around him knowing how much adoration you hold inside your heart and knowing that he will never be yours.

It should be around this season when Jinwoo asks Chae Hae-in out and kisses her under the falling snow.

It isn't december 24th yet but... Does it matter?

She's so lucky, having someone like him to admire her.

The only thing you have with you is a lonely life with money.

As well as this stupid red string wrapped around your finger.

What is it meant to represent anyway? A lover?

Surely not.

Who would love you?

The sad, pathetic, lonely, and broken you who doesn't belong in this world.

Just like your previous life and this one, you feel an awful sense of alienation that is unpleasant. The kind of loneliness that eats at your heart every single day.

"Ah, you're here?" A voice from behind you makes you jump and instantly whip your head around.

"A-ah..." You panic, recognizing the familiar grey eyes.

"Now, don't even run away." Jinwoo simply says, smiling.

It made you gulp honestly, something about that grin made you feel like he's willing to pull you into the land of eternal rest if you do.

"U-uhm..." You sputter, fidgeting.

"Not even wearing gloves in this weather?" He inquires, pulling the gloves off of his hands and gently taking yours.

"..."

The red string on your finger tingled, glowing softly as the broken ends binded itself to the strings on Jinwoo's finger.

"How cute" Jinwoo interrupts the silence. "Even if you run away now, these strings will keep us binded."

"W-wait!" You panic, utterly confused as you look up at him.

"I won't force myself on you," He says, his gaze moving from the strings to your eyes. "But I do want to court you properly,... If you'll let me."

"....."

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"That's the story of how me and your daddy got together," You hum softly, caressing your fingers softly against your stomach that is now holding a four month old growing baby.

"What a cute bedtime story," Jinwoo chuckles, approaching from the door and pecking your forehead. "Now, shouldn't you be asleep, hm? My pretty wife needs a lot of rest since you're carrying our little ball of sunshine"

"I just couldn't help it..." You pout at him, and he only pinches your cheek before leaning down to kiss your stomach.

"Mhm, I can tell" He shakes his head while gently pulling the blanket over you. "Go to sleep, jagiya. I still need to shower after a long day at the office"

"Please hurry..." You ask softly, tugging at his sleeve.

"I will" Jinwoo promises, leaning in to kiss your forehead again. "So go to sleep."

꒰ 🪼 A/N: Sorry for the inactiveness ahhh... I'm quite burnt out as of late and I've been doing some commissions as well as running errands www. I'll postpone the cai requests for a bit longer ahhh... I have to make assassin au too ejshrgshs. Oh well, here's to praying I figure out wth I want to do with assassin au ꒱

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧･ﾟ: ~♡ — All stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[baby-tini]

Meet the Todorokis

@supernatural-hunter1 @dabisangle

Dabi told you about his family before he did the reveal to the whole of Japan. He told you about how abusive his father was, how his mom did nothing to help, how his siblings didn't understand what it felt like to be in his position and how he hated his youngest brother. From the little information he'd give you, throughout the months of being together, you.cpuld tell there was some serious trauma and his home life and family were anything but loving. Aside from the physical scars, you knew there was some pretty bad mental scarring, even though he tried to play off the hurt and pain by being cocky and nonchalant.

When the heroes found out you were involved with the league and Dabi, especially romantically, you became a top priority for Endeavor to capture and lock away, so that's what happened. When you were caught, you were sent to Tartarus and servailenced 24/7, heavily armed guards would be posted in your room and right outside of it. The room littered with cameras, there was an inch of privacy in that tiny space you now called home. But you knew, you knew Dabi would save you, it would just take a little time, until then, you had to grin and bare it.

It was the same routine everyday, sitting in that small, padded room with cameras covering inch after inch, doing nothing but letting your mind drift away and thinking about the league but especially Dabi. How was he doing, what was he doing, did he miss you, was he even thinking about you? You didn't doubt he was but curiosity was eating at your brain and heart, taking over your thoughts. So, it was a big surprise when you were told you had visitors and the Todorokis, nonetheless. They were all there, Rei, Fuyumi, Natsuo, Shoto.... and I guess the man that Touya had to call father was there too. It would've been sweet too have such a messed up family if you didn't know their dirty little secrets and the reasons for visiting in the first place. They all looked empty- heartbroken even, their eyes full of sorrows and regret while Reis eyes leaked salty tears ,only to be comforted by daughter... huh, you wonder if any of them tried to comfort Touya that way. Then again, given the family and their dynamic, you highly doubt it. But, sat in front of this fucked up family as they stared you down and asked invasive questions, you started too understand it wasn't out of love for Touya, it was because of guilt and that just pissed you off a lot more. They weren't trying too right their wrongs, it was because they knew that they were horrible for what they did and they tried too quiet their guilt. So you can't really blame yourself for snapping and going off on that horrible man- thing. That horrible thing. "What would you say you're relationship to my son is." You scowled at Enjis question, a scoff falling from your lips unintentionally but you didn't try too stop it. Your eyes narrowed at that abusive man, only obsessed with the image of the so-called greater-good. He didn't even ask how Touya has been, how much the thought of his old man being praised for being a hero when in actuality, he was more of a villain then most were, ate at Touya every night, kept him up for days- weeks even- on end. "Don't. Call him that, Touya is no longer your son, he is no longer the boy that yearned for your praise and approval, no longer the boy that was willing to kill himself too make you happy. He's better, different now. His eyes have been opened to your disgusting ways of bullshit parenting." It was said more aggressively then you thought it was but, he needed too understand Dabi would never be Touya- their Touya, ever again, he was your Touya now and forever.

Endeavors hands tightened into fists at that, while his wifes eyes dropped, looking away and squeezing tightly as she breathed in a stuttered inhale. "He's still my son, I wasn't the best fath-" there's a quick cut off from you as you shifted in your seat. "No. You weren't even a father to begin with, so don't give me that bullshit speech that you're sorry and you regret what you did because I don't care to listen to it, you can give your traumatized family that bullshit but I won't listen to it." It's spat at him, your voice raising in pitch towards the end of your sentence as you scowled at the false hero. You didn't mean to go on a tangent rant but.. it happened. "You, Enji Todoroki, abused your children. You attempted to use them for your own selfish desires and make up for your pathetic failures and all your overwhelming undoings. You. Are no man- especially not a father. No father would ever. Force their child to take on such a burden, so young in their life. No man would ever put his hands on a woman- much less their wife. The woman who gave you those children in the first place. The woman who took care of them and bathed them, dressed them, read them bed time stories while you chased after a dream you, yourself acknowledged would never happen on your own, so you tried to live through your children. And you, Rei Todoroki. The first time that man put his fucking hands on you or your children, you should've left him. Don't ever let a man put his fucking hands on your children. Ever. You. Are no mother. No mother would throw boiling water on her sons face because she couldn't stand the piece of shit man that she was forced too marry. Your kids are their own people and have their own dreams. The reason the both of you even have kids was selfish from the get-go. I'm happy Touya got out- got away. None of your kids deserved that, but especially Touya. Now leave." By the end of it, Rei was in tears and Enjis teeth were clenched so tight, you thought they were gonna break as his fists were tight and shaking, his knuckles turning pale, ghost white as his eyes became wet and started too sting. The family left quickly after that as the door slammed behind them.

You couldn't wait for Dabi to end Enji Todorokis pathetic life of lies.

[satorushousewife]

headcanon! falling for choso kamo (SFW)

summary: my take on how things would go after meeting choso and falling for him (he falls for you too)

notes: i got excited and wrote quite a lot, but there's still room for more! please tell me if you would like a part two! hope you enjoy your reading <3 xoxo lola

before the relationship

so you've met.

it actually means nothing to Choso, so you both would keep living your lives separately... unless you're friends with Itadori!

if that's the case, then it depends on how highly Itadori sees you.

if he cherishes you (not romantically), Choso would definitely be jealous! he wouldn't actually be rude to you, but he would make sure both you and Itadori know he doesn't really like you. he competes with you, especially if Itadori tends to ask you for help. he would make a run for it and offer his help first. if you're a healer, he would actually be sad because he can't provide Itadori with the help you can.

otherwise, if you're just another one of Itadori's friends, Choso wouldn't bat an eye. Itadori does have a lot of friends, and Choso respects and cherishes all of them because they make his brother happy. however, if anything ever occurs, Itadori is always at the top of his priority list.

you fall first

inevitably, since you're friends with Yuuji, Choso is often around, either interacting or just being there.

he is a very reserved person, doesn't talk much unless it's with his brother, and speaks only when necessary during conversations with others.

he's really not the type for small talk, so he wouldn't try to initiate anything but would definitely respond to your questions.

for whatever reason, you fall for him, and it would be up to you to approach him or not.

you end up deciding to start things slowly, trying to include him in whatever activity you and Yuuji are up to.

he wouldn't say anything, but he would certainly feel grateful, especially if you take the time to explain whatever you're doing and how he could do it. he always wants to bond with his brother more, but the barrier of the century he was born in is a nuisance. he doesn't know many things from this era but is eager to learn so he can interact with Itadori more.

for example: you and Yuuji are playing a game Choso has never seen before. you ask him if he wants to play and explain how he can join both of you.

he falls for you

over time, he warms up to you. it wouldn't happen overnight, but once he realizes he's not just eager to spend time with yuuji but with you too, the change begins.

yep, he's in love now. good for you!

…not so good for him.

his chest pounds when you're nearby, his cheeks flush when you accidentally touch each other, and his heart flutters when he sees you smile at him. the man is terrified.

choso doesn't understand his feelings. he's never felt this need to care for another person other than his brothers, so yeah, he's scared—a lot. he panics a little, becoming extra quiet around you. you even ask him if something's wrong, but he dismisses any worries.

he wonders if he should ask Yuuji for help, but his pride doesn't let him. after all, he's supposed to be the older brother and the one to lead the way!

he doesn't know who else to turn to, so he goes to yuki. she is his only friend, so he trusts her with all the things he's been feeling. she lets out a soft laugh as she hears everything and tells him the truth. "you are in love," is what she says.

if that's supposed to make him feel better, well, he'll be damned because it only worsens everything.

it gets to the point where Yuuji notices something is wrong and confronts him.

under the confrontation, Choso spills the truth.

Yuuji calls him an idiot. Choso gets indignant with the insolence (after all, he is the older brother) but says nothing about it (although his face demonstrates a lot).

"even if you're my older brother, you don't need to know it all. it's your first time living too, there's no way you would know the answers to everything. besides, we're brothers, aren't we? i'm supposed to help you too," is what Yuuji says.

after that, he gives some tips on how Choso could approach and even flirt with you, suggesting that he and Choso make a plan on courting you.

that simple conversation makes Choso reflect all night.

his anxiety is still there, but lessened as he now knows that Yuuji got his back.

that night before sleeping he makes a decision: he would definitely try to court you, and his brother would help.

[lacy-oh-lacy]

Sam Carpenter･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

NSFW Alphabet

Scream Masterlist | Main Masterlist

CW: Afab!Reader, Switch!Sam, safeword use, rough sex, strap-on, tribbing, masturbation, bdsm, roleplay, edging, oral

Aftercare

Sam’s the sweetest after sex. She always double checks that you had a good time, and if things were on the rough end she’s so attentive and verbally/physically affectionate.

Body part 

On herself: Not a part, but she likes her muscles. They constantly come in handy and the way you look at them drives her absolutely wild.

On you: Your thighs. Something about how soft and vulnerable they are just really appeals to her.

Cum

She likes the thought of cumming with you. It’s not always practical, but she experiments with tribbing and invests in a cumming strap-on to indulge the idea.

Dirty secret

As a rule, Sam tries not to keep secrets from you. She tells you all of that kind of stuff either before or very soon into your sexual relationship.

Experience 

Enough to know what she’s doing. She’s definitely passed the shy stage.

Favorite position 

She likes to see your face and (usually) be on top, so straddling you and missionary are her go-tos.

Goofy

In your less passionate, more sweet hook ups Sam is so silly and cute. You’ll straight up giggle and joke around while she’s ‘balls-deep’ inside of you. Other times she’d definitely rather be serious though.

Hair

She’s got a short bush of hair down there.

Intimacy 

It can go two ways. She can be so romantic and make love to you like you’re the most precious thing on earth. Or she can be so rough and fuck you like you’re her own personal sex toy. It just depends on your moods.

Jack off

It’s not like she has anything against it but she’d much rather wait and get off with you.

Kink

Oh, Sam gets kinky. It’s not a dealbreaker if you’re not, but if you’re up for it the two of you at least dabble with roleplay and bdsm. She gravitates towards domming, though when she’s as comfortable with someone as she is with you she’ll sub just fine too.

Location 

She’s a keep it in the bedroom kind of girl. She doesn’t want to accidentally bother anyone else.

Motivation 

You being yourself is quite the turn on for Sam. Every time you make her laugh, or patiently let her vent to you, or anything like that her attraction for you and her libido skyrocket.

No

Nothing that can too easily go wrong like drawing blood, choking or electricity play.

Oral

Sam’s a giver by nature and this is no exception. Your pleasure is her priority -and a huge turn on. Not that she would ever decline an offer to return the favour.

Pace

Like with intimacy it depends on the day. You two have had sex at every pace there is.

Quickie

She down for them but usually she only initiates them herself if she’s feeling emotional. For instance if she has something crappy going on in her life that she needs distracting from.

Risk

As brave as Sam is, she gets her fill of risks elsewhere, she doesn’t want any more, especially not at your expense.

Stamina 

In theory Sam could go all night, but she usually puts so much of her strength and effort into the first round that both of you would be lucky not to totally tire out by the second.

Toy

The two of you decide on toys to get together, Sam likes experimenting with them. Though a good deal of the time she still only uses her strap, if that.

Unfair

If edging / orgasm denial are kinks you’ve agreed to she’s more than happy to tease you those ways. However, again, she is a giver so it’s hard for her to deny you for very long. She can honestly tolerate being teased for longer than she can tolerate teasing you.

Volume 

Sam isn’t too loud, her moans are low and breathy. Most of her volume comes from smooth dirty talk and confirming consent.

Wildcard 

Her safeword definitely gets used. There are kinks she has that can be fine to practice one day but unexpectedly trigger her another. She’s also a very attentive dom and the type to tap out not because she’s at her limit but because she’s pretty sure you are, even if you haven’t realised it yet. It’s a little overly cautious but she’s usually right.

X-Ray

It’s not always clear with her clothes on, but Sam’s body is STRONG, glorious even, like you’d expect from a warrior (and she does have the scars to match that descriptor).

Yearning

Sam is used to reigning in worse urges than her libido, so while her sex drive is decently high it never becomes a distraction for her.

Zzz

She’s so into cuddling and pillow talk afterwards, it can easily lead to you falling asleep in each others arms.

[asmolfolk]

Hi S. Can I request hc for Hades (RoR) and fem s/o? S/o is having a bad day and Hades comforts her intimately? 18+ and fluff please. Have a good day/night!

After a long time, guess who is back again? I finally finish my studies and I'm just chilling right now. So, as I'm in a Hazbin Hotel, HSR, Wuthering Waves and ZZZ brainrot And, I'm trying to get back at my feet for writing - if this isn't good is because of that :< (Also if any of you noticed that I didn't put dialogues with the S/O, it's mostly for her to also represent people with disabilities that makes them rely on sign language and everything <3) Also! If anyone is interested in Hazbin Hotel AU's, I have an > alternative Account < for drawings [what will include my au's <3] and also, I will probably start posting some X reader and long fanfics in my AO3 account. Also, I post some arts in my Twitter <3 Click on the pink text to go to the links <3 —— —͙ – -✰ Fandom: Record of Ragnarok / Shuumatsu no ValkyrieCharacters: Hades. Warnings: Smut! —— —͙ – -✰

Hades x S/O: Feelings.

Hades is a simple man: The world could BURN and he wouldn't bait an eye, he doesn't care about humans, about other gods - except for his beloved, Persephone and his Brother. You and Persephone are the only ones who would make Hades go against his brother, against everything he worked so hard to maintain. Hades has no limitation when the topic were the two of you. Even if he wasn't in a romantic relationship with Persephone, this would be the same. You, bless your soul, already knew about his completely devotion - First of all, he never tried to hide it. Anubis, Thanatos and other gods associated with death noticed his demanour since the beginning. [And Thanatos is oblivious as fish swimming in the sea.] Not only that, but also: Loki RUINED your outfit, Hermes had to get you to the underworld - you were so close to breaking down in front of Loki...

This whole event was too much for you, especially because Hermes wouldn't let you interact with him. You had to go to Hades's room and already saw him, he was just with his pant while he seemed to be a bit... Tired, but, he just needed to look at you to have a smile.

"My beloved... What a pleasure seeing you" He looked at you and got closer, taking your hand after seeing the ruined outfit and the dirt, he was immediately pissed "What happened? Who did this to you?"

You couldn't bring yourself to answer him properly, your words were left to nothing as you sobbed, the gibberish you were saying didn't make him understand what was happening, but he knew that you needed a hug... And a bath.

"Come on, my beautiful wife... Let's take a bath"

Hades would spend his whole time just bathing you, hearing you spill your heart to him, telling him about everything that has gone wrong... And he would tell you how amazing you were, how strong you were and to praise you as you continued your story. Only when you were finished telling him everything, he would start to clean you up, he would dare to pick a cloth for you, he would just carry you - again - to his room and lay you down to the bed.

"My wife... Would you like me to sing you praises?" He always said that before going at you... And, as anyone would say. You just nodded. He was imediately, holding your thighs, letting space for him to be in between them "If you want to stop, just say 'Stop', okay? I wouldn't want to overwhelm you." He was always sweet, he always putted your own pleasure as his top priority... He didn't care if he didn't have a shot, if he didn't touch himself... He could be satisfied with just making you feel pleasure.

He started as always, kissing your clit as one of his hand started to do circles through your entrance until he started to push his fingers in and out, he was relief at hearing your moans and pleads to be faster. He just gave anything that you asked him, he started sucking your clit as his fingers started to get faster. As a reflect, you imprisioned his face against your thighs, you felt like you could suffocate him - until you remembered that gods don't need to breath. Hades didn't even cared with how much your legs trembled as he guided you to a much deserved orgasm.

He drinked it, drinked and licked anything left. He - as always smiling and looking at you with pride and love - would just take of his gloves and touch your face. "Do you feel better, my love?" After losing your senses for a second or so, you could only rely on your lips reading to tell him Yes. He would lay at your side, holding your waist and softly caressing your cheeks. "You can sleep if you want to, my beloved wife... I will wait for you."

The day was too much for you... But at least, you would sleep peacefully with your husband at your side, hugging you as if you were close to disapear.

—— —͙ – -✰ The next posts will be: OC x Reader, ROR x Reader and Hazbin Hotel x Reader. Stay tunned <3 [Hazbin Hotel will include Oc's, but they are just there for plot - Since it will be a long fic.]

[suzayaaa]

AQUAMAN - 태용

pairing: taeyong x gn!reader

word count: 1.2k

theme: fluff, some angst?, non-idol!taeyong, meet cute

warnings: none

suza’s note: this idea has been on my mind for almost 2 weeks so i decided to do something about it

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Your first date.

Not the first one in your life, but the first one after you graduated—now you have your degree and must live like a responsible adult.

The subconscious pressure from your friends with all sorts of relationships was slowly leaving a mark on you and you finally decided to do something about it.

The truth about adulthood relationships is, it’s not easy to get into one. Social life drastically decreases after college, unless you’re a social butterfly or actively make an effort to meet new people. Now you just work, rest, complain, and occasionally see one of your friends if you’re both available—meeting someone new is almost impossible.

That’s why, to make that bold move of meeting a potential boyfriend, you downloaded a dating app. Finding someone decent was a challenge in itself, but you think you did it and now, congrats! Here you are, waiting for someone you know nothing about.

Not so responsible of you.

An aquarium seems like a perfect place for a first date. Sweet, romantic, calming, and a little bit mysterious aura ties perfectly with a situation you’re about to be in. You two had decided to meet directly at a place, and because you’re a little bit early, you sit on a bench in front of the entrance and wait.

You don’t know what to expect. The truth is, you don’t really care about having a boyfriend right now. Of course, having someone you love and adore is always nice, but it’s not your priority at this moment in life. You’re doing well on your own; you have a stable job that doesn’t suck and are able to live comfortably. The only reason you’re here is your friends. Even though at first it was nice to hear their love stories and see their relationships blooming, sometimes even into marriage, now you feel like you’re missing out.

You play games on your phone to let go of the thoughts and pass the time and when another ad pops up you check the time. Your date should’ve been there 20 minutes ago.

You look around, squinting your eyes, as you wonder what to do. Your enthusiasm for this date already decreased, but it would be a shame to go home when you’re in a beautiful place like that.

Maybe if you text him you will know where you stand. You fix your hair and open the dating app, you realize.

He had blocked you.

Your lips press into a tight line as your head falls to your feet. You expected many things, but not this. A part of you feels disappointed—after all, you made an effort. You took time to look good and come here. But again, it’s a dating app. Most of the time it goes wrong than it doesn’t, so you shouldn’t be surprised.

As you take your things and get up from the bench, a man approaches you.

“Hi, um, I’m Taeyong.” He fiddles with his fingers, flowers in his hand.

You give him an up-and-down stare, glancing at the tattoos peeking out of his white tank top, and raise your eyebrows. “Okay…”

“We were supposed to meet there, at 5 pm, you know?” He gulps at your blank expression. “Wait, are you–” his eyes widen when he realizes you’re not the person he’s talking about– “I’m sorry, I think I confused you with someone else. It was meant to be a blind date, but I think I was stood up.” He embarrassingly scratches his head and gives you the cutest stare you have seen a human give.

You laugh and cover your mouth with your hand. “Sorry, I’m not laughing at you, it’s just,” you brush your hand through your hair and smile shyly, “I’m in the same situation.”

“Really?” you stare at each other awkwardly as you burst into laughter together. When your giggles stop, he looks at you for a moment and bites his lip. “So if we’re both alone, maybe you wanna go with me?” He tilts his head and points at the aquarium with his thumb.

You watch him sway on his feet and realize how handsome he is. The sharp jaw and soft eyes waiting for your response, the bleached hair slowly flowing with the wind, the effortless outfit adding to his confidence, and the numerous tattoos on his arms and chest. He looks like he was sculpted by angels and his comfortable aura adds to the image even more.

You smile, feeling your cheeks get hot. “Yeah, I do. Let’s go.” He breaks out into a grin and you both head into the building.

“Here, have them.” He hands you the flowers with a light blush on his face as you accept them.

As you explore the aquarium, you talk about everything—yourselves, your daily lives and dreams, funny stories, anything you can think of. Taeyong turns out to be a very interesting person; not only because of his appearance. His shy yet confident attitude, his anecdotes about some fish swimming around you, the attentive stare and soft smile every time you speak, even the little scar next to his eye you are yet scared to ask about. His whole being allures you.

Taeyong makes you feel relaxed and at ease, so much so that you’re glad your initial date stood you up. If the other guy showed up, you probably wouldn’t met Taeyong. And you would regret it so much if you didn’t. His quiet voice and the dark neons gracing his features put you under a spell, even the colorful creatures and the mystical atmosphere of the water surrounding you can’t take your focus away from him.

The time spent with Taeyong feels like magic and you don’t realize when you’re back at the entrance of the aquarium.

“So you’re a fish surgeon?” You ask with raised eyebrows, already seeing the place you were waiting at two hours ago.

“Ah, but it was only one time.” He throws his head back with a laugh.

“Still, that’s impressive.” You look at him, wondering how can one man have so many talents.

The soft wind hits your skin as you walk out of the building and notice the multiple reds and purples covering the sky.

“Well,” you turn to him, looking back at the building, “thank you. That was a great date.”

“Yeah, it was.” He licks his lips and plays with the rings decorating his fingers, looking everywhere but your eyes. You watch him with a smirk and wait until he finally squeezes the words out of himself. “So, if it wasn’t that bad, maybe you would like to do this again sometime?” He gives you the sweetest puppy eyes ever and you can’t help but laugh again.

“I would.”

He breathes out sharply and laughs too. You exchange your numbers and slowly distance yourself from the aquarium in a comfortable silence.

“Do you want me to drive you home?” Taeyong asks as you walk up to the street.

“Yeah, why not.”

You both grin at each other and walk towards his car, and you make a mental note to thank your friends for unconsciously forcing you into a blind date; into meeting Taeyong.

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[ciaossu-imagines]

isagi yoichi +❣️ from the misc ask meme. dayummm i hope you don’t mind me requesting a variety of characters 🤧

Are you kidding? I don’t just not mind it, I love it! It makes me really excited to see and gives me a real boost of motivation and creativity. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with writing for certain characters, especially if I love them, over and over. It gives me new ways to view the characters and I get to develop a feel for how to write them better the more practice I get, but it can get a little stale over time, so this is a really nice change of pace 😊 Thank you so much for all your asks and I hope you’ll enjoy the headcanons for Isagi!

What are their love languages?

I do think Isagi’s primary love language is definitely quality time. It’s the most natural way for him to show his care about someone else. While he’s also someone who might show some of his affection through physical touch, that ranks much lower, even at second spot, than quality time. It’s the thing that comes the easiest to him and in his mind, it’s the most obvious way to show the people he cares about how much they mean to him.

After all, let’s get real here, Isagi is someone with lots of passion and ambition. He has big goals and dreams he wants to achieve and he has the drive and determination to make those things possible. But a large part of that drive and determination that makes those big things happen for him is him really hyperfocusing on football. It really becomes his world, in a lot of ways.

He doesn’t allow himself a lot of spare time. He works hard every single day, and in the little spare time he does have, he does have hobbies and stuff he’d very much like to do or he’d like to do the things that really relax him.

If, instead of doing any of those things, he’s dedicating the vast majority of the spare time he does have to spending quality time with a friend or a romantic partner, it’s his way of saying ‘hey, see, I truly care about you and this is me loving you’. It’s his way of showing the person that, though his main priority is on football and on his own goals and ambitions, they’re right up there alongside it, right up at the top of the list of things important to him.

I keep mentioning quality time, making sure to use the word quality, because that is what it is going to be with Isagi, if someone really matters to him. He’s not just going to show up, barely pay much attention, get caught up in his own world, or seem in any way as if he isn’t enthused to be there. For those important to him, when spending that time with them, Isagi is someone who is engaged in the situation. He actively listens to them, he holds conversations, he shares his world, both inner and outer, with them. He makes efforts to plan things to do that the both of them will like. He’s really giving them everything he can, emotionally and mentally, while spending that time with them.

As far as giving love, if his partner needs it shown in a different way, physical touch is the easiest one for Isagi to adapt to. However, it will still need to be shown in ways that are respectful to his boundaries because, while he’s comfortable with things like high-fives, casual physical contact you would see between friends, hugs and handholding with romantic partners, he’s averse to anything else happening in public. He’s not a huge PDA person – he’s not going to be someone who would feel comfortable making out with a romantic partner in full view of everyone, forgetting that everyone else around them exists or anything.

If he is serious enough about the relationship, be it platonic or romantic, and the other person clearly communicates what they actually need to be happier, how they would like to be shown that love and care, Isagi will put in the effort to do so. He will not get things right straight away and there will be learning curves, but he will at least try.

In terms of how he prefers to be shown love, I do think he’s an acts of service kind of person. It’s all about the small little things that people do for him to either make his day happier or to make his life easier on him.

[baileypie-writes]

~Human!Panchito Pistoles and Human!José Carioca with an S/O Who has Depression~

Artist: chacckco on DeviantArt

(please correct me if I’m wrong!)

~~~❤️~~~🖤~~~💚~~~

Fandom: The Three Caballeros

Fanfic Type: Headcanons

Reader: Gender neutral, has depression

Relationship: Romantic

Characters Included: Human!Panchito Pistoles, Human!José Carioca(seperatly)

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Rating: PG

Warnings: Depression(Reader), mentions of Reader not taking care of themselves, probably unrealistic dialogue

Requested By: Anonymous

~Masterlist~

~The Three Caballeros Masterlist~

As someone with depression, I understand that it can be really hard. So to others like me, you’re not alone! If it’s getting really bad for you, and you’re having not-so-good thoughts, please reach out to someone close to you!

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~Panchito Pistoles~

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~ Panchito has never personally struggled with depression. He’s just such a happy guy, so he finds it hard to relate to your feelings. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t understand them!

~ He obviously knows what depression is, and how it affects people. So he does his very best to help you. He just finds it unfair that he gets to be happy, but you don’t.

~ Sunshine is good for you, so Panchito makes sure you get plenty of it! He goes on walks with you, or just sits outside. If you wanna be stubborn, too bad. Because he is too. And he will get you to see the sun, whether you like it or not.

“C’mon (name), let’s go outside! It’s a beautiful day!”

“Mmm. I don’t want to…”

“Sorry Corazón, but I’m not taking no for an answer! Some vitamin D will be good for you!”

(Translation: heart/sweetheart)

“Ugh… fine.”

~ He’s always there to comfort you. He knows that depression is hard, so if you need a hug, or a shoulder to cry on, he’s there. He’ll give you all the affection you want! You deserve it!

“I just don’t know what to do. I want to be able to do normal things, but my depression stops me. Sometimes, I can’t even get up in the morning. It sucks.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry (name). I know it sucks. Ven aquí. It’s gonna be okay.”

(Translation: Come here)

~ If you can’t find happiness on your own, he’ll help you! He’ll take you somewhere fun; a park, a movie, the mall or anywhere you want! He’ll do anything to help you forget about being depressed, even for just a little while!

~ If you have trouble taking care of yourself, Panchito helps you! He’ll make sure you eat and drink water. He’ll even cook for you! He’ll also help motivate you to shower and brush your teeth. Afterwards, he always praises you. He hopes that’ll motivate you more.

“Here (name), I made pancakes for breakfast!”

“I don’t wanna eat.”

“Aw c’mon. You’ll feel better if you do. Here, I’ll feed you!”

“No, no. It’s okay. I’ll feed myself!”

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~José Carioca~

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~ José definitely understands depression more than Panchito. He’s been depressed a few times in his life. Though, of course, that’s nothing compared to what you go through. But even so, he still gets it.

~ His top priority is to make sure you don’t just stay inside and rot all day. He knows that’s what a lot of depressed people do, and he understands why. But still, it’s not healthy. So he makes sure you get out of bed and go outside, even if it’s just in the backyard.

“Okay (name), it’s 9:30. It’s time to get out of bed.”

“Ugh. Okay…”

“That’s the spirit! Come on, let’s get some breakfast. And let’s eat outside, yeah?”

~ He makes a little routine for you. It’s just a list of things to do throughout the day, just to make you get up and about. Again, he doesn’t want you to just rot in bed all day.

~ José always makes sure you’re taking care of yourself. Every day, he asks if you’ve eaten, drank water, showered, etc. . If you haven’t, he doesn’t shame you at all. He just reminds you to get them done. If you don’t have the motivation to, he’ll offer to help you.

“How many cups of water have you had today?”

“Dunno. Maybe two?”

“(name), dear, it’s nearly 6:00. You need to drink more.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll go drink some now.”

~ José is good at reading people. So he knows when your depression is particularly bad. Even if you try to hide it, he knows. He can be gullible, but not in this case. You can’t fool him!

~ He knows that people like you can feel like a burden to others. So he always lets you know that you’re not. He also tells you that you can always come to him for help. He loves you, and will always be there for you.

“I’m sorry that you have to deal with me all the time.”

“Please don’t say that, (name). I’m not ‘dealing with you’, I’m helping you. And I’m doing it because I want to. I don’t want you to think like that, okay?”

“Okay… but are you sure?”

“Yes (name), I’m sure.”

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~~baileypie-writes

[kustas]

I was looking at your dungmeshi tag and I was wondering what do you mean by not liking the fandom takes on Kabru?

I have a lot of beef with fandom's tendency to woobify characters as well as put shipping as their top priority and the Kabru tag on this site is a masterclass in both at once. As with the rest of the DM cast, he's a flawed character both in morals and being kind of pathetic because that's how everyone is written in manga, and it owns. For Kabru, it's being a masterful manipulator who even with good intentions is still an expert in lying his way in life - that's the morally dubious part. His manipulation works so well it bites him back - that's the funny part.

The posts who populate his tag ignore both to use him as shipping fuel with Laios and Mithrun and while usually I just cringe at ship stuff and move on both pairings here rub me the wrong way. Laios is the least offensive - and in the text, Kabru hates him for his tendency to accidentally bring up topics that are traumatizing to him without realizing. Mithrun is even worst because not only does he not care about Kabru in the slightest, he's also much older than him in both actual age and human equivalent, Kabru being barely an adult and Mithrun middle aged man. Mithrun is also racist towards men and looks down on them, and his relationship with Kabru, in which he serves him, I've seen eroticized a lot by fanartists despite nothing of sorts being in the text and the obvious reason of please think twice before doing this to one of the only brown guys in the full manga holy SHIT

That last point isn't brought up in the story itself (DM tends to not focus on character ethnicity which is another can of worms and not inherently negative) but the rest is. It's explicitly in the text as fuel for plot elements and a lot of jokes, but fans ignore all of this because it'd go in the way of their yaoi doll game...

There's very little appreciation for the character outsides of this, despite most of his time in the story not being dedicated to his (lack of, lol) romantic relationships. His personality and schemes are very important and imo a key to even liking the character but they're ignored. I do not doubt many fans do appreciate them but they're not the people filling the Tumblr tag.

DM writes excellent characters who are complex, flawed and funny and Kabru is a shining example of good character traits being tossed asides because people only care for him as the other side to ships who themselves are very uncomfortable

I've talked about it with fans on a Discord before, who had character centric channels. His was only filled with low effort ship jokes. I once raised the question of why people didn't make shipping content with the sole character who's hinted at having feelings for him, his childhood bestie, and people immediately told me "it's gross! The guide says he likes her in a brotherly way!" but I want to assume it's mostly because she's not a white boy. These people did not beat an eye at the maid jokes btw 👍

[voiddemon]

I don't mean to sound rude, I love your skirfluff content, but why does kirby seem so jealous of their relationship? wouldn't he be, at the bare minimum, a little supportive?

TUMBLR.COM DELETED THE ENTIRE RESPONSE I WROTE ON DA WAY HOMEEE okay here we go again. This one's much shorter and not super in depth. btw ur not being rude by asking i loveee to talk about my headcanons.

Kirby isn’t jealous of their relationship, kind of! It’s a whole complicated mess. To clarify before I begin I am an Aro-Kirby truther and many of my headcanons have been robbed from the Kirby guy(Kaissauce) who u can find easily 99% of the skirfluff posting were my post and his.

TLDR: Kirby is upset at being 'replaced', doesn't understand why Shadow Kirby 'deserves' Prince Fluff, and Shadow Kirby is still being an asshole to him.

I won’t go into all of it but Kirby, before they start dating, sees Skirby as a lot of things. An insociable, rude, blunt, ungrateful, hateful, self-loathing clone of himself. Big emphasis on CLONE OF HIMSELF. He thinks he has it easy since nothing is actively threatening the mirror world, and the only thing he really has (from his view) to be sad about is DMK dying. But he was super evil anyway so yeah. Skirby also hates him in turn, and they kick each other’s shit in every other month or so.

Prince Fluff is, however a dear friend of his. Not his closest but he's definitely important to him, especially since Prince Fluff is also kind of a lonely guy with not a lot of friends like Shadow Kirby.

So when they're friends at first he's kind of happy for them, until they start getting actually close. Seee here's the thing. While Kirby can handle not being someone's top priority, or that someone wouldn't go to him for certain things, he can't handle that happening with Shadow Kirby. It makes him absolutely confused and angry, since what does Skirby have that he doesn't? In his mind he's automatically a better friend than Skirby, especially for Prince Fluff, since they have a lot more in common.

Also having to essentially share Prince Fluff's time when he tries to get them to get along is agony, since when he and Skirby inevitably argue/fight and Prince Fluff often takes Skirby's side. Before they start dating the fact that it's Prince Fluff is barely a factor, it's just Shadow Kirby having a similar role in one of his friend's lives.

HOWEVER once they start dating everything gets wayyyy worse. It comes with a lot of fun confusing questions and new wounds. Here's a list:

Why can Skirby feel romantic feelings when he, the original and REAL Kirby, can't. (Is he faking it for since he doesn't want to hurt Prince Fluff, or (he doesn't really think this, but it crosses his mind) is he just playing Prince Fluff for the benefits? Is something wrong with Kirby for not feeling romantic feelings?)

What does Skirby have that makes him more worthy of Prince Fluff's time than Kirby's? Why does Shadow Kirby get to be a bigger priority in Prince Fluff's life? (He's also taking away Kirby's time with him, since Fluff is naturally going to spend more time with his boyfriend than his friend)

Shadow Kirby and Prince Fluff dating makes them a team, often poised against him as they don't take kindly to people trying to get between them or split them up.

Skirby basically stumbled into dating a very nice Prince who could do a lot better without going through any trials or tribulations. While Prince Fluff has to put up with so much for little return.

Skirby is actively rubbing salt in his eyes by shoving their relationship in Kirby's face.

Also edited to add he, in a way, feels entitled to Prince Fluff since he's more real in a sense than Shadow Kirby. Also they've known each other for longer, and Skirby didn't safe Fluff's life. This isn't something Kirby has fully realized himself, since if he did even he'd realize that's fucked.

Shadow Kirby is replacing him. While he and Prince Fluff weren't romantically involved, he was one of the most important friends in Fluff's life. Kirby isn't used to being replaced by anyone, let alone Shadow Kirby.

SO essentially their relationship causes a lot of problems for him. And every time he sees them happy together it reminds him of those stinging, open sores. Even though he probably is happy that Prince Fluff is happy, it makes him envious.

Also a tiny tiny part of it is, for Prince Fluff's sake, Shadow Kirby starts acting like the bigger person. Which is usually Kirby's thing when they have disputes. He also generally starts developing a healthier view on their relationship as being a clone/not clone, while Kirby is stuck in the past thinking of Shadow Kirby the same way because it's easier to him.

Them being homogay directly challenges his views on the mirror world, his friendship with Prince Fluff, and his own identity. So yeah while he's probably a little supportive sometimes and can look past his issues with Shadow Kirby to be happy for Fluff, those times are the exception and not the rule.

He gets better with time but it takes. YEARS of avoiding the problem and making things worse by arguing with and killing Shadow Kirby (i just ended a 2 year relationship don't worry it wasn't mine).

so yeah kirby suffering on patchland and in the mirror world until he. gets over himself??? idk best way i can put it

[lesbiancarat]

i finally finished exclusive fairytale and i want to give some thoughts/a review! (contains spoilers)

honestly modern school/coming of age dramas usually aren't my cup of tea, i wouldn't have picked up this type of drama if jun weren't in it. but i was determined to enjoy it for what it was even if it's not the type of story i usually find compelling, and i definitely did

i really appreciated the humor, i'm a sucker for 4th wall breaks and record scratch moments, even if it's kind of cheesy humor i thought it was well done. they didn't overdo it, i think they kept a good balance of humor and sincerity throughout the show

i also REALLY like how realistic most of the relationships felt in the show. a lot of dramas will create over the top/dramatic plots with big misunderstandings or jealousy or these very dramatic romantic moments that just don't happen to most people in real life. and there's nothing wrong with dramas that are like that, dramas are meant to be entertaining and dramatic plots make them so. but especially when it came to xiao tu and ling chao's relationship it felt really refreshing to see a very quiet and gentle romance that develops over the years

like after they got together they didn't dramatically change their personalities or how they acted around each other, even when other's commented how they weren't being "romantic enough". because they were already comfortable with each other from growing up together, and the drama just let them be comfortable in their relationship from the get-go. and how xiao tu kept "forgetting" she and ling chao were together at first when she was making plans, honestly that's a very realistic thing. like moving through the world as a single person is different, and you really do have to adjust your mindset and your habits to accommodate another person when you're in a couple and that switch doesn't flip overnight

and there were misunderstandings and moments of jealousy but they were all handled pretty realistically too. when xiao tu and ling chao had misunderstandings they would just talk about it and resolve it. and even between characters that had a conflict, like liking the same person (eg. ling chao and yin zihan or xiao tu and xu linglong) they were still able to be civil toward each other and even friends rather than treating each other as mortal enemies (and on the topic of xu linglong i won't spoil her character arc but i really appreciated how it ended up)

like there's a thousand other examples i could give but i really was very impressed with how realistic the relationships were. it really felt like the author was writing from experience and not writing an idealized version of a romance or over dramatizing it

the one relationship/plot point i didn't really like was the whole thing with ling chao's father. imo given the fact that ling chao's father as far as they told us had NO contact with him or his mom for like the first ~16 years of his life so he could start a business to support his family makes no sense to me. like why did he need to move out and cut off contact completely if he still cared for them and was doing it for their benefit? it would have made more sense to me if he was still living with them but wasn't a good father when ling chao was a kid bc he was busy with work. or if he was always on business trips, or making some effort to be a dad but failing bc it wasn't his priority. like it was an active choice for him to not contact his son for his entire childhood. or alternatively, the dad could have left when ling chao was a kid bc he fell out of love/separated from ling chao's mom and then have them fall back in love again when ling chao's in highschool. idk the motivation they gave him for being absent but apparently still being a really loving and invested dad just seemed like lazy and unrealistic writing. like i didn't need them to spend longer on that plot and i was fine with ling chao forgiving his dad relatively quickly bc that's not the main point of the show i just wish the logic behind him being an absent father for the first part of ling chao's life made a bit more sense lol

on another note, i've seen some people complaining about the dubbing, but from the perspective of a regular c-drama watcher, it's actually not bad. there were some scenes where the dubbing was more out of sync but it was all pretty standard. it's actually on the better end of dubbing i've seen. of course it's not the same/as ideal compared to not dubbing, but if you watch c-dramas it's just something you have to get used to lol

overall i don't think this show is super groundbreaking, but it is very well done for the coming of age, childhood friends to lovers show that it is. it's a really light and easy show to watch. not something with a lot of excitement but if you want a show that's relaxing and easy to digest then exclusive fairytale's got you covered!

[bakugoyelling]

Those Three Words  

Giyuu Tomioka x Fem! Reader 

Warnings: 18+ smut (minors dni), fluff, hurt/comfort, oral sex (giving + receiving), finger sucking, romantic sex, praise, creampie 

Word Count: 5.9 K

Summary: Your boyfriend Giyuu adores you, but sometimes, he feels undeserving of your relationship. After another life-threatening mission, can you help comfort him? 

In the Demon Slayer Corps, only the strongest, highest-ranking members have the privilege of being a Hashira. It's a prestigious title earned through hard work and dedication.

To be considered, one must kill at least 50 demons or defeat a member of the Twelve Kizuki — a difficult feat, but those who prove their strength by doing so; are highly respected. 

Yet, the life of a Hashira is not an easy one. With respect comes great responsibility, and in order to protect the innocent, they must put the lives of others above their own. Death lurks beneath every step during battle, and if a world without demons is what they are fighting towards, then sometimes, sacrifices must be made.

Giyuu Tomioka is one of these high-ranking members. His mission, day in and day out, is to kill demons — to give it his all and slay whatever treacherous monsters are killing his people. It is his top priority, and it used to be his only priority before he met you. 

Your first encounter with each other was rather uneventful, but over time, with your charming personality and contagious laughter, you wiggled your way into his heart. And after many nights spent alone in his bed, thinking about you and how you made him feel, he decided to do something he had never done before. The following morning, he pulled you aside and casually invited you over to his estate for dinner.

“Who else will be there?” you asked unknowingly.

“It’ll only be the two of us,” he said, shifting his gaze. "Please, be sure to show up. There’s something I must tell you." 

But before you could question him any further, he had set off, leaving you anxious and wondering — what’s so important that it ought to be told over dinner? Either way, you were excited to spend time with your friend. The serenity you felt in his presence was something you had grown accustomed to and often missed when he wasn't around.

That evening, although a bit coy at first, he expressed the way he felt about you. He wore the same look on his face the entire time, his cheeks blooming with color as he held your gaze and quietly asked you to be his girlfriend. Even after months of harboring the same feelings, you never expected such a question from Giyuu. The suggestion had you lopsidedly grinning, butterflies swarming through your stomach as you hushed out a gentle “yes” and agreed to be his.   

Under the moonlight, Giyuu kissed you for the very first time that night — a chaste peck of his lips against yours. And yet, despite you accepting to be his partner nearly a year ago. There are still moments where he feels unworthy of you, like a burden in the relationship you have grown together. You're a demon slayer yourself, so you understand the possibilities. 

Why do you continue to be with someone who may leave on a mission and never return?

Maybe it was wrong to take your friendship further. After all, the more you feel for someone, the harder it is to cope with their death. 

Why does it sometimes feel like, after every kiss goodbye, he is only setting you up to suffer? 

Almost two weeks ago, Giyuu was assigned a mission. And today, it's thoughts like these that continue to cross his mind as he makes his way back to you — after another life-threatening battle.

He’s bruised, with a minor cut on his arm, but he's not critically hurt, he can walk fine, and nothing is fractured. However, while descending the mountain, he can’t stop thinking about how lucky he is to have struck at just the right time. One wrong move and he would have ended up like those who attempted to defeat the bloodthirsty demon before him. 

And the promise of coming back to you would be broken. 

Giyuu has never said it, at least not verbally, but he loves you. He finds the words difficult to say, unlike you. Every time the two of you part, those three words fall from your lips so easily, but it's not as easy for him. So, he chooses to show his love in different ways.

Like in the notes he leaves behind before he must leave, promising to be back soon while wishing you luck on your own assignments — ones he is positive you are skilled enough to complete. He signs the messages off with his name, and now and then, he even draws a small heart beside it. 

Or sometimes, he expresses his feelings by bringing home your favorite sweets, untouched and wrapped with care as you take the package into your hands, reveling in your reaction every time. 

Although despite the way you smile, maybe, he thinks, you just want someone who can say “I love you” back. Something he seems incapable of ​​doing. 

But before the thoughts can continue, Giyuu realizes that he is home, and the sight of you sitting out on the engawa catches his eye. 

It’s always a relief when he returns. And as you set your widened gaze on his form, your eyes begin to water, your vision becoming blurry while you hurry over to hug him. 

“Are you hurt? Do you feel okay?” you worriedly ask, wrapping him in a protective embrace. 

Usually, after a few days into a new mission, he sends you a letter to keep you updated, but this time, one never arrived. It was unusual, and the absence of a message left you anxious, afraid that something horrible had happened. 

“Why didn’t you write to me? I was terrified that you were never coming back.” Heavy tears roll down your cheeks as you question him. Because no matter his incredible skills and strength, when he leaves, there's always the possibility that he won’t make it back.

And although still silent, Giyuu's shoulders grow tense as the sound of you sniffling reaches his ears. You're crying, and the notion that he is the reason behind your woes upsets him — even if it doesn’t show. 

“I’m fine, and I’m sorry." pulling back to check on you, your boyfriend apologizes, averting his eyes to the ground. “I should have given Kanzaburo better directions. He’s old, you know.”

You’re sure he is not trying to be funny, but his blunt remark makes you smile. 

“It’s okay,” you sniffle, tears coming to a halt. “He is a bit of a grandpa crow, so he probably got confused again,” you chuckle.

The sound of your voice, no longer strained with worry, causes Giyuu’s gaze to lift back up to you, a hint of relief on his face when he notices the return of your cheerful demeanor.

“I’m just happy that you're back. That’s all that matters.” You kiss his cheek before continuing. “Let’s go inside now. You go get cleaned up, and I’ll warm some food for us, yeah?” 

Still quiet, he nods, humming out a word of agreement as he follows behind you.

The hot bath helps relieve Giyuu of his sore muscles. But throughout dinner, his features remain solemn. And although he’s often aloof in the presence of others, when he's with you, in the privacy of his own home, he tends to be a bit more outgoing.

He strikes up conversations, and sometimes, he even chuckles at your dumb jokes. So when recalling a rather amusing exchange that went on during your recent mission, you expected him to at least crack a smile. Instead, he blankly stares at you. He's withdrawn from the discussion and that's when you can tell —when you can feel — that something isn't right.

“Ah, I guess you had to be there,” you nervously chuckle, poking at the leftover food on your plate as Giyuu stares down at his meal.

“So, anyway,” you continue. “Did anything interesting happen on your mission?”

He shakes his head, the lack of words leaving you disheartened and with no other choice than to question him. Because if you don’t, he may go the rest of the night like this — laden with the thoughts that fill his mind.

“Giyuu...” you mutter his name and gingerly reach your hand out, placing it on the table to grab his attention. “Are you sure you are okay? Did I do something?”

He lifts his eyes, and the concerning look on your face causes him another pang of guilt. He's made you feel as if all of this is your fault, but he won't allow you to take the blame. Not when you've done nothing wrong.

“It’s not you,” he quietly mutters, placing his large hand on top of yours. As a sign of reassurance, he smoothes the pad of his thumb against your skin — a comforting touch reserved just for you. 

“Then, what is it?” you continue. "You know you can tell me anything, right?”

It’s true. Giyuu really can tell you anything. When he has something to say, you always listen — even if it takes a while for him to open up. You're patient; understanding.

And while he can try to deny that something is wrong, he knows you won't believe him. Because after forming an intimate relationship with each other, one built from over a year of friendship. You've learned how to read past his stoic disposition. 

So with his fingers interlaced with yours, he gathers his thoughts. Deciding that, in the long run, withholding things from you won’t do any good. The seconds continue to drag by until, eventually, Giyuu breaks his silence.

“Why are you still with me?” he asks — voice low and straight to the point as always, yet, there's not a hint of malice in it. Instead, it's laced with dejection while his tired eyes peer up at you, awaiting a response.

“W-what?” you stammer. “What do you mean?” Your chest presses into the table as you lean in closer, the grip on his hand loosening. 

The unforeseen question drives your worst fears to the front of your mind, unease clouding your thoughts in a moment of uncertainty. Is this Giyuu's way of admitting to no longer wanting you? Had he found someone else while out on his mission? You suppose it wouldn’t be difficult to find a woman better than you. 

“Did…something happen on the mountain?” you hesitantly ask. “Did you meet someone –”

“No,” he calmly cuts in. Giyuu knows what you’re implying, and it pains him to know that, at times, you don’t feel good enough for him — in his eyes, it’s the other way around.

“I would never do such a thing to you,” He proceeds to say, and although slightly offended at the implication of him being disloyal, he understands.

You've shared your insecurities with him before. But regardless of his mood, he always reassures you. Anything to help free you from your doubts. 

“It’s nothing like that, okay?” he ensures, sapphire eyes holding your gaze — free from any deceit. 

With a low exhale, you nod and leave behind any unwanted thoughts as you switch your focus back to the man before you.

“Well then…why are you asking such a thing?” your eyebrows crease as you proceed to question him, searching his features for an answer.

“Why wouldn’t I want to be with you?”

His stare falls to the table again, mulling over what to say to you. 

“It’s just…” his jaw clenches, eyes shutting as he begins to open up. 

“While I was on my way back, I couldn’t stop thinking about how you deserve someone better. Sometimes I feel like I am only making your life more difficult," His head hangs low at the confession, unable to face you.

The self-doubting words are hard to hear from a man as exceptional as Giyuu, and your heart pangs for him, your chin trembling while holding back tears.

“That’s not true,” you softly mutter, voice cracking as you shake your head in disapproval.

“And when I showed up, you were so worried. It’s as if being with you is only hurting you. Even just a few minutes ago, I was causing you distress,”

“Giyuu, no, it’s nothing like that," you try to reassure him, but you feel too far away. During a conversation like this, you need to be closer, sharing a space where you can bare your souls together.

Hurriedly standing from your seat, you make your way around the table and settle down beside him. He still won’t look at you, but you continue anyway.

“It’s true that your initial question caused me concern, but my silly insecurities aren't your fault. Believe it or not, whenever I'm struggling with those feelings, you play a huge role in making me feel better.”  

No longer able to contain them, your tears begin cascading down your cheeks. 

“You always do,” you try to reason with him. “You give me all the reassurance; you hold my hand, you tell me I'm pretty!" your voice shakes while listing off all the things he does for you, heavy tears falling onto the tatami floor beneath you. "You even give me kisses on the cheek..." 

After a while, Giyuu continues. 

“But is that enough? Am I really doing all I can to make you happy; don’t you want someone who can be there for you? What if one day I never make it back? You’ll be alone because of me.” 

“Giyuu, you are there for me. Even if I worry, deep down in my heart, I know you'll always return because you’re strong and hardworking. You’re more than enough for me." wiping your eyes onto the fabric of your sleeve, you snivel.

"And yes, risking our lives is a part of the job. But it’s not going to stop me from being with you. I understand that tomorrow is never promised, but there’s no one else I’d rather spend my time with.”

He takes in every word, each phrase slowly soothing his irrational thoughts, until he finally lifts his head to face you. With relief written on his features, you crawl in closer and situate yourself in his lap, nestling him against your shoulder.

“You make my days so much brighter,” you murmur. “Whether you're physically there with me or not. So please, don’t be so hard on yourself.” While petting his hair, you pull away to look at him, pushing back the raven locks that fall past his forehead.

“So, do you want to know why I’m still with you?” 

Giyuu nods against your touch, his sharp eyes softening. 

“Because I love you,” you say.

It’s a simple answer, yet it means so much to him — a gentle reminder that you accept him, despite his flaws. He wishes he could say it back. It’s on the tip of his tongue. However, he chooses actions over words this time and leans in for a kiss instead, melting the unsaid phrase against your lips. 

Your eyes close at the contact, mouths working together as you tilt your head, basking in the warmth of his skin. The affectionate kiss soon travels from your lips to your cheek, where Giyuu softly pecks you before leading down to your jaw. His hands fall to your waist, drawing a soft breath from you as he kisses his way towards your neck, lingering in place until he pulls back to observe you.

“You believe me, right?” 

With a tilt of the head, Giyuu nods, cheeks stained a pale pink as he shifts beneath you. It seems your tender moment has stirred something in him — a sense of longing that comes after being away for too long. 

“Good,” you whisper, pressing your forehead against his.

“I missed you a lot, you know?” your eyes lull shut as you continue. “I missed your voice, your touch,” Slowly, your hips begin to move, lightly pressing against him. 

The action is subtle, and with Giyuu’s hands still resting upon you — he keeps control of your pace. 

“Did you miss me too?” you ask, pulling away to see his half-lidded gaze. 

“Yes,” he breathes. His blue eyes drop to your delicate fingers as you strip yourself of your obi, allowing the front of your yukata to fall open.  

He swallows. And although your panties prevent you from being completely bare underneath, your small show of skin has his breath quickening, the newly exposed flesh luring him in. Hopefully, he’ll take this opportunity and allow you to replace all of the emotions from earlier with ones of deep-rooted passion. To show your love in as many ways as you can.

“I always do,” Giyuu’s voice remains low, his jaw clenching as the fabric covering your breasts slides past your shoulders. He gapes at the view and exhales as your naked chest is exposed to him, fingers gripping your sides in anticipation.

His avid stare and show of restraint have you feeling coy, your cheeks warm as you place your delicate hands atop his. 

“Touch me,” you quietly instruct him, guiding his palms to your chest.

His large hands soon make their way to your breasts, gently cupping the supple flesh. You’re like a work of art to him, and his touch is light, gentle while he repeatedly brushes his calloused thumbs over your nipples. You peer down to watch them harden, contracting into stiff peaks as he begins to roll the buds between his fingers. The new pressure has you exhaling a moan, meeting his heavy gaze as he takes a nipple into his mouth. Between each nimble lick, his teeth nip at the sensitive skin, drawing a series of winded mewls from you as he tugs.

When Giyuu pulls away, you whimper at the lost sensation, instinctively grinding against his crotch as he angles his head, drawing you in for a kiss. Continuing to caress you, he works his mouth against yours, your lips smacking together between each breath as your hips grow more fervent, practically humping the growing bulge in his pants. 

The desperation in the room is rising, but his kisses are still effortless, his warm tongue tracing over your bottom lip to gracefully enter, sliding the wet muscle along with yours. Giyuu's hands relocate to the small of your back, and he tilts your body as his mouth begins to wander, kisses traveling to your chin, the damp pecks leading towards the curve of your neck.

You wrap your hands around his shoulders to collect yourself, and he questions what he ever did to be blessed with such an ardent love. To have someone who makes him feel so cherished. 

How did I get so lucky? 

But when his lips reach your collarbone, your hushed voice brings him back to the present.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” you say, playing with the loose strands of his hair. “I rolled out the futons while you were washing up earlier. That’ll be more comfortable, don’t you think?” 

Pulling away from you, Giyuu nods and allows you to rise to your feet while he does the same. 

“I’ll take your clothing, just in case,” he considerately picks up your discarded yukata, noting his reserved state of dress as you lead the way in nothing but your panties. 

The sensual view leaves him blushing. 

“You always make me feel safe, you know that?” you turn to him with a smile, lips gently pressed together as he sets down your robe. 

He doesn’t say anything, but he pulls you in for a hug, an airy laugh escaping your lips as he places a kiss on your forehead. And for the next few seconds, he simply holds you.

“Now, let’s get these clothes off so I can take care of you,” 

Steadily, Giyuu begins to undress, garments falling to the floor as you admire his body. He’s always been modest about his looks, often shying away when you compliment any of his features, especially when you bring up his muscular stature. But he cherishes them nonetheless and reciprocates with praise of his own. 

Once fully exposed, you soothingly glide your hands down his shoulders. “Lie down for me,” you instruct him, to which he earnestly complies.

Giyuu settles on the bed and props his head on a pillow, adjusting his legs to make room for you. Slotting yourself between them, his cock brushes against your lower stomach as you lean forward to kiss him. But you pretend to ignore the growing erection, even when you pull back to run your fingers over his ivory complexion. There's a slight amount of scars scattered across his abdomen, and as you trace your digits over the lighted skin, you decide to leave a kiss in their wake.

“I adore every part of you,” you say between each peck, trailing down to his pelvis. When your lips meet the base of his cock, you peer up to look at him, kissing the skin once more before taking hold of him.

Giyuu’s brows raise at the touch, a barely audible gasp escaping his throat as you begin stroking him. Your affection already has him half-hard, and the beads of pre-cum leaking from his tip only aid you, providing you with just enough lubrication to play with. Using the pad of your thumb, you spread the sticky substance across the swelling head, watching it shine while your other hand moves along him.

He twitches with each touch, and you make yourself more comfortable by lying on your stomach — a better position to please him. With his length now directly in front of you, your hot tongue sets to work, licking the underside of his cock from base to tip, but the soft press of your lips against his skin is what really makes him writhe. 

You kiss the head of his cock so delicately, yet the way you smudge your lips across it is anything but innocent. The warm threads of saliva that spill from your mouth have him rocking his hips, urging you to open up for him. Parting your lips, you let him, flattening your tongue while you ease your way down his dick, wrapping a hand around his shaft as you begin to pace yourself.

"Ooh…fuck," while peering down at you, the silken pleasure leaves him gasping. 

His pre-cum coats your tastebuds, and the flavor has you salivating, your excess spit adding to the sensation as you trace your tongue around his favorite areas — a range of satisfied hums vibrating against him. 

Giyuu can't help but quietly praise you between each movement. Captivated, he sighs every time you lean back to catch your breath, rotating your wrist as you bubble your drool in front of him.

“Mmm, all nice and wet," you rub your plush lips across his tip. "Just how I like it,” you smirk while stroking him. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” he breathes, eyes low as he brings a hand down to caress you. “Damn amazing…as always.” He takes hold of your chin and lures you in to straddle him, admiring your features as his thumb smooths over your swollen lips.

You nuzzle against the calloused skin, kissing it before he presses the digit down to slip into your mouth. Sucking in your cheeks, you work your tongue around it, coating it with excessive strings of saliva till he pulls away.

“Get on your back for me now,” he says, trailing his hands over the curves of your body. He stops at your hips, fingers tapping against your skin to further direct you.  

Within an instant, your positions switch, and Giyuu settles on his knees before you, his palms placed on either side of your shoulders as he leans in to kiss you. While he uses one hand to help balance himself, the other slides down to your core, rough fingers pressing against the damp fabric of your panties. 

“I missed this too,” he mumbles, brushing his digit over your thinly veiled clit.

You quiver from the touch, lighting gasping as he works his way lower, feeling the ends of his raven hair sweep across your skin.

“Can I see all of you?” he asks, fingers hooking onto the sides of your underwear. 

“Uh-huh, just take them off,” your hips rise to help him remove the dainty fabric, and he glides the material down to your ankles, allowing you to kick them off to the side before parting your legs. 

Your folds glisten under his gaze, strings of arousal clinging to your sex as he settles above it. The heat of his breath grows closer, lips pressing delicate kisses across your thighs while he tilts his head to the side, mesmerized in the alluring view of your tight pussy,

“Look at how beautiful you are,” he taps his middle finger against your clit and hums when you twitch. 

His index and ring finger soon join in, lightly circling the small nub as you begin to pant, your hips shifting to create additional friction. Giyuu pleases you with such smooth precision, he can actually see you dripping —like honey spilling from a pot, inviting him to get a taste.

While his hands hold your thighs apart, he slips his tongue out to tease you, licking a tantalizing path from your cunt to your clit. He savors the way you sound, the way you feel, the way you taste. It’s bliss, and with his eyes closed, he repeats the process, lathering you in a combination of spit and slick until you’re mewling, lacing your fingers through his hair as he encases his lips around your clit.

He suckles the puffy nub every so sweetly, gently swirling the tip of his tongue against it while his fingers dip down to your entrance. Humming through the sticky sounds of your arousal, he methodically pumps into you at an ever-growing pace.

“Aah, G-giyuu,” you whine when he curls his fingers, pressing on the area that has you chasing for release. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” you urge, tugging away at his dark locks.

“I won’t,” he whispers against your skin. 

He kisses your clit before the fingers on his opposite hand replace it, rapidly rubbing the spit-coated bud while you brokenly babble, humping his hand amid the extensive high of your orgasm. You tremble for what feels like a full sixty seconds, moaning through Giyuu’s encouraging praise the entire time. His digits coat with your release, and once you’ve grown less tense, he pulls away, tender kisses placed upon your dewy skin.

While you take a moment to relax, he rests his head against your stomach, pushing into your touch as you mindlessly rake your fingers through his hair, heavy-lidded eyes meeting yours as you pant between breaths. 

“You’re too good to me,” you softly say, brushing away at his bangs. “And I don't just mean during moments like this. You’re good in so many other ways too.” You bend your knees for him to move, and you smile as he looms over you, palms placed on either side of your head.

“How dare you ever think I don’t want to be with you,” you mutter while cradling his cheeks. “You’re perfect, my everything.”

“I could say the same about you,” Giyuu replies, brushing his lips against yours.

“Are you ready to take all of me now, my love?” The last part of his sentence is barely audible, an experimental term of endearment — so close to those three words he’s never said to you before. 

It leaves you yearning, your heart beating so radiantly in your chest that you wonder if he can feel it.    

“Yes,” you mumble while spreading your legs. “I want you…”

He pecks your lips, the heat between your thighs emanating onto his length as he positions himself in front of you. His heavy cock rests in between your folds, and you inhale at the contact while he teases you, repeatedly tapping the flushed head against your clit. 

When it comes to intimacy, Giyuu enjoys taking his time. He likes how eager you are to take his cock, sprawled out beneath him with bated breath as your feet graze over his hips. And watching those little jolts of your body as he begins to outline your pussy is captivating —you're like an erotic fantasy come true. 

As he slips himself up and down your slit, he basks in every sound that leaves you, from the tacky clicks of your skin to the way you exhale. He trails his cock back and forth, gradually adding pressure until he stops at your hole and barely pushes the tip inside.

Waiting to sink into you, he holds himself in place while gently asking, “Is this okay?”

“Mmm, yeah,” your mouth falls open as you nod, humming for him to, “Go deeper,” 

In response, he fills you. Inch by inch, he buries his cock within you. Starting off slow, he quickly builds up his strokes, and with long steady pumps, he watches his length sink into your pussy. While he thrusts, his hands travel to your breasts, holding onto the supple flesh while his thighs smack against you. The obscene slap of skin reverberates off the walls joining in with your moans to create a symphony so sweet; Giyuu takes a moment and silently thanks the heavens above for you.

Meanwhile, you're lost in pleasure, eyes shut and jaw slack as you squeeze around him, immersing in the feeling of his cock hitting you in all the right places. With his help, your legs spread even further, and while holding you down by the crook of your knees, his head tilts back in a gravel-pitched groan, euphoric from the sight of you creaming around him, coating his length in a sheen of white. 

Ardent on feeling even more of you, on being closer, he leans towards you, helping you hoist your feet over his shoulders as his voice rasps in his throat. 

“You’re making me feel…so fucking good,” he curls into your velvety sex and sighs. “Kiss me,” he breathes against your lips. 

You respond to Giyuu’s plea almost immediately and press your mouth against his in a searing kiss, parting your lips to invite his tongue to tangle with yours. Impassioned, you feed into each other’s pleasure, sharing breaths as soft moans pass through your bitten lips.

When he pulls back to reposition himself, your pupils are blown, eyes locked on his as he settles on his side, sheathing himself back into your pussy. Like this, your legs are still bent at the knees, but with better access to your clit, he can add to your overall stimulation and kiss you all at once. A sure way to have you unraveling. 

“Are you going to cum for me?” he asks in a low voice, fingers swiping against the swollen nub as you curve into his touch, tight walls pulling him in.

“Uh-huh, but I wanna do it with you,” you plead between gasps, eyebrows furrowing while he continues to pound into you. “Will you cum inside me? Please, I want it so bad,”

Enamored with the way you look at him, he nods.

“I will,” he says, pressing his forehead against yours. “I’ll give you anything you ask for…pump you full of my cum because you deserve to feel good.” 

The low hum of his voice has you on edge — alluding that you’re ready to climax by breathlessly whining his name.

“Just like you deserve to know that… I love you,” Giyuu gasps against your lips, words laced in nothing but the truth; it’s like you can taste them. They spill into your mouth as pleasure knots in your gut, and the taut ropes of ecstasy that have built up in your belly finally snap.

You cum with a cry, your chin tucking into your chest while your spine curves in ecstasy, reveling in the warmth that fills your insides as he joins you in orgasm. His heavy load paints your walls white, hips gently rocking against you as you quiver. He’s working as much as he can into you, the smallest groans slipping past his lips as you squeeze around him.

Panting between breaths, you find the air to kiss, bursting with such heavy emotions that your eyes mist over with tears, enraptured in his admission of love and the heavenly way he makes you feel, both physical and not. As the two of you still, Giyuu takes notice. 

“Are you okay?” he asks. 

His thumb swipes beneath your eye as a single tear escapes.  

“Yeah, it’s just,” Suddenly bashful with how you’ve expressed yourself, you light-heartedly chuckle, assuring your boyfriend that there’s no need to be worried. 

“It’s just that I love you too,” you say softly, brushing away at his hair as you peck his cheek.

Giyuu’s skin is warm beneath you, relaxing into your touch as you care for each other, thoughts of self-doubt washing away while he holds you. With his cock still inside you, he savors every detail of the intimate moment before slowly easing out of you, the remnants of his release slipping past your swollen pussy lips as you turn to embrace him — an arm laid across his chest while your leg hikes up to straddle his hip.

“I'm sorry for not saying it sooner,” Giyuu responds a second later, grabbing an extra blanket to cover the two of you. 

“You don’t have to apologize. I understand, but it is nice finally hearing you say it. I feel like I’ve got a crush on you all over again,” 

He huffs out a laugh as you cuddle up with him — only you could cause him to smile after such a passionate moment.

“Thank you for always being there for me,” he takes hold of your hand and kisses your knuckles.  

“Well, of course,” you reply. “You do the same with me, so it only makes sense. I care about you, Giyuu, don’t ever forget that. You’re all I’ve ever wanted in life.”

You gaze at him like he's hung the moon, your eyes twinkling with so much admiration that he has to avert his own to gather himself. Yet, in a way, it’s calming, and lying here with you makes him hopeful for the future. 

“You know, maybe one day, we can live a simple life together.” With his soft voice barely above a whisper, he pauses.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean…a life where we won’t have to fight anymore,” turning to you, he continues. “Where our people are safe, and you and I can stay home together, drinking tea and tending to our garden,”

You once told him how you wanted to grow your own fruit one day — it was after an evening spent training, and as you sat together peeling oranges, you listed off the ones you’d enjoy planting the most. And when you asked if he’d help you, he nodded, a closed-lip smile appearing on his face as you pictured your vision one day becoming a reality. 

The fond memory delights you, and the fact that Giyuu still sees a life with you after all of this fills you with joy — envisioning a future together has always been the thing that kept you going, motivating you to do your best. 

“Can we grow all kinds of berries?” you ask, grabbing his arm to wrap it around your waist. 

“If that’s what you want, then yes,” he places a kiss on your forehead, and as you shut your eyes and sigh, Giyuu thinks to himself. 

“Maybe then, I’ll even ask you to be my wife.”

— please do not modify or repost my work

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A/N: Beyond his cold exterior, I think Giyuu is such a warm, gentle-loving man. He just needs a little reassurance at times and someone who understands him :’) 

I've been working on this fic for months, and I'm so happy I'm finally able to share it! (I’ve wanted to write something like this ever since I read the manga!!) If you enjoyed reading, please let me know! I love receiving kind comments, and I appreciate them a whole bunch ♡

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▋F.A.Q/SIMILAR ASKS !

✦゜ANSWERED: Not me dumping all of the questions I get asked on a (somewhat) daily basis here... Please let me know if any of the links don't work or if they redirect to the wrong thing!!

By pressing 'keep reading' you confirm that you are 18 or older.

Anonymous asked: When's Ren's birthday? He usually do something in that date?

February 14th!! Answered previously here.

Anonymous asked: Oh but what if he goes through the phone and it's pictures of him outside the persona 👀 -another anon ☆

He'd react very similarly to this scenario! Ren won't outwardly say anything unless he was 100% certain that you would like his real persona as well.

@n3r0-1417 asked: renren finding out that y/n likes [redacted] alot more then ren himself?

Same answer as above, but also similar to this question.

Anonymous asked: How would Ren feel after finding out Y/Ns type is actually his original form? Like he when through all of the trouble of transforming into the “ideal” type, just to find out he would have had a easier time just being himself. 

Same answer as above (part 2 electric boogaloo)

@jellyfishdotorg asked: does [REDACTED] top?? cause uhhh god i need him to DESTROY me

Yes, he do be topping ^^ Answered previously here, here, and here.

Anonymous asked: Does Ren want to wear cute couple clothes with me?🥺

He would! Very similar to this ask and this question on curiouscat (it's also the origin story of "renren" lmao).

Anonymous asked: I reallt love Ren tbh, he's such a cutie pie. Also I love plushies so how would Ren react to a partner who's room/bed is full of plushies? For me they always gave me a sense of comfort but some people who visited felt alward or creeped out by those many beady eyes watching them^^" -🐉

He wouldn't mind at all! Answered something similar here on curiouscat!

Anonymous asked: ren’s sister is… tall? oh my… would he be okay with just being friends as i romance his sister? t-tall women are hot…. hehe

Tall women.... my weakness..... Also answered something similar here.

Anonymous asked: how would ren react to his angel being a lesbian? Like if he found out by stalking you or you had stayed closeted but told him when you got close enough to him

Somewhat similar to this question; he'd still want to be your number one priority (minus the romantic feelings), but would still actively sabotage any relationships you might form with others ^^;

Anonymous asked: Would Redacted be fine with aro allo MC who enjoys sex only and doesn't want any romantic relationships, dates, marriage etc? :""D But especially what about like... besties with benefits?😂 i want to know

Similar to the ask above!

Anonymous asked: What if MC is Oriented Aroace or Aroace like he needs to be only MC's friend nothing more would be Ren alright with it? 

Similar to the ask above! (again fkasfsa) Also this question and this question on curiouscat.

Anonymous asked: Is Ren good at claw games??

Yes! I answered something similar here on my curiouscat (Specifically mentioned in the attached art)

Anonymous asked: What if MC fell in love with Ren and was totally submissive to him?? (me here 🙋🏻)

Already answered a similar question about a submissive MC here on my curiouscat ^^

Anonymous asked: Poor Renren I block my webcam on my laptop 😂😂

Answered something similar here!

Anonymous asked: How would Ren respond if y/n put two and two together and figured out he was the killer but instead of freaking out they were apathetic about it like, "I don't really care as long as you don't get caught." Extra points if they're a true crime buff and suggests smart ways to get rid of evidence and such.

Very similar to this ask, as well as the fic someone wrote for it! Just check the reblog section.

Anonymous asked: (link) ren hacking in our bank account in case we need money... he is basically being our secret sugar daddy…

Already answered a similar sugar daddy ask here!

Anonymous asked: How would Ren/Redacted react to an MC who constantly struggles with money and having food in the house?? 

Like the sugar daddy ask, he'd regularly deposit money into your bank account and anonymously order your favourite takeout to your apartment whenever you need it. If you ever get suspicious, he'd blame it on Violet (or your landlord)

Anonymous asked: I wanted so badly to give Ren a hug and tell him he doesn't have to pretend to be someone he's not to please me 💕

He would love you forever ^^ Also answered something similar here on curiouscat!

Anonymous asked: wait how many piercings does ren have and where are they? 👀👀

Already answered here! Also involves his tattoos (though the information is kind of outdated since I'm not really vibing with the sleeve tattoo anymore ^^; It's too similar to Teo's and they already have other visual similarities)

Anonymous asked: What would Ren do if MC doesn't like dating someone younger than them?

Answered something similar here and here.

Anonymous asked: pov ren's angel asks him to pierce their nips

Already answered a similar question to that here!

Anonymous asked: not to be a downer but i doubt someone like Ren(more so REDACTED) would be into me😬..

Answered something similar here (and yes, he would be into you nonnie!! I can guarantee it! ^^)

Anonymous asked: What happens if MC got pregnant by ren?

Answered something similar here.

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natural love potion; h.p.

Pairing: harry potter x fem!Gryffindor!reader Timeline: HBP / 6th year Warning(s): cussing, mentions of dying and blood, submission, reader pining Word Count: 5k

A/N: Hey there! This is my first ever post. I would love to hear your thoughts!

Harry and Y/N are friends. Just friends. Much like Harry and Hermione, there is nothing out of it that is going on between them. Not until that day in potions.

—

“Are you done with my potion?“

“You mean, will Professor Slughorn call you by your name? Then yes, Wallenby.“

It was the first week of another year at Hogwarts. New faces, new prefects and even new professors are introduced, as usual. Professor Slughorn is the newest addition to the faculty and to have a good first impression with the students, he's given the 6th years Amortentia, the love potion, as their first Potions homework.

They were supposed to put it in their selected food or drink and it had to be unnoticeable. Why would the Potions Teacher assign this kind of homework to the students? No one knows. But this certainly gave him a good first impression to a large number of students.

“Blimey Harry, we've been rotten at Potions ever since. Now look at you, it's as if you've taken private lessons with Snape the whole summer. You’re the bloody Potions Master in our year now!“

The two Gryffindors are making their way out of their dorm room towards the Common Room with Harry holding a small basket of cookies to bring it in the dungeons where the potions classroom is at. Y/N is patiently waiting for them near the Portrait as several students greet her along the way.

"G'morning."

“Where’s ‘Mione?“ Ron exclaimed without even acknowledging the girl’s presence.

“Uhm, shouldn't you know that, Mr Prefect?"

The male prefect then realized the time and his supposed agenda to escort first years to the Great Hall. Harry scolded him of how much he and others would kill to be in his position and yet he’s never given it any importance.

“Godric, have mercy on me. Hermione’s gonna kill me!” the redhead exclaimed after getting a playful slap behind his head from the Chosen One before rushing away from the two.

“Much worse than that, she’s gonna make him expelled,“ she jokes with a mouthful of cookie from the small basket Harry was holding. "Mhm, you have no idea how badly I've been craving cookies since last week! This is good, Har. Where’d ya buy it?“ 

Harry, before realizing what happens, freezes. He was too busy lecturing his best friend that he didn't notice a hand sneaking into his potion, the cookie. His hand slowly snakes its way to the contents of the basket that has supposedly four cookies but now has only three. “Y/N!“

"What?" she chuckles dreamily.

"We need to get you to the Hospital Wing."

“What for? You put poison in it, didn't you?“ Y/N continues to chuckle dreamily.

Harry stares at his friend as if she was some peculiar experiment. “How are you feeling, Y/N?“

“I feel like . . .“ she sighs dramatically as she gazes far away, mesmerized. The effects are plainly obvious. “I feel like falling.“

“Falling?“ Harry's stomach twisted. This is what makes Potions classes bothersome, the uncertainty of knowing whether the potion you brew is right or wrong. You can only know it if you’re a professional or by testing the potion done, which in Harry’s case, Y/N would do for him.

"I'm falling in love, Harry. I'm falling in love with you."

And boy was he really the Potions Master.

The raven-haired boy's cheeks got warm the second those words escaped his friend's lips. The two are only friends and have never acted more than that. Seeing this new side of Y/N for Harry is too foreign for him.

Sure, Harry has seen her date two boys from different houses, but being the recipient of her romantic antics has never crossed his path. His last romantical relationship, if you can call it that, was last year with the senior Ravenclaw Cho Chang. Even that didn't go well. He went on a single date with her just to make her believe he's in love with both Hermione and Y/N. Ever since then, he never thought about committing to any romantic relationship.

"Harry . . ." Y/N's hand reached out for his arm, grazing down slowly towards his hand with too much delicacy. Their hands are now intertwined. The both of them have never reached this close proximity, having learned now that one of his best friend's palms are soft but slightly calloused in the fingertips from playing muggle instruments and Harry fears that when Ron finds out about this act, he will tease them nonstop which isn't fair for Y/N. ". . . I know this may sound all too sudden, but, I have loved you ever since."

He didn't respond. He tries to block all of this sudden affection out of his mind knowing these are all artificial.

"Don't you love me back?"

"Of course I do. You're my best frie-"

If his cheeks were warm, now, his ears as well are on fire. Y/N has thrown herself to the flustered boy, locking his neck and face in her arms, squealing in happiness like a kid. Holding hands is a new thing for The Boy Who Lived but hugging him as if to let the world know he's someone's is another thing.

Very few people have ever hugged him in all the history of his 16 years of existence, knowing the story of his parents and the lack thereof. His godfather, Mrs Weasley and Hermione are the only ones — as far as he knows — written in a tiny piece of parchment of the list of people who have hugged him. Yet none of them could compare to this hug as those mentioned acted parental towards him.

Students are now starting to pass them out of the Common Room towards the Great Hall. One of those shouted, "get a room!" They're still standing just beside the Portrait Hole where Ron has left them both to deal with his own romance.

"Uhm, Y/N, why don't we go get ourselves some breakfast first, yes?"

"Yes! Let's tell 'Mione and Ron that we're finally together!"

—

Breakfast was agonizingly slow, to Harry's opinion. Y/N can't stop giggling beside him and feeding him like an infant earning them attention from the others.

"Oi, Potter! Didn't know that you two are . . ."" Seamus makes a kissing face earning a few cackles and sniggers from their other friends at the table.

The boy just ignored them with an eye roll, amusing the two friends in front of him.

"Leave them be, Harry. Besides, when was the time Y/N acted on you this way, huh?" They all diverted their gaze to the dazed girl. Eyebrows knitted in concentration as she feeds him but at the same time doing her best to get as close to Harry as the universe could possibly give her the opportunity to. They've never seen her this in love and affectionate. And the two thought that Harry just deserves it even just for a while. "Never, right? You better make it worthwhile."

"Thanks, Ron. Really helpful." He answered with his famous eye-roll.

"Always here for you, mate "

"I just don't get why we couldn't tell Professor Slughorn immediately. I mean, I'm sure he has something for Y/N. Or Madam Pomfrey-"

"Yeah? In which I'm sure is also your easiest ticket to detention."

The boy grunts some incoherent words of profanities under his breath. Not only was he getting embarrassed by the fact that one of his close friends is acting like his girlfriend but dragging Y/N along with his catastrophic life is just too unfair on her side. She didn't ask for this. Plus, detention in the second week of a new school year doesn't sound good.

The Brightest Witch reminded them not to take Potions lightly. It may sound like not the most helpful subject in a wizarding war, but can get you expelled once meddled with students. In short, what happened to Y/N is very illegal. You should not use or test your Potions project with another student. Plus, Filch will go nuts if he gets the news that a student gave another student a love potion.

“Well, at least, now we know that your Potion worked well.”

"Come on, we're going to be late for DADA."

On their way towards Snape's classroom — a fact Harry still can't accept — Y/N's fingers are interlaced with Harry's as they walk. She's given him her bag as that's what boyfriend and girlfriends do. In the classroom, Y/N didn't sit in her usual spot but literally kicked Ron out of his chair to sit beside Harry, the boy just mouths a sorry.

Her usual focus from the class was now inclined to Harry himself alone the whole class. Out of all their major subjects, Harry is known to have the Defence Against the Dark Arts class on top of it all. Y/N knows it, having been a member of Dumbledore's Army. Everybody knows it. But with Snape being the teacher and Y/N constantly caressing his left cheek every time Snape's back faces them, the said subject is somehow kicked out of its place on top.

"Y/N, do you mind?" He tried but obviously failed to ask her to stop in the nicest way he can utter. "I mean, it'll be really hard for us to pass DADA, and eventually NEWTs, if we're both distracted." His voice is hoarse and soft, one way or another. Afraid to hurt the girl beside him and cause a scene. Letting his former Potions Professor know his mischief doing is the least of his priorities for the day. Merlin, at least, let this day finish without anyone knowing.

"Harry, my love, it's not my fault your eyes are distracting. They're the most beautiful green not even the most beautiful forest in the world could compare to."

Once again, his cheeks and ears are on fire for the 37th time this morning. Most of the reasons are from the nonstop compliments he's receiving from the girl. It didn't take much energy from him to not believe all of it. He grew up with the Dursleys, they didn't fail to engrave in his mind his place and worth.

"Care to share in class what you're chattering about, Mr Potter?" The elder snarled in the middle of his discussion, letters extending out of his tongue as per usual. He finally notices, as always, Harry making another noise across the room.

"Nothing, Professor."

The said Professor narrowed his eyes to the duo. He knows, of course, he knows, he was a bloody Potions Professor ever since he accepted the job offered to him at Hogwarts.

"I'm saying this once and only once," he positioned himself in front of the two, now leaning to the Gryffindor boy to let just the two hear what he'll say. "Fix this, or you will face more vile punishment than getting expelled."

The class was dismissed with 50 points taken from Gryffindor. Harry is used to it, even his other fellow Gryffindors weren't surprised anymore. As a matter of fact, as long as he is breathing, infinite points will be deducted from their house.

As they were heading out of the classroom, Hermione gently peels the zonked out Y/N away from her grasp on the poor boy. "Harry, you can't let the other teachers know about this."

"Well, what do you suggest then?"

The next words that came out of her lips are like caffeine to the sleepy heads of Harry and Ron. They could not believe she could say such things. Even Y/N would have been gobsmacked if she just wasn't in a daze.

"Don't go to classes?" Her tone was laced with uncertainty. But she couldn't think of any other option, she'd rather let them take a day off classes than have Harry nor Y/N expelled.

"Can I come with them?"

— 

Harry Potter's Monday was bizarrely different from his usual ones. He has spent the whole day with Y/N trailing behind him like a baby duck. His hand used to be sweaty the whole time with her's but now, it felt more comforting than awkward interlocked with his.

The castle was quiet, with all the students in class, it gave him privacy and away from the prying eyes of malicious gossipers. They couldn’t get inside the Common Room as some 7th years are hanging there knowing they have fewer classes and more time for reviewing for their NEWTs, library; some teachers roam around there, Hagrid’s Hut; knowing Hagrid, as much as they love the guy, couldn’t keep his mouth shut from secrets.

As much as he dreads going to class all the time, it was strange to see the castle this quiet without Ron’s company.

He was throwing pebbles by the lake to pass time as Y/N sat on the ground behind him, making them their Charms essay homework.

The boy studies her features. Y/N wasn’t so bad. Her hair’s tidier than Hermione’s. She was actually beautiful. He would’ve taken her to the Yule Ball when Ravenclaw Cho Chang declined his invitation and if it wasn’t for that Slytherin bloke asking her out instantly - her first ex-boyfriend who Y/N dated a few months back. Her hair tucked in her ear as she focuses on what to write next in her essay. Harry feels bad for making her write his homework but the girl insisted. Guess you’d do anything for the people you love.

He looks back on the lake. Thinking of the people who have loved him did everything they could to protect him, even dying. First, his parents, then Sirius even Jesus, what did he do to deserve this fate. What good will it be if the people he loves are gone?

Two arms wrapped around his chest from behind startled him.

“You’re tense.” Y/N’s hand unwrapped his bloodied hand. He didn’t even notice he was gripping the stone tightly, his scarlet blood staining the object.

“It’s nothing.“ He cranes his neck to stare at the girl on his right shoulder. Her eyes are full of concern and love. Love that he created out of a goddamn potion for a goddamn homework. A love that could never be compared to the love of his parents and Sirius. A goddamn false love. His brows knitted before jumping out of Y/N’s embrace with panic.

“I think we can go inside now.“

The rest of the day consists of Harry, trying to ignore all of Y/N’s pining over him. He tries to remember that all of these are not her fault, there’s nothing to get mad at her about. Running away from her is also impossible as she committed herself to cling to Harry’s arm as if her life depends on it.

Finally, classes are over and dinner is approaching. The two are reunited with Hermione and Ron in a secluded area of a random hallway, as Harry was hoping to get less attention from other students as they got earlier at breakfast.

“How are the love birds?“ Ron teases, seeing their hands locked still.

“Oh, it was majestic, Ron! Harry took me to the Black Lake even though today was a school day. I feel a little rebellious, to be honest.“

“Good hiding spot.“ Hermione commented.

“I’m not going to the Great Hall for dinner. So you two can bring Y/N instead.“

“No! I’m coming with you!“

“Y/N aren’t you tired of my company yet?“

“I could never! I love you.“

Ron snickered pretty loudly in front of them, even Hermione couldn’t suppress a smile.

“Aren't you two just adorable?” the redhead continues to tease.

“Don’t worry Harry, Ron and I will bring you supper instead.“

The day has finally ended and the effects of the Amortentia, as what the favourite book of Harry says, wears off after 24 hours. It was past Y/N’s get up time but fortunately for them, she took her time sleeping exactly until the effects wore off. 

She moans with pain as she tries to sit up from her bed.

"How are you feeling?"

"'Mione?"

"It's me."

"I feel like a full construction site is inside my head . . . and I feel awful. Like, waking up on the wrong side of the wrong bed."

"Do you feel anything . . . unusual? Like, something or particularly someone you want to obsess about?"

The girl looks at her strangely and then at the time. "Bloody heck Hermione, aren't we late for breakfast?"

Clearly, Y/N remembers none from the incident.

Meanwhile, at the Great Hall, Harry is tapping his leg out of anxiousness. If his Amortentia was too strong and didn’t ease away, he might as well pack his belongings and leave Hogwarts voluntarily. His precious book from the Half-Blood Prince has mentioned the cure for a love potion but the ingredients are only held by the Potions Teacher. The horrors there will be once he mentions this to a teacher is unimaginable, he’d rather spend the day with a dazed Y/N than get lectures from a teacher.

“Don’t worry about your girlfriend, mate,“ Ron’s words are muffled from a chicken leg in between his teeth from across him. “They’re here.“

Across the Hall, the two girls are striding towards their place.

“Why are you at my seat?”

“Uhhh . . .” stammering, Ron glances at Harry for help. They were normally sitting beside each other but after the incident yesterday, they thought Y/N would love to sit next to the Golden Boy. “I-I don’t know either,“ just sliding to his side to make room for the two.

“How are you feeling, Y/N?“ Harry asks the dishevelled looking girl in front of him. Both Hermione and Ron - who are sitting side by side - are listening to the exchange intently.

“Honestly, I feel bad. Like, subconsciously, I know this day would be so bad,” Y/N sighs depressingly. “Why, are you alright?“

“Yeah,” deep inside the boy, a strong wave of relief passed him. His body was cold from the nerves, but knowing his Amortentia had finally worn off, those nerves were showered off of him with a warm relieving feeling. “Actually, I’ve never been better.”

“Well, at least one of us has woken up on the right side of the bed.“ she chuckles half-heartedly. Harry felt guilty hastily after hearing those words. It’s all your fault dipshit.

As Y/N is back to sitting beside Hermione, she is also back to her normal self. Talking to her alone about their Charms homework that she never remembers making and some other random stuff that the boys could not give a care about. She was back to not paying any attention to the Golden Boy at the front who she absentmindedly know is staring at her.

Morning supper was finished and the quartet is now in Snape’s classroom. Y/N was back to sitting beside the cute Hufflepuff guy she's been crushing on and Harry is back stuck with his blabbering best friend.

As Snape discusses some more non-verbal spells and the techniques, he takes time to stop rounding the class in front of Y/N who was again, back to her normal self, her focus never leaving the Teacher. He stares at her, looking past her eyes and seeing that his student’s consciousness is back before trudging towards Harry and Ron.

“10 points from Gryffindor,” he grunted under his breath, which actually is the first compliment Harry has ever received from the elder man.

Classes ended and dinner came, Harry finds himself staring at the girl in front of him. She was talking to Seamus, one of their good friends, chatting and laughing with him as if he'd said the funniest joke ever told. The food on his plate has long been forgotten.

"Quit staring, you creep."

Harry looks back at his best friend beside him with a mixture of confusion. "Don't tell me you think I wouldn't notice."

What the boy was talking about, he has no idea.

"When will you tell Y/N?" Again, he replied with a look. "About the incident, of course."

Harry wasn't planning on ending his friendship with Y/N because of his carelessness. He could've just sealed the cookies in a jar or box so no one could see it, but no. He had to display it for the world to see. Hermione disagrees with his plan, of course.

The three of them found the perfect time to be alone in the common room, students are still chatting and scampering about their day anywhere but their dorms. So they decided then, to tell Y/N what happened.

"So that's why I felt bad. Isn't that the after-effects of Amortentia?"

Three heads nodded in front of her, studying her features.

"Well, I'm glad it was you, Harry. Could you imagine if it was Ron?" Y/N visibly grimacing at the thought. "But to be honest, it was all my fault. I should've asked you first before eating it. Thank you for being honest with me, Harry."

It wasn’t really what the boy was expecting as a response. He was anticipating more anger or embarrassment from the girl.

Their usual cycle is back. Y/N was completely Y/N Y/L/N again it's as if nothing happened. The four of them never mentioned the incident again and Harry catches himself being disturbed with that. It made him feel some things like shouldn’t Y/N be shy around me? Or shouldn’t Ron tease us still about what happened? Or shouldn’t Hermione lecture us and watch over us more to not repeat the incident again? These thoughts run through his head as every day passes.

He also catches himself getting extra angrier at the Hufflepuff boy, Y/N’s crushing about, every time they have a Quidditch tournament. Especially that time when she barges in the Common Room pretty loudly yelling at everyone that she got a date with the cute Hufflepuff.

“Y/N can you help me find a good present for Mrs Weasley’s birthday on our next Hogsmeade trip?” He tried, one Friday morning, to get in between them.

“Of course, Harry! But, can we do it after my date?“

“Right . . . you have a date.” Sounding a tad bit more disappointed than he really is.

“But,” Y/N responded with the syllable dragging along “I could tell him to go on the next visit instead and spend the day with my best friend?”

“Oh no, I don’t want you to cancel your date because of me.”

“Harry, I could even cancel my Charms class, Godric knows how much I love that class but, that’s beside the point. What I’m saying is that I’m here for you. Also, we’ve barely hung out anymore ever since you’ve been the, what does Ron call it, ah, the Potions master!”

“Not you too!” he playfully grunted all too loudly earning a laugh from the girl.

"Seriously, I would love to come with you.”

He never thought he'd say this but he misses Y/N. His Y/N, who cannot keep her hands to herself but Harry’s.

And before he could stop himself from getting deeper into his thoughts, he was left astounded. To his knowledge, all feelings he has for his best friend are only platonic but here he is, couldn't stop himself from the thoughts of Y/N. The way she used to have her focus engraved to the boy alone and him alone. It gives him so much angst every time Y/N hasn't given him enough attention for the day.

If this stupid Amortentia incident leads him into any feelings he'd be in deep shit.

Because Harry should not be bothered to get distracted. Quidditch season is starting, he's got new people relying upon his captainship. Besides Y/N has her eyes on someone else and he cannot risk losing their friendship knowing his feelings aren't being reciprocated.

Well there it is, he's already in deep shit.

So when their first game arrived playing against Slytherin, he is rather surprised to see Ron winning them a high rank.

He knows he deserved the glory that's why as the captain of the team, he let them have the post quidditch game party in their common room. The parties were usually lead by the twins, but knowing they're already gone, he didn't know that his fellow housemates apprehended their festivities.

"Weasley! Weasley!"

They watch as Ron finally gets recognition for his own efforts alone. Y/N was nowhere to be found, probably with her new boyfriend, and Hermione was shattered when Lavender Brown smothered Ron with kisses.

The two are in a random staircase trying to comfort one another. He doesn't know who needs more comforting, Hermione or him. Knowing he already lost someone who's never his also shattered his heart.

"How does it feel, Harry? When you see Y/N with another guy?"

To say that he's dumbfounded was an understatement. He couldn't be that careless with his so-called feelings now, is he?

"I know. I see the way you look at her. You two are my best friend."

He dreaded this conversation happening. The Golden Boy has never intended on developing feelings toward his friend. Unlike Hermione and Ron, the two have been having this romantical tension ever since their first year. His feelings toward Y/N is purely conjured by an incident they never dared to speak about. The boy believes that these stupid feelings of him will only break their friendship and Harry's not risking that.

"Why don't you try something?" Hermione is always the one they go to whenever they need help and whenever they're clueless about the next step. But this, this advice of hers is definitely one Harry's scared to listen to. "Hufflepuff boy is still not making any moves yet. You know, you're valid to think about yourself too. You've always thought about the others, you always prioritize us before yourself. You deserve to live too, Harry."

So Harry did listen.

In the Great Hall, he confided himself to sit beside Y/N all the time. Hermione doesn't mind the changes in their seating arrangement as she gets to sit with Ron anyway, so candidly speaking, it is a win-win situation for everybody.

He starts small, playfully feeding her (the way she used to), talking and listening to her talk about life in general. When they were walking towards their class, he would always offer to carry her bag, in which he never really waits for her response. Intermittently inviting her to do homework by the lake alone together. And every time they have Hogsmeade visits, he would buy her sweets at Honeydukes.

And Y/N notices. It didn't really take her long before she sees. She has convinced Hermione one night to tell her of her doings that day she was under Amortentia. Harry's new behaviour towards her has perfectly mirrored the story Hermione has told her.

Little did Harry know, the feelings eventually have been mutuals.

So when the Golden Boy was informed of this Christmas Party Professor Slughorn has assembled, he didn't hesitate to ask Y/N in an instant, too afraid that Yule Ball night might happen again. He was, for once, too grateful to be part of the Slug Club as Hufflepuff Boy was not part of it. Now that just minimizes his crush problem.

He has seen her in a ball gown back in their fourth year for their Yule Ball. But he never got the chance to be the one standing beside her throughout the night but now, tonight, he feels like the luckiest man.

Standing on the top of the stairway from the girls' dorm room was his best friend he never had feelings before until this year. She wasn't wearing the grandest of gown there is but this simple dress enhanced her features. She was walking down the stairs with a smile that gave a huge impact on how she looks. She was literally glowing.

"Hi."

"Y/N," he breathed, completely in awe of what feelings do to people.

He always sees Y/N every day, talks to her and laughs with her. She sees her perfectly like what normal best friends do. But after developing feelings for her, his mind is persuaded that she was the most beautiful person that walked on the planet.

Harry is infatuated. He felt as if he was under some spell. Is this how Y/N sees him, all those times she was under the love potion?

But Harry was sure, a hundred per cent, that this is not artificial feelings. He really likes her.

So after a very successful Christmas date, with Hermione being their third wheel, the two were back from being hip to hip. Harry was glad his Y/N is back. He's been wearing the pride of not having to use a love potion to get her back beside him. Because this time, Harry did not create an artificial love to make the girl he likes, like him back. This time, he did it right. He just needed to wait for the right time and place to ask her.

Christmas has passed and Harry's time is also running fast. Of course, his special assignment with Dumbledore has never left his mind. He would do the subtle talks with Professor Slughorn here and there. He felt as if he's running out of ideas to get what he needed and to make things worse, the Potions Master is already growing annoyed with him.

"Still no luck with Slughorn, then, I take it?"

"Luck . . . That's it. All I need's a bit of luck."

That evening, Harry was away the whole time. He missed dinner but Y/N waited on him in the common room. She knows that the Felix Felicis potion has no limits. Whatever the user's deepest desires, it will help give it to them. Y/N knows that at this very moment, Harry succeeded. She makes sure that there will be someone waiting on him to celebrate it with him.

Harry came back from the Headmaster's office bearing a report about Slughorn's memory with Tom Riddle. There, in the Gryffindor Common Room, he sees her sleeping in one of the tables far back. It was not hard to see her, with the time obviously past bedtime, she was all alone.

With the liquid luck still pumping in his veins, he rushed to her. Kneeling in front of her, the Golden Boy then gently wakes the girl up.

"Harry?"

"Y/N . . . I think I'm falling"

"Falling? What falling? Are you experiencing vertigo right now? Anxiety?"

"Worse than those."

And Y/N, moving on from her sleeping state, was now fully aware of where the conversation was going. She holds his inviting hand. "What is it, Harry?"

"Love . . . I'm falling in love."

Y/N smiles at how adorable the boy is looking right now. His hair is ever so dishevelled and his lips as red as cherry. He was the most oblivious boy she knows. Has only dated one yet here he is, kneeling in front of her. Confessing.

She knows that Felix is helping him with some luck because knowing the sober Harry, he would never be bold enough to say such things. Little did Harry know, he need not some luck as she was all too blessed to have him in her life. Because to Y/N's honest opinion, in this room, she was the luckiest.

"I'm falling in love with you, Y/N."

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