#took me way too long to make this hope it makes sense and ppl enjoy it <33 i really think its like my magnum opus or some shit

[the-acid-pear]

Deltarune Theory: Spamton, The Player & Freedom

As some of you might know by my occassional ramblings and the fact that i post 10 pics of the guy per day bc of my 100+ queue I've been a little unwell about Spamton and Deltarune as a whole lately, and recently while trying to ramble about a different topic I realized something:

I think we, the player, the soul, are a bigger part of this game that we are giving credit for.

After all, what are some of the main themes of Deltarune? Lack of freedom, lack of control, how your choices don't matter... And if we look on a smaller scale, if we look at characters like Kris and Spamton you can also add to the mix a certain level of disconnect with your own body, but maybe i'm going too off topic there... (maybe?)

This is to say, don't you think these things apply quite well to the soul, to us, too? Sure, we control Kris, but Kris is free of ripping us out temporarily and often adds their own input to the things we ask them to say (and even says things on their own), not to mention how they get around to avoid doing what we asked or avoid revealing certain information to us.

On top of that, there's our vessel. The body we were meant to have and freely use, that was, in theory, discarded. And i think this is very imporant because many pick up on Kris being trapped with us, but not as much on us being trapped with KRIS. What we have is an uneassy alliance, a sort of symbiotic relationship, we need one another to exist. But we still aren't free.

And this is where Spamton comes in, our EV3RY BUDDY 'S FAVORITE [[Number 1 Rated Salesman1997]] and number 1 freedom yearning puppet, who offers us the highly valued [Hyperlink Blocked] which he believes will carry one to freedom and such.

And it is true that freedom is something Kris might want, but don't forget Kris isn't the only one in control of their body. We too are the ones going straight back to that salesman and doing his little quest.

And this is even more true in the Weird Route, the route where we strip all control from Kris AND Noelle to the point she can only hear us talking, and it's the route where Spamton says at the end "IT’S YOU AND THAT [Hochi Mama]! YOU’VE BEEN [making], HAVEN’T YOU! YOU’VE BEEN MAKING [Hyperlink Blocked]!".

And if you, like me, believe the meaning of [Hyperlink Blocked] is LOVE, then this would make a lot of sense, after all, what were some of the biggest complaints people had about chapter 1 when it released?

Lack of multiple routes, namely a genocide one, and lack of control.

And Toby Fox, being the monkey paw ass guy he is, obligued to the fans request. You want control? You want murder? Okay, there you go.

Not only that, but the weird route is the only one where Spamton never learns Kris' name, only called them kid, making the fact that Kris has nothing to do with our insane rampage even more explicit.

And on top of everything, Spamton was right. We did in fact gain control and a certain level of freedom thanks to this, our choices, the player choices, now REALLY mattered. And the consequences were devastating, hell, even Spamton died here.

So, with all this said, I think my point has become clear. I think our role in the story is very significant, and it even perfectly ties with the themes and the existing characters.

Very excited to see this develop further as more chapters come out 😁

[witchywcmans]

TOO SWEET. | LAIOS TOUDEN

synopsis ━━ after accepting his new title, your moments alone with laios start to become a rarity. it was hard for him to find time, making him long for the days in the dungeon with you. and now, the kisses between you two were quick and desperate, until one night...when a very tired laios just can't seem to ignore you. (laios x f!reader.)

content warnings ━━ cunnilingus + fingering, praise, size kink, reader on top, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating, yearning + sexual tension, laios and reader haven't boinked in a bit, monster facts as dirty talk ofc, confession, mentions of dubious consent in 5th paragraph (from when the winged lion switched into laios's body). nsfw (minors + ageless blogs dni).

word count ━━ 5.4k

song inspiration ━━ howl, florence + the machine / oil & water, pvris / love story, taylor swift

author's note ━━ THIS ONE-SHOT CONTAINS MANGA SPOILERS FOR THE ENDING OF DUNGEON MESHI! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! okay, part 3 (and final part) of my laios series is here! like the other parts, this could be read as a standalone, if you want. my plan for part 3 was to make it vague in case ppl who haven’t read the manga want to read it, but that kinda went out the window. I highly encourage everyone to read the manga if you want more of the story, it gets so interesting! I'm a SUCKER for a knight x ruler ship, so that's what you're getting in this!! I've enjoyed writing this little connected series so much and it really pushed me to start writing reader one-shots! if it hadn't been for all the ppl in the dungeon meshi fandom who read my work, I probably wouldn't have started this. this anime + manga has become one of my absolute favorites!! I hope you guys enjoy this! ps: don't worry, I will be writing more laios in the future 😉

🪽 part i: PLEASE, EAT. / part ii: FORBIDDEN FRUIT. / part iii: TOO SWEET.

After what felt like years, all was right in the world when the Island’s dungeon was destroyed and the Golden Kingdom finally rose from the sea. You had gotten to know Laios – in more ways than one – throughout your journey inside the dungeon, which had left you terrified at some points, especially when you almost lost him. But it hadn’t surprised you when the people had declared him King of a land that was thought to have been perished 1000 years ago. With everything he sacrificed, Laios – the devour of monsters, the destroyer of demons – was the only right person to rule.

With the help of Marcille, Senshi, Chilchuck, and even more friends met along the way, Laios was advised thoroughly as he undertook the stresses of establishing the Golden Kingdom once again. He had to deal with villager problems, instituting the economy, and keeping an eye on the monsters that took residence in surrounding lands. He watched them from his bedroom window on the farthest tower of the castle, admiring the beasts that warded off any threats to the kingdom. But his passion had become the production and preservation of food throughout his land, specifically in regards to magic and monsters. He made sure not one person in the Golden Kingdom went hungry, even if it killed him someday.

Most days were spent researching with his advisors or sitting in the throne room, listening to villagers' pleas for more building materials, better water, or whatever else they came up with that day. Laios made sure to listen to every ask, but he had to admit – just talking to people was exhausting. He never regretted his decision to become King, but sometimes … he longed for the days in the dungeons, tearing into whatever monster they cooked up that night, fighting alongside you, holding your hand or kissing you … tasting you.

Like your former party members, you had taken up residence in the castle as Laios’s chief knight and sworn protector. It made sense, given the fact that you had saved him with your crossbow on several occasions in the dungeon. You frequented by his side, except when he was in his own chambers. You led him to meetings, walked with him through the streets of the kingdom, protected him if any threats arose. Ever since you took up this mantle, your moments alone together had become rare. There had been one night: after Laios was safe and sound in the walls of the castle … that you shared his bed with him, tears streaming down your face because you had been so worried for him, but it didn’t matter anymore now that he was safe, and healing, and pounding into you so hard that it left you both gasping for air. Besides that, the only encounters you had alone were fleeting, consisting of swift, passionate kisses and rough squeezes in dark corners. You two hadn’t been intimate in any sense of the word since … well, since the Winged Lion was defeated. 

Just the memory of the demon made you shiver. You remembered when the Wing Lion had switched into Laios’s body and granted his true desire to become a monster. Before trying to escape the dungeon, he had tried fooling all the party members that he really was Laios and he almost fooled you. You recalled the way he had tried to kiss you – probably devouring your own desires right from your mouth – and how his hands so eagerly tried to slip underneath your skirt, finding you already aching and ready for your lover, just needing to be touched after being so distraught over Laios’s wellbeing. But you recognized the foreign contact from a mile away, and you had pushed him back, screaming at the Winged Lion to bring back your Laios.

You shook yourself out of the memory as you walked Laios back to his bed chambers that night. His stomach was full from dinner, but he was also worn out from a long day of meeting with his advisors. Marcille had really chewed into him about something today, but you weren’t sure of the reason. Holding open the door to his room for him, you caught his tired, lingering gaze before he disappeared inside. You swallowed hard, stationing yourself outside his door, your fingers on the handle of your sword. Nights like these were hard. They were lonely. It was just you out here, manning the King’s chambers, with nothing but the memory of his mouth between your legs or his groans echoing in your ears. 

His half-lidded eyes tonight had you reeling, squeezing your thighs together as you tried to forget about how much you wanted him. It had been almost two weeks since he last kissed you. And that kiss had been quick, desperate, two people colliding in the small, unlit closet used by the maids.

Your hand enclosed around the hilt of your sword, and you nodded at two other guards walking past. If you kept losing yourself to daydreams like this, there was no way you’d be focused enough to protect Laios from an immediate threat. That’s what mattered after all: the King’s protection … the King’s protection … the King. Surely, it wasn’t wise to be so entranced with the new King of the Golden Kingdom as his sworn sword. And again, you understood why you were picked. But it was nights like this where you really wished you had just been … his lover. Hell, you’d even survive with just being a lady of the court if it meant no more secret meetings in closets.

You could’ve dwelled on this predicament for hours, if the door to the Laios’s chambers wasn’t opening.

You turned immediately, your hand on the hilt of your sword going tight. But it was just Laios, leaning against the open door and rubbing at his tired eyes. He had shed his fancy clothes for a nightshirt and loose-fitting drawers. His hair had grown a bit longer, and he refused to cut it out of spite. The way it was sticking out right now, pushed back slightly by his hand … you swore you could feel your knees buckling.

“Your Grace?” You greeted, remaining professional, until you saw that look in his eyes again. That tired, lingering gaze. Full of want, and care, and desperation for another body against his.

His eyes crinkled, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at your call. “Please, do not feel the need to call me that at this hour.” He then held out his hand, beckoning you closer.

Swallowing hard, your eyes flicker down the barren hallway before taking his hand, letting him lead you inside his bed chambers. This was the moment you’d been waiting for so long. His movements were calculated, deliberate, as he slowly shut the large door. You unhooked your belt and scabbard, setting them by the door. As you turned to him, he was already in front of you, helping you take off your armor. His fingers were slow, not in a hurry, as he fiddled with the metal fasteners. He struggled with some clasps, muttering under his breath, and you laughed softly. Each piece was set delicately on the ground, and then he was lifting off your chainmail as if it weighed nothing. You sometimes wondered how you were able to walk around with such heavy material every day since taking up this mantle.

Finally, you were left in nothing but your clothes beneath the armor: a loose red tunic and suede trousers. The relaxed nature in his eyes vanished, replaced by an intense hunger, mirroring the stance of a wolf. Laios was rushing towards you, pushing you against the wall, and pressing his mouth onto yours. You matched his desire tenfold, winding your hands into his hair as you kissed each other with desperation. His fingers fisted into the sides of your shirt, pulling you against him, while his tongue prodded into your mouth. He groaned immediately. All this time without tasting just a bit of you had him weak in the knees. He’d never go this long without kissing you ever again.

“It’s been weeks,” he muttered between kisses. Gone was the monster-obsessed adventurer who saved you from turning into a sea serpent. He’d been replaced by a King who yearned for your touch the second he saw you every morning.

“Since we last kissed,” you corrected as he pressed your back even further into the cold, stone wall. His lips broke away from yours, leaving a trail of spit connecting you two. You exhaled, “It’s been months since we were alone for longer than two minutes.”

“I know,” he sighed, now nuzzling his cheek against yours, “and I’m sorry. All I want to do is go back to the dungeon … with you. It’s just … there’s no time, and I’m so tired.” His mouth then dragged to the shell of your ear, and you shivered when his hot breath ghosted over the side of your face. “But the way you looked tonight at dinner … I don’t know … it was the way the wine made your face red … no matter how tired I was, I had to have you tonight. I missed you so much.”

You were sure that your cheeks had to be as flushed now as they were at dinner. Just his kiss alone had you wet, already wrapped around his finger. “I missed you too, Laios.”

He hardly gave you a second to continue before he was kneeling in front of you. He couldn’t wait; there was this fierce longing in his eyes that only you could cure. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your trousers as he muttered, “I need to taste you.”

Despite his desperation, he did take a moment to admire how soaked your underwear was, how he had always been the one to cause this. You looked down at him and he looked up at you. With long, expert fingers, Laios tugged your underwear down along with your trousers. Your pussy was absolutely dripping, like a goddamn faucet. A whine escaped his lips, hungry for a taste, and he spread your folds just slightly to see the wetness gather. There were just about a thousand monster dishes he enjoyed, but nothing – absolutely nothing – compared to how delicious you were.

Laios didn’t even give you time to step out of your pants and underwear. He was grasping your hips and burying his face between your legs, pushing you right back against the wall. You choked on a moan, even though you both knew you had to be quiet, but you just couldn’t help yourself. He placed one of your legs on his shoulder to give him better access, and when he finally got the first few drops of you on his tongue, he damn near started crying.

You were exquisite. You were too sweet. Sweet like Dryad fruit.

Grinding your hips against his tongue, you whined out his name and realized how badly you had needed him in this way for weeks. Your hands found purchase in his hair, tugging his face deeper into your pussy. He lapped at you, absolutely ravenous, groaning when more slick entered his mouth. His lips wrapped around your clit and sucked harshly. His fingers dug into your hip, surely bruising you, while his other hand wrapped around your leg and pushed them even further apart. 

“Missed the way you tasted,” he muttered before flicking your clit with his tongue. “I could do this for hours.”

You let out a shuddering breath, already hazy from his touch. “Why don’t you then?”

“I want to,” he chuckled, all awkward and blushing. Just the sight of him looking up at you with those pretty eyes while licking a stripe up your pussy had you gasping. “Tomorrow. I promise. I just need to be inside you tonight.”

His promise for tomorrow had your heart fluttering. You both were going to make time again, but he also had more plans for you tonight. This wasn’t going to be just two minutes in a closet. Thinking of him stretching your walls with his girth, pushing into you after all these weeks of yearning for him, of touching yourself whenever you could because you just missed him so much … it all made you start to buck your hips against his tongue again. You knew how much he loved that. You physically felt him smile against you, sucking on your clit once again as he prodded one finger inside your tight warmth.

Your eyes rolled back once he found your g-spot, curling his finger and beginning to pump in and out. “Fuck, Laios, I –”

“Needed this so badly,” he confessed, swirling his tongue around your increasingly swollen clit. His cock was straining against his drawers, precum seeping through the thin fabric, but he wanted you to cum on his tongue first. It’s all he’d been dreaming about. “Needed you.”

“I needed you too,” you whispered, and then felt him add a second finger inside of you. You bit the side of your hand, muffling your moan. “So good – fuck. Doing so good, Laios –”

Your body was starting to shake, your walls clenching around his fingers. Laios was relishing in your taste, teasing your clit in the most delicious way. You were so, so close and he needed this so much and so did you and before you knew it, you were crying out into your hand again. Your pussy went tight as his fingers curled into your g-spot and you came all over his waiting tongue. Laios whimpered when he finally tasted your release, pushing his face as much as he could into your pussy, almost suffocating himself. He licked at you, making sure he got every last drop, and when your hips finally stilled, he pulled his fingers out of you with a wet pop and lapped at the excess.

Sweat ran down your brow as you settled against the wall, trying to calm your breathing. When you opened your eyes, Laios was getting to his feet and towering over you. His hand clasped around your jaw and gave you another bruising kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. It was like he was trying to devour you, to mold both of you into one so you could be together forever.

Carrying you over to the bed, he set you down on top of the blankets and finally tugged your pants and underwear from your ankles. You laughed together when he realized that he had gotten so excited he forgot to rid you of these. "Sorry," he said, setting them down in a pile.

You couldn't help but smile when you noticed the blush on his cheeks. "Missed me that much, huh?"

His face went even more pink. "Stop embarrassing me when I'm trying to seduce you."

He pulled his nightshirt over his head, and before his fingers could grasp the hem of your tunic, you were pinning him with the brute strength he forgot you acquired in the dungeon. "You don't have to do much to seduce me, Laios," you whispered in his ear, making him shudder.

Now underneath you, you straddled Laios's lap, feeling how hard he was in his drawers. He looked up at you in shock, like you were an offering from the Gods, as you lifted your tunic off and dropped it to the floor. His breathing stilled, watching the way your breasts heaved, and his cock was practically begging for release. 

You leaned down, pressing your mouth to his throat, placing sloppy kisses on areas that made his breath hitch. This was the new King of the Golden Kingdom under you, trembling from just your lips on his skin. He was wrapped around your finger just as much as you were wrapped around his. Dragging your lips down, you kissed his chest before finally swirling your tongue around one of his nipples. Laios muttered expletives under his breath as you wrapped your lips around his nipple, pinching his other one. His whole body was becoming tense underneath you, his straining erection poking against your backside, but you kept teasing him.

At the end of the day, you were always there for your King.

Once both his nipples were taut and wet from your expert tongue, you leaned back up to his face and kissed the corner of his mouth. He watched you with half-lidded eyes, cupping your face so tenderly. “Laios, I just want to be extra sure. Do you want to …?” Your question hung heavy between you two, but recognition flashed in Laios’s eyes. You nuzzled the side of his face and added, “I know you’re tired. I don’t want to keep you up if you’re that exhausted.”

“I’ve been thinking about this – about you – for weeks,” he said, his eyes filled with need. “I want this. I want you.”

You stared at him, absolutely melting at the sight of that dopey grin on his face once again, the one you loved so, so much. Now you were blushing, unable to not giggle when you saw that grin. You traced the curve of his mouth with your finger, and he bit down on the top of it unexpectedly, making you both laugh. This is why you loved Laios: everything was so easy with him.

Wait, love. Is that was this was? The burning feeling in your chest whenever he was near. The way you couldn’t help but smile whenever he did, or how you always laughed along with him. The natural disposition to protect him, whether it be from demons or people. The way you could so easily melt under his touch, under his kiss. It had always been there, staring you right in the face … love.

Feeling your heart beat rapidly in your chest, you finally moved so he could push down his drawers, and his hard cock sprang free. Precum leaked from the blushing red tip, dripping down his shaft and onto his stomach. You adored how pretty his cock was, how easily he could stretch you out with his girth. He liked the way you looked at it now, how you praised him. It took a couple of times, but he eventually stopped being embarrassed about his size around you. He still liked to give you monster facts as he fucked you sometimes – as a treat.

Laios’s hands settled on your hips as you lifted yourself, positioning yourself above his cock. You wrapped your hand around his shaft to get the perfect angle, smearing his precum and making him hiss. “Did … did you know,” he said, voice strangled, “the maximum speed of a Red Dragon is approximately – oh, fuck – 60 kilometers per hour?”

“Mhmm …” You hummed, finally lowering yourself with his help, sinking down onto his cock slowly. Once he slipped a few inches inside your warm, wet walls, you both gasped. You placed your free hand on his chest and encouraged, “Tell me more, Laios.”

“Gods …” He breathed out, feeling your body quiver above him. “I … uh – fuck … people have theorized that changelings – shit – use their ability to change living things in order to propagate their species – fuck, almost there –”

You both let out a breath of relief once he was finally seated inside you. Laios sat up, tugging you more against him, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. You stayed there for a moment, adjusting to his size once again, clinging to him as he kissed your cheek and murmured how you took him so well. You’d probably never get used to how big he was, but he filled you so nicely, so completely. After making sure you were comfortable, Laios decided to take the reins and began moving you on his cock. You whimpered after the first pass, and he had to grip your hips so tightly just to stop himself from going overboard, wanting to make this last just a little while longer. Each roll of your hips had you mewling as his cock curved inside you, brushing your spongy g-spot. His fingers dug into your skin, rocking you back and forth, grinding your already oversensitive clit against his pelvis. 

Burying your face into his neck, you let him start to bounce you on his cock. He groaned, feeling himself throb inside your tight heat. Everything about you was perfect: from the way you fit him inside of you so nicely to the way you whined against his skin, begging for more. He was thoroughly obsessed with you. It was a miracle that it took him so long to initiate with you after the Golden Kingdom had risen. He found himself thinking about your touch, about your taste, more often than not. And the way you smiled at him, your laughter sounding like wind chimes in a busy street market … he knew how deep his feelings went, farther than he expected. He was the King but you were the one who brought him to his knees every time.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he groaned, biting and sucking on the side of your neck. “You always feel so good … so warm …”

He started thrusting up into you when his arms got a little tired, and you let him simply take control. There was so little control he had in his life now, especially since he was being watched almost all the time, so you’d give him this – you’d give him you. And gods, did it feel good to just melt into him, to not be his sworn sword, just for a little while. Right now, you two were just lovers, desperate to soothe each other’s ache.

The expansive bedroom was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and moans echoing off the ceiling. Your arousal oozed out with each roll of your hips, dripping onto the lavish blankets befit for a King. But neither of you seemed to give a damn as his nails created crescent shapes in your hips, and you squeezed around him so much that he choked on a whimper. With your face nuzzling the crook of his neck, you carded your fingers into his hair, pulling slightly and eliciting another sound from him.

“Did you also know,” he began in a strained tone, “fuck – wargs have no fear of monsters larger than themselves – please, fuck – not even … not even dragons?”

“Are we still doing that?” You snorted, lifting your head from his neck.

He laughed along with you, and now you both were looking into each other’s eyes as he thrust up into you, hitting the best spots. He leaned down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, moaning at the way you squirmed. His tongue moved to lick up the valley between your breasts, almost animalistic, before his mouth was grazing yours and his eyes were burning into you like melted gold. You clung onto him tighter, your chest flush against him, and you knew then that this wasn’t just fucking anymore. Laios was making love to you and you were making love to him and – fuck, he was going to make you cum so hard to make up for the past few weeks.

You were creating an absolute mess on top of him, just a blabbering heap of moans and whines, eyes locked on his as you rode him into oblivion. “I’m gonna cum,” you mewled, unable to keep your voice level. Your fingers tugged on his hair again, and he responded by downright slamming you up and down his thick cock.

“I know. It’s okay. I know.” One of his hands left your hip to reach in between your bodies, where you both were linked, and two fingers began to circle your clit. You hissed, back arching even more into him. Your vow to be quiet long forgotten as he teased your ache. “That’s it … there you go.”

Laios knew his strength, and it was certainly showing it off tonight. He was rocking your hips on his cock – so close to release – while rubbing your clit in tight circles. His sweet nothings in your ear had you crying out his name, and after a few more messy passes, you were cumming around him. You were shaking like fresh mandrake in his arms. Your walls squeezed him so tight that it only took one more thrust up into you before he was emptying himself into you. He came with a lewd groan, his hands falling to his sides and leaving you to bounce yourself on his cock through his release. Eventually, when the wave after wave of pleasure settled between you both, you slumped against him and breathed heavily. And he just held you, burying his face in your neck and licking at the bites he left on your bruised skin.

When you lifted your head to kiss him, he surprised you by rolling you onto your back, his soft cock slipping out and leaving you feeling empty. He kneeled at the end of the bed and spread your legs wide open, letting your combined releases spill out. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, and the anguish in his tone stunned you. “It’s been weeks, and I just … I need you.”

As soon as the word, “Please,” left your lips, he was diving in again, spreading your folds with two fingers. He licked a long stripe through your pussy, gathering your releases on his tongue. He didn’t care that he was tasting his own cum; all he wanted was this – you. He lapped at you, still starving for your taste, and the way he had you cumming again was slow, calculated. Laios edged you, teetering you on the brink of release, before his hunger got the best of him. And when you came again on his tongue, it felt long and relaxing, like a weight had been lifted off you. Warmth seeped from your aching pussy and onto his tongue. He drank his fill, relishing in your sweetness.

Laios rose back on the bed, curling against your side like a tamed dire wolf. His arms slotted against you, pulling your naked front against his once again. His hand lifted to your cheek, pushing strands of hair behind your ear. Your noses brushed against each other, and he finally kissed you, slowly and passionately. There was no desperation left in him. It was replaced by the steady rhythm of his heart next to yours. 

“I love you, Laios,” you blurted in the softest voice you could muster. Once you realized what you said, you didn’t dare open your eyes to see his reaction. You simply felt him, his lips hovering just over yours, and then he hummed.

“I love you too,” he whispered, and your eyes opened to watch him. That dazed grin appeared once again, making your insides twist and your cheeks tinged pink.

Laios practically giggled and pecked your lips just to soothe your nerves. “I’m not sure how to handle you like this,” he joked, finally making you laugh with him. “Usually, you’re the one making me nervous.”

“I just …” You shook your head. “I was afraid you wouldn’t say it back.”

“I thought it was obvious that I’ve been in love with you since we first met,” he said in that straightforward tone of his. His thumbs brushed over your cheekbones and he smiled. “Seems like I’m cooler than I thought.”

You chuckled, hitting his chest and making him fall back onto the bed. You were sitting up slightly, propping your elbow and resting your chin in your hand. Laios was looking up at you like you put the stars in the sky. Both of you knew, instinctively, that a King being intimate with his sworn protector was typically frowned upon. Neither of you truly cared, but the opinions of his people had to matter. He was a new King after all, and every move of his would be scrutinized. Which left him with one option.

Lacing his fingers with yours, he said, “We should get married.”

Your brow furrowed. “That seems a little rash.”

It was your gut instinct to deflect, to push him away, even when you scooted yourself closer to him. But you couldn’t deny that this had been in the back of your mind, shoved in the dark corners when you thought it might be too crazy of an idea. The first time it popped into your brain was when you saw Laios’s monster form lying helpless on the ground. His body was deteriorating, blood seeping out from every crevice of the three-headed creature. The Winged Lion had been defeated, but you couldn’t stop the wail that erupted from your mouth as you took in Laios’s monster body, reeking of death and despair. You remembered running from from the tower, taking one of the heads in your arms, and crying, your tears soaking the fur. 

But then you and Marcille found him amongst the trees of the island, where Falin’s body had been frozen and resting against a boulder. From the moment his eyes met yours, you had no doubt that this was your Laios. And he was okay. He was tired, but he was okay. You didn’t think you could shed any more tears, but then you were running towards him, wrapping your arms around him, and he was burying his face in your neck and – gods, that had to be when you knew. With the relief flooding through you and his arms embracing you … you knew then that you wanted to be with him forever. You didn’t want to see him in harm’s way ever again. You would kill – again and again – for him. You would be by his side as long as he would have you. You loved him. You wanted him. Forever.

Laios snorted, bringing you out of the memory. “Rash? After how long we’ve known each other?” His tone grew serious. “I trust you with my life. That’s why I named you my sword. But I don’t want to go weeks without you ever again. I love you – I’m in love with you – and I know that I don’t want anyone else by my side.” He squeezed your fingers in his own. “I want to marry you. And then, we can be together freely with you as my Queen and sword sword.” He then paused, thinking. “We can do that, right?”

You laughed. “You’re the King. You can make your own rules, but …” Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip for a moment as you mulled over his words. “Are you sure you want to marry me?”

“I’ve never been more certain about anything.” He then tapped his chin, feigning curiosity. “Unless you want me to marry Marcille? It would certainly be a loveless marriage, but she can be friendly when she isn’t advising me.”

Shaking you head, you flicked his arm. “Not sure if your sister would appreciate that. Or Marcille, for that matter.” Not even magic could force those two apart. They would love each other until the end of time.

Your eyes narrowed now. “Are you actually proposing to me without a ring, Your Grace?”

The formality made him cringe, but then his face relaxed as he stared up at you, taking in your beauty. You were the most beautiful like this, vulnerable and bare with your hair jutting out at every angle and your lips swollen from kissing him. But he’d reckon you were beautiful in every light. He couldn’t help but also think back to when you found him by Falin’s crystalized form, how it felt to just hold you again after such an egregious fight. Your warmth had seeped into him, reminding him of home. You were home. And that was when he knew, too, that he wanted to be bound to you. 

Laios brought your joined hands to his lips, kissing each of your knuckles. “Once the sun rises, you will get a proper proposal. I’ve always been a man of my word, haven’t I?”

And that he was. Because the moment you stirred awake the next morning, still sleeping in his bed, you opened your eyes to find Laios, King of Golden Kingdom, kneeling at your bedside. He held out a ring to you, eagerly awaiting your response. Once your eyes adjusted to the light and you saw his golden doe eyes, his big grin, you wrapped your arms around his neck. Of course, you said, Yes.

[somber-sapphic]

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Everything's Just Fine

You get sick and Emily is away with the team on a case. You were frustrated that you weren't able to help, so instead of resting you decided to do all of the paperwork that you could find. A great decision, right?

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You sniffled and rubbed your bleary eyes, trying to focus on the pile of paperwork you were trying desperately to get through. Hotch had deemed you ‘too sick’ to go with them on the case, but he wasn’t there, leaving you to your own devices. You’d helped solve it by working through Garcia, who you had threatened into silence (in reality, you’d begged her to let you help and flashed the best puppy dog eyes you had) and your team would be home in three hours. 

Penelope had agreed to stay silent, but only if you drank the gallons of tea she shoved down your throat. You were sure that she’d laced it with some sort of medication, so you just pretended to drink. It wasn’t that you didn’t appreciate her attempts to coddle you, it was just that you didn’t want her to see you so vulnerable. You didn’t want anyone to see you like this, it was embarrassing. 

Your nose was running practically nonstop, your chest ached, you couldn’t stop shivering and every five seconds was filled with painful coughs or gross, wet sneezes. Every cough and sneeze tore through your already sore throat, making it feel like you had swallowed glass. The pressure in your sinuses made it feel like your head was about to burst. There was a good chance that the next fit of coughing would send your brain exploding out of your buzzing ears. 

“Sweetie, that really doesn't sound good.” Penelope said, startling you after a particularly rough coughing fit that brought up a wad of mucus and left you seeing stars. You swallowed hard, a little disgusted with yourself, and forced a little smile onto your dry, cracked lips. Judging by her raised eyebrow, she didn’t believe whatever you were about to say next. 

“I’m fine Garcia, just a little cold. Plus, they’ll be back soon.” You rasped, not realizing just how far gone your voice was until you had started to speak. It was a minor miracle that you had even gotten those two sentences out. You sniffed hard and coughed, turning your head into your elbow to avoid spreading your germs all over the innocent tech analyst. 

“Uh-uh, no way. Come on, come lay in my office for a little while. I’ve got everything nice and cozy for when Reid has a migraine, it’ll be much nicer than sitting out here in the cold.” The blonde coaxed, her voice like butter. She was lulling you into a false sense of security, smiling kindly and offering you a space in her Batcave. 

All you wanted to do was curl up and let out all of your stupid pent up emotions, you wanted to cry into the plethora of pillows that you knew she had and just fall asleep to escape all of the pain raging through your body. Every movement sent needles of agony through your bones, even your eyes hurt. You had forgotten that fevers could do that to a person. 

“I’m almost done here, I’ll put my head down when I finish.” You ducked into your elbow with a barely stifled sneeze and lifted your head with flushed cheeks. This whole thing was humiliating, no one was supposed to see you sick. You weren’t supposed to be sick. You were a fucking FBI agent, FBI agent’s didn’t succumb to simple colds.

Penelope frowned and reached out to touch your cheek, rolling her eyes slightly when you slapped her hand away. 

“I’m telling Emily. How do you think she’ll feel about all of this?” She gestured to your sickly appearance as if she hadn’t just threatened you as one would a toddler. You clenched your jaw, but parted your lips when you realized that your nose was too stuffed to breathe, and decided to just glare at her instead. 

“Penelope Garcia. I am not a toddler, you are not my mother, you are not my girlfriend and my physical wellbeing is none of your fucking business. Leave. Me. Alone.” The hurt expression that flashed across her face made you feel guilty, but you just wanted her to go away. Everything about this was wrong, her being able to see you at your weakest point was ever worse. 

“Alright, I’m going back to my office. Come find me if you need anything.” She murmured, bowing her head in understanding. You looked away, resurfacing to meet her gaze, you knew that if she said one more nice thing you’d probably break down. It would be so easy to just start crying. Or it would be if you had enough fluids left in your body to cry out.  

Sniffling back tears you went back to your work, the words blurring through your tears and the general haze that came from what had to be a fever over 102 degrees. You could practically see the look on Emily’s face when she’d come back, the disappointment and concern written in the worry lines across her forehead. She worried too much, especially about you. 

You scribbled your name at the bottom of the page inquiring about who was interrogated, accidentally scrawling your signature into the place where Hotch was supposed to sign. That was it. You were done. That was the straw that broke the exhausted, sick, miserable camel's back. You were absolutely done.

==

You stumbled up the stairs and into the first office you could find, intending to fall onto the couch where you would sleep until your girlfriend got home. She would be so disappointed in you. You made it halfway into what you assumed in your hazy mind was JJ’s office before falling to the floor, too dizzy to stay upright anymore. 

Part of you thought to call out for Garcia as you lay on the uncomfortable tile, your cheek pressed on the rug. The world went black with one final gasping cough as you slipped into unconsciousness. That was nicer than being awake with the pain. 

Unfortunately, unconsciousness was not exactly better. It was uncomfortable, too hot, sometimes too cold, like someone had dunked you in an ice bath which was then set on fire. Your disturbing, terrifying fever dreams were interrupted by a distant sound and the feather light touch of a hand on your shoulder. Both felt a mile away, but they saved you from the nightmares of being drowned in an icy ocean with no one to hear your screams. 

“Y/n! Fuck, EMLIY! Get in here!” You clung to the voice, whimpering as you struggled to pull yourself out of the void. She must’ve noticed your struggle because the owner of the voice combed fingers through your hair, coaxing you into the real world. 

“Hey, hey you. Can you open your eyes?” Sudden panic flooded over you and you shoved yourself away, ignoring the stars brewing in your eyes. For a moment you were pretty sure that you’d throw up, but you managed to curl yourself into the corner, cowering away from the touch. 

Your breaths were harsh and painful, they probably sounded that way to the blonde as well. The world was blurring around you and standing wasn’t probably the best idea, but you were already halfway to your feet. 

“Woah, Y/n,” JJ rushed toward you, raising her arms as you swayed, prepared to catch you. You pulled away again, trying to force out some semblance of words. 

“Go!” You yelped, tears filling your eyes. Everything was spinning, the woman’s face warping and bending in your vision. Something slammed and you looked up to find another blurry faced woman rushing into the room, wearing the same expression. 

“Y/L/N!” The second woman, Emily, barked, making you freeze. In different circumstances that tone would’ve sparked a flutter in your chest, but this was just scary. She raced to your side and grabbed your elbows, managing to keep you upright. You sniffled and met her chocolate brown eyes, searching for anything that could be construed as anger or unhappiness. All you saw was loving concern. 

“Shit, you’re burning up. Honey, why?” The brunette breathed, cupping your cheeks with strong, soft hands. You whimpered in response, doing everything you could not to just fall into her arms. 

“C-can you make t-the room stop s-spinning?” You managed, stumbling forward until your head bounced against her shoulder. Emily wrapped an arm around your waist and helped you over to the couch, murmuring gentle words that you couldn’t quite make out. Everything was fuzzy, you weren’t sure how much longer you could stay conscious. 

You didn’t realize you were crying until you were sitting up against her and she was brushing the tears off of your cheeks. You didn’t fully understand what was happening, but you knew that she was holding you, providing you with the love that you had so desperately needed. 

“Morgan, we’re going to need some help getting her to the car.” Emily murmured, stroking your hair as you leaned against her chest. Part of you was a bit concerned, the deal was no displays of romantic affection at work and here she was, holding you close, cuddling you like she would at home. This was bad. You were going to get fired. 

You pushed her away, little whimpers building in your throat. You slid back onto the floor, confusion and anxiety flowing through your mind. She was by your side in an instant, grabbing your hands as she tried to fix whatever was happening in your mind. 

“No, no no. No, They’ll be mad. They’ll be so mad.” You shook your head and pulled back, a harsh cough wracking your body. Your lungs were beginning to sound like crinkling wax paper, worrying everyone. 

“Come on honey, please get off the floor. No ones mad, we just want to help.” She soothed, inching back so as not to startle you further. Not even you understood the back and forth of your mind, it was scary just how many things were happening and all you wanted was to be somewhere dark and quiet. 

“Everything hurts…make it stop, please make it stop.” You begged, covering your ears, hiding from everything. It was odd, you were just so damn overwhelmed. 

“Okay sweetie, alright. Breathe for me. It’s all going to be okay. Does it hurt when I do this?” She asked gently, probing at your arm. You had apparently bruised it when you’d fallen and it had quickly turned a dark purplish black color. You nodded slightly, removing yourself from your shell so that you could talk to her. 

“We’re going to get you home and all cozy, but you’ve got to trust me. Will you let me?” Morgan and Hotch were in the room now, with Rossi hovering in the doorway. Penelope was attached to Morgan's arm, a panicked expression on her face. This was all because of you. It was both humiliating beyond belief and…almost wholesome? 

“M’kay.” You finally whispered, your voice basically gone at this point. She gave you a small, caring smile and pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

“Can Morgan carry you?” You were too tired to even consider fighting it. You wanted to be home and if that's what it took, that's what it took. Emily moved to the side and the man stepped forward, nearly blocking your view of her. 

“Don’t leave me!” You yelped, grabbing for her hand. You refused to be away from her, no fucking way would she leave you alone again, it wasn’t happening. She clasped your fingers in hers and shushed you softly. 

“I’m right here, he’s just going to pick you up and everything will be okay.” She was being so understanding, so wonderful. You loved her so damn much. You nodded again and allowed Morgan to hoist you into a bridal carry, your head falling on his chest; you were just too physically weak to hold it up anymore. 

“Shit, Princess, your fever’s really high. Emily, you’ve gotta get that down.” He said, concern radiating in his words. She nodded quickly, still holding onto your hand. You glanced at Hotch as Morgan carried you out, disappointment shining in his eyes. Garcia looked mildly betrayed and you hated that you’d made her feel that way. You opened your mouth to say something, but she shut you up with a shake of her head. 

“Just get better, lovely. I’ll be by with some soup and Disney movies tomorrow.” You smiled at her, your eyes slipping closed as exhaustion took over. You heard a murmur of ‘goodbyes’ and ‘feel better soons’ as you were whisked away by your friend and girlfriend, falling asleep with your head bouncing against Morgan’s chest. 

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When you woke up you were laying in your own bed, Emily grumbling softly as she tried to peel the sweat covered clothes off of your body. You whined softly at the touch, curling away from her icy hands. You sniffled thickly and pulled your knees to your chest, well aware that you were no longer wearing a shirt. 

“Look who's up.” The brunette cooed, reaching up to stroke your fevered cheek. You squirmed again, utterly unhappy with how much being touched hurt you. All you wanted was cuddles from the woman you loved but her gentle touch caused you so much pain. 

“My skin hurts.” You rasped, giving her a watery pout. Tears were rolling down your cheeks again, for what felt like the 10th time that day you were crying. You hated it, you hated your damn body and you wanted a hug. 

“Okay love, we can get that taken care of. If you sit up for me I can get some medicine in you and get something much more comfortable on.” She smiled, tucking a strand of hair back behind your ear. You shrugged, fully intending not to do anything. She rolled her eyes at your uncooperative behavior and lifted you into a sitting position, making you yelp in pain. She reared back at your pained sound, concern flooding her expression. 

“I can’t it, it hurts too much!” You sobbed, wrapping your arms around your knees and pulling them to your chest. You held that position for probably fifteen minutes until you finally managed to cry yourself out and looked back up at Emily who had a broken expression on her face. 

“How do I help?” She whispered, sounding as desperate as you felt. Your beautiful strong girlfriend was breaking just because you felt sick. You took a shaky, chest squeezing breath and forced yourself to calm down. 

“Um…will y-you help me change…and then maybe hold me?” The profiler gave you a kind smile and nodded, reaching out to stroke your cheek again. This time it didn’t hurt so much, the contact actually felt quite nice. 

It took a bit longer than either of you expected to get you changed, you were practically incapable of moving any of your limbs, meaning that she had to do all of the work. She did it without complaint, checking in every few moments to make sure that she wasn’t hurting you. 

“Okay baby, take this really fast and we’ll get you some sleep.” You didn’t fight when she handed you the cap of blue medicine, well aware that the Nyquil and fever would take you out in minutes. The goop tasted absolutely awful, so bad that even with your poor sense of taste and smell it burned the back of your throat. 

You coughed heavily into your blanket, a sound which made Emily’s face contort in worry. She patted your back as you hacked, helping you to release some of the mucus from your lungs. 

“We’re going to the doctor tomorrow if that doesn’t sound better.” She determined after a few minutes of listening to your exhaustive breathing. You nodded in agreement, well aware that the cough was worse than it should be for a simple cold or mild flu. 

“Stay with me until I fall asleep?” You asked, your body sagging as the medication sunk in. Emily slipped into the bed beside you, sitting a few feet away so as not to invade your personal space in a way that you weren't comfortable with. You hesitated a moment and looked over, feeling suddenly shy. 

“Um…will you hold me? Maybe? P-please…” She smiled kindly and pulled you into her arms, cradling your head against her chest as the two of you snuggled under the covers. You stifled a sneeze, but she just made a worried sound and kissed the top of your head 

“Don’t worry about that. Just sleep, okay? I’m right here, you’re safe. I’ve got you.” You sniffled quietly and grabbed the fabric of her shirt, grateful for her saying that. Fevers always made you edgy, but she had this way of fixing it every single time. She was your rock. She never failed to make you feel better, even at your worst times. 

“Love you Em.” You mumbled, your words slurred by sleep. 

“I love you too Y/n/n. Now hush, sleeping time.” Never one to disobey an order from your girlfriend, you closed your eyes, falling into a warm void of unconsciousness in the arms of the woman you were in love with.

[12v31]

HELLO you can call me ryuk (s/h),i bring to you my little taerin, 24 years old bartender @ daemon with super strength. you'll find her bio (a bit long sry) and some plot ideas under the cut. (ill eventually have more detailled pages for her some time soon...) hit the like button if you're interested in plotting and i'll come to you! or you can save me from a sh*d*wb*n and send one first... :')

about taerin

an only child, taerin was born into a well off family, with one parent a doctor and the other a lawyer working for the aeternals (her father's words, not hers). financially, all was good they never struggled, but when it came to parenting that was well… things were more challenging. see the duracell bunny? that was her, big ball of energy unable to stay still for more than five minutes, her attention always shifting from one thing to another.

from an early age, her parents enrolled her in every sport and extracurricular activity they could find, realizing that keeping her occupied was the only way to channel her hyperactivity (aka have some peace). ballet, soccer, gymnastics, swimming—taerin tried her hand at everything, but none really held her interest for more than a month or two. she'd learn the basics and get bored… that was until she tried kickboxing.

it was love at first punch ig? she was only 9 and entering the ring was the only thing that had her eyes light up. a month, two months, six, a year.. by the age of 12, while her friends were worrying about homework, taerin had already mapped out her future— she wanted to become a professional boxer, and nothing else mattered. surprisingly, her parents found themselves supporting her dream, their girl had finally found something she enjoyed! but that didn’t stop them from worrying about yet another thing, her powers.

for both her parents whose powers had manifested at an early age, taerin's were taking their sweet time, to the point where they began to lose hope. meanwhile, taerin couldnt care less tbh powers or not, she already knew how her life was gonna unfold

that was until they manifested, two years later during a fight. she still remembers it vividly, the look on her opponent’s face as they flew across the ring, breaking the ropes and crashing into the wall behind.

it wasn’t a competition, just a pre-selection match, but after that incident, taerin was ruled out of any future competition. her enhanced strength was deemed too much of an advantage, making it unfair to the others which made sense but yeah.. her dream of going pro had been shattered.

after that? well..it was despresso ahah.. she had no other choice but to return to her studies, forcing herself to endure a few more years. she struggled but ultimately ended up graduating high school. then she was OUT! tho obv this time her parents did not support that decision

their relationship deteriorated from that moment. her parents threatened to cut her off if she didn't stick to her studies, but stubborn as ever, she refused to listen and instead, decided to leave home. from working at pc bangs and restaurants to hotels and bars, she took on job after job to provide for herself.

personality

ngl shes a bit of a tsun she does want to build friendships shes just not good at it. she still struggles to control her power so she lowkey avoids people, not wanting to accidentally hurt them the way she did before. shes v serious about her work tho, v professional dont try to mess w her job. taerin's a tough one to crack but once u do, u wont regret it.

some v basic likes n dislikes 👍 she enjoys video games, esp combat ones, working out, spicy food, beer, strawberry milk, vanilla ice cream 👎 hot weather, sparkling water, needles, loud chewing

plots

roommates yall cant hide she has 4 of them!! neighbours who complain about the noise sry not her fault if she accidentally slams doors and breaks furniture.. ppl she went to highschool w, friends she made at the club either before or after her powers manifested, some emotional support wouldve been nice lol, regulars at the bar, people she's met at her past jobs, flings, one or two past relationships? i have an idea for a minor ability that could manifest in the near future (kinda like small quakes n stuff) so if youd like ur muse to be involved lmk! frieenddsss enemies im up for anything tbh lets brainstorm!!

[fishshapedbun]

about Romantic Killer (BIG SPOILERS)

ok i just finished watching Romantic Killer and it's so good wtf????????? the plot developed so much better than i was expecting at first?????? Anzu is such a good character and such a good friend????? so i need to ramble about it bare with me for a moment

the show is hilarious and i love how exaggerated the funny expressions are, but it also has some rly serious part damn im legit impressed (Anzu and Kazuki's first hug kinda got me tearing up ngl)

each of the characters is slowly developed so well. like damn. Kazuki's story is specially detailed and it caught me by surprise when they showed the flashbacks of the first episodes after we found out why he became so distant and conscious of people and everything made so much sense. and he felt so realistic in the way he reacted, his struggle to open up and every single time he started feeling anxious and panicking in public was so well done (and i wanted to take him away from the crowd and pat his head every time ugh T_T). i was just slightly dissapointed that right on the last episode he admited that he started crushing on Anzu bc after the entire season of them just being an amazing duo of friends i was so hopeful we would finally get a 'love interest' turned only best friend (bc lets admit its not like she doesnt already have enough ppl interested in her without Kazuki being one of them too). bc i was enjoying headcanoning him as aroace as i was watching :') oh well. maybe if it ends up not having a s2 i can pretend he realized he wasnt in love and he just loves her platonically a lot! if they dont give me the aroace boy i will rip it from their cold dead hands! :D

and i loved the plot twist on how Junta was actually her true childhood friend all along and she took so long to realize... his feelings were totally real awwwww and he is really a sweetheart, i like the childhood friend trope! buuuut i gotta admit im just living for the huge crush Makoto clearly has on Junta. boyo isn't hiding it very well. that scene when Makoto holds Saki's hand and takes her away from the triggering situation? that was gay x lesbian solidarity right there !

and Saki OH MY GOD SAKI. the episode focused on showing how the two of them became friends and how important Anzu is to her and the way she has always defended her and what Saki went through oh god... her story was so realistic and seeing her reaction seeing that stupid ass ex was such a realistic depiction of a kind of trauma like that. she's such a good character im so happy they developed her so well and didnt make her just an irrelevant school friend character!!! (also she's a lesbian i am not taking criticism- /hj)

i need to mention how Anzu is absolutely bisexual btw. her reaction to meeting Kazuki's sister? she literally straight up said "i'll fall for her" c'mon

and Riri!!! omg!!!! little genderfluid chaos gremlin!!!!!!!! i was so so happy that not only Anzu girbossed her way to getting them out of their punishment but she got them to permanently live on the human world AND officially made them one of the love interests??? ULTIMATE GIRLBOSS MOVE Anzu i love you so much dear. so ngl i lowkey would like seeing Anzu end up with Riri/Rio the most ksjefhskdjf badass girl x genderfluid gremlin??? so much potential cmon they literally were punished for breaking magic rules bc they care too much about Anzu that's so fucking cute skjfhsdf

and Hijiri!!!!! from a little annoying rich bastard to a little just slightly annoying tsundere rich baby!!! i really like that he's interested in her and all but ultimately he's just there working and helping her out a lot like he becomes genuinely a great friend??

so yeah. as one can tell from the immense number of written words here i have liked this anime quite a lot. binged it in a day, all at once, no regrets. i'll be happy if there's a 2nd season if it is as good as this 1st one, bc this was amazing! so glad i decided to give it a chance <3 there's even more things i could talk about here but i dont wanna write a novel chapter of a post so i'll stop here LMAO

but really, if you're into comedy, romance and some nice character development, you won't regret giving Romantic Killer a chance :)

[deltastra]

Heeeeeyyyy I’m still alive! Don’t worry, I’m still playing Xenoblade Chronicles 3 as well!

In fact, I finished chapter 6 almost a week ago.

The reason why it takes me so long to finish chapters is because I am enjoying all the side quests. The side quests are just so much fun. The stories are all so engaging and I rarely find myself button mashing the dialogue.

And my favourite aspect in ascension quests is when Kevesi heroes get to meet Agnian heroes, their interactions are very interesting!

To be honest, after I finish the game, I plan to write my thoughts on each hero in xenoblade chronicles 3. But we’ll see…

Now, I’ll be diving into spoiler territory! Keep in mind, it took me a long time to complete this so I may have forgotten some things!

SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 6 AND IT’S ENDING

Not gonna lie, starting off the chapter with Noah in the middle of nowhere with muffled noises is a great way to pull you into his psyche. But man, I was not expecting to get N’s backstory through Noah (I know, I’m dumb).

Unfortunately, I was spoiled over M and N having a baby through a YouTube video’s thumbnail and title that got recommended me while I was watching a thirst edit of one of my favourite anime villains so it wasn’t surprising to me.

What was surprising, however, WAS THAT THOSE TWO USED TO BE LOST NUMBERS??

Man, seeing N try again and again to save M from death was sad. Not to mention that scene with N telling his child that he has to go soon, hinting towards his homecoming.

The idea that he chose to become Moebius because he wanted this “endless” really made me feel for him. Unfortunately, not too much. Because the guy was way too obsessed.

I love that shot of him standing between two paths though…

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Ok, now for the plot twist with Mio switching with M. On one hand, I feel cheated. It made me feel like all that build-up was worthless if it was going to be resolved almost immediately. On the other, I do quite like the way they brought her back. It ties in to the fact that M never wanted this. M was happy with N before Moebius. She was suffering so much but she chose to be quiet. N couldn’t see that. It just makes it more sadder because back in that cell, she said “my Noah”. That line was sweet but felt off to me back then cause I didn’t think Noah and Mio’s relationship got to THAT point. Well now it makes sense, it was M…

Rest in Peace M :(

N’s rage was brilliantly done. I love how obsessed and desperate he sounded the moment he realised what happened. But alas, I guess he was too blinded by rage to see why M betrayed him.

Noah finally having the courage to use Lucky Seven was amazing, the blade looks so cool.

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Aight I’m just going to say it. WHO IS RIKU??? (Don’t spoil thanks)

I remember reading some comments saying that the nopon in the previous games were annoying rather than cute. I found that hard to believe because I ADORE the nopons in this game. They’re so adorable, especially Riku and Manana <3

It’s very interesting how Riku is this type of “mentor-figure” to Noah. Hope to see more but only one chapter remaining…

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Now for the Queen of Agnus scene…

The location where she sleeps looks so beautiful and the theme was heavenly. It really makes you feel the weight of how far you’ve come and what you’re about to do.

And the scene when she finally wakes up… I’ll be honest, I never played xenoblade chronicles 2, just watched clips. But I LOVED Nia there, so seeing her here did make me smile. And the music that played while she was waking up, it sounded familiar to I decided to check. The Drifting Soul motif was brilliant.

AND THEN SHE GOT SHOT AND I WAS PISSED (she lived tho and we got to hear got to hear her be pissed over it till she realised ppl were watching her lol)

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I’ll be honest, I was getting kind of annoyed with Joran’s “IM BETTER THAN ALL OF YOU NOW” attitude. He felt like an edgy kid to me despite his first reveal in Colony Lambda being pretty shocking.

But now, that’s all changed. The idea that once you become Moebius, you see all your past lives, must’ve been awful for him. Seeing that he was “useless” in his previous lives as well, makes his change in demeanour more sensible to me now.

Regardless, his friends never gave up on him. They really did know the real Joran. And he finally acknowledged that. I was genuinely proud of him over his decision despite it resulting in his death.

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The emotional weight didn’t completely reach me till this scene. In a way, both Joran and Lanz got the closure they needed. I was happy that Joran’s final thoughts before his death was him with Noah, Lanz, and Eunie. All of them together, in their younger years. Not only does his death really make me feel that it’s the end of that era where children were met with expectations to win wars, but also how far those three have come.

It was like Joran saying goodbye to them, to the trio he once knew. They didn’t surpass him, I don’t think that’s the point. They simply changed. And his “maybe next time…” makes me feels like he is ready to as well. That’s just how I like to interpret it.

Overall, his redemption was amazing and was the highlight for this chapter to me.

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That’s the end folks! I’ll see y’all in like….I don’t know….another month? I really am playing the game, almost every day actually! I’m just more keen on trying to find EVERY quest.

I do plan on finishing the game before Sonic Frontiers releases. So, definitely going to finish this game by the end of the month or early November.

I plan to write a full review of the game after I finish the main story. It’s been a while since my last proper review (which was omniscient reader).

I hope this was a fun read, feel free to share your thoughts too! I love discussing the game with you guys.

Stay safe!

[leemotionalwreck]

Thoughts on Illusion

Finally getting around to watching illusion!! here we go y’all (this time longer and in more agonizing detail!):

- the way I strongly dislike Bob Roth...

- okay i have pretty mixed feelings on chloe’s character but like… does paris not remember what she did?? hello continuity?! /hj

- omg alec hiiiiii

- LMAO the “my son” slip up is wonderful

- lol plagg leave him alone the boy is quite literally traumatized and the ring isn’t helping

- i swear to god i’ll never get used to seeing this bitch in the kitchen.

- “are you sure you’re feeling okay?” no like actually tho he isn’t. run.

- a single stain warranting almost smashing the pan on the ground is kinda crazy but ok ig

- wait how did nothing fall outta the pan??

- of course he doesn’t know how long to boil an egg off the top of his head. of fricking course

- STOP WINKING AT HIM GABRIEL!! you haven’t earned the right

- oooo i like the split screen

- oh wait it took me a second to notice the thought bubbles lol

- NINO!! i missed my boy

- post graduation?? what year are they exactly? or am i missing something??

- all in favor of joining nino’s resistance say “I”

- LMAO comrade mayo?? that’s actually not too far from something i’ve said to my white friends irl lol

- rvejndjdb adrinette is so adorable bro

- nino please babe it’s just lunch

- y’know, sometimes i forget just how chaotic their group can be. then i see scenes like this and remember. it’s pretty realistic tho imo

- also nino definitely has a bruise lol

- frickin lila man.

- “Are yOu EatInG In thE cafEtERia?” tf does it look like??

- the way marinette is such a real one

- what on earth is actually wrong with lila lol i’ve never hated an animated character as much as her. aside from maybe gabriel

- wait no the yogurt/honey example was actually really good lol

- lol comrade ketchup

- also comrade beurre maître d’hôtel is so extra and for what?? love nino tho

- NO STOP SHE’S SO SICK

- also are they just letting ppl in the school?? slay ig

- adrien 😭😭

- oooooooo lila’s lil snitch ass… i mean it makes sense but jeez

- pls i forgot she was pregnant lmao

- ew he looks weird when he’s trying to be a decent person /hj

- okay i love them but they coulda been a little more discreet than pizza lol

- they’re just standing outside the window like?? 😭😭

- idk why but the piece of pepperoni stuck to gabriel’s shirt is killing me

- ADRIEN YOU COULDN’T EVEN PRETEND TO TRIP?? please be so fr

- okay no cause this time around gabriel actually reacts and adrien really seems sorry and uhhrhdhdhdh i. hate. this. man.

- pls the way alya just walks in and is like “yea no you guys already know the deal let’s just get this over with” what a queen

- nino PLEASE

- okay i’m kinda cringing rn but it’s totally fine

- again, the way adrien seems genuinely scared…

- goddamnit

- “call me father” actually go trip down the stairs

- NO STOP IT THIS MAN IS ACTUALLY A PIECE OF SHIT I CANNOT

- ok five at once is honestly extra. like i hope this asshole remember he’s a whole grown man doing all this to fight some kids. yes i know it’s more than that technically but still. weirdo.

- lol his ears look so stupid when they’re sticking off the sides of the mask

- the way marinette/ladybug is actually that girl

- see no he’s such a fake bitch cause falling wasn’t even necessary

- nino is such a detective i literally love him. i mean yea he’s wrong but still

- he looks like such a dumbass with that stain on his shirt. i hate him.

- “comrade tartar sauce” nino yes absolutely but he really doesn’t deserve it bae

- i really like the design on alya’s fanny pack but i’ve literally never noticed it before

- they’re all so cute lol

- “comrade sweet and sour” i wonder why she has that name…

Final thoughts: okay it took me a sec to realize this was out of order (i know people have been saying it. im just stupid lol) but i really enjoyed it overall. gabriel keeps getting worse yet sadly never surprises me with the depths he stoops to. adrien needs so much help rn and i really hate lila but im almost glad she’s back?? like i missed this rivalry between her and marinette in a way.

[harrylights]

Hello! Life got in the way, so I took a small break, but I’m back! Now that Louis is on break and FITFWT2023 is over, what was your favorite Louis memory from this year? I hope you have a wonderful day!

hii i hope you enjoyed your break! ty for always including me in these, ur sweet <3

but oh man, there are so many that come to mind. i can’t answer this question without ofc mentioning my experience seeing him live in vancouver, which was obviously an incredible experience. there was a moment during the second chorus of copy (one of my fave songs of his that means sm to me in ways that would take too long to describe) where there was a brief clearing between me and the ppl in front of me which made the lights shine on me and i swear he pointed right at me and i felt like i transcended?? lmao. but other moments that stand out to me are: the first occurrence of tank top louis in cuyahoga falls, the subsequent destruction of his tank top in new york where he seemed amused by it, noticing the changes in the setlist and watching the live for the first time he performed paradise (i cry) and hearing him sing drag me down for the first time.

but overall, it’s just been amazing to see his confidence grow more and more throughout the tour. to experience the sense of community that he seems to foster everywhere he goes. he seems to be the kind of person that carries a certain kind of energy that makes people feel safe to be themselves fully and unapologetically and i admire him so much for that. i can’t wait to see how he continues to grow next year in the next legs of the tour.

anyway, that was a very long winded answer that definitely mentioned more than one memory lol but i couldn’t pick just one 🤷

[nichoswag]

Hey I really loved your latest GOT7 reaction and wonder if you would do any of these? (No rush btw if you have a major long queue) and love your blog ✨

- Where and how would they say the first 사랑해/I love you to their S/O?

- Who do you think is more of a hopeless romantic vs more realistic about love? (If that makes sense)

omgg tysm anon! i'll start off with the first rq and when i get the chance i'll link the other one here :)

[a/n: i'm sorry this took so long but i have trouble staying focused 😢 hope you enjoy lovely anon 💘]

got7 saying 'i love you' for the first time

warnings: cursing, a LOT of the same emojis (🤩🥺😍😢 ofc), mentions of a picnic so implied eating? also not proofread (when is it ever) bcs i'm writing this at 3:30 am and am about to get tf ts 🤠

jayb

jaebeom is kind of hard to read sometimes... i feel like this could go one of two ways with him; he either plans it out extravagantly or he just says it as a kind of in-the-moment thing. if he plans it out he goes all out (read: youngjae) but if it's a moment kind of thing he jus kinda says it like bambam 🧑‍🦲

mark

mans jus kinda just blanks - it takes him so long to actually realize he loves you that by the time he's ready to say it out loud you've already long beaten him to it 🥺 he makes up for being a dumb bitch (affectionate) by buying takeout and making a night for the two of you - him and the woman he loves 😢

jackson

jackson would full on scream as soon as he realizes he's in love with your dumb ass - 'OH MY GOD Y/N I JUST REALIZED SOMETHING ' OMG JACKSON WHAT HAPPENED ' 'I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU OMGOMGOMG' 'bitch ilyt but why tf did you have to scare the shit out of me'

jinyoung

jinyoung wouldn't do anything too extra but he would plan it out - when he realizes he loves you it's probably too chaotic for him to say anything (we're jus gonna pretend the members live together 👀👀) so he waits until later when you're both cuddled up on the couch watching tv or sum dumb shit and he confesses 🤩 sweetest man ong but he's not yelling that he loves you for the first time over all that chaos wtf do you think this is

youngjae

youngjae is our hopeless romantic (also kinda basic at times 😢 no hate i jus like to slander ppl 🤩) so i think he'd go the full rose petals and candles 👀👀 this is a big thing for him so pls treat him nicely and saY IT BACK OR HE'LL CRY. mans plans the timing and everything - he's waiting for you by the front door as soon as you get home to take your jacket and get your shoes off 🥺 pls take care of him he's so precious

bambam

bam is more of a spur-of-the-moment person - he'd literally just blurt it out loud the moment he realizes he's in love with you 🥺 like you could be trying to kill his cat bcs the thing won't stop scratching up your eXpEnsIvE leather purses (courtesy of the man himself bcs hes like ur sugar daddy ngl) and he'd jus look at you with so much love in his eyes (dOrK) - ' y/n i love you ' ' bam not now i'm busy murdering sphinx - wait wtf you love me ? ' but you love him too so you're both dorks 🤠

yugyeom

biggest dork of all, even over bambam 🤩 mans takes you to some cheesy ass spot like a field with flowers or sum shit and has a whole ass picnic jus to tell you he loves you 🙄 cutie tho bcs that's still so sweet 🥰

[softxsuki]

omg can you go headcanons for class 1-a boys where the reader is insecure and doubts herself too much even though her quirk is powerful ?:)

Midoriya, Bakugou, and Kaminari (Seperate) Comfort Reader with a Powerful Quirk Who Doubts Her Abilities

Pairing: Midoriya x Fem!Reader, Bakugou x Fem!Reader, Kaminari x Fem!Reader

Warnings: one swear word (thanks Bakugou)

Genre: Fluff(ish), Comfort

Post-Type: Headcanons

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: In which you have a powerful, but sometimes you doubt your abilities so these boys, (in their own unique way,) try to ease your insecurities and provide a little comfort to you 

[A/N: Thank you for the request anon! I decided to just write this for Midoriya, Bakugou, and Kaminari because I feel like after 3 ppl, it just get’s a little repetitive LOL. Hope that’s okay! I gave the reader her own quirk in each headcanon for each of these 3 boys. I feel like some of them don’t really make sense so sorry in advance for that. I’ve been spending so much time lately working on little art projects for Halloween. Idk where my energy or motivation came from, but that’s been eating up so much of my time. Hopefully these headcanons came out alright though! I haven’t written too much for Kaminari though so he might be a little out of character--I gotta work on that. Enjoy~]

Midoriya

So your quirk is called “Mimic,” where basically you can mimic sounds only if you've heard them already, so you can’t mimic a sound that you haven’t heard in a few hours or so. You can store up to 3 sounds at a time (as long as you don’t go over your storage time where you’d have to hear the sound again, if that makes sense)

When you were younger you used to love your quirk, being able to mimic the sounds of the animals at the zoo you visited with your family--it brought you so much joy

However, now that you’re at UA training to become a hero, you feel as if your quirk isn’t good enough 

People have always told you, “well you were good enough to make it into class 1A” when you first joined UA, but that never really made you feel better for long

You wished you could be a hands on hero like your boyfriend, Izuku

He was a hero who could actively save someone from any harm, however, you felt like you could only use your quirk to scare a villain which wasn’t enough for you

If Midoriya ever saw you looking down during training or on your way to a mission, he’d pull you aside to ask what was going on

“I just don’t feel like I’m cut out for this hero stuff anymore Zuku. Like really what kind of support am I even giving during missions? You could all save everyone without me,” you express.

He just looks at you with understanding because he too once felt that same way before One for All was passed down to him and he was quirkless, yet even then he did his best to work towards becoming a hero

“That’s not true Y/N,” he tugs on your hand a bit to pull you closer to him as he turns your face so you can look him in the eye

“You’re an amazing hero and you’ve helped us out of so many tricky situations, not only with that powerful quirk of yours, but also with how fast you’re able to come up with a plan of action, you’re incredible. Do you remember that one time we were facing Overhaul who was about to completely annihilate me? You were quick on your feet and mimicked All Might (I can’t remember if all might was still the #1 hero at this time or not, but let’s just pretend that he was still strong and healthy at the time BHFEABKF) and shocked Overhaul enough that he took his eyes off me for long enough so I could get back on my feet. You saved my life and gave the other heroes and I another opportunity to do things right again”

You were shocked at his words, but they filled you with hope that maybe you weren’t as powerless as you thought you were

Know that Midoriya will continue to try and lift you up through all your doubts about yourself, no matter how big or small and he’ll always praise you after a mission or during your training sessions together

He’ll also help you in hand-to-hand combat training if that’s something you’d like to learn!

Bakugou

Your quirk is called “Soul,” where you can enter a person’s mind and gain control over their actions and thoughts, but you need to have physical contact with that person first. One setback is that you go unconscious during the process, so your body is left vulnerable for attack whenever you do enter someone's mind  

During missions Bakugou is usually the one who keeps an eye over you whenever you find the chance to use your quirk on a villain, but lately you have been feeling like a nuisance

What if one day Bakugou has to choose between watching over me and protecting a citizen?

The thought alone made you shudder in fear, but it was something that bothered you; you only wished that you could remain aware and conscious whenever you used your quirk on someone else

All your combat training with your boyfriend, Bakugou, gave you enough physical strength to carry your own weight during a mission, but you became completely vulnerable whenever you had to use your quirk on a villain

The last time you used it, you were inches from being crushed by another villain due to Bakugou having to take his eyes off you to deal with another nuisance, but luckily you came back to your senses just in time

You were sitting in your dorm when Bakugou burst in suddenly

“Aizawa’s callin’ us for a mission, let's go,” he says, getting ready to turn back around and run off to get a head start

“Just take Kirishima,” you yell out before he runs too far off

That stops him in his tracks as he turns back around to you, “What, ya sick or somethin’?”

“Mhm”

Now, Bakugou isn’t stupid and for you to think that he’d actually believe that lie...think again, this man is smarter than he looks

“Stop lying idiot, let’s go, we’ll talk about this on the way there”

He then begins to grab your arm and drag you out of your dorm, much to your protest and even grabs your hero suit for you, rushing around to make sure that you guys are one of the first to arrive at the scene

When you express your insecurities to him quickly as you’re both running to get to the scene, he just huffs and starts laughing

“Babe, you have one of the most powerful quirks in our class, aside from me of course, and that’s saying a lot coming from me. Those extras have nothing on you”

“That’s not true,” you frown, “plus you keep having to watch over me like a child whenever I even have to use my quirk, so how exactly is that even helpful? It’s not like I can enter all the villains' minds at once while the rest of you tie them down. I’m putting you in danger, myself and danger, and any citizens that you could be helping instead of watching over me”

Bakugou is almost offended at your words; I mean how could you underestimate him of all people?

He’s then serious as he stops and looks at you before speaking again

“Thanks to you, we’ve been able to take down some powerful villains easily. Like all those Nomu’s that were running around. Even if you were only able to take one down at a time, that was still better than having them beat our asses out there. You’re still learning how to improve your quirk and I think one day you’ll be able to stay conscious while using it, or maybe even use it on more than one person at a time. But in the meantime, I’m gonna continue watching over you, so just shut up and keep doing what you do best--be a hero”

He’s a little rough with his words, but having Bakugou step aside to comfort you is a big thing for him 9and you ofc) 

Know that he cares for you and just wants you to have the same confidence that helps him work towards being the number one hero (eventually)

He’s training you hard for the next couple of weeks though so be ready to work towards becoming a better hero and using your quirk to its full potential

Kaminari

 Your quirk is called “Astro,” so you get energy from space (stars/planets/the moon etc) in the form of energy beams that you can use to attack your opponents(? idk???). During the day you get a lot of your energy from the sun and at night you get most of your energy from the moon and stars. Therefore, your quirk is most powerful on a bright, clear, sunny day and a full moon! Cloudy days have you at your weakest along with other phases of the moon aside from a full moon.

If Kaminari see’s you being hard on yourself about your quirk he’s ready to hype you up and even throw himself under the bus if it means helping you feel better about your abilities

“Denki, I can’t even use my quirk properly if it's even the slightest bit cloudy, and I’m practically useless at night if there isn’t a full moon...I don’t know what to do”

He snorts, “At least your brain doesn’t get fried after using your quirk too much”

You kinda glare at him a little because you hate when he puts himself down, but you figured that’s exactly what you were doing right now about yourself

He notices your slight irritation and speaks again

“Look, I know it’s difficult not being able to use your quirk considering how much astro energy you can absorb in a given day, but even with limited access to that energy, you’re still hella powerful baby, I’m just surprised that you don’t see it”

He feels frustrated that he sometimes misses the whole battle and has to be taken care of after he overexerts himself on some missions and fries his brain, so he’s probably the best person to go to about your concerns with your quirk

He’ll constantly gloat about you to his other classmates, which btw, annoys the heck out of them, but you’re HIS and he wants to make sure that everyone knows how amazingly powerful and wonderful you really are, even if you don’t see it yet

You’ll find your insecurities about your quirk slowly dissolve as Denki builds you up by making you laugh or comforting you in those rare moments where he just happens to have the perfect words to ease your worries about your abilities

All in all you’re probably the most powerful hero in your class given that the astro energy you absorb is super powerful and effective even when you’re not able to absorb as much energy as you’d like

This baby is your number one fan, which will motivate you to work even harder and push through your insecurities too NFJEAKF i love him sm

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 10/20/2021

[mysunnylemonade]

insecurities | lee jeno

↳ pairing: lee jeno (nct) x fem!reader

↳ genre: slight angst, mostly fluff & suggestive but only if u squint rlly hard

↳ word count: 1482

↳ warning: reader being insecure about her looks i guess?? (love urself ppl yall beautiful <3)

song recommendation: met a girl by tarune

♡

Hate was a strong word, but you felt it was appropriate to say that you absolutely hated nights like the one you were having on this particular day. Standing half-naked in front of the full-body mirror situated in the corner of your shared bedroom, your eyes swept over your body once more. You despised the way your gaze lingered on the stretch marks that tainted your skin.

Wallowing in self-pity and stressing over your physical flaws wasn't exactly a standard routine for you, especially when Jeno was around. But your boyfriend wouldn't be back until late at night, having texted you he had something to do that would require him to stay at the studio longer than usual.

You turned to the side, pressing your palm over your stomach, rubbing up and down as if it would magically flatten your abdomen. Nothing happened, of course, leaving you feeling sick and fed up with the thoughts you were having.

You wiped the tears accumulating in your eyes, not allowing it to trickle down your cheeks. You could see your boyfriend's face in your mind and briefly wondered whether you were truly good enough for him. You didn't blame your insecurities on him, never. Your boyfriend was nothing but loving, and he showered you with gifts just as much as he showered you with loving words, but there were times when it was remarkably hard to believe his kind words.

You wished you could miraculously switch off your mind and climb out of this self-loathing pit you had willingly put yourself into. It was your fault, you would admit that. If you hadn't decided to strip into your underwear and scrutinise yourself in the mirror then maybe you would've been in the dining room enjoying the dinner you had made by now.

As you were stepping closer to the mirror to get a better lock at your face, you heard the turning of a key in a lock before the front door was pushed open. The realisation that Jeno had come home much earlier than you expected kept you paralysed on the spot. It wasn't until you heard the front door shutting that you were finally able to move, hastily wiping the tears from your reddened eyes and shrugging on the robe you had carelessly tossed onto the bed.

You heard him call for your name but you didn't respond, scurrying into the bathroom to wash your face in hopes of being able to get rid of any evidence that you had been crying. Jeno couldn't know. You weren't going to drag him into your mess.

You cursed to yourself as you studied your reflection in the bathroom mirror. Your cheeks and nose were flushed, and your eyes were unmistakably bloodshot. There was no way Jeno wouldn't notice.

"Baby, you in here?" Jeno called out from the entrance of the bedroom. You heard shuffling as he took off his jacket. When he spoke again, his voice was dangerously close to the bathroom, and you immediately faked a smile. "Hey, why haven't you eaten dinner yet? Were you waiting for me?"

Turning your head, you were met with your boyfriend's figure standing in the bathroom doorway. It tugged your heart to see him look so beautiful, even after a whole day of working. You just couldn't understand why he had chosen you. Why hadn't he picked someone with less baggage and imperfections?

You watched as his small smile transformed into a frown. Without any hesitation, he stepped forward to grab your hand. "Hey, have you been crying? What's wrong?"

You forced a quiet chuckle. "I was watching this new romance movie that just released." You watched his face closely, swallowing when you saw that his worried expression hadn't dissipated at all. "Have you eaten dinner yet? Go shower and come eat dinner with me."

You squeezed his hand assuringly once more before walking past him to give him some privacy in the bathroom. "Were you really just watching a movie? You look like you've been crying for hours."

You plopped onto the bed with a huff and looked up to see Jeno had walked out of the bathroom and was slowly approaching your sitting form. "Babe, we've been dating long enough for you to know I'm sensitive when it comes to tragic endings."

He stood in front of you, cupping your cheeks in his hand to tilt your head up. "Yeah, and I also know my girlfriend enough to know whenever she's lying."

You managed to smile and shake your head as he pressed his thumbs to caress the irritated skin underneath your puffy eyes. "Jeno, I'm okay."

Leaning down, he pressed his forehead against yours, causing your noses to brush. The both of you stayed like that for a few more seconds, and you welcomed the distraction. You wanted to forget the cause of your previous breakdown and Jeno's presence was helping tremendously.

Feeling the gentle brush of his lips against yours, you gasped, hands flying to grasp his arms. "Jeno," you breathed, pulling away slightly to look into his eyes. They were dark, wild, so lovely.

"Tell me," he muttered softly.

Unable to look into his eyes as you confessed, you looked down at your lap. "I'm sorry," you began. "It's just so stupid. You're the best boyfriend there is, you treat me so well, and you're just so beautiful, Jeno, and I don't know how to... compete with that."

Once again, he forced your head up so he could look into his eyes. "Baby, we're not competing for anything. What are you trying to say?"

"I just can't understand why you're still with me. I'm so flawed, and you can settle for someone who's so much more good looking, someone who can give you so much more than I can."

Jeno's face remained expressionless as he gazed down at you, but you could tell the gears in his head were all turning. His silence worried you so you shifted in your seat awkwardly.

He seemed to notice your slight movement and finally snapped out of his train of thoughts. "Wait, you're not messing with me, right?"

Groaning, you tried to stand up, but he held your waist before you could walk away. "Okay, I know it's stupid. Can we just forget about it? Please?"

His eyes widened and he pulled you closer to him until there was no space left in between the two of you. "No, no, this is far from stupid. If you feel this way, it means I haven't done a good job at being your boyfriend. I'm supposed to be making you feel loved, but—"

"No! You've been a perfect boyfriend, you're perfect. It's not your fault, seriously, it's mine."

"If this is about the way you look, then I'll have to disagree and say that it's not your fault. Everything you consider imperfections or flaws, they're a part of you, and I fell in love with that a long time ago, and I'm not falling out of love anytime soon."

"I'm sorry for being so insecure. I just... I feel like you deserve better."

His lips broke out into a soft yet wistful smile. "You're not in any position to tell me what I deserve and don't baby," he mumbled lightheartedly. "Being with you was a choice that I made, loving you is something that I choose to do until now. All these choices that I made are all choices that I made deliberately, not because I'm forced to."

Unable to say anything else, your tears began to blur your visions once again, but this time it was because you were thankful. You felt so blessed that out of all of the people in the world, you ended up with Lee Jeno—a boy whose smile shone as bright as the sun and whose heart was beautiful and kind. "I love you so much," you managed to splutter out.

Sensing the oncoming tears, Jeno bent his knees a little so that he was eye-level with you. "Hey, don't cry, I love you too," he spoke, his smile now reaching his eyes, turning them into the little crescent moon that you adored so much. "You make me happy, and that's more than enough for me. Is that enough for you?"

You nodded. "All I ever want is for you to be happy, Jeno."

He visibly relaxed at this, and gone was the solemn atmosphere that once lingered in the air. "That's settled then. You're not getting rid of me that easily because you want me happy and I'm the happiest when I'm with you. So, will you lie down on the bed for me now?"

Tilting your head, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. "Why?"

"I still need to show you how beautiful you are to me and I don't think words are gonna cut it."

"Lee Jeno!"

♡

[myherowritings]

PART 6. FUCK THE RICH, STEAL THEIR CANDY

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 3.7k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. enji...ew, some judgmental rich people, just a little bit of sexual tension and suggestive content to prep for the next part ;3

A/N. gala time omg let’s gooooo writing this made me 100% ready to fight rich ppl fjhjkgf and want to give shouto all the kisses ;p i hope you enjoy and tysm for reading!! xx sof 

SERIES MASTERLIST

© myherowritings — all rights reserved. reposting, modifying, copying, or translating of any kind is not allowed. do not read my writing as asmr. do not plagiarize.

The only thing you hoped for this past week was for Shouto not to regret the events that happened in the dressing room. (Or, more precisely, the events that didn’t happen because of an interruption but you both had very much wanted to happen at the time.) 

(Or so you hoped he did. It seemed like he did…) 

You groaned, burrowing your face in your pillows after flopping back onto your bed after a shower. Why was this so confusing? 

It wasn’t like Shouto was ignoring you or pretending nothing happened, but he’s just been so busy with work neither of you had time to sit down and really talk. You briefly got to see him for his daily morning coffee runs but you didn’t want to accidentally ruin what little time throughout the work week the two of you had by bringing it up. And now it was the weekend, which would have been the perfect time to talk about it, if not for the fact Shouto was picking you up to get ready at his place and then head to a super fancy gala in less than an hour! 

With a charity ball full of strangers you had to prepare for, you supposed your potential romance could take the back seat for a little while longer. 

At least the fruity little candies would be there waiting for you. 

Snapping you out of your thoughts, your phone buzzed with a message from Shouto telling you he was less than 20 minutes away from your place. Within the last few minutes, you double checked you had the necessities, like your makeup and clothes and hair supplies and shoes and possibly every ‘getting ready’ product you could think of under the sun, all ready to go. Your dress was already hanging in Shouto’s house, ready for you to change into.

Apparently, there wasn’t a moment left to spare since you soon got a call with him telling you he had just arrived. Taking deep breaths, you walked out your door, lugging your bag of belongings in tow.

“Good afternoon, Y/N,” Shouto greeted as you settled into his car. He smiled as you reached over to give him a quick side hug. He squeezed your shoulder gently. “Nervous about tonight?” 

You tried to calm the tapping your fingers were doing against the inside of the car door. “Is it obvious?” 

“Not really,” he assured. “Regardless, you shouldn’t worry. You’ll be an amazing date and we don’t even need to stay the whole time if you would rather not.” 

Amazing date date? Or amazing fake date? 

Would it be too forward of you to ask? (Not that anything could’ve been more forward than Shouto pinning you against a wall and almost kissing you just a few days ago.) 

“You’re right, it’ll be fine!” you said, trying to sound more confident than you felt. “After all, you’ll be there.” 

A smile. “Hm.”

It didn’t take very long for you to get from your place to his seeing as he lived relatively close to his work and therefore yours. He parked in front of a luxury high-rise apartment that was characterized by glass windows and angled architecture. It looked like something straight out of Portfolio Magazine. 

“All those ‘Japan’s Youngest CEO Bachelor’ tabloids are starting to make sense now,” you said with a teasing whistle, following Shouto into the building after being greeted by the security guards and receptionist. 

He held his hand out to you and you placed yours in his palm as he led you to the VIP elevator that brought you all the way up to the top floor. His hand gave yours a soft squeeze when he noticed your gaze darting around the area nervously. 

When the elevator doors opened, your eyes widened as you took in the ceramic floor tiles, the spotless walls, floor-to-ceiling mirror columns, and the natural light pouring in through the bare, glass windows. “Whoa— This looks like a wealthy bachelor pad if I’ve ever seen one.”

Letting go of your hand, Shouto offered to take your bag of belongings and brought it to a room for you to get ready in. “Do you...not like it?” 

“Oh, that’s not it at all!” You shook your head earnestly. “This place is so beautiful! And a little cold.” 

Both literally and metaphorically. 

His penthouse was elegant and sleek, with tasteful decor that probably cost more than a month’s salary for you. But it seemed a little...empty. Not like a home. 

Apparently, Shouto agreed. 

“I live here because it’s close to work. But it’s a little unwelcoming,” he admitted wryly. “Not something I ever really settled into. Though my mother and sister did try to help decorate.” 

You looked at the finely chosen contemporary paintings displayed on some of the walls. “They have good eyes.”

Shouto nodded but appeared to be in pensive thought. “If I were to ever settle down with a family, it wouldn’t be here. But this is what’s most suitable for now.” 

Running your fingers against the cold glass windows, you peered down into the city in an attempt to calm your fluttering heart having just learned Shouto valued having a family in the future. Something in you just liked hearing he one day wanted to settle down with someone. You bit your lower lip to stop a hopeful smile from spreading. 

“I’m sure you’ll be a great husband and father when the day comes,” you said quietly, still gazing out the window to avoid looking into his eyes. “But, um, anyway— I should start getting ready now! Don’t want us to be late for tonight.” 

His hand that was reaching out to hold you suddenly dropped to his side as he stepped away at your words. “Of course.”

You silently cursed yourself under your breath, wishing you had waited a few moments to talk so you could’ve seen what he was going to do. Would he have tried to kiss you again? You hoped that was the case, but it was too late to know for sure now.

“You can get ready in here,” said Shouto, opening the door to what looked like a guest bedroom, your dress hanging on an armoire inside. “There’s your dress. And the bathroom is right there if you need it.”

“Thank you, Shouto.” You resisted the urge to plop right on the huge bed and jump on it while he was in the room. “I’ll try to be quick!” 

“No need to rush; we have time.” He checked the watch on his wrist before turning to you. “I’ll be in the shower for a bit but if you need anything just let me know.” 

In the shower? While you were under the same roof? Your stomach did funny flips at the thought. 

“I’ll keep your offer in mind,” you said playfully, glancing over at the dress. You’d need his assistance sooner or later buttoning the dress up, but there was sadly no time for funny business if you wanted to make it to the gala in a timely manner. 

When Shouto left the room to take a shower, you began getting ready yourself. You did your hair and makeup in a way that made you feel confident and happy, and by the time you were done about two hours had passed. All you had left was to change into the dress and throw on some fancy shoes and you’d be set with time to spare. 

You were just wondering if Shouto was almost ready when you heard a knock on the door.

Speak of the devil. Or angel. He was much too sweet to be the devil, after all. 

“Everything okay in there?” he asked, voice muffled from the outside of the wall. 

You nodded before realizing he couldn’t see you. “Yeah! Just putting on the dress now.” 

There was a shuffle outside then a pause. Then, “Did you want any help?” 

“Yes, please.” You slipped into your outfit and pulled the front over your chest. The fabric was light against your body, making it feel almost ethereal. 

After a while, Shouto cautiously opened the door to the room and you turned to catch sight of him. He was dressed up in a fitted black suit with silky red trimmings and a tie that matched the color of your dress. His hair was combed back and to the side, pulled out of his face and giving you a clear view of his forehead. That was one pretty forehead. 

All in all, he looked as handsome as ever, but with some extra pizzazz. 

“You look great,” you both said at the same time. 

There was a beat of silence, then you both laughed.

“I’m only half in my dress and I’m sure I look a bit unruly, but thank you,” you giggled as Shouto walked over to grasp at the fastens on the back of your gown. 

He shook his head. “You look beautiful like you always do. The dress just helps compliment it even more.” 

His words brought warmth to your cheeks and you were glad you were faced away from him so he couldn’t see your all too pleased expression. “Smooth talker much?” 

“Not flattery. Just the truth.” 

Your smile grew even wider. “Hm.” 

Shouto nimbly fastened the buttons on your back, cold fingertips lightly grazing your skin in ways that sent shivers down your spine. You closed your eyes and hoped that was only a phrase and that he couldn’t actually tell how much your body was affected from such a simple touch by sensing shivers in your spine. 

You held your breath as he travelled up your back, skin sparking against skin. Time seemed to slow down as he closed the last few buttons. 

“Finished,” he said quietly, though his hands didn’t move from their position on you. 

Turning around, you caught his palms in yours, lightly stroking his knuckles with your thumb. Shouto looked down at your hands joined together then back at you.

You murmured, “Thanks for your assistance.” 

The tips of your noses were almost brushing together as you stared up at him. If either one of you were to lean forward a few centimeters more, your lips would be touching. Just like in the fitting room last weekend.

And just like in the fitting room, Shouto’s hands encircled your waist and toyed with the buttons on your dress while you tugged at his color. 

But just like in the fitting room, there was an interruption mere seconds before the kiss. It’s just that, this time, the interruption was from you.

“Wait! I have makeup on!” you cried, pulling away in despite the dissatisfaction you knew the both of you were feeling. “If we kiss it might get messed up and I’ll have to redo it and then we’ll be late to the gala.”

He made deep a sound of frustration. “Fuck the gala.” 

You wanted to. In this very moment, you would much rather ditch the gala and fuck something else, but you had to remain somewhat rational. “But we made a commitment to show up, didn’t we?” 

Shouto looked down like he had just been chided. “We did.” 

“Plus… The candy!” 

He blinked before a grin took over his face. He chuckled, “Of course. Can’t forget the greatest candy heist of the year.” 

“Exactly!”

His smile was amused but his hands rested intimately on your hips. “Besides, you put in effort to get ready for tonight, it’d be a disservice to keep you from showing it off.” 

Your cheeks warmed at his compliment as you let out a laugh. “Flatterer,” you accused, though your tone had no bite to it. Instead, it was teasing as you brought your palm up to cup his jaw. “We should probably get going if we don’t want to be late, hmm?”

“Mm.”

“But first—” You planted a kiss on his cheek, giving him just a small hint of what could come later that night. When you pulled away, there was a lipstick mark in the shape of your lips where his jawline met his cheek an you smiled, satisfied with your work. 

His grip on you tightened as his gaze turned hooded. “If I’m a flatterer, you’re being a tease.” 

“Sounds like a good combination to me.”

— ✩ —

Oddly enough, the Naruhata Charity Gala was going quite well. 

The food was yummy, there were cute places for you and Shouto to sneak off and take obnoxious selfies, and—most importantly—there were bowls of free candies scattered throughout the entire premise. 

A whole building was rented out for the charity ball to be held and the venue even had an outdoor pool and with complimentary champagne (not that anyone was exactly prepared to take a dip in the middle of the night, but the only thing that mattered to the guests was that you could). 

Both of you were having fun.

You met some of Shouto’s friends, got complimented by the DJ for your...enthusiastic dance skills on the dance floor, and, for most of the night, Shouto was successful in avoiding making conversation with his father. 

Things were going well. Until they weren’t. 

You and Shouto were standing in a hallway just outside the main ballroom, exchanging jokes and talking about how many crabcakes a person could fit in their mouth. Totally business as usual, until you heard a group of people whispering only mere feet away from you. 

“Are you sure that’s them?” a woman in a red dress whispered—and you used that term rather subjectively since the whisper could be heard by practically half the room—as she glanced at you.

Seeing their gazes, you froze in your spot. Shouto must have heard them to since his brows furrowed as he held you closer to him, protectively. 

“And you really heard them, right? Mr. Todoroki has a… You know…”  

Another girl who you recognized as another customer from the dress store the other day nodded her head. “Yes, I overheard it with my own two ears when I was getting my outfit. That’s Mr. Todoroki and his sugar baby!”

You almost choked on your crabcake. 

Shouto rubbed circles into your back. “You okay?”

“Peachy,” you said sheepishly, trying not to draw even more attention to yourself than there already was. On the plus side, at least more people would notice how hot you look in this dress with your hair and makeup done. (Though it might be for the wrong reasons…) 

You vaguely recalled teasing Shouto about looking like a sugar daddy, and he joked back. But you didn’t think anyone would want to gossip enough to overhear a joke and spread it around as a rumor! 

The group began chattering some more and seemed to gain a crowd. You even saw a large figure you recognized as Todoroki Enji walking towards you.

“I’m going to have to clear things up, aren’t I?” 

Shouto shook his head, a frown present on his face. But you knew his displeasure wasn’t directed at you. “You don’t need to pay attention to this nonsense. People can think what they want.” 

“It’s okay! I don’t want to ruin your reputation with the media when I was initially here to help it get better. Besides, they don’t seem to be doing it maliciously. They’re just curious.” 

He looked at you, but before he could think of the words to say, you walked over to the group of gossiping partygoers. 

You tapped on the shoulder of the one you saw at the store. “Hi! Excuse me…” All eyes turned to you and you tried not to shrink down. “I, ah, I know what you overheard that day at the dress retailers, but I just wanted to clear it up and say it was a joke! Funny right? Well, maybe not so funny to you guys, but it was just an inside joke between me and Shouto.” You laughed, growing nervous at the lack of response. “You see, I’m not actually his sugar—” 

Just then, a booming voice interrupted, “Shouto! What are you thinking, son?”

You almost jumped at the sound and turned towards the direction of your date. As you whirled around, you made eye contact with him. Shouto had a furious expression on his face, but when his gaze met yours he tried giving you a comforting smile. Seeing his distress, you immediately made your way back to him.

“A nice woman to boost your media image,” Enji whispered, trying to lead his son to a less crowded area, probably so no one else would overhear or spread more rumors. “That’s all I asked for. Not a…a…you know!”

Was it a criterion that rich people must not know how to whisper? you asked yourself. Either, one, no one was actually trying to whisper, or two, they could not control their volume very well. 

“Actually,” you spoke up from behind him. When Enji turned to look at you, you gave him a wave before walking over to Shouto’s side. “I’m not his sugar baby. But even if I were, what’s it to you?” 

There was a hush of silence that settled around the room and you almost had to laugh at how comical it was. 

“As long as it’s an agreement between two consenting adults, there’s nothing wrong with it,” you said, hoping it didn’t just go in one of his ears and out the other. “You could think of it as like a business deal, but...with more of a relationship aspect.” 

Enji’s face turned a shade of red. “That’s not the sort of people someone with Shouto’s upbringing should hang around with. I don’t know how you were raised, but—” 

“Stop it, father.” Shouto’s voice was angry as he clenched his jaw. But his arm was wrapped around your waist. You gently squeezed his hand with yours. “You don’t get to make assumptions about Y/N without ever even talking to them.”

“Shouto,” he said in a warning tone when he noticed more and more people were paying attention to them. This didn’t exactly seem like the attention he wanted. “We can talk about this later.”

Shouto frowned. “There’s nothing to talk about. All you have to do is say sorry to Y/N and then we can leave.” He turned around to the crowd trying to pretend they weren’t listening in. “And everyone else, you can stop eavesdropping.” 

They look startled at the forward confrontation and you stifled a giggle, leaning into your date with a smile. 

He gave you a chaste kiss on your forehead before murmuring under his breath, “Everyone attending a charity gala just to brag about how generous they are but then turning around to judge everyone who might not be in the same circle as them? How shameless.”

Although it seemed like he was whispering it, your hypothesis that rich people really didn’t know how to whisper was right, since it was loud enough for the whole room to hear. Not that you or Shouto seemed to mind. 

“You know, if you’re not going to apologize to Y/N, there’s no reason we should stay any longer,” he told his dad as a stiff goodbye. 

You nodded in agreement before taking a handful of candy from a nearby bowl. “Well, now there’s no reason to stay.” 

Spinning on your heel, the two of you headed for the exit, somehow not caring but all too aware of the eyes on you at the same time. Before reaching the door, Shouto grabbed two bowls of candy in the reception area and walked out the door with it, everyone too stunned to say anything about it. You walked into the parking lot smothering fits of laughter the whole way, still in disbelief about the events that had just occurred.

“For you,” said Shouto as the two of you reached his car, still carrying the candy in his arms. 

You choked out a laugh at the audacity of it all. He even took the bowls? The candies were free for the guests, but you weren’t so sure the bowls were. “I… Thanks, Shouto. I’m never going to run out of these candies now!” 

“Hm,” was the approving noise he made. 

When you both got into his car, he looked at you before turning the engine on. Now that the adrenaline had passed, he had a much more solemn expression on his face. 

“Y/N,” he said, sounding apologetic, “I’m really sorry about my dad. And about the gossip. You didn’t deserve any of that.”

“It’s okay. It wasn’t too bad, and none of it was your fault! Besides,” you said, giving his hand on the gear shift a squeeze. After pulling out of the parking spot, he let go of the stick and interlocked his fingers with yours. “I had the best date ever to make up for it.”

“I have to disagree with that because I think I was the one with the best date.” Shouto smiled playfully, squeezing your hand in his. 

“Agree to disagree, then.” 

He chuckled and you grinned. Tonight was going great until the last hour’s mishap, and while it was uncomfortable and disheartening to hear gossip about you from people who were supposed to be sophisticated, grown adults, you weren’t lying when you told Shouto he was enough to make up for all that bullshit. You were grateful for him standing up for you and basically saying fuck rich people and charity galas in front of them all. 

Oh, and for getting you enough candy to last you at least a few months, of course.

He really was the best date ever.

As Shouto signaled to get out of the structure, he asked, “Now, should I take you back to your home or…?”

You shook your head, already knowing where he was going with this (and very much liking it). “Hmm,” you drawled, pretending to think about it. “How about we go back to your place to finally finish what we started?” 

“I thought you’d never ask.”

In all honesty, you were quite surprised yourself that you asked. But, damn, would you be glad you did.

a/n: woOO EAT THE RICH STEAL THEIR CANDY STEAL THEIR BOWLS HGFJKS, i’m already so in love with shouto but i have fallen in love with one (1) rich boy even more :3 

what to expect in the next part:

yes. it’s time for u know what ;)

y/n and shouto finally……high five <3

jkjk

THE NEXT PART IS THE FINAL PART AND YOU WILL SEE WHY THIS SERIES OVERALL HAD TO BE 18+ KSKKFG

[tsukasalvr]

Helloooo!!

How are you doing today??

I would like to request Hanako, Teru and Tsukasa with an S/O who is a super weird and energetic person, but despite all that and she went through many difficult and sad situations in her life?

I will try to explain as best I can.

S/O is an extremely energetic person and in a way, is seen as weird by the people around them.

About being weird, I'll let you choose why she's that way, but she's also a person who doesn't get worried or scared when they’re in a weird and even dangerous situation.

About going through difficult situations, I'll let you choose too, whether it's bullying, problems at home, etc.

I'm sorry it took too long or if the request made you uncomfortable, please ignore it if it made you that way.

Thanks! I love your blog.

AN: I think I get what u mean so I hope u enjoy anon! also I didnt rlly want to explain why the reader is weird because I wanted to ppl to interpret what happened to them but I will add small hints of it( if that even makes sense shjsjs)

; 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙨/𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮

𝗔𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗲/𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝗧𝗯𝗵𝗸

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: 𝗛𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗸𝗼, 𝗧𝗲𝗿𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗧𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮

𝗔𝗡: 𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻<𝟯𝟯𝟯 𝗶 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻𝘁 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗶𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗲

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗶 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱, 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 (𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗻 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮)

; ʜᴀɴᴀᴋᴏ

He finds it funny how nothing really affects you

He laughs and thinks it’s the funniest shit ever

That is until you were out into a dangerous situation and you weren’t terrified

He starts to get a little confused but plays it off as you trying to be strong and brave

But then it keeps happening more and more where you’re not scared and still looked happy is when he starts to get concerned for you

Expect him to sneakily follow you around to see what’s happening with you

If it’s something that’s going on at your house, he’ll have Yashiro go to your house and tell him the next day what happened

“Go to s/o’s house and find out what’s wrong or else I’m flushing you down the toilet.”

When he does find out what happens, he feels so much sympathy for you

For the next few days, he can’t help but frown while looking at you whenever you smile

He won’t ask any questions about what’s going on and would instead try to make you ghost while trying to subtly teach you what’s wrong and what’s good

It’ll be a while till he asks any questions and when he does it’s in private where you’re both calm and relaxed

“S/o, you don’t need to answer and tell me what’s happening but please know this isn’t normal and I really do care for you.”

; ᴛᴇʀᴜ

At first he thinks it’s really strange

But after a while he thinks it’s really cute and silly

He does get concerned because he can’t help but think that what if your in danger and can’t take the situation seriously

He brushes it off though since he’ll always be there to protect you

He loves having you in the student council room whenever he’s doing something- not so nice, to Akane

“Aw! What’s this, Teru? Is this a new game?”

“HELP ME PLEASE!-“

“Why yes it is s/o!”

“How fun! Can I play?”

“Of course! Just make sure he doesn’t move at all.”

“I HATE BOTH OF YOU!”

He starts to get really concerned when Akane tells him that your behavior was really strange when he tells him how strange it is that no matter in what traumatic situation your in, you’re still unfazed and happy

This makes him try to find out what happens

He’ll ask subtle questions and when he does find out what happens, he’ll be very protective of you

He’ll always make sure you’re safe by staying next to you at all times and also by making you go to his house

By keeping you safe, this means no more talking to apparitions, unless it’s Hanako and you’re with either Kou or Yashiro

Will even ask help from Kou to try to teach you right from wrong

; ᴛsᴜᴋᴀsᴀ

Just like Hanako, he finds it really fucking funny

He loves how your cheerful expression never seems to go away no matter the situation

It’s really interesting to him

He’ll even sometimes try to scare you or put you in danger to see if that expression of yours would change

(He always comes in to save you before the situation gets out of hand)

It never does, and that’s he loves

He never gets bored since he’ll always have new ways to try to scare you, being with you will always be interesting

He doesn’t get concerned until Sakura brings it up and he starts to get curious

He’ll tell Sakura to find out what’s wrong

After awhile, he’ll just straight up ask you wrong, and if you don’t tell him then he’ll keep asking

Even going as far as demanding it from you

Once he finds out he’ll make sure it’ll never happen again

If it’s someone who’s hurting you, he’ll make sure they’ll be the one getting hurt again

Nobody is allowed to hurt you, he loves you too much to see you get hurt

People who like, reblog or follow= hot asf💕😍

[flowersbby]

Drawn to You | Corpse Husband x Fem! Reader

Warning:  Makeout, This is a lil long (I got carried away)

Word count: 3859

It was a typical night for you. You had your music playing faintly in the background while you were writing notes for your anatomy & physiology class when you felt your phone vibrate violently on your desk, which caused your French bulldog, Royal, to wake up from his snoring slumber on your lap. With an annoyed huff, you pick up your phone and notice your best friend Rae had texted you numerous times.

Rae 😴

Hey!

Among Us!

Now!

Need 10th person!

Pleaseeeeee

You stared at the messages for a minute. You were confused on why she asked you of all people. You were the opposite of the many streaming friends she had who were loud, funny, and all around GOOD at games. Your shy character would not fit well on her stream and you knew that. Plus, the only games you’ve played are Stardew Valley and Animal Crossing, which requires no communication with people and you preferred it that way.

You

Why me? I’m in the middle of writing notes.

Rae 😴

There’s this person I want you to meet!

He’s really nice and you’ll warm up to the group in no time, I promise!

I won’t let them be mean to you 😤😤

They’re nice ppl anyway so they wont be mean lol

You

Okay.. let me load up my discord

Rae 😴

Yayy!

I already bought among us for you last time I was over so you’re good to go!

‘What? When did she find the time to buy the game for me? We were literally together the whole time she was here.’ You thought, but quickly dismissed it and loaded up discord. Right as you got online, you got an invite from Rae. You quickly grabbed your headset and adjusted your mic before joining the call. You petted Royal in an attempt to calm your nerves as you saw 9 peoples profile pictures appear in front of you. You only recognized Rae’s, of course.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Rae exclaimed, “Guys, this is my best friend (Y/N)! Introduce yourselves!”

“Hi, I’m Toast!” Said the man with the toast icon. You smiled at his profile picture. You found it cute.

“I’m Jack!” Said an Irish voice. You know Jack. You used to watch his videos a lot.

“I’m Poki!” Said a girl with a really sweet voice, “Nice to meet you!” You were about to say hello back when someone else chimed in.

“Hello, I’m Felix!” You recognized that Swedish accent. He was the most well known YouTuber, of course.

“Nice to meet you!” Said a really soft voice, “I’m Sykkuno!” His voice reminded you of an anime boy. You smiled to yourself.

“Hi, I’m Lily!” Said a really cute and high pitched voice. 

“Hi everyon-” You went to introduce yourself properly until you got cut off.

“I’m Corpse.” Said a deep, attractive voice. Your eyes widened for a second, his voice catching you off guard.

“H-hello,” You attempt to say hello again but this time you’re a little shaken up by Corpse’s voice, but you get it together by petting Royal once again. “I’m (Y/N). It’s nice to meet you all!”

“Your voice is so adorable!” Says Lily. You smile at the fact that someone who’s voice is equally as adorable complimented yours.

“Thank you!” You respond, “Your voice is adorable too, Oh my God!” 

Lily giggles at your compliment. “Alright!” Exclaimed Rae, “Ready to play (N/N)?” You quickly realized you forgot to load up Among Us before hand. You were silently kicking yourself for not doing such a simple thing. Now they’re gonna have to wait longer to play because of you and they already waited long enough for you to join the discord call.

“Um..” You stall as you hurriedly click on the Among Us icon. “I’m so sorry. I forgot to load it up.. but it’s loading right now!” Your eyes are glued to the screen as if it’ll make the game boot up faster. 

“That’s okay.” Said Corpse in the most kind voice. “It won’t take that long.” You feel heat rushing to your cheeks just by hearing his voice. Who is this man and why is he making you feel like this?

They all agreed with Corpse and continued chatting about whatever they were chatting about before you joined the call. You were half listening as you were trying to figure out what to do as the game loaded up. Just as you were about to ask Rae, Corpse sent you the game code through a private message. You typed “Thank you!” as you quickly entered your name and then the game code.

“Woo! (Y/N)’s here!’ Said Rae happily. “Choose your color and your hat!” ‘Where do I do that?’ You thought to yourself but quickly found it. You wanted to be pink but it wouldn’t let you choose it.

“Why isn’t it letting me choose pink?” You asked. 

“It’s because Corpse is pink.” Explained Lily. “He took it from me too.” She said with a sad, but funny, tone.

“I can be a different color.” Corpse said and quickly changed his color from pink to white. 

“Oh, Thank you!” You said happily and picked a flower to match it.

“No problem.” He said and you could hear the smile in his voice. It made butterflies appear in your stomach.

“Are you kidding me?!” Said a laughing Lily. “I literally ARGUED with you about letting me have pink!”

“I sense something happening...” Cooed Rae in a sing songy voice. The whole group then erupted in “Ooooo’s”. This made you blush. You covered your face even though they couldn’t see you and Corpse chuckled, which only made you blush more.

Before the game started they all explained to you how to play so you wouldn’t be lost. This calmed your nerves a bit and when the game started you were happily going around the ship completing your tasks. Watering the plants was your favorite so far since you found it satisfying how the plants grew. You saw Corpse run up to you and you made your character step away a bit because you didn’t want to get killed. He instead ran circles around you and you decided to follow him for the rest of the game for safety. You both encountered Rae and Toast by the vending machines but didn’t think much of it and waited for Corpse to finish his task. Until Rae killed you and Toast killed Corpse. “A double kill?!” You shouted to yourself, causing Royal to wake up and slowly get off your lap. “I’m sorry buddy..” You said to him as he laid down in his dog bed. You turn your attention back to the screen as someone found you and Corpse’s dead bodies.

“Um, bodies found by the vending machines.” Said Felix who didn’t sound all too confident. “Jack where were you?” He asked.

“I was in..” As Jack was about to explain himself you heard a ‘pop’ emit from your headphones and saw a red dot by the messages icon. You clicked it and saw it was a message from Corpse. You completely stopped caring about the arguing going on through your headphones as Jack was trying to claim innocence.

“I like your flower :)” It read. You smiled big and immediately typed back.

Your fingers hovered over the keys thinking about what to type back but you settled on a simple “Thank you :D”.

After two games or so everyone got tired and decided to head out. You all said your goodbyes and watched as each person slowly began to leave the call. You didn’t want to leave until you were sure everybody was gone. Everybody left but Corpse. “Hey..” He said, sounding a little shy but it was probably just because he was tired.

“Hi!” You said a little too excited. You immediately wished you could reword what you said a little calmer.

“So, uh..” He began, “Could I possibly get your number? For Among Us games I mean?” He didn’t sound too sure of himself but him asking this made you beam with excitement.

“Of course.” You said calmer than before, “But I don’t know what help I’d be as I’m terrible at this game.” You giggled.

You typed in chat your number, your fingers shaking slightly. “Nah, I liked playing with you.” He said more confident, “You make it more fun. Even though I haven’t ever spoken to you before.” He chuckled. You smiled at his words. Butterflies formed in your stomach hearing him laugh.

You and Corpse chatted a bit more until he decided he should go, but you wished you guys could have kept talking the whole night. You felt this connection with him that you couldn’t put into words. It felt so easy for you to talk to him and you didn’t feel as nervous around him as the others you met today. There was something so calming about him that washed your fears away. You shook your head from the thoughts and told yourself that you just met him today, you shouldn’t get ahead of yourself but it was hard not to.

You were laying in your bed scrolling through twitter when you got a text.

xxx-xxx-xxxx

hey its corpse

is this (Y/N)?

Your heart skipped a beat. You were excited Corpse texted you so fast, hoping you two could continue talking.

You

That’s me!

I thought you were going to sleep?

Corpse🥺🖤

nah i hardly ever sleep i just left because i didnt want to keep you up

i really enjoyed playing with you

You

I enjoyed playing with you too

We should play together again soon

Corpse🥺🖤

definitely

You’ve begun to become really good friends with Corpse over the past week. You and him would facetime each other whenever you could. You always were on facetime with him, actually. Whenever you were studying, you guys were talking. Whenever he was editing, you guys were talking. When you were about to go to bed, you guys were talking. 

Right now, you guys were facetiming as you were studying for an upcoming exam and he was trying to stay awake. You liked having him around when you were studying even if it was through a phone. You didn’t feel pressured to talk or have to worry about an awkward silence with him. It was comfortable silence.

You started to worry that you were keeping him up, though. “You can go to bed if you want,” You said softly as you looked up from your textbook to the black screen propped up against a few books. “ I don’t want to keep you up. You need some rest.”

“No..” He muttered, “I like having you around..”

“I like having you around too Corpsie but we can talk when you wake up.” You told him a little sternly in an effort to convince him to go to bed.

“Can I ask you something?” He asked out of the blue.

You paused before answering and shifted your gaze to the black screen once again. “Yeah sure, go ahead.” 

“Do you want to maybe stay over here for a bit?” He asked, “Whenever you’re free, I mean. If you don’t want to I get that too I just feel so drawn to you I want you closer to me. Is that weird? I’m sorry if that’s weird. Actually, forget I said-”

“I’d love to come over.” You told him with a smile. “When would you want me to be there?”

“As soon as possible.” He said in his raspy, tired voice. Butterflies formed in your stomach and you felt your heart skip a beat. This man was something else.

“I can be over there in the morning..” You start, “I just have to pack and everything. Is it okay if I bring Royal? I don’t want to leave him with my sister.” You look over to Royal sleeping peacefully on your bed, snoring away.

“Hell yeah!” Corpse exclaimed, “I love animals! Bring him over.” You giggled at his excitement.

Corpse ended up falling asleep soon after and you ended the call. As you were getting ready for bed you began to think of what Corpse’s place would be like and what you guys would do. You were definitely going to show him Stardew Valley, that was for sure. You pondered the thought of you finally confessing to him that you wanted to be not just his friend, but girlfriend. You’ve been wanting to do it for awhile now but you get too scared and end up chickening out, so you figured if he liked you like you like him, he’d make the first move. You started to make up scenarios in your head about finally hanging out with Corpse in person as you drifted off to sleep, hearing Royal snoring peacefully in the background.

It was the next morning and as soon as you woke up you changed into your favorite outfit and began to pack. You didn’t know how long you were staying for but you decided to pack about 2 weeks worth of clothes just to be on the safe side. Royal was sitting on the floor watching you as you hurried from your closet to the suitcase on your bed. You were happily humming as you were excited about the day. You heard your phone buzz and you quickly grabbed it from your bed as you saw the name pop up on the screen.

Corpse🥺🖤

hey :) 

heres the address:

You

Thanks! and hello 😊

You two texted until you were ready to go. You were definitely NOT looking forward to driving two and a half hours from LA to San Diego but you were so excited to see Corpse that the dread of the long car ride washed away.

You put Royal into his harness and plopped him in the back seat. He looked at you confused since he rarely ever gets to go for rides in the car. “We’re going to see a friend!” You tell him while petting his head. He then laid down and began to close his eyes.

After what seemed like forever you were finally outside Corpse’s apartment. You grabbed Royal and attached his leash to his harness and then proceeded to grab your giant (and heavy) suitcase out of the trunk. You struggled getting the suitcase up the apartment building stairs but you managed. You felt a sense of relief that his apartment building had an elevator so you didn’t have to deal with more stairs. The ones at the entrance were enough. While you were waiting for the elevator to take you to his floor you took this opportunity to text him.

You

On my way up!

Almost immediately after you sent it he read it. He started typing but the three dots quickly disappeared. Before you could question it the elevator doors opened to his floor. “Come on, Bud!” You said to Royal and motioned for him to go ahead. Royal got up from his sitting stance and lead the way. After passing 2 other doors, you were at Corpse’s. You knocked two times.

You heard shuffling on the other side and the door knob turning shortly after. Before you knew it, Corpse was in front of you. His eyes were looking at yours. You immediately smiled. “Hi.” Corpse said with a slight smile as well.

“Hi..” You said shyly. You didn’t know how to react now that he was in front of you and not behind a screen. He stepped aside and motioned for you to come inside. You entered his apartment and set your suitcase by the couch. Royal was pawing at Corpse’s leg, begging for pets.

“Aww, hi buddy!” Corpse said excitedly. “He’s so well behaved.” Corpse was talking to you now.

“Yeah, it took work though.” You laughed slightly. “Your place is really nice.” You said as you looked around. You noticed all of his mirrors were covered up, but you decided not to ask him about that. He probably had his reasons.

“Thank you.” Corpse said as he looked at you. “You look pretty.”

You blushed and turned your head away from him so he couldn’t see your pink cheeks. “Thank you.”

Corpse cleared his throat, “So uh, I don’t have a guest bedroom so I’ll take the couch for however long you want to stay.”

You quickly shot your head at him. “No no no I’m not letting you sleep on the couch in your own apartment.” You argued with him.

“Well, I’m not letting you sleep on the couch.” Corpse stated.

“Then we’ll share your bed.” You said with a shrug and headed towards his room to set your suitcase down, Royal following closely behind you. You didn’t see anything wrong with it. You and Rae share one whenever you guys sleep over at each other’s house and you thought this was no different

“O-okay.” He responded and quickly followed after you, “So, this is my room.” he said as you and him both entered.

“I like it!” You exclaimed as you looked around. You liked how dark it was in there. You smiled at him and he smiled back at you. That smile.. You thought and quickly fumbled with your suitcase as you set it down by his closet. Corpse came closer to you.

“Can I give you a hug?” Corpse said a little shyly, as if I’d say no.

“Of course!” You said and wrapped your arms around his neck. He was taken aback but quickly put his hands around your waist. You caught a whiff of his mild cologne which made you want to stay in the hug a little longer. You didn’t want to be weird though and pulled away from the embrace.

“I’m really happy you’re here.” He said as he looked into your eyes. I could kiss him right now, oh my God. Your mind raced, but you managed to get out some words.

“I am, too.” You said.

It’s only been about a day since you’ve been over at Corpse’s. Sharing the bed seems to be no big deal as he barely seems to sleep. You so far liked being there with him.

Right now, you were on the phone with an overly excited Rae.

“You’re at his HOUSE?!” She yelled excitedly in your ear. Your face cringed a little bit from the yelling.

“Yeah,” You told her, “He has a really nice place.” You said as you scanned his living room.

“I knew you guys would hit it off!” Rae said, “I should be a matchmaker or something.” You blushed at her comment.

“Nothing’s happened yet.” You said quietly, not wanting Corpse to hear you.

“Girl, you’re at his house.” Rae said in a obvious tone. You rolled your eyes.

“This could just mean he likes having me over as a FRIEND.” You told her. You were hoping that wasn’t the case though and Corpse did have feelings for you. You smiled at the thought.

“You are so oblivious.” Rae said with a sigh, “Anyway, I gotta go workout. Love ya! Hope everything goes well!” She said the last part in her sing songy voice.

“Love you too!” You said back and ended the call. What do I do now? You thought. Corpse was streaming so you couldn’t hangout with him right now and your physics class isn’t till a few hours. You were hungry, though, and decided to cook some lunch for you and Corpse. It’ll be a nice surprise for him. You smiled at the thought.

You made your delicious Dorito taco salad that you love so much. You made a bowl for Corpse as well and took it to his room where he resided. He didn’t seem to be streaming anymore and was just scrolling through Twitter on his computer.

“I come with food!” You say as you place the bowl down in front of him. You seem to have startled him as he jumped slightly when you spoke. He examined the bowl suspiciously.

“What is this?” He says cautiously of your creation.

“It’s Dorito taco salad.” You explain, “It has crushed up Doritos, of course, shredded chicken, lettuce, olives, and sour cream in it.” He seemed to be skeptical of it, which was a given every time you made it for someone new, but people ended up loving it when they tasted it. You were confused as to how many people found it weird since your mom made it for you when you were a kid a ton, so you were used to the delicious lunch dish.

“Okay.” He said and took a bite of it. His eyes lit up. “Oh my god, this is so good!” He exclaimed and took another bite. You giggled with excitement that he loved it like you did.

You both ate together and laid down on the bed as you talked about random things that were going on in your lives. You guys were laughing at a joke Corpse said until Corpse got serious.

“I have to tell you something.” Corpse said and looked into your eyes.

“Okay,” You said confused, “Go ahead.”

He took a deep breath. “I like you.” He confessed, “Like, romantically. I have for awhile now actually and I don’t know what it is about you and I thought I was done with love but you make me feel so happy and different from anyone else I’ve talked to. You don’t have to feel the same way but I couldn’t keep my feelings in for any longer.”

You paused for a moment. Is this actually happening? Are you in a dream? “I like you too, Corpse.” You say softly. His eyes beam with excitement..

“Really?” He asks.

You laugh at his bewilderment. “Yes, really!”

He tackles you in a hug on the bed. You giggle from his excitement. He’s on top of you and he lifts his head up from your neck to look you in the eyes. You get a rush of emotions as you see the care and love in his eyes as he’s looking at you.

You blurt out what you were thinking in that exact moment. “Kiss me.”

He leans in and kisses you softly. One hand is holding him up on the bed as the other is cupping your cheek. You take one hand and tangle it in his hair. This causes him to deepen the kiss with you. The kiss turns rough. You’re both so in the moment you don’t want to come up for air but you guys manage to keep going by taking in air when your lips part for brief moments. The hand that was cupping your cheek is now next to your head, taking the responsibility of holding him up. The other hand is trailing up and down your thigh, squeezing your thigh tightly ever so often. You eventually break the heated kiss and look up at him. You were hoping he could see the love you had for him in your eyes.

“I liked that.” You say smiling.

He chuckled at your words. “I like it too.”

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hi there! i rlly love how you write our volleyboys 😭🥺 i genuinely think you capture their character rlly well!!💗💗 may i request hcs or anything you feel for fem!y/n with suga, tsukki, daichi and asahi for a reader who doesn’t want kids? how they’d react and stuff like that. i’ve gotten really negative comments and i’ve always felt pressured in finding or having a partner and growing together bc of this making one of my deepest fears my s/o leaving me bc i don’t want children 🥲 thank you so much!💗 never stop creating i love what you do

pairing: timeskip!/aged up!tsukishima kei, daichi sawamura, asahi azumane, & sugawara kōshi, all with a Fem!Reader

warnings: talks about not wanting kids, anxious reader mostly in Suga’s but they all end fluffy promise!!!!!!

a/n: first of all, there is nothing wrong with you for not wanting to have kids. whoever tells you otherwise can suck my diCK because you are worth so much more than what your uterus can do for you. second omg i love this idea and was legit thinking about doing something like this so thank you so much for requesting! i had a marvel request like this once and really liked to explore this idea with characters i love! i hope you enjoy and i hope if you ever feel like you need to reach out to someone, you'll slide into my dms haha <3 you are wonderful my dear! and thank you so much for all the love!!!! also i’m so sorry for the ppl who sent in requests before this one LOL i just saw it and HAD to write it. i try to write all my fics in the order the requests come in but someone you just get the vibe!!!

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Tsukishima knew coming to this stupid party would've been a bad idea. He hated company gatherings but as a member of the Sendai City Museum, it was company policy that he come with. The only upside was that he didn't have to be alone. Even in this uncomfortable formal attire, as long as he was allowed to have you by his side, he didn't feel out of place.

"Aren't you two just the most perfect looking couple," an older lady crooned, smiling as she sat nearby the two of you. You both had grown tired of talking to sponsors and donors all night, most of them them inquiring about Tsukishima's work or about what you do professionally.

"All small talk, nothing of sustenance", Tsukishima had mumbled to you as he took a sip of the champagne in his hand. He had led you to one of the tables, letting you sit and rest or your feet while he stood behind you, gently tracing his fingers along your shoulders.

"Thank you, ma'am," you smiled at the lady, squeezing Tsukishima's hand with your own, giving him a smile as well.

"No ring?" She asked, curiously peeking at your finger. "Well you two are still young. Plenty of time to get married and have children." The lady's polite smile turned to her husband, as if talking to him about you two rather than actually discussing with you.

You felt Tsukishima freeze a little behind you, his fingers tensing against yours as he tried to hold back a scowl. He hated people who had no sense of keeping their nose out of other people's business.

You thought about how a ring would feel on your finger, glancing over your hand for a moment, though that was about all you thought about. Although you and Kei had never talked about it, you had never considered what life would be like with kids. It wasn't like you hated them or anything but you appreciated your life without them, getting to spend time with just you and Kei, and maybe a pet or two.

The lady must've seen you both shift your gaze's elsewhere, both of you trying to use it as a way to avoid the conversation. But rather than taking it as a out to drop the topic, she just pushed some more, "You are having children aren't you?"

Tsukishima tried to look over this lady and her dozing off husband that sat beside her. They didn't look too familiar, and although their dressings seemed fancier than necessary, he couldn't tell if they actually had money or if they were just playing a part. He would never want to compromise his position at the museum due to being rude to an important donor, but he also didn't want you to feel uncomfortable at an event that he invited you to. But... could he say anything? Was it his place?

"I believe that's up to my partner here," he finally spoke out, giving the lady a polite smile. "I have to admit, I enjoy our time together and I hope to propose to her when she's ready - if she'll have me of course," Tsukishima's voice turned playful as he squeezed your shoulder again, bringing your gaze to his and giving you a gentle wink.

"Well what's the point of being together if not for children," the lady huffed, shaking her head. "You young people nowadays, so selfish to not want to bring the best joy in the world and wanting to keep everything for yourself."

"Perhaps more people just want to live with their significant others," you suggested gently, leaning into Tsukishima's hand more. "Besides, wouldn't it be more important that every child have the best life that a parent could offer? Wouldn't it be important for those parents to actually want a child to make sure they can offer the best?" You asked, your voice still staying polite though you avoided her eyes. You knew if you kept looking at her, she might just get offended by your glare.

"You would want children, wouldn't you, young man?" She asked looking up at your boyfriend. "To carry on your name?"

You didn't want to look up at him, wondering if he was just putting on this front to make sure you weren't uncomfortable or if he actually didn't want kids. Would this turn into a conversation for later tonight? Would the two of you go home after this party and fight over what your futures look like?

"I think," Tsukishima started, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your forehead, "it's all her decision. Though many factors play into it, I'm not sure we would care about what the older generation thinks of our life. But thank you for your opinion."

The lady's jaw dropped just slightly as Tsukishima helped you up from the table, whisking you off with some excuse of, "Let's go look at the art some more, my dear."

You could still hear the lady spluttering about to her husband about how rude and selfish kids were these days but you couldn't help but laugh at how passive aggressive Tsukishima's polite tone was.

"You really struck a nerve with her, Kei," you laughed as he snickered, wrapping his arm around your waist. "Where would you like to go?" You asked, glancing around the museum halls.

"Anywhere, as long as we're far away from that hag," he chuckled, tugging you towards an emptier area. You laughed and insisted he be nicer, smiling as you looked around the room.

Maybe the conversation could just be forgotten, maybe you two could just live your lives without every considering it. But you were dating Tsukishima Kei after all, and he liked nothing more than answers to questions.

"I don't mind you know," he spoke up after a while, clearing his throat as the two of you looked at some animal display. "I don't think we have enough energy for kids."

You tore your eyes away from the display to look at him, only to find his eyes already on you. There was a gentle sincerity in his eyes, a honesty in his tone.

"Do you mean it?" You asked softly, just to be sure.

Tsukishima smiled and rolled his eyes playfully, flicking you in the head, "Of course, idiot. Why would I want some kid to take you away from me? Besides, we can just still Akiteru's kids every once and a while, spoli them rotten, and then give them back and not deal with any of the tantrums or diapers or crying," he grinned. The playful look on his face slowly settled as he looked at you, taking your chin in his hand gently, "If you'd like one, we can talk about it. But I'm in this relationship to be with you, Y/N, not anyone else. I like having you all to myself. We can grow old together and just be... us."

You didn't even realize tears were building in your eyes until once of them escaped and Tsukishima's thumb brushed it away, "Oi, don't cry on me, dummy," he scolded gently. "Don't you know I love you? Not your child-birthing ability?"

You wanted to thank him, wanted to tell him how much you appreciated him for making all of your insecurities disappear, but how could you even put that into words? He quickly grabbed your wrist, pulling you to him in a swift hug, gently patting your head as if saying it's okay. I love you too.

Daichi watched as the kids ran and scream across the playground, smiling to himself at the picture perfect moment. It was just early spring and people were starting to come outside more, colours were starting to bloom from flowers and trees.

And then there was you. The most beautiful girl he had ever had the privilege of knowing, calling to him and waving from up the road.

"Hey there, beautiful," Daichi smiled, pulling you into a hug and twirling you around as he greeted you. "Did you have a good day at work?"

You nodded with a smile, waving to the other teachers who were leaving the building. "Multiplication day," you explained to him with a laugh. "They're getting the hang of it slowly but the class is bright so I'm not worried."

"Not to mention they have the smartest teacher," he teased, interlacing your fingers as the two of you started to walk home together. Daichi always walked you home from work, every since the two of you got married last year. Any chance he could get, he would bring you home and the two of you would make dinner together.

It was a simple life but it was the best thing he could ask for. Tonight though was the day that Asahi and Sugawara were coming by for a visit, probably bringing some alcohol with them so the four of them could all reminisce and catch up in a proper manner.

You were ecstatic to find Asahi and Sugawara waiting for you two by the time you got home, eagerly hugging them both and small talk exchanged from all four of you. "You're early," Daichi complained a little. "We haven't even had time to make something to eat."

"Well we figured we could help!" Sugawara grinned. "Couldn't make you and Y/N do all the prep work."

"I don't mind," you laughed, ruffling up both of their hairs. "It feels like forever since I've seen you two!"

Suga and you exchanged some stories about your teacher lives while Asahi and Daichi started on the prep work for dinner, talking about some of the old Karasuno teammembers they had seen recently.

"This kitchen is so small," Sugawara complained as he bumped into Daichi for the fifth time while trying to wash the dishes that were no longer needed. "You two need a bigger space if you guys are going to start a family," he scolded playfully.

"Well I don't think any family of ours is going to be as big as you two," Daichi countered, swatting Suga in the head with a towel. "You're both massive. No kids of ours are going to be this big until at least they're 18, and by then, Y/N and I will probably have moved."

Asahi noticed first the way you froze, cutting up vegetables on the the nearby dining room table. You swallowed slowly as you continued chopping, hoping the conversation would move on.

"You say that, but kids are growing faster nowadays! Ask Y/N! My students are young but they're all probably going to be taller than me before they know it," Suga whined, pouting to himself over a lack of growth spurt.

"Hey Daichi, how's your work going?" Asahi asked quickly, hoping to spare you the embarrassment as he noted the way you avoided their eyes.

"It's alright. Speaking of kids though, one of my coworkers just had one!" Daichi exclaimed ecstatically. "Man, it sounds like such a rough time. I'll be a good husband though, Y/N, take care of you and everything, I-"

Daichi's eyes had moved to you, noting the way you were turned away from them. As much as he tried, you were refusing to look at him and you only ever really did that when you were upset. He shuffled in the kitchen with the boys, excusing himself to your side and gently touching your shoulder, "Y/N? Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?" he asked, glancning over the knife and cutting board quickly to see if there was any blood.

"I'm okay, don't worry," you stated quietly, gathering all the veggies in the nearby bowl.

"Wanna talk later?" He whispered softly, gently touching your head.

You swallowed and closed your eyes, trying to gather up the courage. Maybe Suga and Asahi would act as a buffer almost? If Daichi got mad at what you had to say, maybe he wouldn't be so angry with his friends around?

"I don't want kids."

Your voice was clear, sent through the awkward tension that hung in the air. Asahi and Suga shared a glance, ducking their heads down as they continued to make dinner.

"W-What?" Daichi frowned a little, kneeling down a little next to you so he could see your eyes. He frowned even more seeing the small tears building and hearing the way you were sniffling. "I... I thought you loved kids. I though that's why you wanted to be a teacher?"

"I do love kids. I never said I didn't. I just... don't want any," you tried to explain, sighing a little. You dried your hands on a nearby towel, blinking away the tears that were fast approaching. "I should've told you before, I-I'm sorry."

Daichi tried to think back to all the times the two of you had talked about a family... had there really been no discussing? He vaguely remembered one time that you had asked him how he felt about just it being the two of you... but he had always thought you were joking.

"Like... you don't want kids now or like... not ever?" Daichi asked softly, brushing the hair from your face. "It's okay, sweetheart, please talk to me."

That was one thing you loved about Daichi. No matter who was around, he always seemed so concerned about making you happy. It didn't matter if you two were arguing in a supermarket, he would do anything to make you smile again. You finally met his eyes, seeing the concern in them, wondering if there was also pity in them, like he pitied you for not wanting what people thought was the greatest joy.

"I see how the parents of my students are, Daichi," you whispered softly. "They're... They're not always happy. Some of them are, but... some used to be so much happier without kids. And I've never really wanted my own. I love kids and I love being with them but I don't want my whole life to be about coming home and taking care of them. I thought... I thought you and I would just be good being... you and I."

Daichi's mind raced to think of everything he wanted in life. He had always thought a successful future was one where he had a good job and a family to come home to. But... what was a family really? He glanced back at the boys who were clearly trying not to eavesdrop but Suga and Asahi both looked at him and gave him a small thumbs up.

Could this... could this be a family? Daichi knew he had to respond to you quick, he didn't want to just leave you hanging in your sadness. But could he be happy with just you and his friends?

"I'm sorry, Daichi," you mumbled nervously. "I-I understand if this is a deal breaker. I thought... I should've brought this up before we got married."

Daichi was quick to take your hand, shaking his head, "Y/N, I married you because I wanted to be with you... I can't deny that I've always wanted kids but... it's not like I'm giving birth to them right?" He laughed a little, trying to lighten the mood. "If you don't want kids, we won't have any. I'll just have to come visit your students every once and a while," he teased gently, cupping your cheeks in his hands. "Listen to me, Y/N, my future is with you. I used to think that a good life would mean a good job and a good family. But what kind of family would it be if I didn't have you? I'd rather have you and just be able to grow old together, than have 10 kids with someone I couldn't love as much as you," he told you softly, pressing his forehead to yours. "Please don't cry, darling, I promise it's okay. We'll get lots of pets alright?"

You laughed a little at this, nodding slowly. You watched his eyes, smiling sightly at how genuinely happy he was expressing how much he wanted to be with you. This was the Daichi you loved, the man that you stood up with in front of friends and family and said I do with.

"Besides, who needs kids when I've got those two in the kitchen?" Daichi laughed, helping you up from your chair and giving you a tight squeeze.

"Did you just call us children?" Suga yelped in defiance.

"Well I'm pretty sure Asahi just burned his hand on the stove so ya, you're both practically children," Daichi teased, Asahi starting to insist it wasn't his fault and that it really wasn't a bad burn.

You laughed and moved to go help him, finding a bandage for him in the cupboard after he had soaked it in some cold water.

Daichi watched as you interacted with his two best friends, smiling to himself as he pushed away all his worries. Maybe it wasn't the kids he wanted, maybe it was just the perfect people to be around. And this house filled with his best friends and the most wonderful wife he could ever have, were as perfect as he could ever hope for. And he wouldn't change that for any number of kids.

Asahi hadn’t ever really considered the idea of having kids. People always joked with him about it, especially Noya (”How are you ever going to be a good husband and father if you can’t man up, Asahi??”). Sure, he loved the idea of having a kid but he wasn’t really sure either of you were the parenting type.

He had specifically avoided the question all these years of you two dating, scared that you wanting a family and him being unsure would be a deal breaker for you. If you really wanted kids, he would go along with it, but honestly, Asahi loved you. And all he ever really needed was you.

It wasn’t until your parents brought it up during dinner one evening that the two of you were forced with the idea of having kids. You had been telling your parents about hoping for a promotion at work after your last project had gone so well, a huge smile on your face that suddenly froze as your mom spoke up.

“That’s good dear, but won’t they be worried about you going on maternity leave?”

Asahi practically choked on his tea, trying to remain somewhat composed as he spun his eyes over to you. Had you been pregnant this whole time and he hadn’t know? What kind of boyfriend was he for not knowing? Should he start seriously considering rings now? He had always looked but he thought you two had more time-

“Ma, don’t scared Asahi like that,” you responded quickly, waving your hands in the air towards him. “I’m not pregnant. And I’m not going on maternity leave.”

“Sure, not now. But soon right? You two are going to get married and have kids and live closeby for us to see our grandchildren,” your mom smiled, touching your dad’s hand gently.

“K-Kids,” you mumbled, glancing over at your boyfriend. Asahi was always pretty nervous around your parents, mostly because he didn’t ever want your loved ones to hate him. But this was worse. Asahi was practically a ghost, his face white as fresh snow in the wintertime. “I dunno if we’ll have kids, ma.”

Your mom hesitated and looked over at Asahi, as if expecting him to jump in and say we’ll talk about having kids later, or we’re not having kids yet but maybe in the future. But Asahi was just looking at you in surprise, unsure of what he should say.

“Come now, Y/N, you don’t want to deprive Asahi of having children. I’m sure he wants to have kids, don’t you?” Your mom asked, trying to get some sort of an answer from your boyfriend.

“H-Honestly, I’m just happy with Y/N,” Asahi admitted after a while, clearing his throat and staring at the food on his plate. “I never really considered having a big family, and honestly living and growing old with Y/N sounds just fine to me. So if you don’t want to have kids, we won’t,” he said slowly, looking over at you for his last few words.

You couldn’t deny how happy you were, seeing how honest he was and how firm his voice was in his opinion (though his eyes looked like they might cry soon). 

The two of you walked home in silence that night. Your parents didn’t live far from the apartment the two of you shared, so most nights after dinner with your parents, you would link arms and stargaze together.

But tonight was different. Neither one of you were sure if it should be brought up again, if everything that was said at the dinner table was actually honest and 100% true, or if anything else needed to be said.

“Asahi-”

“Y/N-”

You both turned to look at each other, laughing as you both interrupted one another, “You first,” he smiled, rubbing the back of his neck as the two of you paused on the sidewalk.

“If.... If you did want kids in the future... I think maybe some other girl might be better for you,” you admitted softly, shifting in your stance nervously. You loved Asahi so much, there wasn’t anything you wouldn’t do for him. But if his happiness was with someone else... how could you stand in the way?

“N-no!” Asahi yelped out, shaking his head. “I was... I was going to tell you that if you wanted to have kids... it’s okay if you wanted to see other people,” he explained with a laugh. “I know having a family is important to some people but... you’re the only family I really need,” he smiled at you, taking your hand gently in his.

“You promise?” You asked with wide eyes, looking up at him like he was the whole world standing here in front of you because he was your whole world.

“Of course,” Asahi grinned tugging on your wrist to pull you in for a hug, wrapping his arms around you. “Besides, we’ve got to get married and spend all our money on ourselves. Who has time for kids?” He chuckled, spinning you around as the evening turned darker, the two of you giggling about random other topics as if this hadn’t been the most anxiety-provoking conversation the two of you had had in a while. 

Asahi went to bed that night a few minutes after you, watching as you laid there next to him. He wanted nothing more than to watch you grow in your career, find the happiest parts of every day, and model all of his designs for him, for the rest of his life. He didn’t need anything else but you, and he had been sure of that since the first day he met you.

Sugawara hated Mondays, just like everyone else in the working world. Mondays seemed like the worst day for his classroom - they were always tired from the weekend which often meant some of them were grumpy or more active than usual. He always felt like he came home on Mondays more tired than other day - he would drag his feet home and plop onto the couch and wait for you to arrive from work with some takeout because you knew cooking on a Monday was a no.

You came home that day with a laugh in your voice, waving to someone from the door before closing ti behind you and smiling at your loving husband sprawled across the couch.

“Rough Monday?” You teased, because you knew the answer was always ‘yes’. Suga gave a groan as he pried himself from the cushions to help you set the dinner table, glancing out the window as he passed.

“Who were you talking to, love?” he asked, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Mm, our neighbour,” you smiled, your arms draped around his neck loosely. “She needed some help unloading the car cause she’s got that newborn. So I just helped her pack up her stroller and all.”

“Well isn’t my wife just the sweetest human being ever?” Sugawara beamed, peppering kisses to your face. “That must be tough though, can’t imagine it’s easy lugging around a stroller and trying to manage everything at home.

“Mm that’s for sure,” you agreed, turning back to the delicious smelling food that was ready to be eaten. “Got some of your favourite too!” You told him as you unpacked everything.

Suga’s mouth was already salivating as he thought about it, the two of you digging into the food in no time. Through mouthfuls of his dinner, he told you stories of his students, some good and some bad, some making you laugh and others making you scrunch up your nose in disgust.

“Kids are awful at this age sometimes,” he sighed, shaking his head. “But they’re a bright bunch... though I guess that makes it ever worse. If they weren’t so bright, I wouldn’t worry about them causing trouble as much.”

“They’re lucky to have a teacher who’s so eager to dote on them,” you smiled, drinking some water to clear your palette. “I couldn’t do that.”

“Teach?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

You nodded, “I don’t think I have the patience for one kid, let alone twenty.”

Maybe that should’ve been his first clue. Suga had brushed this comment off with a laugh, the two of you slowly cleaning up dinner when the plates were cleared and migrating to the couch where you could cuddle and watch some silly tv.

Suga perked up slightly as the night went on, hearing the faint sound of a baby crying through the walls, “Poor thing.”

“Ya, that poor mom. I think her husband works late too,” you sighed, leaning into his shoulder more.

“That’s the lucky thing, I guess. I just work school hours and I can do markings at home so you wouldn’t ever have to worry about me being late,” Suga smiled to himself, pressing a kiss to your head.

You didn’t answer right away, which maybe should’ve been his second clue. You sat up slowly, looking up at him with a somewhat confused look on your face, “What do you mean?”

Sugawara tilted his head at how puzzled you seemed, “I just mean you wouldn’t have to deal with a baby on your own. I’d be there to help obviously, and I’d be doing as much as I could to help the baby.”

“Baby?” You repeated slowly, shifting so you were properly facing him on the couch. “Kōshi, I thought we talked about this. I don’t want kids.”

The last words to leave your lips felt like a baseball bat to his stomach. A sinking, wanting-to-throw-up kind of feeling washed over Sugawara as he watched the seriousness in your expression, “When did we talk about that?” He asked with a frown, his shoulders falling slightly.

“Before we got married. I told you I wanted to focus on my career. I’ve never been... I’ve never wanted kids, Kōshi. And you said you were okay with that,” you were watching him so closely, a determination in your own eyes that made Suga shudder in surprise. You were so serious about this... had this really been what the two of you talked about all those years ago?

“I... I thought you meant for a while. I thought you meant you wanted to focus. on your career and then have kids later,” Suga admitted, his eyes falling to his hands on his lap. “I’m sorry, I must’ve misunderstood.”

The two of you fell silently after that, the sound of the baby crying and whimpering still seeping through the walls to add to the tension in the room. You swallowed hard as you watched Suga internalize this, waiting for him to say something. Anything.

You couldn’t help but think of the worst case scenario. You had to, you had to be ready for the absolute worst. If Suga decided that this was a dealbreaker for him... you two could get divorced. It wasn’t the easiest thing to explain to your family but at least you would be able to still get by on your own. The apartment was in both of your names so at least you could split that and maybe you could find a little one bedroom apartment somewhere. You could start over. 

It didn’t matter how easy it was to think of how your life would be without him. All the logistics were fine... but when you thought about a life without this man that you loved so dearly... your heart was breaking inside of you.

You felt your body hiccup before you even realized that tears were streaking down your face. Your whole body was getting ready for Suga to get up and leave, tell you he needed to think about this before just breaking things off with you tomorrow morning. Your hands were shaking in your lap, wondering if he would do it now, just rip the bandaid off - what would you do if he did? Where would you go?

Suga’s hand against yours shocked you from your spiralling thoughts, surprised to find him sitting closer to you and his eyes locked on yours in concern, “Baby, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He asked you with a furrow in his brow.

“I-I’m sorry,” you whimpered to him quietly. “I... I just don’t want them. I wouldn’t be happy. But I love you so much, Kōshi, and I don’t want you to leave-”

“Leave? Who said anything about leaving?” Suga shook his head, cupping your face in his hands. “I love you, Y/N. Having kids or not having kids doesn’t change any of that. if you say you don’t want kids ever... that’s okay. I guess I just hadn’t thought about what happens if we don’t have kids.” He admitted, brushing away your tears. “But I’m happy as long as I have you, I promise alright? Please don’t cry darling.”

You wanted to stop crying but his words just pulled more tears from your eyes and he tugged you into a tight hug, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he insisted, “I love you, baby. Not some unborn kid that doesn’t even exist in your future plan. I love you. I’m sorry I misunderstood what you meant before, I should’ve clarified earlier.”

The two of you sat there for a while, just holding onto each other. You had to talk yourself down from the anxious ledge you had propped yourself on, taking a few breaths to relax and tell yourself that Suga wasn’t leaving you.

“You promise you’re okay with it, Kōshi? I don’t want you to wake up one day and regret it,” you whispered to him as hours passed and the two of you were still sat there.

“I promise, my love,” he smiled, tilting your chin up so you could see him. “If something makes you unhappy, I don’t want to be anywhere near it. All I could possibly love and need, is you.”

You nodded slowly, clinging to him a little more as if worried he might disappear if you didn’t. Sugawara watched as you slowly drifted to sleep, feeling comforted just by holding you close. He watched you just for a moment before bringing you up to your bed and tucking himself in next to you. You were lying beside him, just like ever other night, and you loved him. And that was more enough for him.

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🚨 SELF-HATING EARTHLING ALERT! SELF-HATING EARTHLING ALERT!! 🚨

WOW... I took this long break from Twitter because I got tired of ppl like this. Why insult me then prevent me from replying? I guess it shows how much they don't want to get schooled. So, allow me to school them now publicly. 😉

First of all... the way this person's message is written is a bit confusing. Maybe because there's a lack of a period or a comma or a semicolon in one spot? I think it's meant to read like this...

"I've seen stupidity before, but yours has got to be among the worst of all. Like, who denies the entire francise literally saying Saiyans are the best and that the Humans are worth nothing just to fulfill their own bias feelings? 💀💀💀"

So, does this mean that you consider yourself to be one of those humans that are "worth nothing" as you stated before? I hope not, because I think being a human is amazing! So, why is it that there are DB fans like this who hate the human characters? 🤔

The most logical explanation I can come to the conclusion of is... THEY ARE SELF-HATING HUMANS.

Thinking Saiyans are cool is fine, but when it turns into hate for human characters; your own kind... That's kinda weird... This is like a person who hates humans and wishes they were an extinct dinosaur. Do you really wanna be part of a nearly extinct race who most lack compassion and enjoy slaughtering innocent people?

So before I get into the elaborated response, here's the short version.

THE SHORT ANSWER

I don't deny the entire franchise. Saiyans are great but not the best. The series let's us know every race has different advantages. Saiyans aren't naturally spiritual like Earthlings & Namekians. And without god ki, Saiyans fail in comparison to characters like Hit and Jiren who don't rely on god ki. Earthlings may be weaker in power but are far more skilled than Saiyans. Goku was raised as a human and that is the reason why he's so great now. Vegeta greatly improved as a person after becoming more like Earthlings.

Human influence is at the core of all the heroes characters in DB. So are humans "worth nothing?" No. Humans are extremely valuable assests in the world of DB. Only silly fans would hate the race that represents us.

Now allow me to elaborate. I'll present some questions and answer them...

DO I HATE SAIYANS? NOPE.

I just tire of the Saiyan worship and fans lying to make Saiyans look better than everyone else in DB.

If Saiyans are so great, why weren't all of them Super Saiyans? Not even Universe 6 Saiyans knew how to go SSJ. It took an EARTHLING raised Saiyan (one who considered himself HUMAN) to figure SSJ out.

Goku is still one of my favorite characters in DB. So are Tarble & Bardock, and those 2 were surpassed in power during the Saiyan saga.

Truth be told, I used to like Vegeta a lot, but many of his his stans are so toxic and annoying & his writing is terrible in the DBS manga, I came to dislike him over time. Plus he's evil & a crybaby throughout most of Z. Vegeta is at his best at the end of the Buu saga and EoZ when he becomes more like an EARTHLING & cares and fights for others.

ARE SAIYANS STRONG? YUP.

But, majority of Saiyans were the strength of Raditz or weaker. Meaning MOST SAIYANS ARE WEAKER THAN SAIBAIMEN. You know... like the Saibaimen that the 3 strongest Earthling warriors took out with ease at the begining of DBZ.

Krillin even took out the equivalent of 5 Saiyans in an instant with 1 attack.

Cui was the same strength as the prodigy Saiyans Vegeta before he got a zenkai. Zarbon, Dadoria, & the Ginyu Force were stronger than Vegeta too before he exploited and abused his zenkai. This means that other aliens were easily much stronger than the entire proud warrior race.

Thankfully the "worthless" HUMANS taught Goku & Vegeta how to train, how to sense ki, how to cultivate ki to increase their power, ect. Goku & Vegeta are so strong because of these HUMANS. Without HUMANS, Goku & Vegeta would all be far weaker than what they currently are. SSJ would've never been achieved if it wasn't for HUMAN influence.

Yes, Saiyans have zenkai & transformations to give them extra power, but that's all they rely on. Take those away and they're in trouble. The kind of touble that the "worth nothing" humans constantly fight without having the advantage of transformations and such.

Take god ki away from Goku and Vegeta and they stand zero chance against opponents like Hit or Jiren who do not use god ki. God ki is their current crutch and they would be just as useful as the rest of the cast in DBS without it.

DO I LOVE EARTHLINGS MORE THAN SAIYANS? YUP!

Duh! I'm an Earthling so of course Imma like them more. Not to mention Earthlings are funny and cool characters with great character arcs that are overlooked by majority of the fandom. Characters like Krillin, 18, 17, Yamcha, Chi-Chi, Tenshinhan, Videl, & Grampa Gohan are awesome!

HUMANS are the underdog race, yet they still fight against enemies far stronger by using their advanced knowledge of ki and extreme skill to make up where they lack in raw power. They also care for those around them and do their best to help others. HUMANS are just great characters.

But I don't like all the human characters. There are some terrible ones who abuse and kill others. I hate the 2 Earthlings in the Buu saga who killed an innocent elderly couple, then shot Mr. Satan.

THE IDEA THAT HUMANS ARE "WORTH NOTHING"

If you & others hate humans so much, then stop promoting VegeBul and GoChi. By this logic, Bulma is "worth nothing" to Vegeta and likewise Chi-Chi is "worth nothing" to Goku.

And if HUMANS are so worthless, then stop wanting the Saiyans to get with 18, Videl, Launch, and all the other worthless human women. The Saiyans should go find the non-existent female Saiyans of Universe 7! It only makes sense with your silly logic.

Better yet, why don't the surviving Saiyans leave Earth [the home of the humans] & go find their own planet? And Saiyans need to stop relying so much on resources of Earth.

Living on the HUMAN'S planet.

Using the EARTH'S senzu to heal themselves.

Using EARTH'S Room of Spirit & Time.

Eating the delicious HUMAN foods. (Goku doesn't need such a worthless cook like Chi-Chi to cook the most savory foods. Vegeta doesn't need to eat all the free food he wants thanks to the worthless and richest HUMAN women on Earth.)

Goku marries a "worth nothing" HUMAN & Goku's best friend is a HUMANS.

Vegeta living at Capsule Corp. for free before Vegeta marries a "worth nothing" HUMAN.

Vegeta constantly using the HUMAN made Gravity Chamber.

Saiyans need to stop relying on these HUMANS that are "worth nothing!" Can't they do anything themselves without Earthlings constantly helping them??

ARE SAIYANS TRULY THE "BEST"?

Ppl believe Saiyans are the greatest in everything. The series doesn't even support this idea of Saiyans being the best.

ARE SAIYANS THE BEST PARENTS? NOPE.

Goku is a good parent and Vegeta has become a decent parent, but the 2 best parents in DB are Krillin & 18, then Gohan & Videl. They are around their family often while someone like Vegeta spends more time time training than being with his family. And when training with Whis, Vegeta & Goku are gone for months at a time.

Most Saiyans don't form close family bonds. Vegeta needed to become more like HUMANS just to become a good parent. He began living as an Earthling and caring for others like an Earthling to the point he was willing to sacrifice his own life for them.

ARE SAIYANS THE STRONGEST? NOPE.

It's true that Saiyans can become the stronger easier than other races due to their genetic make-up. But it is VERY rare for Saiyans to find a transformation beyond the Oozaru form.

Most Saiyans were the same strength as or weaker than Saibaimen (as I stated earlier). Freeza was stronger than all the Saiyans & killed almost all Saiyans with the utmost ease in his 1st form. Krillin, Tien, & Yamcha are currently far stronger than 1st form Freeza now.

SAIYANS have natural power, genetic advantages and transformations to give them the edge, but EARTHLINGS have the most potential out of any race since they are born unable to use ki, yet they can become so ungodly strong from cultivating their ki. This is why Hybrids like Gohan are so strong. EARTHLING/SAIYAN HYBRIDS have human potential, but with Saiyan genetic advantages.

And if we look at the 2 strongest Saiyans in DBZ, neither Goku nor Vegeta could be a challenge for Beerus without learing god ki. {Goku even says he could never imagine getting to the level of SSG on his own.}

Without god ki, Goku nor Vegeta could even get close to Hit's power without training for many more years. By then their bodies would be out of its prime and they wouldn't be able to use their full power anymore.

Jiren is the strongest mortal in the multiverse (and that's without god ki). Freeza is as strong as SSB (without god ki). The series itself shows us that without divine power, Saiyan Saiyans can't compete with some races.

Every race in Dragon Ball has the potential to be great in many different ways. Even deeper, every individual perdon has potential to be great in their own way.

GOKU was considered low-class trash but rose to being one of the greates fighters.

KRILLIN was bullied and considered trash by the other monks, but now he is capable of destroying the Earth with ease.

JIREN was a helpless child who trained all of his life to become the strongest in the universe and succeeded.

The entire series shows that other characters are capable of great power & character development. So appreciate the humans a.k.a. the backbone of the series.