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writteninlunarlight-years · 21 hours

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hi :D!!! was wondering if you were still doing matchups? if so, i would like to request a bg3 match up with any of the ladies :3 also i wasn’t sure if i was supposed to describe me or my tav, but its pretty much a self insert so i hope this is ok hehe THANKS AGAIN OK LOVE YOU BYE <3

gender: trans man

pronouns: he/they

sexuality: i honestly have no idea lol, i prefer woman by a longshot though!!!

appearance: i’m 5’8” ish (~173 cm) and about 200 pounds (~91 kilos), olive skin with a bit of facial hair/stubble. i have kinda built arms and legs and a nice loveable tummy. pre top surgery though so i am always in a binder and baggy shirt. i’m growing out my mullet atm so my hair is kind of a mess but! it’s dark brown and curly :) i have lots of tattoos and piercings! my clothing style is usually some giant graphic tee and work pants with some converse or something. if i’m actually trying though, i kind of dress like a grandpa hehe

mtbi: infp, enneagram is either 2 or 4, it changes every time i take it lol

personality: gemini sun virgo moon gemini rising (don’t really care for astrology tbh), initially i am very reserved and quiet, but not like cold or aloof or anything! im just extremely nervous and shy!! i have been described as intimidating but i dont see it at ALL so take that with a grain of salt i suppose. once i’ve opened up though, i really enjoy making others laugh so i will take every opportunity to do so, even if it makes me look like an idiot lol. i tend to miss a LOT of social cues, so i usually come across as very awkward and weird, but i’ve gotten pretty good at playing it off

likes: i LOVE everything about music!! i play over 5 instruments, i listen to every genre (yes even country), and i’ve been playing in either ensembles, orchestras, or bands since i was 11. i was even a music major once upon a time! outside of music, i like cats (my cats are my favorite lol but i don’t discriminate!), video games, and occasionally reading

dislikes: i have pretty bad sensory issues so i fucking HATE places like malls, grocery stores, large department stores, etc. i also don’t like a majority of social situations with people i don’t already know, i always feel so awkward and get anxious. this one really gets people, but i don’t like a lot of foods that are widely considered to be good. for example, i dislike mac and cheese, potatoes, ketchup, and most fruits. every time i tell someone this, they literally act like i just confessed to murder

extra fun fact: i am a giant nerd. like i cannot state it enough I AM A NERD! my friends use me like human google all the time, and most of the time i have the answer 😭 not trying to imply that i’m a genius or something, i just hear a fun fact or random piece of information and then never ever forget it (did you know that for a majority of the year, the closest planet to earth is not venus or mars. it’s mercury!!)

BG3 extra:

race: half wood elf

class: wild magic sorcerer

alignment: neutral good

Don't Worry—I still have yours!! I was perplexed when I saw your PFP twice, lol. Sorry for the long wait, but here is your Match!! Also, as a Midwestern/Southerner, I enjoy the genre of Country, lol. ( I, too, am a nerd; I am my family's personal Calculator, though, lol)

~~~~~ MATCHUPS ~~~~~

Baldur's Gate 3

Shadowheart

~~~~~ HEADCANONS ~~~~~

Shadowheart is one to keep to herself as well. She likes the mysterious quiet. However, she did not oppose the notion of you being the group's leader.

She sees your anxiety around new people as a hindrance and a diversion. While you are awkwardly talking to others, she can use this time to gather hidden information or send Astarion on a pickpocketing hunt.

Your tics and antics may have frustrated her initially, but as you all grew to know one another, she found them sweet and endearing.

Soon, whenever a passerby points out your flaw, she is the first and last to defend you. (Miss Ma'am always has to get the last word in)

Shadowheart worked hard to earn your trust, and you worked hard to earn hers. Soon, you two were inseparable, for good or bad.

Shadowheart took your courting very seriously and ensured everyone at camp knew you were hers. She is a princess, after all, and gets what she wants.

If you are having a tough day around people, Shadowheart will be there to help. She has no problem leading things whenever you need her to.

When you two fight enemies, it is like watching the ocean move. You two are constantly in sync, and your health never drops below 50.

When you two officially start dating and make it public to everyone, she enjoys holding hands and soft pecks on the cheek. She is still a private person, but no harm in making sure the world knows she loves you.

When you two part ways from the others after the final battle, Shadowheart and you take on a tavern of your own in Baldurs Gate. She runs the finances and shipments while you run the entertainment and bar.

~~~~~ BLURB ~~~~~

The grove had been successfully saved. However, not every person at your party was ecstatic that you had made this choice; however, you knew you had made the right choice. With your camp full of new and old faces, you smiled, knowing that this was what you were made for right then. Though saving everyone was great and all, the loud, drunken party happening was the last thing you cared to participate in. You make your rounds to your companions to tell them when you will pack up and head out; you spot Shadowheart pouring herself a glass of wine. As you finish speaking to Karlach, you stand before the princess of the night.

Shadowheart smiles at you, gently extending a glass to you before speaking, "I knew you weren't quite the party type. I am surprised you even allowed this to happen at our camp." You laugh gently, nodding along, taking a swig of the wine. Looking out on your camp, you may not be one for large gatherings, but this was wholesome for the journey ahead. You turned back to Shadowheart as she spoke again, "We could escape from here for a while, allow you time to have a real reprieve from an intense battle versus throwing yourself into more uncomfortable situations." She always knew when you grew discontent with situations and quickly altered your group's direction. Though you may be the leader, your love and compassion for Shadowheart soon made her your second in command, much to Lazel's displeasure.

You nodded briefly to Shadowheart as she gently grabbed your hand and led you to a rock face far from camp. Privacy was excellent, and it allowed your mind to run freely for once since you were tasked with killing the Goblins. As you lounged back, sipping on the wine, Shadowheart looked at you. A simple conversation between you two led to something more intent and kind through the night. That night, you two decided to flourish in your relationship and walk through life together. Once dawn approached you, Shadowheart sat in your lap, staring out into the horizon. You gently moved some hair from her face. You smiled gently, whispering, "Because of you, my world may now be complete; fight with me, Shadowheart, and let our hearts beat as one once we are free again."

~~~~~ EXTRA ~~~~~

(You and Shadowheart had broken off from the group for the evening, taking a short stroll through Baldurs Gate. Thinking about what the future will have in store for you two as you approach the final battle)

Y/N: Princess, what if a life without Shar is genuinely not what you want. I do not want you to feel forced into a life of tavern-keeping with me.

Shadowheart: My goddess has already abandoned me since the trials. I am content now as long as I have you by my side, my love.

Y/N: When did you become so romantic? Weren't you always the brooding, icy-hearted mystery girl?

Shadowheart: That may have been me in the past, but as I have helped you through your trials, you have helped me, and I am grateful for that.

Y/N: (Smiles softly at the woman and leans in to kiss her)

Shadoheart: (places a hand on Y/N's lips, a large smirk evident on her face) However, since you seem to want to pick on me this evening, I could always return to being a brat.

Y/N: Oh, is that so? I am very sure I can handle it, my sweet. (Sweet kisses intensify)

#x reader #bg3 #baulders gate 3 #match up #bg3 x reader #headcanon #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #shadowheart x reader #shadowheart bg3 #shadowheart

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mangoisms · 6 months

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Im just soso obsessed with figuring out tim as a character rn i cant stop thinking abt it (ive always been a jason todd girlie but i read ur fic and that angsty twink latched onto me and refuses to let go)

I think u have a pretty good hold of him, especially bc in present comics writers are so intent on elevating tim in spite of other characters (barbara and her hacking skills for example, or any comparison made btw him and any robin, really) that most portrayals of him are so boring it makes me cry, while you on the other hand took the approach to write about his flaws (which are MANY) while still making him charming and handsome (he is so... !!!!)

To me flaws are also tied to not only the good traits of characters but also their core beliefs and ideals so what can you say abt tim?

I know he can be stupidly arrogant and patronizing at times, that he's always idolized the position and legacy of robin and constantly fights his insecurities with this role and his abilities for the job, that he can also be incredibly selfish or outright mean when it comes to being mindful of other people's feelings for the sake of logic (re when he didnt tell tam abt his dad not being actually dead), but at the same time i cant figure out exactly what he wants to do with his role as robin (or red robin) or why he would want to keep going when his main goals first were just making sure bruce wouldnt go down a dark path, im pretty sure he mentioned not being a vigilante forever but his actual goals remain unclear to me

(Im in the midst of reading his solo robin run but ive read red robin so give me a little room for this, you are definitely free to talk abt more of his comics bc i havent read everything yet and everything im saying should be taken with a grain of salt, video essays and the issues ive read can only get me so far)

He could have gained an inherent desire to help people after all his time as robin and the so fucked up shit that happened to him, maybe as a ways to channel his grief (much like dick and jason and bruce, im thinking abt identity crisis here) after he isnt "needed" as robin anymore, but at the same time that would be so tragic because he was supposed to be different to them, he was supposed to remark the importance of robin's role in helping be "batman's light" and not becoming like batman himself, its just so interesting and im still trying to really understand the extent of his character so id just. Love to get ur thoughts and musings on what fuels tim as a character and how you see him

(I dont have this problem with jason bc his moral conflict is very crystal clear to me and also so freaking juicy, his actions are logical and so understable, granted he also hasnt had as much screentime as tim and i can see when writers just Dont Get Him, misunderstanding the original intent of his character coming back etc etc etc, tim has grown and evolved throughout his tim as robin so this might factor in too)

Anyways sorry for the long post i hope this is alright !!! Loved ur fic to bits and ur writing is a blessing mwah

okay HI i am not exaggerating when i say that i have been thinking about this ask since you sent it HAHA tim is just a parasite in my brain he won't let go...

that's the funny thing about portrayals of him today... i feel like people want to elevate him as a potential batman or a character closest to bruce in terms of intelligence and detective skills, which isn't true at all, i think (because, exactly, you have babs Right There), and of course, narratively, this is all a good thing (this post covers it well, i think). it's in the same vein of people making tim out as the most dangerous person in the batfam, should he ever chose to go down the path, which i can partially blame red robin (2009) for with this panel....

(and i don't think that's true either. he has the potential to be dangerous just like any of the others but i think the ones to really be scared of are babs, dick, and cass but ANYWAY)

in general, red robin 2009 was a bumpy time for tim with bruce's death and his spiraling, but it seemed to really inform what they were going to do with his character. no more time for the civilian life, committing himself much more thoroughly to The Mission like bruce. which is, if you ask me, a negative progression of his character, which isn't bad, exactly, in terms of storytelling, but it feels like all we get are the 'good parts' now -- the intelligence, the status, the resources, and then we don't get to grapple with the consequences.

there were some in red robin 2009 but it was more tim accepting them and making no move to change his actions, which is fine, but now... idk. but i also don't touch modern comics with a ten foot pole so this could just be. Wrong. but that seems like what's going on. so i feel like that's where people get the idea of him being... idk not the Perfect Robin exactly but. you know?

no no yeah i totally agree!

re (because i want to break this down i'm telling you i have Been Thinking About This): at the same time i cant figure out exactly what he wants to do with his role as robin (or red robin) or why he would want to keep going when his main goals first were just making sure bruce wouldnt go down a dark path, im pretty sure he mentioned not being a vigilante forever but his actual goals remain unclear to me

exactly this. he did say that and i've reblogged this at some point i think, showing a panel from robin 1993 where he mentioned he wouldn't be a vigilante forever, then paralleled with that panel i put in earlier from red robin 2009. (there's this post, which touches on another thing about tim trying to set himself apart as having friends and thus not being bruce LOL which is another topic entirely)

i think that was what red robin 2009 was - a negative progression of his character, one that, again, we never really grapple with, especially as dc shoves robin back onto him now.

his motivations are an interesting thing to me, because he did start out coincidentally, saying batman needed a robin but he didn't assume he'd be that robin, it just kind of happened because he was there (well much more went into it but you know?).

but aside from that, i've never gotten the impression tim really does it for people. i mean batman in general has been about the detective work but i think towards the 80s/90s/00s there was a shift to focusing on the people but tim has never really struck me as a hero of the people. he's more about fighting crime than he is about helping people. i think it is partially informed by the genre - re detective comics, etc - but still. he's not like, say, peter parker/spider-man, who is a hero of the people, of the working class. the people are inherent to him as spider-man. tim does it out of duty and responsibility i think, being the light to batman's dark, of course, but he's also very much a teenage boy about being robin - the cool factor, pointedly mentioning he wants to let off steam by knocking around 'criminals' that kind of thing

which doesn't mean he's unfit for it but he operates in an odd grey area as far as his motivation goes, which i think is where we get red robin? he was defined by being robin and he did his job, then he got the boot. so it is very much an identity crisis but we're seeing that negative change as he changes for the worse, for something darker. i mean, yes, red robin 2009 was again bumpy because he was at a very low point in his life but in general, that run was dark for him.

editorial wise, we'd never get to see what they made of it because they did the reboot and started new-52 a few years after. but whether he'd continue being red robin/going down this path, or if he'd shed the identity and go for something lighter... it's hard to say.

i kind of like the thought that he'd change his identity and try to take a lighter approach, try to pull himself from bruce's influence, though with how it's all set it up, it seems fated that he'd end up there. there was red robin 2009, but then there was his sixteenth birthday incident (which sounds bad here and i'd read this before reading it myself but god when i read it it pissed me off so bad... really what turned me off bruce as a 'good' father figure, i can't lie). he ultimately ends up going back and becoming robin and this is the turning point for him where he agrees to enter this mindset that bruce wants him to be in. (this post talks mainly about timsteph but it is also a point to the end about the shift in his character and how that affected his relationships as well)

i mean i know red robin 2009 is marked by the grief of bruce's 'death' and a bunch of other Very Bad Shit but even when we got past that and he had his little 'Let me let in the people who love me because i am Not batman' he then proceeded to go a little surveillance crazy and make a hit list (something like that, it's been a while..) but. yeah.

ultimately, at the core of his character, i think he is good and compassionate and kind, so, even aside from all that (like the birthday incident), i think he would've made his way there eventually. it could maybe be why we see him returning to robin, if we wanted to try and pretend dc making him be robin is a completely normal and logical decision that they actually thought through. like a way to return to the bases and feel it out from there. though i still think they could've just. idk. given him a BREAK from vigilantism to figure it out. i'm a big proponent of civilians and their place amongst vigilantes and superheroes and i feel like tim's due a break, which is why i put that stuff in my fics. i do want to see him step back and try to figure out his life, because at one point, though robin 1993 was arguably defined by the balance between robin and tim drake and had plenty of civilian friends to keep things interesting, we don't see much as far as what he wants to do. which i suppose could be part of his relatability factor that tim drake, the character, was conceived with

but idk at this point they have to give us something 😭 anyway. this got VERY long i am very sorry.. i don't mind long asks either but i might've overshot my response... alas. i also hope i more or less answered your question??? if not feel free to slide back in here and talk to me! i rambled a bit here and it's like. 3am rn i'm scheduling this to post because i wanted to get it all written Now and. yeah.

thank you SO much very happy to hear you're enjoying everything <333 hope you continue to enjoy :**

#also thank YOU for all your thoughts?? like i said i was Thinkign About This #and i had posts in mind for it and yeah. yeah. i was thinking about it all week HAHA #but also like twin brain moment because you get him <3 he is charming and handsome but he also has SOOOO many flaws and is actually rlly #annoying and puts his foot in his mouth TOO MUCH #so. YEAH. sorry this is long don't feel obligated to respond to All Of This <3 but if you have any q's feel free to ask <3 #inbox #long post

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bicyclepainting · 2 years

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I didn't want to clog your post up with my replies but I wanted to know what's your favorite & least favorite cards (tarot and/or oracle) & what deck(s?) are they from? In the sense that I have a card that I tend to get lot & go, "oh...you again" so it's not my favorite lol doesn't help that more times than not it's not in my favor when I get it

omg im so excited u asked abt this, i already know its going to be a long, rambley post lol sorry

First i want to establish that i am a Super amateur tarot reader, and dont know too much about other kinds of card reading or anything like that

BUT with that being said, the deck i use is raider-waite inspired, im fairly sure. i got it in london on a school trip so dont know too much abt it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ but it is a renaissance-themed deck and absolutely gorgeous. but one thing i know for sure about my deck is that it is very dramatic lol it Loves to throw around the tower at situations that dont deem quite that level of flair. so besides the actual intimidating nature of the tower itself, im kind of wary when i see my deck use it because i kind of have to take it with a grain of salt. other than that, i really dont practice as regularly as i should but i use an app to track my spreads and stuff and it says i pull a lot of major arcana, which tracks with my analysis of my deck being dramatic <3 i say with love, of course

as for favorite cards, as the local astrology enthusiast, i would be remiss to say that the star isnt one of my favorites because it is the card representing aquarius. but like actually, im very partial to the nine of cups. in my deck its a very beautiful card, and has a very pretty purple on it, which is my favorite color at the moment. its also a card representing hope and wishes coming true. Plus nine is my favorite number. my deck likes to show me this card too, but its comforting <3

i hope that answers ur question lol

#answered #batch-of-pengwings #clover says things

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bmpmp3 · 3 years

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so i was watching the new mlp movie and with kids movies and kids media in general, one thing i like to do as an adult is try to view it from the perspective of: “would i like this if i was a kid” ‘cause like, obviously i also think about if adult me likes it too or if i think its well made but a kids movie is made for kids so it should be appealing to them first and foremost right? in my opinion at least

anyway yeah i always like to keep in the back of my mind the opinions of my 10 year old self while watching childrens movies but like also. if i was 3rd grader in 2021 and i saw A New Generation i absolutely would have watched this movie a lot but specifically so i could play out a way more serious and melodramatic high stakes version of the story and worldbuilding with my toys as i was watching. i would have made the antagonist some big menacing shadowy king of whatever and there would be at least 4 main character death fakeouts (possibly an actually death but maybe they got brought back through the magic of pokemon tears or something). the main character would have been replaced with a talking cat with fairy wings (dont worry about it) who solves all the problems and gets all the magic powers ever.

so maybe i should take my 10 year old self’s opinions with a grain of salt? or maybe that kid was right. maybe that is what childrens media should be like

#i wrote a disney fairies fanfic exactly like that when i was like 9. talking cat main character included. she had every talent.#i think i still have the word doc somewhere jdksfjfsds i dont think i got past 1 'chapter' (2 paragraphs in 72 size font) tho #girl my tastes as a kid were so like dramatic. stop being quirky and cute mr cartoon character the evil lord is coming to kill us all #i didnt want any grounded in reality low stakes shit i wanted high concept high fantasy i wanted drama i wanted BLOOD #straight up i think the reason i liked bratz rock angelz more than any other doll based movies was cause the like climax?#in the subway with evil simon cowell was pretty intense so it like bumped it up for me despite it being relatively grounded. sorta #i dont remember a lot of specifics of that movie sorry fsdkjfk #anyway my thoughts on the new mlp movie: it seems fine #it feels incredibly dated like both musically and conceptually like a relic from 2018 and im not so sure about the character designs still #(i like it mostly but i dunno about the lips and how forward facing the eyes are. the heart hooves are great)#(the toy designs look okay but i wouldntve liked them if i was a kid. i didnt like g3 as a kid tho so like)#(take child me's opinion with a grain of salt lol i woulda liked g2 a lot and maybe g4... only the small ones (lps kid))#(also i think hitch should have been a different colour or maybe a more green shade of yellow rn he looks too much like sunny imo)#it leans kind of heavy on g4 lore and im not so sure about that but maybe in the age of streaming it aint too bad #i know i definitely woulda found that fun as a kid like ooouuugh same world but like hundreds of years apart ouuuughhhhhh yes #what ruins will we explore....familiar ruins......loved that shit as a kid (and also now tbh)#the plot was pretty rushed since they were doing so much to set everything up in 90 minutes but eh its not the worst #the plot itself....not so sure about all these prejudice allegory fantasy stories chief. im sure they can be done well but man.#it is very easy to fumble the ball with this kinda thing. this one specifically didnt feel like the worst one ive seen at least #like i said i would have watched this movie a lot as a kid tho so yknow hdjklfjdskldf #like the thing is i would have noticed its a little weak in a lot of areas and i think because of that i would watch it specifically to #play out my own stories with my toys and flesh out the weaker parts with the little nuggets of worldbuilding they gave us #thats what happened with the first tinkerbell movie (its not a bad movie by any means but you gotta admit its the weakest)#(its like a tv pilot episode plot in movie form) when i was 8 like i knew it was flawed #kids can tell. but sometimes they like flawed stuff anyway dlksjfkdlsfd #and on the opposite end theres lots of kids media i think is very good and maybe i even like it now as an adult but like i would have HATED #as a kid like i did not like courage the cowardly dog as a kid. i didnt get it. i think its good now (although it still doesnt grab me orz)#and like i liked adventure time as a kid but i didnt like the direction it went it it was too mature for me #and man. steven universe is great. i would have loathed it as a kid jdksjfds too introspective for little me qwq #i dunno its interesting to think about sometimes! kids tastes can be complicated

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violetnotez · 3 years

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➯FIRST TIME | Itadori x virgin! reader | Jujutsu Kaisen

word count: 6,000+

warnings: SEX. MINORS DNI-also characters aged up :)

a/n: I havent wrote smut in a very, very looonngggg time- so sorry if its rough!

“Yuuji, please can I have just one?” You pleaded, your body currently laying on top of his as you gave him your best puppy eyed look.

You two were having a movie night, and even though you had eaten all your snacks, he refused to let you have some of his sour candy belts.

Didn’t the bastard love you enough to share?

Yuuji chuckled, the vibration soaking into your chest.

“You ate all of your candy! You’ve had enough for the night, or you won’t be able to sleep,”

“That just sounds like a lame excuse to not give me some,” you pouted, resting your hands lazily on his chest.

Yuuji places a chaste kiss on the top of your head, gobbling up a particularly sugary strip as if taunting you.

You mentally groaned in annoyance-

He definitely didn’t love you enough.

Suddenly, an evil idea coursed through your mind, a devilish grin spreading across your lips. You shuffled yourself on his chest, no longer laying on him but sitting, blocking his view of the TV.

You caught him giving you a quizzical look, those choclate brown eyes trying to understand what was going on.

“Fine then Yuuji-“ you grinned mischievously, reaching for his sugar glazed digits. “If you don’t want to give me some-“

Before he could process what you were planning, you brought his digits up to mouth, your lips wrapping around his fingers and giving a hard suck, tongue lapping you every grain of crystallized sugar.

You felt him shuffle under you, pelvis tightening under you and pushing up against your thighs. You snuck a look at him, his eyes wide like a deer in headlights, teeth gnawing on his bottom lip as he stared at your mouth around his skin.

You sucked his pointer slowly, silently releasing your tongue in his skin as you chuckled to yourself.

He just looked so shocked-serves him right for not sharing.

“Those were pretty good Yuuji, kinda see why you didn’t wanna share-hnng-“

You suddenly couldn’t breathe-but in the best way possible. Yuuji was practically strangling you with his lips, devouring you in one full swoop, his large palm forcing your neck into him. He tasted just like his fingers, but much more intense, and his skin was so soft that it had your head spinning.

Yuuji broke from your heated kiss, his lips now swollen and parted as he gasped for breath. Those brown eyes you knew so well seemed almost darker, and glazed, something in them entirely different from any other time he ever kissed you.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t maked out with him before-you had done it countless times. But each time he rarely ever lost control, always being incredibly sweet and comforting, making sure you felt as good as he did. His eyes were bright and hazy with ecstasy, always looking so dazed as if he had never kissed anyone before.

But right now, that sweet and caring Yuuji wasn’t entirely there-something else was taking over, and the look he was giving you was simultaneously nerve wracking and hot.

Like a predator looking at his prey-but fighting to hold itself back.

“You don’t know how bad I want you right now-you make it so hard for me to hold back sometimes babe,” he chuckled, his voice low and husky as he guided your face close to his, his honesty sending a shade of pink across his cheeks.

It was your turn to feel shocked-did sucking his fingers really turn him on this much? You didn’t even think it through-you were just feeling petty he wouldn’t give you food….

“Yuuji, I’m-Im so sorry, I didn’t mean-“ you began to stutter, fingers gripping his white tee as if begging him to believe you.

Fuck, now you felt terrible. Yuuji knew you were a virgin, and he was incredibly sweet about it, allowing you to decide when you wanted to go that far in your own time. He never pressured you, never made advances or hinted at it, even though at times you knew he wanted it. And you wanted to give him that...in time. But more and more, you felt you couldn’t hold yourself back either-he hadn’t ever given you a reason to not trust him-so why not cross it off your bucket list?

Yuuji looked smiled, but he looked let down, the expression making your heart feel broken.

“It’s okay babe...I know you didn’t mean anything by it...it’s my fault for not keeping myself under control. I-I like you a lot, but I understand if your still uncomfortable by the idea of doing that.”

That meaning sex. But-you hoenstly felt ready for it. Sex didn’t seem so scary with Yuuji, and for the first time you felt frustrated he was being so thoughtful.

He gave you an innocent kiss on your forhead, that sad smile still on his lips.

“Let’s just watch the movie, okay-“

You pursed your lips, towering yourself over Yuuji as best you could.

“No, Yuuji, I-I don’t want to watch,” you gulped down your anxiety, mustering the courage from your chest, “I’m ready. I want to do it. Now.”

Yuuji blinked a few times, gulping down saliva harshly.

“Are-are you sure? You don’t have to worry about me, I don’t want you doing this just because of what I said or-“

You forced your lips on his, your turn to suffocate him with your skin. Yuuji let out a small moan, the vibration sending heat into your lower abdomen.

“I’m ready-I’ve been ready.” You said truthfully, tucking your head gently into his shoulder as you gained control over your breathing. “I just-just be gentle, please?”

Yuuji quickly shuffled onto his elbows, his calloused digits gently guiding your face to look at his, a soft, excited expression glazed over his face.

“Of course I’ll go gentle, baby, I wouldnt dream of being anything else but that with you-“

Yuuji couldnt deny it-he was beyond excited. He waited so long, so damn long to get to this point where he could do more than kiss you and only touch above your waist.

He spent countless nights fantasizing over your body, imagining how soft your skin would be, the sound of your pretty moans as he worked you into an orgasm, or the way your ass would bounce as you rode his cock. He wondered how you would sound not just saying his name but moaning it,( maybe even screaming it if he was lucky) or how you would look with a fucked out expression, eyes rolled back and lips plump from so much force. He had to reserve those thoughts for when he was alone in the dead of night, because he would risk an automatic boner from the thoughts.

But now, all his waiting, all his kindness was finally paying off-you were ready. And even though he had minimal experience, he was ready to make this the most memorable experience for you. He was finally able to know what the real you felt like, and not just some made up fantasy in his mind to work him into a orgasm.

“Just tell me when you want to stop, and I promise I’ll end it,” he stated firmly with a gulp, his voice gentle as he stroked your cheek.

He marveled at the way you looked so sweet, almost innocent as you gave him a nervous smile, nodding your head as confirmation. That bravery finally was ebbing out of your system, and Yuuji was feeling that buzz of adrenaline course through his veins again.

“Okay, I’m going to roll you onto your back-ready?”

You nodded nervously, a hum of agreement sounding from your lips. Yuuji swiftly flipped you onto your back, his body now towering over yours.

He looked at you, noticing you looked nervous but not uncomfortable, deciding he had the green light as he began to kiss your lips again feverishly, trailing down your chin and onto the tender skin around your throat.

He began searching for your sweet spot, noticing how you squirmed and mewled in certain areas, your movements small and timid.

Yuuji sucked on the skin gently, loving how your hands gripped the back of his shirt at the new sensation. His tongue trailed a line against your throat, suddenly finding a spot that made you groan automatically.

Yuuji worked on that spot feverishly, knowing that it got a rise out of you as his hands began to sneakily work themselves under your top.

You were so lost in what he was doing to you that you didn’t even notice how deeply his hands were in your shirt, coaxing the fabric higher and higher.

Self confidence began to diminish, cause holy shit he was going to actually see you naked.

Your hands flew to his wrists, wrapping around the skin and forcing him to stop.

“You wanna stop?” he instantly asked, his brown warm eyes wide with confusion.

You instantly shook your head.

“No no! It’s just-I’m not as...well, fit-as you and...I don’t know, I don’t want you-“

“Hey-“ Yuuji said softly, his large hand encasing your cheek and making you look into his eyes. “I think your beautiful, every part of you. Don’t even worry what I think, because I promise you that I think you and your body are amazing.”

You smiled small at the words, feeling flustered by his compliments.

“There’s my pretty girl-“ he grinned, his thumb rubbing the skin of your cheek. “You still want to keep going?”

You nodded numbly, heart beating fast against your chest as he slowly guided you off your back, his calloused digits ghosting on your skin. He took his time, making sure not to rip the garment off of you by slowly ease it off your form as gently as possible. Almost as if you were made of glass.

Yuuji tossed the balled up clothing off the bed, his eyes wide as he stared at your form.

“Whoa…”

He was staring at you, but in a way that was so different-he was seeing you so vulnerable for the first time, and it was incredibly new to you. You felt insecurity bubble in you again, eyes drifting to the side as you bite your bottom lip.

You heard him chuckle, his hands wrapping around your waist but not brave enough to touch your chest.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?” He smiled, his cheeks a rosy red.

You watched him lick his lips as if he was contemplating something, your heart thumping at the simple motion.

“Can I...keep going?” He asked quietly, searching your face once again for confirmation, and again you nodded your head as a yes.

His lips formed into a giddy smile, giving you a kiss as his digits trailed to the back of your bra, stopping at the clasps. He pulled away from your lips slowly, a blush forming on his cheeks.

“I’m- I might need some help-I’ve never been good with the whole bra thing-“

All you could do was laugh, finding that to be such a “Yuuji” thing-sometimes he was so incredibly cute for the strangest things.

“Sure, Yuuji,” you giggled, kissing him quickly on the lips as you unclasped the bra yourself.

You felt the fabric loosen, and your nervousness picked up again as your hands halted, still holding the clasps together gently.

You got past getting your shirt off...but now your bra just felt so different too. You would be totally half naked-this was totally uncharted territory again, another hoop to jump through.

Yuuji instantly picked up in that, hand wrapping around your cheek lovingly.

“Feeling nervous again?” He asked gently,

You nodded your head, breathing in a deep breath.

“Can you-can you take off your shirt?” You said, swallowing a ball of saliva from your request. “I’d feel a little better if we had the same amount of clothes on-“

Yuuji smiled, almost in relief. “Yeah of course! We both are gonna be naked at some point, mine as well do it-“

In one swift motion he had ripped off his shirt, not a care in the world-and for good reason.

He was built perfectly, skin taught against his muscles, your eyes fixated on how the ripples moved with each motion.

How the hell was he this fucking hot?

You must have looked like a deer in headlights, because Yuuji chuckled saying, “I don’t think I’ve seen you stare this much since we saw that puppy at the park the other day-“

You swatted his chest, your nose scrunched up as you surprised a chuckle, giving him a fake glare.

“For your information, that puppy was adorable and you know it,” you laughed, feeling comfortbale enough to coax your bra off your body. You shuffled against the headboard of his bed, bra long forgotten on the sheets.

Yuuji gulped, realizing you were undressed from the top, his teeth gnawing at his lip at the sight in front of him.

“Look whose turn it is to stare,” you joked, yet the waver in your voice showed your true emotions.

“How can I not…” he breathed, his digits gently trailing against your stomach, “you’re perfect.”

“-can I touch you?” He asked quietly, his eyes looking up at your flustered expression.

You nodded gently, Yuuji’s face looking as nervous as yours as his digits rose to cup your breasts, giving the tender skin a squeeze.

He just looked in awe of your body, not fully aware of what to do-until his thumb rain against your harden nipples, a small mewl escaping your lips.

That seemed to wake him up, his lashes blinking a few times, leanng in and taking you into his mouth, his tomgue swirling against the sensitive bud.

The sensation coursed through your body deliciously, a long sigh escaping your lips as some pent up desire seemed to dissipate as he worked on your chest, placing open mouth kisses on your sensitive skin, licking the buds until you were moaning and tugging on his hair gently.

He seemed to be satisfied by your reactions, placing small kisses against your stomach, trailing down to where your pants met your skin.

You were catching your breath from the moments before, that heat in your core growing even more without to the point you were depserate for any release again. HIs wide eyes looed up at you, and digits loosely wrapped against the hem of your pants.

He was silently asking for permission yet again, your heart swooning at how gentle he was being with you.

“Yuuji…” you groaned out his name, voice airy yet full of desire, “need you there-”

You heard him chuckle, hands tightening slightly against your pants.

“God, you make it so hard to control myself...” he pushed back his hair with his hands, a small smile on his lips.

“But we cant do that just yet...okay if I take your pants off?”

What do he mean "not yet"? Why couldn’t he just fuck you now-you felt a little frustrated but more excited for what he had planned, quickly nodding your head as he pulled your underwear and pants off in one motion, the garments dropped to the floor.

Yuuji shuffled against the sheet, his hands trailing from your hip bone, around the curve your ass and against your thighs.

He gently bent your knees, making sure to keep an eye on your face and body language.

You had your eyes shut, feeling heat rushing to your face from nervousness, the air chilling your heated skin.

This didnt feel real...but it was at the same time. You could feel every touch from Yuuji, his hands getting closer and closer to your heat, your body aching forhim to touch you but terrified at the actual act.

“You have your eyes closed babe…is there anything on your mind?” He asked you gently, the sheets shifting as he lowered himself closer to your body.

You peaked your eyes open, breath hitching as you caught a glimpse of his face between your thighs. He looked so kind, that small grin he had making your heart thump in your chest.

“N-nothing,” you grinned sheepishly, shifting deeper on the bed, “just wanted you to keep going,”

Yuuji smiled, seemingly relieved to hear your answer.

His hands trailed dangerously close to your cunt, your eyes watching his every move. Until he faltered slightly, hands trailing in the crook of your thigh.

“So pretty…” he breathed under his breath, his digits finally touching you where you needed it most. He trailed a digit down your lower lips, a starngled breath escaping your mouth at the sudden sensation.

His digits lightly travelled up, almost testing how you’d react, pressing his thumb lightly against your clit.

“You’re so wet, and I barely touched you,”

Yuuji didn’t say it with an ounce of teasing or malice in his tone-it was almost he was speaking to himself, in awe at the thought that your body would react so well to his touch.

“Please Yuuji, keep-keep going,” you pleaded silently, slightly embarrassed at how needy you sounded.

You felt him come even closer to you, his breath fawning over your cunt.

“Of course baby,” was all he said, his thumb rubbing circles against your clit, the sensations sending warm pleasure throughout your body.

You sighed, a moan slipping from your mouth as you clutched the sheets, so engrossed by his touch.

The gentle touches slowly turned into harsher rubs, your body loving the course of pleasure riding throughout you. God, you loved this so much, this was so much better that doing this in your own-

“Hmmm, Yuuji,” you whined, the feeling of being empty making your body squirm in an attempt to feel whole again.

“Just wnated to try something else-“ he muttered with a grin, his hands quickly latching into your thighs with a frenzy you hadn’t seen before.

You quickly propped yourself up, curious to what he meant by “something else”, the question in your lips as Yuuji latched in to your clit with his mouth, your body suddenly falling back to the bed with a heavy moan.

Fuck, this felt good. His tongue was really going at it, lapping up everything you had, pressing hard again your clit to the point you were moaning out his name.

Yuuji entered a finger into your cunt slowly, the new sensation causing you to hitch your breath, feeling his thick knuckle against your walls.

Yuuji broke from your clit, chest rising and falling at a faster pace.

“Are you-are you okay with me doing that?” He asked, a quick nod coming from you.

“Yes, yes it’s okay,” you said feverishly, hating how your built up orgasm was dissappearing. “Just keep going!,”

Yuuji quickly listened to your request, going back to your cunt and lapping up your juices, pressing deep into you with his finger, which slowly turned into two right after.

You could feel him begin to spread his digits inside you, the sensation causing slightly discomfort at how new it felt.

Yuuji noticed your whine and how you shimmied in his touch, pressing a kiss to your lower stomach.

“Gotta-stretch you a bit, I’m sorry,” he apologized, giving you a soft gaze, “it’ll be better for when we do the real thing,”

You simply mumbled an okay, beginning to roll your hips slightly to his fingers, already feeling used to it and loving the feeling of his knuckles against your walls, driving in and out of you.

“Fuck-“ Yuuji sighed, watching your hips roll to the beat of his digits, mouth flying back to your clit and sucking on it harsher than before.

It felt like too much, his fingers running deep into you, his tongue pressing into you so well that the heat of your orgasm quickly built up in your stomach-

“Yu-Yuuji,!" you gasoed out, your back arching as the orgasm rushed over you, sending your body into overdrive. Yuuji continued to keep going in a rushed state, tongue lapping up every last drop of your juices. Even though it felt great, it was still too much on your body as your legs turned to jelly and your heat felt overly sensitive to his touch. Your hand that was curling his hair between your digits was now pushing him away, forcing him to keep off you with a lewd pop of his mouth.

Even though you were an embarrassed wreck, Yuuji was smiling as if he was on cloud nine.

“You don’t know...how long...I wanted to do that,” he said between breaths, his muscles responding to each inhale and exhale.

“Obviously-" You rolled your eyes playfully, your pussy pulsating as you tried to get down from your high.

Yuuji chuckled to himself, sitting under his knees, looking down at the sheets with a conflicted look.

That’s when you realized you could touch him now. This whole time he was touching you but...you hadn’t been able to feel him once. You never were able to run your hands against his chest, or press kisses over his skin, or even touch him where you knew he needed it most right now.

Your hand felt shaky but your mind determined, eyes trained on his skin.

Your digits gently touched his skin, traveling against his collarbone from his sternum, the peak of his abdominals, right down to his pelvic bone. His belt was right there, just asking to be taken off, your blood coursing with nervousness as you reached the object. You looked up at him wirh big doe eyes, biting your puffy bottom lip.

Fuck, you couldn’t look any hotter to him right now.

“Yuuji, please-“ you pleaded, hands gripping that belt like it was your anchor, “can you please just-just fuck me?”

Your face couldn’t even more embarrassed by what you just said, unable to imagine you had just said that out loud. Yuuji almost looked as if he felt the same way, his excitement getting the better of him as he furiously shook his head.

“Yeah, yeah yeah!” He repeated quickly, gulping down a ball of saliva as his hands feverishly undid his belt. “We can totally do that, no problem at all-“

His excitement made your nervousness fade slightly, a giggle escaping your lips.

“Someone’s excited,” you teased, watching as he fumbled to pull his jeans off of his legs. Your hands went to gently help to guide them down, Yuuji giving a sheepish grin.

“Well, how can I not-“ he said truthfully, kicking the fabric off his legs. “You’re my dream girl, I’ve always imagined how this would be like with you.”

God he was too sweet-you momentarily forgot of the sensual situation around you, heart full of love for the man in front of you.

“Has it been up to your expectation?”

“Above and beyond,” he responded sweetly, placing a quick kiss to your lips as his digits looped around his boxers, dragging them down.

Your breath hitched in your chest, eyes glued to Yuuji’s completely bare body. This was the first time you had seen him completely naked, and holy shit did he not disappoint.

Was it even fair to be this pretty? He looked unreal, his body a masterpiece of its own.

You gulped as you eyes trailed down to the sight of his dick, the skin flushed pink, the tip a bright red. You may not know much about dicks but, he most deifnitely was not average. His length and girth made you both terrified and excited, wondering if he really could fit inside you with how much he was packing.

Wait- if he was that big, could he seriously snap you in half?

Would you even stop him if he did?

Probabaly not.

Your mind was completely enraptured by his dick, hand gently reaching out to touch it, your mind now curious of what it would feel like to touch him like that.

You barely wrapped your hand around the shaft, when you heard a hiss from Yuuji, his eyes half lidded as he was holding himself back.

You felt a power come over you, thumb rubbing against a vein in the side of his shaft.

“Sensitive?” you whispered simply, Yuuji groaning as your digits gently trailed up his dick.

“Heh, Uh, y-yeah…mmm” he tried to make some type of intelligent answer, but fuck, it just felt too good. Even though you were barely doing anything, knowing you were practically in control was turning him on. You were becoming so sure of yourself for first time-and god, he was loving how you practically looked at him like you worshipped his body.

Oh fuck-your thumb rubbed against the slit of his dick, making him groan deeply as he fisted the sheets, trying so hard to hold back.

The thoughts running in his mind were no where near innocent, and his body was desperately wanting him to just shove your pretty lips onto his dick, seeing the spit dribble down your mouth, eyes teary from how well his dick made you feel-

“No-no more, baby,” he said breathlessly, hand flying to stop your wrists from exploring more of him. “I won’t be able to control myself if you keep going…”

“But I don’t want you control yourself Yuuji,” you stated softly. You didn’t seem fazed that he stopped you, only more intrigued and desperate, hands gliding up his chest and wrapping behind his neck. You pushed yourself into his chest, the feeling of your boobs so close making heat rush to his groin yet again.

“Damn, you really do make this hard-no pun intended,” he tried to laugh it off, but fuck, do you know how hard you’re making him, how painful this throbbing in his crouch was right now? All he wanted to do was pin you down, making you scream, take you all night long...but he knew his pretty girl couldn’t do all that on her first try. He was going to have to make it slow...but god, you weren’t making it easy.

“Let’s start, yeah? If that’s okay with you?”

“Mm-hmm,” you hummed in agreement, releasing your hold on Yuuji and laying yourself down.

“Just tell me what to do, okay?” you said quietly, Yuuji’s eyes completely glued onto the beauty of your body. “I trust you Yuuji.”

Yuuji’s chest filled with pride at the words, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“I promise I’m going to make this as great as I can for you,” he promised, a warm smile on his lips.

His hands wrapped around your hips, tugging you gently closer to him.

“Still up for it, pretty girl?” He asked, his thumb gently rubbing your waist as he hovered over you, his dick inches from your entrance.

“Yes, I wanna do it, I really wanna do it,” you repeated, your hips so desperate to find a release of tension between your thighs.

Yuuji chuckled, a simple “okay” dribbling from his lips as his hands lined himself up to your entrance, leaning into you as his muscular arms caged you in.

That first sensation of being filled by Yuuji were strange, your walls being stretched like never before.

You were right-he felt like he was going to break you in half, and you definitely needed adjusting to that monstrous cock.

It should be illegal for someone to be that big, cause- fuck, this kinda hurt.

“Wait, Wait...Yuuji-!” You patted against his chest, nails gripping for some level on grounding.

Yuuji was pressing kisses all over you shoulders and cheeks, whispering how well you were doing and how well you were taking him, muffled curses escaping under his breath.

You felt how tense his muscles were from the sensation of being inside you, your eyes squinted shut as you tried your hardest to feel comfortable around him.

“You-you o-okay?” He stuttered out, cheeks a cute shade of pink.

“Mm-hmm,” you hummed, nodding your head quickly as the sensation slowly ebbed into pleasure, “keep going-“

Yuuji took no time, slipping himself fully into you slowly. You felt that slight pain again, Yuuji kissing you to swallow your moans. Your back arched slightly from the feeling of him inside you so deeply, Yuuji groaning of being inside you.

“God, you’re so tight-“ he moaned, not even trying to be discrete at he stared at your body.

Yuuji was looking down at where his dick disappeared into you like he was completely in awe, chest heaving for breath at the sight.

Yout felt embarrasment fill your stomach, your hands flying to Yuuji’s chest and gripping his shoulders as hard as you could (which wasn’t very tight, your limbs felt like jelly).

“Yuuji-please-just starting moving,” you begged, Yuuji shaking his head out of his trance.

“Yeah-of course…” he said hastily, a sheepish grin enveloping on his face as he dipped out of you, and pushed back in.

The sensation sent a small squeak out of your lips, Yuuji smiling at how adorable you were. His skin felt flushed as he continued to pump in and out, trying so hard to be calm with his thrusts.

It was taking everything in him to just keep going softly, and not ram you into his headboard. But Yuuji was too sweet to take advantage of you like that, especially on your first time.

“Yuuji...you-you gotta go faster,” you grimaced as he halted inside you, missing how his dick rubbed against your soft walls.

To Yuuji, you said the magical words that were solving all his problems at the moment.

He slowly picked up the speed, moans slipping out of him as he pounded into you gently, loving the sweet faces you were making for him.

“Y-yyuji...y-you-mmm...you-gotta be...more-quiet,” you trembled between thrusts, your skin clammy with sweat and voice taking on a whiny tone as you tried to calm down your huney boyfriend.

“Hmm...babe,I-I can’t,” he groaned, “y-you just feels so good…well just say we-fuck... we- we were watching Fifty Shades of Grey- or..or something-"

You couldnt help but giggle at his words, the idea so silly coming out of him, a moan being ripped out of you suddenly as he hit a sweet spot inside you.

Yuuji picked up the pace after that, the sound of skin making a lewd echo through Yuuji’s small room. Anybody walking by could put two and two together, especially from the obnoxiously thin walls. But at that point, you couldn’t find a reason to care. The only thing on your mind was Yuuji’s dick slipping in and out, his pretty moans that he was only making because of you, the kisses he left on your skin, the way he praised you like you were the best thing in his life.

That build up of heat in your core began again, your legs spazzing at the overwhelming sensation.

“Baby, I’m gonna-“ Yuuji began to tell you, his thrusts now becoming way harsher to the point you were gripping onto his back just to feel connected to the ground.

“Me too,” you sighed tightly, trying to give him a smile that turned into a lewd expression as he hit that sweet spot deep inside you again.

You felt Yuuji’s dick twitch deep inside you, pausing slightly as warmth filled your walls. He stopped moving, catching his breath as his pink hair tickled your forehead.

You scrambled to grip his back, desperation in your voice as you whispered, “Please keep going”, needy to find your release.

“Sweet girl..” he chuckled breathlessly, obviously on cloud nine as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

Itadori did exactly that as he was told, pushing deep inside you to that delicious sweet spot, making you moan at the sensation. He picked up the pace, that warm knot in your stomach growing at a much faster pace. It felt like earlier, but so much more intense, making your brain turn to mush and your legs into jelly.

Yuuji was back at it with his sweet nothings, his words practically sobbed out from his overstimulation (poor thing).

“Cmon, please make that face again, god you look so pretty like that-“

“You doing okay? It feel good?”

“Fuck, you’re so tight fuck fuck fuck-“

You’re nails were gripping his shoulders, the slight sting making his arousal kick in even more, your moans of “I’m close-“ sending a shiver down his spine.

“Y-Yuuji-“ you cried out, his dick hitting that spot that made your whole world finally tumble, eyes rolling back and back arching as the shock wave rose through your body.

It felt so good, so so warm….you’d never get enough of this feeling.

You were breathing hard...but god that felt amazing. Even as you brought down from your high, you couldn’t help but smile. It just blissful, like a calm after a very (horny) storm.

Yuuji was trying to catch his breath as well, a sheepish grin on his face as he hovered your body, skin blushing red.

He gently pulled himself from you, that sensation of being empty making you feel slightly sad that it was over.

Oh well- there was always next time.

“So...uh-how was it?” He asked, his voice incredibly shy.

What he really meant was “How was I?”, that little bit of insecurity making your heart thump in your chest.

“You were perfect, Yuuji,” you smiled tiredly, digits wrapping around his cheeks as he beamed at you. He was just so adorable, like a proud puppy who was happy they pleased their owner.

“Good…” he smiled in relief, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He laid his body on yours, snuggling into your shoulder, which coaxed a giggle out of you at how needy he was being.

You tenderly brushed his damp hair off his forehead, twisting the pink strands around your finger, creating light curls in his soft hair.

An idea popped in your head, the image causing you to smile sheepishly.

“Hey Yuuji-” you asked, hearing a hum of recognition coming from his chest.

“Uh, next time, think I could take the lead?”

He instantly picked up his head, a little too excitedly.

“You mean… you be on top?”

“Yeah, why not- you took such could care of me,” you smiled, digits tracing his facial features, thumb barely grazing against his lip, “I want to return the favor.”

Yuuji gulped, eyes blown out in shock and excitement he was trying desperately to calm down.

“Y-yeah, uh, sure!” he chuckled gently, shuffling awkwardly on top of you.

You squinted your eyes mischievuosly, as you chuckled.

“You just got turned on again, didnt you?”

“Aw, cmon babe, how could I not?” he whined, trying to defend himself. “You said that way too hot!”

Bonus:

Yuuji had offered to take you out for ramen and some ice cream, feeling a little bad that when you tried to get up to the bathroom you could barely walk without limping like an old person.

Dressed up in one Yuuji’s old shirts you loved, a messy bun, and your favorite pair of shoes, you were holding hands with your boyfriend until you relaized you forgot your phone, running back to his room to get it.

Yuuji was left all alone, waiting for you outside as he noticed Megumi walk by.

“Hey Fushiguro!” Yuuji waved, a big smile on his face, “Me and y/n were gonna get some ramen! Wanna join?”

Megumi stopped, giving Yuuji a very painful, strained look, as if he couldnt bring himself to look at him.

“Is everything good Fushiguro?” Yuuji was honestly confused, tilting his head to the side.

Megumi sighed tightly, finally able to look his friend in the eye.

“The hell were you doing in your room earlier? I was trying to sleep and- uh…”

Yuuji had never seen his friend tongue tied, and honestly, he was too. He couldnt just tell him he was having sex- that would be so embrassing to say to him, no matter how close they were as friends.

So, Yuuji being Yuuji, he said the first thing he could think of.

“Uh- watching Fifty Shades of Grey?” he replied sheepishly, wishing he could kick himself after seeing Megumi’s very confused and slightly disgusted face.

Yuuji chuckled, scratching the back of head- damn him and his brain! He couldnt think of anything that sounded less creepy?

Both boys heard footsteps behind Yuuji, Megumi the first to see the person coming.

Suddenly, his cheeks turned a bright shade of red, eyes widened as he put two and two together.

“Right….” he drawled out, giving Yuuji a look that said “you're the worst liar Ive ever known”.

There you were, cheeks flushed, wearing a shirt a few sizes too big with messy hair and a slight limp to your walk.

Yeah, poor Yuuj was going to have to pay back Fushiguro. Big time.

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insecurities | l. juyeon

🧸 pairing: idol!juyeon x (insecure) fem!reader 🧸 word count: 2.7k 🧸 genre: angst, fluffy end 🧸 tw: mentions of insecurities, doubts 🧸 a/n: sorry i forgot to post, i had a busy day and im exhausted, i hope it's gonna be enough! 🧸 requested: yes! thank you, it is very cliché but i hope this is what you had in mind! 💝

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Juyeon came home tired but happy, excited to see you again after a long day of intense practice and a show where he participated as an MC. You, on the other hand, were not as happy as he was, but you were for sure tired of something.

You couldn’t deny it, dating Juyeon had positive points, he was everything you could ask for in a man, but there were just as many negative points. He was an attractive, sweet gentleman, and it was almost impossible for him not to attract other girls, not even doing it on purpose. And it was one of your many insecurities even if you considered yourself pretty, you couldn’t help but get insecure every time he talked to someone else.

Because let’s be honest, in the Korean music industry, every single woman looks like an absolute goddess. So, when he interacts with someone, and they’re a bit too friendly, your heart pinches in pain as he gives them the smile he keeps for you and you only.

You think that they are more interesting, prettier and funnier than you, which has the ability to send your thoughts to the dark side of self-consciousness, not feeling pretty or enough next to those women. And tonight, it was hard to watch on National TV your boyfriend being extremely friendly with the other MC.

You had tried to comfort yourself that it was just a mask, that he had to look friendly and handsome on TV. However, you couldn’t help feeling disappointment and anger as he gave attentive eyes to the other MC as she explained something, his eyes falling on her lips pressed against the mic.

Juyeon walks through the main door, tossing his keys on the chest of drawers, getting rid of his jacket and shoes before joining you in the living room, happy to see that you were watching the same channel he appeared on. Eyes glued on the screen, your thumb rubbed against your lips, feeling the skin of the cuticles you scratched while watching your boyfriend feeling rough against your lips.

“Hi love,” he said as he sat next to you, pressing his lips on your cheek. You didn’t react, only emitting a slight hum as he sat comfortably.

Juyeon frowned but didn’t raise your bad mood, trying to think what was going on inside your head. Maybe you had a bad day, or you were just tired, despite scratching his head and think, he couldn’t pinpoint what had brought you in such a bad mood.

“Did you have fun?” you bitterly spat, and Juyeon’s eyes widened, surprised by your tone, the wrinkle on his forehead deepening as his brows furrowed at your attitude.

“I did. Are you mad or something?” he bluntly asked, and you sighed, taking the remote to turn the TV off, falling in an unpleasant, uncomfortable silence.

“Oh no, I’m super fine. I really enjoyed my boyfriend giving heart eyes to another girl on national TV, it was such a nice thing to watch,” you bitterly chuckled, and Juyeon’s eyes widened even more, not expecting you to pull out the jealousy card on that.

“Babe, what are you talking about? You know-”

“Please, spare me your fake confusion and lame excuses, I clearly saw what I saw. My eyes never deceive me,” you said while standing up, but Juyeon was quick to imitate you and grab your wrist to prevent you from walking away. You tried to free yourself from his grip, but he only tightened his hand around it.

“Juyeon, let me go,” you said through clenched teeth, trying to prevent the tears from escaping your eyes. Breaking down was the last thing you wanted to do in this situation.

“Not before you explain to me what this fuss is all about,” he said, irritation replacing confusion in his eyes. You let out a mocking scoff, your eyes filled with anger and disdain boring into your boyfriend’s, holding eye contact for a few seconds.

“You really think I’m this dumb? I clearly saw the eyes you gave to the other MC when you were both animating the show. Cracking jokes, giving her smiles that could outshine the sun, your eyes ogling her lips when she was talking or smiling. Did you really think I wouldn’t catch that?” you raised your voice, letting anger take over your body.

“I never did all of that, I don’t know what you are insinuating,” he spat, trying not to show it, but your words hurt him, hating the fact that you could imagine him cheat on you or fancy another girl.

“Go on social media then, you will see what I am ‘insinuating’! Everyone is already talking about how whipped you are and how cute of a couple you would look together. Some fans are even starting to make edits!” you shouted, shoving your phone in your hoodie’s front pocket.

Juyeon sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose to calm his nerves a bit, a gesture that had the ability to enrage you even more. Your family used to do that when they found you annoying or wanted to belittle you, and now seeing Juyeon doing the exact same thing as them really made you even more insecure about this whole situation. Your family made you feel like a real burden during your childhood and teen years that it hurt you to think that Juyeon was probably agreeing with that thought right now.

“Y/N, I don’t know what you are talking about. I was just trying to be nice, I can’t be rude or it’s mine and the group’s reputation that I’ll take down with me-”

“No it’s okay, no need to explain yourself, the message was very clear,” you said, and you finally freed yourself from his grip, your heart breaking as Juyeon sighed in annoyance again, seeing him almost roll his eyes.

“It’s not what I meant, and you know it. Don’t react like that, please,” he started, but you waved your hand in front of you.

“No, no, I got it, you-”

“Y/N, for the love of God, stop being so fucking insecure, it’s getting so fucking annoying at this point! I can’t do anything without you getting fucking doubtful, start having faith in me and in this relationship, dammit!” your eyes widened as Juyeon eventually snapped, his mouth slowly closing as he stared at you, realisation hitting him that his words and tone made a lot of damage once he saw the tears gather in your eyes and roll down your cheeks.

The couch separated the two of you, creating the illusion of a painful wall that made you shiver, feeling like your apartment had lost all of its warmth on the spur of the moment. His words were brutal, and they bounced around your skull, your head turning towards the corridor to swallow the lump forming in your throat, trying not to break down in front of him.

“Y/N, I’m-”

“Leave me alone,” you replied, voice wavering as you walked out of the living room, slamming the bedroom door shut before locking it.

Juyeon sighed and carded his hands through his dark locks, closing his eyes as he thought of the words that had escaped his mouth too quickly. He cursed under his breath as the living room fell into a deafening silence, his hands linked at the back of his neck as he thought of what just happened.

“Why did I say that,” he muttered under his breath and collapsed on the couch, unlocking his phone and scrolling on social media to try and momentarily forget your beautiful face painted with a hurtful expression because of him, but it was to no avail.

He saw what you saw; the fiction, the edits, the collages, he saw and read everything. He already hated seeing you cry and being hurt, but he actually loathed himself for being such an idiot and not comfort you about the whole situation with what was happening on every social platform.

His heart shattered in millions of pieces as he pictured you crying in your shared bed, holding the stuffed animal he got you for your anniversary tight against your chest, letting you drown in your insecurities and intrusive thoughts. He loved you very much, but despite him trying to remind you every single day, your intrusive thoughts always managed to get the upper hand when you found yourself hanging out on your own or with some friends. It was as if your brain shut out everyone who tried to reassure you or make you feel better, letting you drown and struggle in your sorrow.

Yes, the other idols were pretty, but they were nothing compared to you. Juyeon had only eyes for you and cared about you and, of course, his members, but never had he thought about leaving you for someone else. His intentions were just to sound and appear nice and welcoming on TV because he knew that some fans, antis and media wouldn’t hesitate a second to bash him on different platforms and articles for his rudeness and insensitivity towards his idol colleague. And not only would he break his reputation, but also the group’s, and that’s the last thing he wanted.

However, he also understood that it was something hard to watch for you, even if he reminded you every single day that you were the only one that mattered in his eyes.

Sitting on the couch, he started reflecting, putting himself in your shoes for a second. How would he have reacted if he saw you being super friendly and affectionate to another man? Someone more handsome, nicer than him, cracking jokes here and there to see you smile and laugh.

He tossed his phone on the couch space next to him, where he wished you were instead of crying yourself in your shared bed, watching the device bounce, collide with the armrest and fall on the ground. He didn’t even fret checking if the screen cracked, head too high in his thoughts to bother.

Resting his elbows on his knees, he pressed his joined hands against his mouth, tongue poking his inner cheek as he realised he had really messed everything up. His knee started bouncing at the disgusting thought of losing you, perfectly knowing that he had to do something before you could slip through his hand like grains of sand.

Juyeon stood up and knocked on the bedroom door, softly calling for your name.

“Y/N?” he asked, and you didn’t respond, faintly hearing you cry on the other side of the wall. “Go away, please,” your strained voice barely making it to his ears, his fingers drumming against the surface of the door in frustration.

From your side of the bed, still holding that teddy bear close to your chest, you let your tears damp the top of its head, feeling the exhaustion of crying kicking in. Juyeon didn’t knock another time, trying not to push your buttons too much to save his chances to talk to you.

You heard a small thud on the lower part of the door, frowning as you wondered what it was. Deep breathings filled in the silence lingering in the corridor, selfishly feeling a bit relieved that you weren’t the only one hurt in this situation. Juyeon was a smart, tolerant man, he knew when to put his pride aside and not blame you for something you said or did. Well, it’s not the case for this time, and it’s probably exhaustion that spoke for him, and that, of course, doesn’t excuse anything, but he wanted to apologise and make up for everything.

“I know you probably don’t want to see me or hear my voice after what I’ve told you, but I really want to apologise for what I’ve said,” you held your breath to hear his faint, low voice on the other side of the door. You sat up and felt dizzy for a quick second, still holding the teddy bear against your chest, your face buried in its head as you let the tears keep rolling on your cheeks.

“I know it’s hard to date me, and I’m really sorry, I wish we had a simpler life, where we could hang out and go on dates like two normal people. It’s also hard for me to not be the type of boyfriend everyone wishes to have, but I’m so damn grateful to call you mine.” Juyeon marked a pause and ruffled his hair, pushing the front pieces away from his hair while thinking of his following words.

“I… you don’t know how much I’m sorry for using your insecurities against you. I shouldn’t have, it was the dumbest move I could ever do, but I just didn’t know what to answer. You are so pretty, so beautiful, amazing, and absolutely wonderful to have around to me, so seeing you this insecure makes me mad every time you compare yourself to someone you think looks prettier, thinner, or more perfect than you. It’s... really frustrating because I try my best to make you feel like a goddess and worth it every day, but those unrealistic society standards and god damn social media make you feel like you are not worth an ounce of love,” he took in a big breath and raised his knees upwards, letting his forearms rest on them.

You slowly opened the door behind him and dropped the teddy bear by his side, letting him know of your presence. He was quick to notice it and turn around to hug your legs tightly, your hands finding their way in his hair and started massaging his skull.

“I’m so sorry, Ju,” you faintly whispered, and he breathed in deeply against your skin as if he finally found you again after being separated from you for years.

He grabbed your cherished stuffed animal and stood up, holding it against your chest with a tender smile. He sat you down on the bed and gave you a proper hug, mouth pressing loving kisses on your forehead and temple as his hand caressed the back of your head, holding you as close to him as possible.

“I’m so sorry Y/N, I really am. I love you so, so much, I’m really sorry for all the stupid words I’ve thrown at you,” he said, and you shook your head, squeezing your arms around his middle tightly as an answer.

“I guess I have to accept that you have eyes only for me. But you know, it’s hard to acknowledge it and believe it when you find everyone around you ten times more beautiful than you are,” you mumbled against his chest as you sat on his lap, and he nodded, feeling a lump rising in his throat.

“I know Y/N, I know. I wish I could rid you of those insecurities, my heart breaks each time I see you so unsure of yourself. You're just so beautiful and amazing, it honestly kills me to see you like this,” he whispered, and you bitterly chuckled, gently pulling away to look at him with pearly eyes, his arms around you holding you still tight, making sure that you wouldn’t go too far from him.

“You can’t do that, but maybe you can help me soothe them by keeping loving me the way you’ve done since day one,” you mumbled, and he smiled, his eyes shining with tears just like yours.

You both cupped each other’s face and sadly smiled at the other, Juyeon feeling comforted at the sensation of your thumbs wiping the tears away from his cheeks and vice versa.

“We just need time, love, but I promise I’m going to help you realise how much you mean to me and how beautiful you are. And how much I don’t care about other girls,” he mumbled, and he gently drew your face closer to his, your lips grazing against his mouth. You closed your eyes at the proximity, feeling so much love and passion in his kiss that it was getting hard to breathe.

“I love you so much, Y/N,” Juyeon pulled away from your lips and whispered against your mouth, his hot breath mixing with yours.

“I love you too,” you smiled, burying your face in his neck, your boyfriend kissing the crown of your head while hugging you tight.

You giggled as Juyeon applied pressure on your waist, making you fall on your side on the bed. His hand gently cradled your cheek, thumb caressing your cheekbone with a soft smile on his face. You closed your eyes and pressed your forehead against his, feeling him chuckle and gently press his lips against yours.

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philipkindreddickhead · 3 years

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I often seen critiques of make up from an existential/philosophical perspective, but I rarely see criticism of cosmetics from a stand point of the very physical bodily harm it does. I think this is because the number of dangerous ingredients is so massive, and overlapping its an absolutely daunting task. So I've compiled the information I've found and bear with me its a lot. (This is from an American perspective. Sorry, thats what I know. However I would love it if people from other countries had things to add.)

First I want to get the "simple" stuff out of the way. I think almost everyone has heard about bacteria and fungi in makeup and that makeup causes acne from clogging pores. Makeup has a pretty strict shelf life, yet consumers are entirely supposed to self-police as Ive never seen a single expiration date on any cosmetic packaging. (I guess consumers are meant to pull this knowledge out of the ether or something. I only found out about it in a tumblr PSA. I did read that expirys are on products in Europe.) Beauty blenders are the worst offender because theyre almost always moist. When I was taught makeup I was told to wet my sponge so it would soak up less product. If you apply makeup daily your sponge is likely constantly damp. USA Today had an article which said that 96% of sponges had fungi and over 60% had E. Coli in them. But I think what people talk about less is the complication of problems from using other products in conjunction with dirty beauty blenders. USA Today warns its especially dangerous to use beauty blenders if you have damage to your skin like acne, cuts, or dry skin. However the most popular beauty products for washing your face contain walnut pieces for literally scrubbing your skin and creating microabrasions. If youre a frequent makeup user you probably know about the cyclical nature of applying foundation, breaking out, and then applying more foundation to cover the breakout. You may even be using scrubbing cleansers more frequently to combat the acne creating more tears. This can lead to "blood poisoning" and, though neither USA today or Forbes mentions this, blood poisoning (not a medical term btw. Its sepsis.) according to numerous medical sites has the potential to be extremely lethal. The symptoms are so similar to a regular flu its nearly impossible to self-diagnose.

The very first thing I was told when a friend handed me a jar of finishing powder- popular with many beauty gurus for the "baking" technique and considered a must have- was a joke about "clown lung." This was a reference to the main ingredient talc. Talc causes lung problems including cancer and respiratory illness. If anyone remembers the large Johnson and Johnson lawsuit from 2019 it was because theyd been putting talc into baby powder. Talc is dangerous because it's impossible to mine and seperate from ASBESTOS. Some high-end finishing powders will try to sell you on safe talc-free formulas but all the products I looked into contained mica instead which causes pneumoconiosis, colloquially known as "black lung disease." Like fucking coal miners get. Its not just present in finishing powder either. In my research it turned out that talc/asbestos are also present in many eyeshadows and other powder products. [Googleable, evidenced in J&J lawsuit]

Another industry to examine is nail salons. Toluene, Formaldehyde, Dibutyl Phthalate, and Methacrylate compounds are all dangerous ingredients and present in various salon products. These ingredients cause a range of problems from dizziness, drowsiness, birth defects, slow fetal growth, future intellectual disabilities in the fetus, eye skin and throat irritation, coughing, allergic reactions, asthma-like attacks, short-term memory loss, nausea, dermatitis, cancer, and misscarriage. Some nail products advertise that they are 3-free meaning that toluene, formaldehyde, and DP should be absent but often the labels are found to be completely inaccurate. It should be noted that the risk is mainly to salon workers and not patrons but ask yourself if it is right to place other people at serious risk for your aesthetic. OSHA does make an attempt to mitigate these risks however not once in my years of makeup queen did I see a salon following these directives which include constant air monitoring, half mask respirators with chemical cartridges, gloves, long sleeves, and safety glasses. (And Im not even going to touch issues of human trafficking/slave labour out of nail salons one case of which occured 5 days ago two hours away from me) It should also be noted that formaldehyde can also be found in hair relaxers and hair dyes. [Found articles in Scientific American and NYT]

I also found on the FDAs website that many cosmetics include heavy metals like arsenic, mercury, and lead. (Usually accompainied by a picture of lipstick so I assume that is the product most likely to contain it, however campaign for safe cosmetics lists foundation as containing heavy metals, and The Guardian has an article about skin lighteners from Asia and Africa containing mercury.) The website stated that the amount of these heavy metals in cosmetics is "safe" if used as intended. (and I'm going to come back to the concept of "intended use" later because thats a can of worms too) However, when searching for info on heavy metal safety I found this quote in regards to metals in food:

"Certain metals, such as arsenic, lead and mercury, have no established health benefit, and have been shown to lead to illness, impairment, and in high doses, death. Understanding the risk that harmful metals pose in our food supply is complicated by the fact that no single food source accounts for most people’s exposure to metals in foods. People’s exposure comes from many different foods containing these metals. Combining all of the foods we eat, even low levels of harmful metals from individual food sources, can sometimes add up to a level of concern"

So like, which is it? Is it a "safe amount" or is no amount of metal safe? I understand that in the case of certain foods like fish some amount of mercury poisoning is always expected but fish is also something you feed yourself and nourish your body with while cosmetics are completely unecessary to your survival. The mercury problem in fish is also mitigated by health warnings when mercury levels are particularly high but cosmetics have no such warning. Another warning on the site indicated that children should ingest NO amount of lead AT ALL because it is particularly harmful for kids yet theres no effort to stop children from using lead-containing cosmetics. I worked next to a Five Below where I was shocked to find they sold Jeffree Star and Anastasia eyeshadow dupes for five dollars which amounts to fucking pocket change for a lot of kids and kids do buy that stuff. I also think its ironic the FDA would have anything to say regarding cosmetics because in the very same article about heavy metals in cosmetics the FDA says that they DO NOT REGULATE cosmetics beyond the color additives.

Mascara, eyeliner, lipstick, and brow tint often contain carbon black. This is a color additive that is an incomplete combustion of carbon-based products. It can cause lung disease, cancer, and organ system toxicity, and eye, nose, throat irritation. The effects are mainly studied in rats and those at biggest risk are industrial workers but why do other workers have to endure lung problems for something so unecessary? [Easily googleable, NIH, CDC, WHO Europe]

This next bit I only want to mention briefly because I didnt find any particularly reputable sources about it, but its a claim that cropped up repeatedly and I think its an interesting one. Parabens, estrogen, phthalates (again), and pesticides in cosmetics are apparently linked to endocrine disorders and hormone dysregulation. Im not entirely sure what is meant by this accusation. Endocrine disorders include female diseases like PCOS and possibly endometriosis. None of these diseases is very well studied and the female endocrine system itself is not well studied either. Im not saying "cosmetics cause PCOS" because we dont know if PCOS or these other endocrine/hormonal disorders are genetic or environmental or both (it appears that PCOS is largely genetic and Endometriosis is likely autoimmune related) AND we dont appear to know for sure that cosmetic ingredients cause endocrine disorder. But I include anyway for a number of reasons:

If you happen to struggle with hormonal problems you may want to know cosmetics is a potential environment factor.

These conditions are incredibly painful. It will be a battle getting your doctor to even acknowledge that pain for diagnosis. PCOS is linked to diabetes, and heart disease. [Thanks @mother-of-pearl ] There is no cure and the treatments are often throwing hormonal birth control at it and hoping for the best.

I dont anticipate the link between cosmetics and endocrine disorders being studied any time soon or any endocrine disorders studied at all because the medical/scientific field is sexist. I dont want women to suffer in the mean time.

Now again, take this with a grain of salt because I couldnt find scientific or news sources for it. Dont fucking come for me. Im not gonna respond to you. [Most reputable source was a paper from the library of medicine at the national institutes of health but it was behind a paywall and I dont have 39 dollars to be right on tumblrdotcom]

Avoiding these ingredients is not as simple as scanning the label for them. As many beautubers and the community are no doubt aware considering multiple scandals over veganism. Products advertised as vegan or cruelty free but contain non-vegan carmine or are sold in China which legally requires the products to be animal tested. Cosmetic companies will hide ingredients claiming they are "trade secrets" or they will be placed under "fragrance." Many ingredients will be known by six or seven different names and asking consumers to be aware of seven different names for multiple ingredients requires consumers to be aware of innumerable different, often complicated ingredient names. I shouldnt have to point out that's a ridiculous burden to place on women. The EU banned 1,300 hazardous ingredients that the US did not. Cosmetic companies rely on women being unwilling/unable to bring in a list of 1,300 ingredients- with multiple names- every time they pop in to the drug store, sephora, or wherever. Buying "natural" products will not help you either. Theres no established criteria for natural/organic in costmetics, the FDA doesnt test these products, and "natural"=/= safe anyway. Plenty of plants and minerals are poisonous. One good example is traditional kohl products which advertise their natural status but also naturally contain lead and reiterating that natural powders contain mica. US courts are rarely on the side of consumers either. I found an interesting lawsuit against St. Ives for their apricot scrub taken to court for their "dermatologist tested" label despite it causing breakouts and cuts to the skin. The courts ruled that this label was fine because it only indicated that the product was TESTED not APPROVED by dermatologists. However I think any rational consumer would look at this label and assume the tests concluded it was safe for use or else why put the label on there?

[Googlable XMONDO drama, googlable laws wrt china and eu, already stated about FDA, FDA website about Kohl. Googled St. Ives lawsuit.]

I want to return to the idea of "intended use." This is sort of a fucky concept a lot of companies have ways of getting around. My "last straw" with makeup had to do with a run-in I had with Anastasia over their "Riviera" eyeshadow palette. In this pallette they had two colors that were the real feature of the palette, an electric neon purple and a radioactive pink I mean every photo, every promotion has these two colors swirled together around the eye. Because again, its an eyeshadow palette. When I buy the eyeshadow palette of course there's a little insert warning in the package that says these two shades are not intended on the eye area. In an eyeshadow palette. Contacting their customer service they told me that these two shades were meant to be used as a blush. neon purple blush. Not only that, but their website and instagram featured NO models wearing the shades as blush while EVERY model one or more of the shades as eyeshadow. When asked about this discrepancy ABH stopped responding. What I find egregious about this is the amount of people who dont know, and then more staggeringly; dont care. The sephora clerks didnt know, the in store abh representative didnt know, their customers didnt know, and when I told them they would respond with "oh, [brand] did the same thing with their [shade]." Sure enough, when I demanded that store clerks open the packaging to look for warnings nearly every product had an "eyeshadow" that was not intended for use on the eyes. Relegating dark, red-toned teal to "contour" and neon grean to "highlighter" US-based cosmetic junkies will say that these pigments have been approved for use by the EU however I found absolutely NO evidence of that. I googled it a thousand ways but all I ever found were blog posts, reddit comments, and one quote from an apparently nonEuropean layman in an Insider article. I even changed my location to France on ABH's website and the Norvina palette still contains the same warnings (not to harp on ABH in particular. I just know which shades in particular are the problem there). The Insider article noted that brands who were selling pressed pigments declined to comment. If the pressed pigments were EU friendly, I would think companies would be clamouring to say so. It also still makes their market as eyeshadow colors illegal in the US. (If any Europeans would like to chime in I'd love that.) Another problem I find with cosmetics companies and their reps is the claim that the worst thing that could happen is eye irritation for those with sensitive eyes and staining. How could they possibly know? The FDA doesnt test, or approve these cosmetics in the eye area, so ostensibly no one should be using it that way.

The next one is a bit of a "duh" but I'm going to talk about it anyway. Counterfeit cosmetics are a booming market full of untold dangers. Untold primarily because these products could contain literally anything. Ive read about glue, arsenic, lead, feces, staph, and horse urine to name a few. The labels and ingredient list on these products are fake. Legitimate brands often unintentionally play into the counterfeit market. They create artificial scarcity by making less of the product than is actually needed for consumer demand to create an even higher demand. If consumers miss out often their only chance at getting the product is to turn to counterfeits. I found examples of women who had their lips superglued, lips "turned to goo" and burned to blistering, throat closures, women with stys, contact dermatitis, eye infections. I think we as a society turn a blind eye to this problem because we think "hey, if youre buying counterfeits for a discount and you get hurt you deserve it." We imagine idiots buying products for 4 dollars from ebay or perusing Canal street for FEИTY beauty. But these counterfeits can be really convincing. I myself received a gift of a huda palette that I only recognized something was weird about it because I'd swatched it at sephora about five times earlier that month. The person who bought it for me actually paid MORE than the usual cost for the palette because it was advertised as a newer, better edition. The websites can be disturbingly similar. For instance Kylie Jenner's legitimate website is KylieCosmetics.com but you can find fakes at kyliecosmeticsshop.co.uk. These fakes can buy ad space and be one of the first sites that populate when you google the products instead of typing the legitimate site into the address bar. Counterfeits can also be bought and sold through third parties on websites like ebay, wish, and amazon. (My gift actually came from Amazon.)

[Netflix doc "Broken" ep "Makeup Mayhem" Corroborated by personal experience and google]

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thunderon · 3 years

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ok. Ok. Sent you an ask a bit ago assuming some things about Ninth naming conventions and Matthias Nonius and after reading 1 tumblr post and 3 google searches later, I have realized I was totally and obviously wrong on a lot of counts. In other news- according to Wikipedia, Nona is a goddess who’s part of the Fates and ‘spun the thread of life from her distaff to spindle’, and was often prayed to in the ninth month of pregnancy. There was a banner at the top asking for more credible sources though so this should probably be taken with a grain of salt. In other other news, I found the first page of gtn’s guide to naming conventions and “your last name always indicates the House you were born in, and is regarded as a part of your name: this is why Abigail Pent is known as both “Lady Abigail” and “Lady Pent” in a way that never would have been typical before the Resurrection: both Abigail and Pent are referent to her.” From this and the following paragraph (which mostly talks about siblings’ last names), I feel pretty safe assuming that it’s pretty rare to have the exact same last name as someone else, even if that someone else is already dead and/or it’s a legacy name. I’m going to guess that in the Ninth, it’s pretty common to take (a probably dead and venerated) someone’s name and use it as a base for new names. Ex.: Matthias Nonius -> Priamhark Noniusvianus, and Nona (last name unknown, although it is weird that the name we have right now could also function as a last name) -> Harrowhark Nonagesimus. Not so much of a direct example, but also Samuel Novenary -> Pelleamena Novenarius. Harrowhark knowing herself as the 87th Nona suggests there’s a lot of formality to this process. Also notable if I’m right on this: Nigella Shodash -> Ortus Nigenad. Nigella is a genus of plant who’s name comes from (according to Wiktionary) the nigellus, which comes from the Latin word for black, which I’m pretty sure is the same word Nigenad comes from, because I don’t know how else it could refer to the Ninth House/Black Vestals.

Finally, last pattern I noticed in my googling spree of Ninth last names is that 4/7 names seem to have a distant attachment to celestial navigation. Gideon Nav- nav as in navigation, also seems to be the root word for a lot of Latin words relating to ships and sailing; Matthias Nonius- a nonius was a device for taking finer measurements on an astrolabe, named after its’ inventor, Pedro Nunes/Petrus Nonius, a mathematician/cosmographer; Harrowhark Nonagesimus- nonagesimal can mean ‘the highest point or ninetieth degree of the elliptic intersecting with the horizon’. Ngl I don’t fully get what this means but it sounds like the sort of thing that would come in handy when you’re navigating by the sky; Harrow Nova- nova’s use as a distance indicator has it’s own subsection on the nova Wikipedia page. Nona isn’t a last name, but it is where the word noon comes from (nona hora -> ninth hour), when the sun is at it’s peak in the sky, which is probably something that has a lot of uses in celestial navigation, so it probably deserves a shoutout. All of this is very red-string and conspiracy corkboard but it’s weird and noticeable enough that I feel there’s a high chance it was purposeful. Also on the corkboard is that a sextant is ‘an instrument with a graduated arc of 60° and a sighting mechanism, used for measuring the angular distances between objects and especially for taking altitudes in navigation.’ which isn’t related to the point, but supports my 69 agenda. Anyways! Sorry for the two paragraphs of rambling but I felt the need to redeem myself after getting Ninth naming conventions so wrong, and then I fell down the research rabbit hole and here we are. Hope you’re having fun on your hiatus! And that this one is more safe for bears.

edit to add this: in the gtn content glossary or somewhere i think it stated that it’s really abnormal that two people take on the same last name, and if they do they have a ‘unit name’ (like the tridentarii). im going to verify that later when im less exhausted

oh i totally misunderstood the naming conventions as well. i just didnt redeem myself like you did lmao. but thanks so much for sharing your findings!!!!! that was interesting to read this in-depth breakdown :) ive never actually sat down and defined all the names but im extremely glad you did. great stuff really!!!!!

#asks #as for that bear comment…. this blogger is nsfb #NOT SAFE FOR BEARS #*revs car engine*#anyways seriously thank you #i enjoyed your name meta :)#sorry it took me so long to respond! i really wanted to sit down and read it closely #also again: my askbox needs sifting through #lol #i did read your other ask also tho!

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okay but now i wanna know your hcs about gaius not being a reliable source for magic 👀 -gwen-cheers-me-up

👀 sure @gwen-cheers-me-up!

i have a feeling this is going to get rambly so sorry in advance.

its not a very detailed headcanon. its just that gaius is only one man with whatever books he managed to gather and he shouldnt be treated like a definitive source information. i dont think he is lying or anything, i mean the characters shouldnt be doing this. they dont exactly have a choice but still, it's a miracle it didn't backfire completely at one point or another.

(i know the writing reason is gaius serving a very practical purpose of delivering information so the plot can do its thing. there are only so many minutes in an episode.)

firstly, his first hand accounts would have the bias him being a sorcerer from camelot brings, regardless of whatever sort of cultural biases a pre-uther sorcerer from camelot would have.

the druids and the high priestesses are the ones he most talks about, but he was an outsider to both of these groups. he isnt capable of knowing all the nuances or might have misunderstood certain things. theres just a lot of room for error on top of the bias him being a sorcerer from camelot brings.

(im pretty sure he says he isnt an expert a few times. i dont remember who he said it to, so grain of salt if it was arthur/uther because he would rightly want to seem like he doesnt know too much. this man isnt calming to be a database, he just gets used as one because he is the only one uther left alive with magic that the main cast has easy access to)

secondly, id like to think that his collection of saved magical tomes and books and such are... very eclectic. like think one form 40 years ago and another form 180 years ago. one written by x group of people about their own practices and one written by h group of people about p group of people. maybe one is a boastful auto biography of sorcerer j, maybe another is written my person d to discredit their rival f. also certain things survive more than others (the purge literally being an example of this). and some thing get written down more than others.

things change and words get lost in translation and people can just lie. and after that information is gone there is no way for the people on the other side to know which is which. they can make educated guess and experiment but they will never really know.

and gaius certainly didnt have time to decode and analyse his information, nor could he afford to pick and choose. uther already destroyed so many things. a bad source is at least a source.

thank you so much for asking this! i love rambling on about headcanons.

#ask #a cup of jasmine tea #mors meta #the inherent incompleteness of history and science my beloved #props to my lit teacher for teaching me something despite 90% of the class not wanting to learn

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mybrothershands · 3 years

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MBH/Dumpling Crossover 4/4

By myself and @diddlesanddoodles , edited by @thundering-susurrus

Saen was making quick work of his remaining peeled pumpkin, and Yale was pleased to have the whole pan filled and sizzling. The earthenware dish was stacked high enough, he felt, to warrant bringing it down to Kol and Quinn so they could get the first couple of the pies baking. Bart and Avery would have gotten the first few of the rocs onto the spits, and he was sure a few more would be chucked into one of the other ovens. If they timed it just right, just as one pie was finished baking, the next would be ready to put in, the goal being that all of the pies would be baked just as the last of the rocs finished off.

But the timing would be tight.

Ka did not seem to notice the change in pace, as he was focusing on the little stone he had brought up to his face to inspect. It looked much like a grain of rice between his fingers, but he lauded the girl's find nonetheless. "Kind of marbled and sparkly, isn't it?" he said, offering it back to Nenani.

Anything she might have said was drowned out by Cairo. From his vantage point on the table, he could very nearly bark directly into Ka's ear when he was bent down. So he did. "Ka!"

The giant flinched and looked up. "What is it now?"

Cairo simply pointed at the two pies Yale had brought over earlier. "Eat," he ordered.

"I have to get this done--"

"Don't argue with me! It could be hours before you get done," he said, still pointing.

Ka sighed and, making sure Nenani had taken the stone, reached for his satchel and rummaged around. Upon finding a spoon, he set the pack aside and reached to take one of the meat pies. "Demanding," he grumbled.

Yale turned to Saen, holding out the dish filled with cooked pumpkin. “Go run this to Quinn will ye?”

Wiping his hands on his apron, Saen rounded the table and claimed the dish from Yale before turning to hurry towards the archway.

“You’ve already got half of them done,” Nenani said, looking at the largely reduced pile of gourds. “How many pies do you need to make?”

“I think Quinn’s aimin’ fer about six,” Yale replied. “They’re pretty large ones, so they’ll be enough fer the top table, but the main attraction is sure to be the roasts.”

Just as Saen made it to the bottom of the stairs and into the kitchen proper, a loud voice bellowed from within. “IS THAT ALL YE THREE HAVE MANAGED?”

Yale froze, sighed, and mentally prepared himself for a tongue lashing. Even before Farris reached the top of the steps, he was continuing on with his tirade. “YE TELLIN’ ME THIS LOT CAN GET ALL THESE DAMN BIRDS DISPATCHED, PLUCKED, AND ROASTIN’ IN THE SAME TIME IT TAKES THREE OF YE TO PEEL AND FRY A SINGLE PLATE OF FUCKIN’ PUMPKIN?”

When he reached the landing, he stood with his arms akimbo and glowered fiercely at Yale and Ka. His face was already turning red, a single vein in his forehead throbbing with ire.

Ka nearly choked on his spoon, he jumped so hard. He pushed the pie back onto the table, a single scoop taken from it. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” he mumbled to himself as he tried to cut the pumpkin with the handle of the knife. The giant quickly spun the knife around. Within seconds he had gutted and broken down the pumpkin in his lap, and was reaching for another when another voice started barking commands.

"What did I just say? You need to eat something," Cairo said. In response, Ka shook his head, but did not speak. "Boy, you're twice his size. Stand up for yourself."

Still, the giant did not speak and kept his focus on peeling the next pumpkin.

Farris marched with purposeful strides towards them, his gaze set upon Ka. But at the last moments, as he reached them, he turned to Yale. “What in the seven hells are ye all doin’ out here that it takes ye thing long to get me some damn fried gourds, boy?”

“Sorry boss,” Yale replied mechanically. “We’re nearly done.”

“What’s the holdup then? Did ye forget we’re in a bit of a crisis here? Or ye feel like explainin’ to Master Donal why luncheon is late?” Farris demanded and shifted his ire towards Ka. He made note of the human man on the table, looking as irritable as Farris felt. He paid him no mind and focused instead on the giant peeling a pumpkin. And at a surprising speed, too. Farris would have been tempted to be impressed if the situation was different. Then he noted the still-uneaten pies and glowered at Ka.

“Well no wonder yer slower than the fuckin’ solstice,” Farris barked. “Ye still haven’t finished off them pies? The Dumplin’ eats faster than you. Scarf ‘em down and get to it!”

Sat down, Ka was no taller than Farris, and he felt the full heat of his angry rant. He slouched and physically shrank back from the shouts. Try as he might, he could not gather his wits against this man, especially when he was right in his face. "I'm trying, sir," Ka said. It was a moment before the words really sank in, and he understood. "O-oh," he said a bit stupidly.

"Told you," Cairo jeered. His hackles were still pricked, however, and he never took his gaze off of Farris. He stood tense, as if he thought he could do something.

Ka used this as a cue to peel his attention from the angry giant. He returned his hands to the table and took up the pie. Setting the edge of the dish against his mouth, he scooped a quarter of its contents into one cheek. He repeated this action until he looked a bit like a squirrel, then bobbed his head in thanks. "It's good!" Ka said, or at least tried to.

Farris huffed and regarded Ka with an unimpressed frown. “Good, he says. Boy, this is the king’s kitchen. Of course it’s good. We don’t serve the pig shit doled out at common taverns.”

His eyes turned to Cairo, and he noted the tensed muscles and the near battle stance the human man took. Farris matched the man’s glare. “Ye have somethin’ to say to me?”

The human stood there a moment, as if reconsidering, but did not give up his ground. He glanced at Ka, who was still choking down the other half of the first pie, and then back to the smaller giant. He at last smoothed his brow and calmed his stance exactly two notches. "No," he decided. "As long as you keep your paws off him."

Farris snorted a short humorless laugh. “So long as he does the work I’m payin’ for, I ain’t have any reason to lay a finger on him.”

Yale suppressed a look that might have made it seemed as though he would like to contradict his boss’s assertion. But with his self-preservation instinct well-honed after years of working under Farris, Yale turned his back and concentrated his frying pan.

“But I will say this,” Farris continued, the muscles in his shoulders pulling tightly. He leaned down closer to Cairo, pressing further into the human’s space and narrowing his eyes minutely. “First rule of my kitchens, little man: my word is law. So if I say ye need a smack to the head, yer gonna get a smack to the head. Don’t care whose brother ye are or ain’t.”

Ka glanced from the fuming giant to Cairo and back again, his worry mounting. He lowered his voice to a whisper. "H-he's not really going to--I mean, he won't hurt him...will he?" he said to whoever could hear.

"Oh, is that so?" Cairo jeered, "think yourself a tough boy? Well do ye?" He could feel the giant's breath on his face now, yet glared up undeterred. He glanced down to where Nenani was milling around. He did not see her rock, but was fairly certain she still had it on her.

"Y'know what I think?" Cairo said. "I think you're a soft little bastard, that's what!"

And with that, Farris spun on his heels and marched back across the yard and down into the kitchen. Yale was left a little speechless and turned to look back between Cairo and Ka and then to Nenani. She was the only one of the three to share Yale’s shock. He opened his mouth to say something, but paused when he saw Farris emerge again from the kitchen with a familiar cocotte tucked under one arm. Yale dutifully turned his back to his boss and concentrated on the frying pumpkin. He tried very hard not to snicker.

Farris did not acknowledge anyone as he calmly sat the cocotte down onto the table and pulled off the lid. Down near his feet, Nenani was looking between Farris and Yale and when the younger cook caught her eye, he winked at her. But she only looked more confused.

And then it happened.

With a swiftness and speed few people would have assumed Farris capable of, he reached out and grabbed Cairo, pinning the man’s arms to his sides, and swiftly plopping him down into the open pot. The lid was clapped on with a bang and Farris leaned his arm on top, turning to level a calm stare at Ka.

“This mouthy brother ‘a yer’s just earned himself ten minutes,” he said. He turned to Yale. “Hand me that rock there. Not the hot one. Don’t wanna cook 'im.”

Yale bent down to retrieve one of rocks that had been used to create a barrier for the fire pit, choosing the one farthest from the flames. It was barely warm. He handed it to Farris, shooting a slightly apologetic glance at Ka. Farris placed it on the lid and turned back to Ka.

“Ten minutes.”

Ka sat there for a short while, shoulders tense and eyes glued on the pot. Only after Farris backed away did he begin to relax. He seemed to find some kind of solace in Nenani's presence as well, and how comparatively calm she looked.

Still, his brother was in a pot.

Slowly, he reached across the table, his long arm easily closing the distance, and pulled it towards himself. Inside, Cairo was pounding against the side like a swarm of angry bees, to the point that even Ka did not want to open the lid. With the crock safely within his embrace, he went back to his pie. "Ka!" came a muffled voice. "Can you even hear me, you dumb oaf?"

"I can hear you," he mumbled.

"Well get me out of here! What are you waiting for, you useless giant?"

"Don't call me that," he muttered. "And Mister Farris said not to." He stole a glance at the man in question before turning to Yale--a seemingly safer option. "Does he usually do this?"

There was a part of Yale that felt very badly for Ka. For someone so tall, he very much looked like a kicked puppy. Farris eyed him for a moment, a silent command, and though he tried to keep his composure, the mask slipped and Yale snorted an undignified laugh.

“He’s been known to do it from time to time,” he chuckled. “Bit of a last resort sort ‘a thing.”

Yale wasn’t the only one to pick up on Ka’s morose expression and posture. Nenani walked over to his leg and patted it reassuringly. “Don’t worry. It’s like time out.”

Yale laughed properly. “Mostly it’s the brat in there though.”

Farris snorted.

“Nah. Had to use the bigger one. That one there wouldn’t have fit in the one I use with Jae,” he said. Seeming satisfied enough that Ka would not spring his brother from the cocotte before his time was served, Farris gestured to the rest of the pumpkins. “I expect the rest done up quick and brought down. I won’t have luncheon be late and I certainly ain’t sendin’ up sub-par pies to the top tables. I’d have Donal so far up my ass over it, I’d be able to smell his damn cologne.”

Ka seemed a bit distracted by Yale's laugh, but Farris's voice was loud enough to break the spell. "O-Oh. Yessir. We'll get it done. Not to fear." Switching his pie to the other hand, Ka reached down towards Nenani. His hand was still hesitant, but not nearly as much as when he had first tried. "Thank you, little one," he whispered, scratching her upper back with two fingers.

In the next half hour, they had all the pumpkins peeled and fried with spices mixed in. Pie crusts were brought from the ovens inside, filled with the hot mixture, then spirited away. Once Cairo was allowed free, he seemed a bit somber and even bitter. Maybe time-out did not work as well on adults. Ka tucked him into the hood of his overcoat, leaving his hands free to set to work.

When the pies were all squared away, he got back to his feet rather slowly, as if afraid he might bump his head, but there was nothing above him but grey skies. He more or less followed Yale around like an oversized duckling until he found something else to do. That "something else" happened to be helping someone hang decorations. One of the little giants was on a ladder trying to hang an autumn wreath, but the ladder was not cooperating. When Ka came up behind him to hold it steady, he met the man nearly eye-to-eye. He had not meant to scare him so badly, honest he hadn't, but he soon found himself left alone with the decorations.

"How...do I do this?" he mumbled to himself. It had been a while since he had last seen Yale, and from what he could tell, he had better things to do than babysit a tenderfoot.

"It doesn't matter," came a coarse voice behind him. Cairo was nearly asleep in his makeshift hammock. "Just hang em any old place. Your guess is as good as theirs."

"But I want to make it look nice," Ka said, unraveling a leafy garland. "They probably have a place where they normally put everything."

"Put a wreath on your head, it should fit," said the human as he picked his teeth.

"No, Cairo."

Farris emerged from the kitchens tired, but satisfied. The food had gone up on time and without issue and so he would have one more day without another one of Donal’s reprimands. Not that Farris put much weight in them. He was simply sick of hearing them.

In his hand, he carried a small but weighted purse and strode across the courtyard towards Ka. But he paused when he saw the boy hanging a garland, a task given specifically to Gjerk. He turned on his heels to holler down into the kitchens.

“Gjerk, ye twig-armed ninny!” he bellowed. “What kind of lame legged lizard are ye to be pawnin’ off yer duties, eh?”

The bushel of bright orange hair peeked warily out from the stairwell. “Nothing sir! It’s just…well, he’s so much taller and…”

“And too polite tell ye to fuck off,” he barked. “Go see Bart and tell him ye just volunteered to scrub the privies.”

The younger giant’s face fell, and he looked as though he wished to protest, but the seething glare from Farris burnt up any objections and the tenderfoot sullenly turned away.

Farris huffed and turned back to where Ka was finishing up the decorations.

“Ye did good work today, lad. Much appreciated,” he said and held out the purse. “This is fer you.”

The giant paused in his work, hurriedly hooked the garland over the corner of the roof, and pulled his arms close to his body. "I'm sorry?" He avoided the man's eyes, glancing instead to where he had seen the boy called "Yerk" disappear. His brow worried as he clenched his jaw. He felt so bad for causing the boy such trouble. "This?" he asked when the pouch was impatiently placed in his right palm. It sounded like coin. "You...want me to take this somewhere? To get more groceries or something?" He felt Cairo shifting in the hood on his back and silently hoped he would keep his mouth shut, but it was not to be.

"What is it." he demanded.

"Coin," Ka murmured.

"I wasn't asking you," he said, tugging on a lock of his brother's hair.

At the human’s tone, Farris snorted. The urge to reintroduce the human back into the cocotte was strong. However, the trade of effort and reward was too far skewed from his favor, and so he allowed it to pass without further comment, except to answer Cairo’s initial question.

“Yer pay,” he said to the human before turning his eyes upwards to Ka. “Honest pay fer an honest day’s work. And my thanks.”

He had been perhaps a little more generous than he would have been normally, but if there was one thing his mother had instilled within him more than anything, it was to make sure no one under his roof ever went hungry. Ka had done the job of two men, and clearly he had not been getting enough to eat to sustain his considerable height. For all his mass, the boy was not much more than an overgrown sapling. A decent wind could blow him over.

The boy needed more than just food for the moment. He needed the coin to get more down the road.Farris only hoped that whichever road Ka was going down, they accepted Vhasshalan minted coins.

Shaking his head, the giant opened the purse and prodded the coins. They were strange to him, and small, but he didn't need a scale to tell this was a decent amount of money. He frowned at it, confused. Was there something he'd misunderstood? "But...you fed me." He met the man's eyes and instantly wished he had not--they were the kind that could cut. He returned his gaze to the sack in his palm. "It was good food, too. You don't have to do this," he offered the sack back.

Something thumped him in the back of his neck. "Just accept it, you stupid dog," Cairo growled fiercely. "I'll not have you go hungry over your own--mrrph!" he sputtered as an enormous hand clamped over his head and chest. It only took about three seconds before he bit down on his brother's finger, which was answered with a yelp."--your own sheepishness," he finished.

Farris eyed the pouch sitting in Ka’s open palm, appearing laughably small, and growled. His favor was a hard-won thing, and perhaps he had grown a little too used to folks understanding just what it meant for him to bestow it upon them. Ka was a stranger, though, and did not have a full grasp of the minutiae of the Vhasshalan kitchens or the way in which Farris ran them. If he ever put any real meat on his bones, the lad would be a right mountain. He had an honest spirit about him but was as meek and timid as a beaten pup.

“Yer gonna stash that purse in yer damn pocket, boy,” he told the much taller giant with a forceful jab of his finger. “And yer gonna heed that one’s words. Or so help me I’ll kick yer sorry arse from here to Garrish Hills.”

Ka felt a light tap on the back of his neck "Toldja so," Cairo barked almost immediately.

"Oh..." he backed away from the upheld finger and tucked the coin purse against his body. This man came only up to his waist, and yet his strength of person made him take a step back.

Farris's words were softer this time, though. He was used to judging Cairo's levels of harshness, and somehow this tone worked at the corners of his mouth. Someone was being kind to him, he realized after a time, and it made him feel warm inside. "Thank you sir," he smiled and, without thinking, got down on his knees in the grass and wrapped his arms around the little man. "Thank you."

As Ka’s long arms encased him tightly--Gods the boy was stronger than he looked--hot indignation roiled up from Farris’s chest, and his first instinct was to fling his arms out and push him away. But as he heard Ka’s words of thanks, he paused. Begrudgingly. And then he heard a telltale sound of his cooks snickering from the doorway.

“Alright,” Farris mumbled, wiggling experimentally to prompt the other to release him. But when it was obvious that Ka had either not heard him or chose to ignore him, he pushed against the taller giant’s chest and stepped back, effectively yanking himself from Ka’s grip. “Alright I said!”

Ka backed away hurriedly, nearly falling on his haunches. The only thing that kept him from doing so was the fact that Cairo was still resting in his hood, and if he fell all the way back...

"S-sorry, sir. Thank you." Ka said as he steadied himself. The man scared him more than he'd like to admit. Yet in the back of his mind, Farris reminded him a lot of Cairo, and Cairo would not want him to be skittish of him. Ka frowned. For once in his life, he was glad his brother was no bigger than he was.

"Get up and dust your pants off," the human grumbled, pulling a ringlet of Ka's hair. "We've gotta get a move on. Come on, he's not gonna bite you." To this, the giant shook his head to free his hair but did as he was told.

Ka did his best to meet Farris's eye but could only manage such for a single second. "Thank you again, sir," he said as he backed away a few paces, then seemed to falter in place. "Wait, I almost forgot." He reached in his pocket and extracted a single coin the size of a human’s head, with a diamond hole cut in the center. "I wanted to give this to the girl, but...I forgot. It isn't worth much, but she likes collecting stones so I thought..." he shook his head and placed it in the man's hand as he had done for him. "Sorry, I've got to go, erm. Tell her goodbye for me if I don't see her on my way out...uhm thank you," he said for the fifth time, finally waving before turning heel.

"Real smooth, bud," Cairo sniped. Ka shrugged and grumbled as he made his way to the gatehouse. They were good people and, he realized, he may miss them. Maybe they would have him back someday, if he could find his way. The giant looked down to his chest-pocket and the coin purse that rested there and resolved to save at least one as a keepsake.

#crossover with doobdles

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nullvoid868 · 3 years

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Dusty wings and sleep deprivation (G/t fluff)

This is something I wrote to try to get a feel for some new OC’s, and original content in general. its just a fluffy G/t story, with a moth based species of borrower. enjoy!

Chion’s wings twitched uselessly, unable to lift his tiny body away from the burning electric flame, the metal underneath him searing with heat. His whole body felt like it was burning into dust. The bulb began to flicker, sending out a resounding noise as it did. The entire lamp seemed to ring over and over again rhythmically.

DING-DING-DING-DING-DING

He was thrust from his nightmare by the call of the pocket watch hung on his wall. Chion thrust his sheets out of his cocoon and awkwardly flopped out, slamming his palm onto the switch to silence the alarm. Rubbing his eyes and grabbing his borrowing poncho, Chion cringed a little as he recalled that tonight he needed to collect supplies.

The LED’s in the ceiling, which Chion had hooked up to an inverted light sensor outside, had activated, draping a calm blue light over the intricate quilts and blankets that decorated his home. He took down his borrowing bag from the hook attached to the kitchen wall and fastened it to the huge button on the back of his poncho. After quickly scarfing down a cup of water he climbed down the ladder leading to the rest of the house, and once he reached the bottom, he summoned his wings and took flight.

Chion glided through the air in the humans living room, occasionally landing on a wall to rest. The eye patterns on his wings darted their pupils from side to side, just as he did his, checking to make sure there were no signs of the human. The moonlight glinted off his unkempt snow white hair as he winged his way into the kitchen. Chion landed on the edge of the pantry, a massive cereal box looming above him. The only obstacle between him and his quarry was one piece of flimsy cardboard. From his pocket he produced a small multool, whipped out the knife, and began cutting through the side of the box. After a few minutes of sawing a square shaped hole in the cardboard, he had finally reached his goal - 2 or 3 pieces of cereal were enough plant fiber to feed him for a week. Chion grabbed onto a piece and slowly pulled it out from the tightly packed box, satisfied with his mission.

It was then that chion realized his mistake.

Cereal began to pour out from the hole Chion had made in the box, the wave of oats and grains pushing him off the side of the pantry. He managed to open his wings at the last moment, saving himself from a nasty fall, but strained them in the process. He awkwardly flopped onto the growing heap of cereal, more and more falling on top of him with each passing second, clinking lightly on the kitchen's tile floor. By the time Chion summoned the energy to move he was buried under a pile of cheerios™, Kellogs cornflakes™, and other standard breakfast fare. The weight held him in place, unable to move.

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A strange noise coming from the kitchen broke Risa’s daze after hours of staring into the glow of his PC. It took half a minute for him to register it, and another to notice that it was now pitch dark outside his bedroom window. He was up way too late for his own good, but despite his tired state he knew he wouldn't be able to get any sleep until he found out what the noise was. Rubbing his eyes, he awkwardly stumbled out of his bedroom and towards the kitchen. Flicking on the light, he could plainly see the source of the issue. Cereal poured out onto the floor from a hole in the box, forming a pile on the tile floor. Risa picked up the box and set it on it’s side on the counter to stop the flow of cereal, and sighed as he grabbed a broom and dustpan and got to work. After a few sweeps of the broom he could see something fluffy and white poking out of the pile. Getting down on his knees, Risa scooped it into his hands to get a better look and was flabbergasted at what he saw. A small, humanoid creature with moth’s wings laid in his palm, wearing a tiny brown poncho. Its neck had a fluffy ‘collar’ around it and two antenne poked out of its head. Its wings, which a moment ago were paper white, were now bright red, and emitting a strange pulsing glow. The miniscule figure was crouched in a fetal position and shaking. Risa stared for a moment before coming to his senses.

‘W...what are you? Can you speak?’

The tiny being shivered, saying nothing for a moment, and then squeaked out a shaky ‘y...yes’

‘Please let me go, I'll leave, I promise. Please don't kill me.’

‘Wha..what? I'm not mad at you, I'm just confused. I've never seen anything like you before...’

Risa tried to carefully poke Chion to turn them over so he could see their face, but Chion flinched and jumped a bit, their dusty wings weakly flapping, trying to lift off before flopping back onto Risas palm. Their antenne twitched a bit before they froze once again, this time staring at Risa’s comparatively massive face, their tiny grey eyes overflowing with fear. Risa’s heart sunk with guilt, realizing that their thoughtless action had only scared the tiny being more.

‘Sorry.. I shouldn't have done that.’

‘......’

Risa’s words were met with only the same fearful eyes staring up into theirs, as if anticipating death at any moment.

‘I'm not going to harm you, I'm so sorry I scared you. My name is Risa, what is yours?'

‘I…’

‘...Chion’

‘Chion.. That's a pretty name. Well Chion, i'm going to put you down on the counter now, again i'm sorry I frightened you’

Chion’s wings ceased their pulsing glow, and their blood red became a little more grey. The small being shivered a bit less, yet they still peered into Risa’s eyes fearfully. Risa carefully moved her hand over to the counter, and tilted it just a bit so chion would gently slide off of it. The miniscule being fumbled a bit as they sat down on the counter, now looking at Risa with more confusion than fear.

‘You.. you're going to let me go?’

‘I'm not going to capture you or force you to stay here, if that's what you mean’

‘I..Im going to go then’

Risa felt a bit disappointed to see Chion leave so soon, she really wanted to get to know them better. But forcing them to stay and chat would certainly not make them trust her more. She watched as they fluttered off the counter and into the air, heading towards the door to the living room.

But as soon as Chion was a few inches from the kitchen counter a sharp pain shot through their body, making them lose the balance needed to fly. They had been so focused on their fear of the human that they had forgotten about spraining their wings. Chion began to plummet towards the floor below, closing their eyes tight in anticipation of the impact. They had survived being found and now they were going to die from a simple fall.

But Chion did not collide with the cold, hard tile. Instead Risa’s hands shot out to catch them, and they plopped face-first onto the warm, fleshy surface. Chion simply laid there for a minute, face pressed into Risa’s hand, tears spilling softly from their eyes.

‘Oh my god are you ok? That was close!’

‘Y..yeah’

‘...’

’Thank you. For catching me’

‘You're very welcome. I guess you should probably avoid flying for a little bit.’

‘Yeah... trying to fly again is dangerous. But I need to fly to get back home!’

‘I might be able to carry you there!’

‘Ehh…’

As much as Chion wanted to get back to their nest and lay down in their cocoon, every instinct they had shouted at them to not let the human know the location of their home. They winced a bit and shook their head.

‘Id.. rather keep the location of my burrow a secret, sorry’

‘Oh.. well i understand. You can stay with me for the night if you want, and hopefully you should be feeling good enough to fly in the morning.’

Though Chion was still frightened a bit by Risa, it was either stay with her or try to find some hole in the wall they could reach and stay in until their wings healed.

‘That.. that would be nice, yeah.’

‘Great! Ill get the supplies to try and set up a bed for you.’

‘Uh, before you do, could I get some food and water?’

‘Yes, of course!’

Risa once again sat Chion down on the countertop while she rifled through a drawer, eventually picking out a 1/8th tablespoon measuring cup. She brought it to the faucet and turned the knob ever so slightly, so only a few drops of water flowed from it. She sat the now full measuring cup down next to chion, and fished through the cereal box for a few pieces of cereal. She sat them down next to Chion as well, who was already happily slurping down the water.

‘Thank you!’

‘You're welcome!’

Risa watched as Chion happily nibbled on one of the pieces of cereal, occasionally taking another sip of water. After a while they lifted up the measuring cup to get the one last drop of water in the bottom, only for it to slide right into their face as one big drop, its surface tension breaking on impact and soaking Chion’s now rather surprised face. Risa giggled a little bit before tearing off a piece of paper towel from the nearby roll and handing it to Chion to dry off with. Chion timidly took it from Risa’s outstretched fingers and patted their face down with it before standing up.

‘Alright, I'm pretty tired. I guess take me to wherever you want me to sleep for the night’

‘Ok!’

‘Uh.. I think i'll have to carry you, if that's alright’

Risa held her palm to the edge of the counter, waiting for Chion to climb on. Chion stared at it for a while, not sure what to do. They remembered the stories they were told by the elder moths as a child before being sent out on their own. Cold nights in some abandoned wreck of a house, huddled together with other young moths, an elder reading stories of humans thoughtlessly killing borrowers who got too risky in their borrowings. Now with Risa waiting for them to step forward onto her hand, they had no idea what to think. This human, who was supposed to crush them like a bug, had now saved them twice and helped them purely out of the kindness of her heart. The logical part of their brain told them that those old stories were probably just fabricated, or worst case scenarios. Fear-Mongering meant to ensure that they stay hidden. Humans might not be so violent after all. But another part of their mind still screamed those old stories in Chion’s ear.

They shut their eyes tight, and stepped forward.

Risa watched intently as Chion stepped onto her outstretched palm, trying to keep it as still as possible. Chion carefully took another step and planted their second foot onto Risa’s palm before sitting down, still shaking a bit and eyes still clasped shut. Risa carefully moved her hand from the side of the counter to the side of her chest, cupping the tiny figure close to her. Chion took a deep breath and stopped shaking. The small moth opened their eyes, and seeing that they were safe, laid down on the palm and sighed. They were exhausted, physically and emotionally. They could faintly hear Risa’s heartbeat, and Risa’s hand was warm and soft. Chion grabbed onto Risas shirt, cuddling with the warm fabric. By the time Risa reached his bedroom he found Chion fast asleep in his palm.

Risa used his other hand to pick up a spare blanket and spread it over part of the nearby bed stand, and gently laid Chion on top of it. The tiny moth stirred a bit, but quickly drifted back into sleep. Risa picked up another, lighter blanket and laid it over chion, carefully tucking them in.

‘Sleep well, little one’

#G/t #sfw g/t #borrowers #fluff #g/t fluff

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h0neyjaehyun · 3 years

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☁︎ 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 ☁︎

Summary // Tali finally meets dream outside of training, in the first day of school.

Characters // Tali Flores + Haechan Lee + Jeno Lee + Mark Lee + Na Jaemin + Bang Chan ( ft. Allen, Song-ho, Karma )

Era / Year // August 2014

Word Count //

⚠️ Warning ⚠️ //mention of Drunk, and Slight suggestion of bullying

"TALIA WAKE UP!" Chan yelled knocking at her door vigorously.

"IM AWAKE IM ALMOST DONE CHRISTOPHER WAIT!" She yelled putting her notebook in her bag and going through the door. Her brother went out of town for a photoshoot and Chan was left to pick her up her brother not wanting her to go on the bus alone with a bunch of creeps.

"Im here im here lets go." She said grabbing Chans arm and dragging him out the door while Chan was trying to grab his sandwich he was making for himself.

"Okay okay." He said getting in the drivers seat, and Tali got in the other side. He drove them to school.

"So how is training going?" He asked while waiting for the red light to turn green

"Its going okay so far, I've made some friends." She said, looking out the window, she's only really made guy friends and can't really relate to the shopping and gossip the girls have but has made a couple. But she has had made friends in Jyp girls because of Chan like Sana, which she was glad. But mostly guys.

"Thats good, no one is picking on you right?" Chan said sensing something off.

"No, no one." She said, which was true but not? Many girls like Jaemin and Jeno and wanted Tali to stay away since there's not doubt she is pretty, so they would make side comments but nothing much so far.

"Yeah, in that case I'm going to visit and pick you up...." Chan then looked at her straight in the eye.

"Personally." He said in a monotone voice.

"Nooooo-"

"Yessss, Butterfly, I care for you, and want you safe. And I know how you are with telling me this stuff." He said parking, she smiled at the nickname she has picked up. He turned to her and huffed.

"And you may be good at lying...but not to me." He said ruffling her hair. She sighed.

"You are to good Christopher...to good." She continued while steping out the car.

"Yeah yeah go, I have an early class, see you later." He said running off, she shook her head at him while walking to the library to grab a book and go to the roof to read.

She went to the library smiling to the people she makes eye contact with. She got to the library but not before catching a familiar guy's eye. Tali walked down the isle looking at fantasy books, when she felt a tap on her shoulder, she turned around making eye contact with a cute boy with an eye smile.

"Oh- hi Jeno." She whispered, since it is a library. He giggled now realizing he is in a library.

"Hi Talia, how are you?" He smiled at her.

"Im doing good, but uh what brings you to the library? No offense its just...you don't seem like the reader." Shs said turning slightly looking over at the books still on her goal it grab a book.

"Well, you're not wrong totally wrong, but I saw you and I haven't seen you outside of training much so I thought we could start hanging out more?" He said scratching the back of his head. Tali smiled at him.

"Of course...wait are the other guys here?" She asked realizing he is probably not alone. He nodded and grabbed her hand about to take her to them.

"Ah wait-"

"Hm?"

She grabbed a book she like, jogged to the check out section with Jeno slowly following her, chuckling.

"Okay, now we can go." She said, he nodded and walked ahead of her and she followed with her book close to her chest.

They turned a corner to see Mark, Jaemin, Haechan hanging out on the window.

"Hey guys look who I found." Jeno said getting everyone's attention. Jaemin reacted first.

"HI Taliii." He said with a big smile on his face going for a hug which she recuperated.

"Hi Jaemin... Hi guys." She giggled.

"Hi Talia." The other two smiled at her.

"Your a first year right?" Mark asked. Talia nodded.

"Ah so you are with us, Haechan said bringing his arm around Jeno."

"What class do you have?" Jaemin asked.

"Mr.Gwon" She said looking at her phone.

"Oh nice I have Mr.Gwon too." Haechan said smiling at her.

"Thats good."

"Hey Tali do you want to have lunch with us?" Jaemin asked.

"Ah sorry I-"

"TALIIII" They turned to the loud voice to see couple quite popular students which are Allen, Karma, and Hyunjin. They were surprised at the calling of her name while she winced at the sound.

"Sorry, I'm gonna eat with a couple of friends, but how about tomorrow?" She asked trying to make a compromise.

"No yeah thats fine." Mark smiled at her .

"Ah ok-"

"TALI HURRY UP.!"

"IM GOING!" She smiled apologetically and ran to the group while waving bye at the boys.

"Hyung she knows them?" Jeno asked Mark, and Mark shrugged.

"Yeah she does." A voice said coming out of no where, they turned to see Daehwi. They smiled at him and he smiled back.

"How so?" Haechan asked, he knew those 3 were popular but how do they know Talia since she seems so reserved and doesn't have that much confidence to talk to people, how would she talk to the popular students.

"You know Aruem?" He asked them, they all nodded.

"Well thats Talia." All their eyes widen.

"Wait so you are telling me, Tali is Aruem...like the girl who can charm many guys without even trying?" Haechan asked in disbelief, yeah sure Talia was pretty but he didn't think Talia was popular, or the girl the students named Aruem. Aruem is like a Korean name that the males in the school picked for her since she is pretty.

Daehwi nodded.

"But I heard rumors that she was stuck up and stuff but then the guys are like she is such a sweetheart?" Mark said confused.

"No she is a sweetheart, its just some girls are jealous." Daehwi clarified. The made :0 faces, thinking it did make sense since they do see Tali helping people so why would she be stuck up.

Time pasted and it was now lunch time, they saw Tali walk over to some of the popular students with some older guys that messed up her hair.

"Hyung?" Mark looked at Haechan and hummed.

"Do you think we will be that close to Tali?" He asked in wonder. Marked looked at Tali then him.

"I hope so." After awhile they talked amongst themselves, while with Tali she excused herself wanting to talk to the boys so they know she does want to be friends and also to show Chan she has friends. She walked over and sat next to Mark, he looked at her with a surprise look.

"What? Is there something on my face?" She asked. He shook his head no.

"I just wasnt expecting you to come over since you are quite popular." He said with a matter a fact tone. She shook her head.

"I personally don't care if I'm popular, I'm only popular because of my looks I acknowledge that but doesn't mean I dont want to hang out with my friends." She said softly putting her head on her crossed arms on the table. Everyone in that table went soft for her since her cheeks were squished like a she was a little puppy.

"We are your friends?" Jaemin asked.

"Well, I hope so." Talis said with a little fear they didn'twant to be. Thats until they smiled with glee, she felt relief wash over her.

"Looks like Aruem over here made herself some friends." She froze at the voice and groaned.

Allen came up from behind and wrapped his arm around her shoulder looking at the boys observing. He came over because he just wanted to see if the boys wanted be her friends, or just because she is pretty since many guys do and want to take advantage of her kindness.

"Hello my name is Allen very nice to meet you guys, but I have to take this beauty away and pick up our friend from middle school." He said slowly dragging taking Talia to the exit, she waved bye at them smiling apologetically as they waved bye back.

"How can you be friends with her, oppa?" Heejin asked as she walked up to the boys with her four minions friends in the hallway. Heejin was always a bully and tried to bring Tali down since she was popular for her looks. The girl was jealous, but most people in the school / grade knew Tali as a sweet person, so they took what she said like a grain of salt.

"Who?" Jeno asked raising an eyebrow at her knowing her reputation.

"Talia, the girl who sat next to Mark oppa." She said, disarmingly sweet. Mark grimaced at the act.

"What do you mean by why we are friends with her?" Haechan asked, observing her and remembering what Daewhi said about girls being jealous.

"Well she is such a bitch outside of school, especially in practice room. She is so stuck up." She said with a matter of fact tone, but with a high pitched voice. Jaemin looked at her with a grimace face getting annoyed at her nice act.

"Really?" Mark asked knowing damn well thats not true since some girls that are not jealous of her and befriended her told the guys she is really shy and sweet.

"Yes, she always made rumors about me and-" was cut off when Chan and Song-ho turned the corner raise their eyebrows at them.

"Would you like to finish that?" Chan asked.

"Oppa, its not what it looks like I would never-"

"Shut up, please you always talk bad about her but most of the students that know her know its not true, and you are just telling them because they don't come to school a lot because of training and don't know her." Song-ho glared at her. She was speechless, embarrassment filled her. She made a fist and glared at Song-ho and walked away with her minions friends.

"Sorry you had to hear that." Chan said changing up his whole demeanor walking up to them.

"Its fine we know its not true." Haechan smiled at them.

"Good, Talia is a sweet girl, she likes to talk about you guys and how she hopes to be good friends." Song-ho said with a reassuring smile.

"Really?" Jaemin asked surprised.

"Yeah, but we gotta go, see yea." Chan said quickly looking at his phone, they walked away quickly. Song-ho looked at him weird.

"Aye,whats wrong?" He said worried.

"It's Talia's dad." He said getting in his car.

"He's drunk again."

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bloomyn · 4 years

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kny prompt where y/n is shy af n one day rengoku caught feels for her 👉👈

omg im so sorry this took so long... i got really caught up in watching rengoku compilations on youtube and trying to find all his moments in the manga so N E WAY (hope you enjoy)

pairing: rengoku x shy!reader

you had lived in the butterfly estate your whole life. you had grown up with shinobu after kanae had found you half dead on one of her missions and kanao thought of you as her own sibling. needless to say, you were very familiar with the demonslayers and pillars frequenting the place you called home. it didnt make it easier to talk to them though; you considered yourself a rather shy person (which is why you and kanao seemed to unintentionally get along so well). but being part of the medical staff allowed you to be yourself. you never had to be outgoing or loud or extroverted, you just had to take care of your patients. although you had tried your best to keep a low profile, some things (or people) just couldn’t be avoided

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“--- you are dismissed.”

the pillars bowed and shuffled out of the meeting room immediately dissolving into their own separate conversations.

“oh, rengoku-san.” shinobu chirped, “you’re headed to my estate no?”

rengoku grinned. “yup! a week of mandatory rest. and i have to get my arm healed, it’s been feeling kind of weird.”

“thats because it looks broken.”giyuu chimed. rengoku squinted at the man and the proceeded to flop his arm around.

“it does?”

muichiro gagged. “please, please, go get your arm fixed.”

“yeah. lets go.”

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you took a seat in one of the gardens residing in the butterfly estate. pulling out the small bento aoi had so generously prepared for you earlier that morning you relished the taste of the rice balls, tossing a few stray grains to the koi fish in the pond in front of you.

“wow! they really like rice!.” a voice boomed from behind you. you flinched and stood up, slowly turning your head to meet the person, only to come face to face with a recovering flame pillar. oh crap did he want to sit? had you unintentionally taken his seat? lucky for you he seemed to read the panic on your face.

the flame pillar laughed, “dont worry you havent taken my spot, i hardly come out to the gardens anyway.”

blushing you sat back down, burying your face in the huge rice ball, praying silently that you hadn’t completely embarrassed yourself in front of one of the strongest demon slayers ever. what you didnt expect was for one of the strongest demons slayers ever to take a seat next you.

“is it okay if i sit here?” he whisper-shouted. without meeting his glowing eyes you silently nodded your head hoping that he wouldn’t notice the very very very prominent blush on your face.

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if rengoku was being completely honest, he was a bit glad that his arm was broken. he was disappointed that it means one less person was going to be out there fighting demons, but it also meant that he was able to see more of you.

the flame pillar wanted to call it love at first sight, but you that required two people to look at each other, and, well, you hadn’t the slightest idea that he was actually looking at you.

after that fateful first encounter, if you could even call it an encounter, he started to notice you more and more around the estate, whether you were tending to other patients (oh how he wanted so badly for you to come and check up on him) or joining kanao for lunch or tending to the gardens or doing anything for that matter. and he definitely was jealous of the fact that you seemed to be more interested in the plants than himself.

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there was an issue. a very big issue that came in the form of rengoku kyojuro. the problem was that you were, in fact, very much in love with him. ever since he had joined you for lunch that day you couldn’t stop seeing him; he was everywhere. the universe was actively working against you and it didn’t help that your love for him was budding rather quickly. not only that, but you actually enjoyed having him around you, whether it be for lunch or taking strolls around the estate, just being with him was heart-racing.

you had no idea he felt the same way.

rengoku smiled to himself as he watched you trim the leaves of your roses. you two weren’t exactly speaking, but it wasn’t a bad thing. he had never really known comfortable silence until he met you. his whole life he had felt the need to fill the silence to constantly make someone laugh or talk. but when he was with you, he didn’t need to make you laugh or talk. (although he was a firm believer that you had the voice of an absolute angel), he just wanted to be with you.

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“(l/n)-san!”

turning to see the owner of the voice you immediately felt the butterflies in your stomach.

“good morning rengoku-san.” you said with a soft smile. ‘how adorable’ he thought to himself. “i heard from one of the doctors that your arm is healing quite nicely.”

if you had looked away a second later you would’ve missed the slight frown that crossed his face when you said that.

“yes., i should be ready for missions in about a week.” he said rather solemnly. you tilted your head to the side, “is something the matter rengoku-san?”

the flame pillar nodded. “ its just that if i’m going on missions now, i won’t be able to see you as much anymore.”

your stomach dropped. and then you laughed. “rengoku-san don’t be silly. ill still be here when you get back.”

he only frowned harder. didn’t you understand what he was saying? should he be more straightforward? sanemi-san had told him about kabedon-ing but he was pretty sure if he did that you would’ve exploded.

“rengoku - san?”

screw it.

he took two large steps forward and brought your face into his hands.

“y/n-san.”

“y-yes.”

at this point your noses were barely brushing and you could feel his soft breath on his lips.

“im in love with you.”

you squeaked.

“-- with me? are you sure?”

the flame pillar laughed loudly and then gave you a reassuring look.

“i’m very sure that i’m in love with you.”

you smiled, placing your hands around his neck.

“that’s good, because i’m very sure that i’m in love with you too.”

“REALLY?” his eyes widened and he brought you closer to his chest. “I WAS SO WORRIED!.” he touched your forehead with his and for the first time you saw him blush.

“could you say it again please.”

“say what?”

“don’t tease!”

you laughed, giving him your biggest smile.

“i love you kyojuro.”

bonus:

kyojuro shot up, gasping for breath, and unintentionally waking you up in the process.

“ we didnt kiss!!” he exclaimed, staring at you intently. you turned red, “did you want too?”

now it was his turn to blush. he cupped your cheek in one hand and let the other fall on the small of your back... and then you were kissing. and oh, he knew what he was doing and oh his lips were so soft. tilting your jaw towards his he deepened the kiss pressing you closer to himself. and then you pushed him away gasping for air; your face an embarrassingly tinged red. kyojuro smirked, pulling you back onto his lap.

“one more…?”

#rengoku x reader #kny x reader #kny #this ones called count how many times m says you blush #this is my quarantine brain baby #rengoku kyojuro x reader #kyojuro x reader

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imastrangeone98 · 4 years

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In Charge

(A/N: ngl I read nsfw text posts on istg and those kinda set me on fire)

WARNING: pegging; very very mild degradation; bad comedy; slight angst. Bad writing- im very new to this particular scene

I'm trying to be better at nsfw warnings

Established relationship- so probably vendetta

Leon understood that Sarah had a hard job.

His, at the very least, was simple: get a call, go to some virus-infested shithole, and deal with the corporate jackass that started the whole thing. Then he got at least a three-month break and looked after the kids until the next biohazard disaster.

But Sarah... She had to deal with the corporates in the first place, day after day after day. She had to play nice with the politicians and fellow scientists who arrogantly took her with a grain of salt until their own ignorance blew up in their faces. Sometimes literally.

He did his best to make her life easier. He made the meals, helped the kids with homework, and did most of the chores- ignoring the way she would always try to do the dishes behind his back.

And to her credit, she was doing her best. She hardly complained, and she never raised her voice at home. She tried hard to separate work from family, and she made it clear to their children that she would be there for them.

But she was cracking. Her eyes twitched more when her assistants chattered like nonsensical birds. She started missing meetings and staying up late in the lab, furiously whipping up chemical cocktails of potential antidote samples until he had to drag her exhausted body out.

She was hurting. And he was lost on how he could help her.

Well... he thought as he cautiously eyed the toy in his hands. Maybe this could work.

It was a good opportunity. Zane has gone to a sleepover with some friends, and Claire was more than willing to look after Grace for the night.

The front door slammed open and shut. "Leon? You home?"

With an embarrassed squeak, he shoved the toy under the bed and hurried downstairs. "Hey, honey. You're back early."

"Yeah- they let me off the hook today. Thank whatever deity above for that." She shucked off her coat with a wince, and rubbed her shoulders. "Zane and Grace hanging around somewhere?"

"No, he went to a sleepover. Grace went to Claire's for a girl's night." He hung her coat on the rack and set about heating up leftovers. "How was work?"

The heavy sigh she let out was an answer in of itself. But one of the many things he always admired about her was her adamant refusal to not communicate, even at the cusp of insanity.

"It's... it's fine, 자기." She stretched as he placed the admittedly humble meal of fried rice, side dishes and miso soup in front of her. "I'm dealing with it. Food looks good."

"It'd better be," he joked. "It's your recipe."

She snickered, but made no other reply. Well, at least it was a good start.

He sat down beside her and fidgeted with his hands, watching as she scarfed down her dinner. The dark circles under her eyes were much more prominent- it made his heart sink.

It was now or never.

"Sarah, I know it's been really tough on you lately. Any way I can help?"

She froze. Bits of rice clung to the sides of her mouth, and he wiped them away.

"...I mean, it's just the normal bullshit, y'know? I can deal with it, babe; don't worry about it."

"Sarah..."

With a sigh, she set down the spoon and ran a hand through her messy hair. "I don't know, Leon. I just don't know. I'm trying, but everything's just pissing me off. Research is failing, subordinates are shitty, and the higher ups are being an absolute bitch."

He didn't interrupt, but he slowly linked their hands together. She gave his a gentle squeeze.

"And honestly, I'm this close to not giving a shit anymore." Resting her head on the table, she gazed up at him with the most exhausted look he'd ever seen on her. "It's such a shitty thing to say, but... some part of me's just tempted to let them get what's coming to them."

He hummed. "I don't blame you. They sound like assholes."

"They are assholes."

"You find a way to work out the stress?" He lovingly stroked her hair, and she closed her eyes and nearly purred. "It isn't healthy to keep it in."

"I know. I just... haven't figured anything out yet. I'll find something."

He swallowed. The plan was going well, but he still felt nervous bringing it up.

"So... uh... I have something, if you want to try it."

Sarah lifted an eyebrow. "And what on earth would that be?"

"When you finish up, I'll show you." He wasn't nearly as good as his wife when it came to sounding sexy, but he tried to add a hint of smoothness to his voice.

It worked. A flicker of curiosity and arousal passed through her eyes, and she began to shovel food into her mouth.

[...]

"...Well." She stared at the strap-on with a strange intensity. "This is new."

"Yeah." Leon actually had the decency to blush. "I figured... uh... we could... um..."

Sarah laughed. "We've fucked for over ten years, and you still get blushy."

"...Not true." But his bright red face only helped prove her point.

"Sure, baby." Her eyes narrowed; her smile turned a little more crooked. "C'mere."

He slunk towards her, already feeling naked under her hot gaze. Her hands didn't waste any time with tugging at the edge of his shirt, pulling it up over his head, and skimming over his chest.

She leaned in close and pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to his shoulder. With a soft hum, he leaned into her touch, sliding a hand near the base of her hair and giving it a sharp yank.

Almost immediately, she growled. "Behave."

"Or what?" he whispered. "You'll spank me?"

"Tempting." Leaning away, she stared deep into his eyes. "Safeword?"

He thought for a second. "Mercy."

"Alright." Sarah tilted her head towards the bed. "Strip and get on. I'll see what I can do."

Without hesitation, he rid himself of his shorts, leaving himself with only his boxers, and laid down on the soft blankets, unable to resist watching her as she moved about the room, ripping off her clothes, grabbing a small bottle of lube and...

He guffawed. "What are you doing?"

"Reading the fucking instructions. What else?" Her eyes were glued to the straps as she played around with them, muttering under her breath. "So it goes like this... then tighten the strap here..."

Leon couldn't help but giggle. "Smart as you are, but you're helpless against a toy."

She immediately glared at him, and it sent a jolt of electricity up his body. "If you're just gonna blabber, come over here."

"What?"

"Put that mouth of yours to good use, before I do something about it." The promise sounded dark- he had no doubt that she'd actually try to shut him up if he kept being bratty.

And that was a whole other ball game.

So he played nice. He kept quiet.

"Good boy." After a few minutes, she must have gotten the process down, because she had the toy strapped snug over her hips like an expert.

"Shit."

Leon had his fantasies, and then he had reality. And this- his perfect, badass wife with a strap-on and danger in her eyes- was so much better than anything he could possibly dream of.

"This is real, right?" he murmured, staring up at her.

"Does this feel real to you?" When she placed a cool hand on the overly hot skin of his hip, he shivered. "Yeah, thought so."

Slowly, she hooked a finger under the waist and of his underwear and pulled it off, his hardening cock springing out from its prison.

The soft moan he let out was inevitable. "More...?"

"Zip it." Sarah gave his ass a sharp slap, and he blushed harder. "You gotta start being patient."

"I don't have to do shit."

His eyes widened at the realization of what he'd done. Shit...

Her eyes narrowed. "Are you seriously gonna play this game with me right now?"

He swallowed. "...No?"

"I don't believe you." With a sigh, she popped off the cap of the bottle. "Looks like you need a punishment. Turn over."

He obeyed. A tremble of anticipation ran through him as he saw her lube her fingers.

"Hold still, baby," she cooed. The gentle press of fingers near his hole was enough to make his knees weak. "We good?"

"Yeah," he croaked, wiggling his hips, trying his hardest to tempt her. "We're good."

It must have worked, because he felt a slick finger press right into his ass, and he yelped. Instantly, she shushed him and rubbed his hip, before going back to stroking his insides, stretching him out, making him groan.

"Shit," she whispered. Her grip on his hip only tightened. "You have any idea what you look like right now?"

He just moaned.

"You even sound like a slut."

He couldn't process Sarah's words- just on the fact that she had a digit- now two digits- rubbing against his walls, hitting a spot that made him howl.

"Just a little more." Hot lips pressed on his shoulder. "Loosen up for me."

He kept rolling his hips, trying to get her to hit that spot again. "Please..." he moaned. "Please..."

But to his horror, her fingers froze before slowly, painstakingly, pulling out. Leon whined, only to get another smack on his asscheeks.

"Don't be such a whore," she spat. "Or I won't give it to you."

"No...!" His hands felt too weak, and he felt ready to collapse onto the mattress. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please-!"

"Please, what?" Her voice softened, almost to the point of insanity. "Use your words, pet."

"Fuck me! Please fuck me! I can't-! I need you, I need you, I need you-"

Without warning, the tip of the lubed dildo slipped past his entrance, already sending a sharp sense of fullness in his belly.

"Stop tightening up," she sighed, stroking his thigh. "Relax, baby. Relax."

He kept panting, trying to not flex his muscles, trying so hard to be a good boy, such a good boy for me-

By the time he managed to stop drooling, her hips met his own with a soft slap.

She moaned above him. "Fuck. You look so pretty like this, you know that?"

He stammered something, but he didn't know what. The only solid answer he could give her was a jolt that let the toy sink in deeper inside him.

"Shit."

Leon felt like he was about to combust. Pain and pleasure had mixed to the point where they were inseparable. All he could do was sink further into the hole of depravity he'd dug for himself- and all too willing to do so.

"Leon?" Sarah whispered into his ear, a hand firmly grasping the base of his cock. He whined, thrusting shallowly into her hand. "Good?"

He just moaned. It wasn't just good- it was fantastic.

"Tell me."

"Good!" he hissed as the strap-on pressed deliciously to his prostate. "So good!"

She began to thrust. His hips followed on their own to match each one. Ripples of pleasure pulsed throughout his body, and he was unable to stop moaning and begging for her to give it to him more, give me more, please-

He buried his face in the pillow, too lost in the pleasure to care about holding anything but his ass up.

Sarah leaned down to press kisses to the nape of his neck as she stroked his profusely leaking cock, chuckling at the way he jumped from the unexpected stimulation. "You close, baby?"

"Uh huh~" he croaked, too incoherent to say anything else. "More...?"

"So greedy." But her thrusts picked up in speed.

His hands scrabbled for purchase on the sweat-slick sheets. His gut burned with the need to release, release, release.

"Lemme cum~" he slurred, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. "Please, please lemme cum."

"You wanna cum?" She curled her lip, as if to challenge him, but he was reassured at the way her eyebrows furrowed at the middle, and the way her hands shook at his sides.

She was on the edge, too.

"Yeah~" He smiled at her- a sweet, droopy smile. "Make me cum, mama~"

Her eyes widened. Immediately, her pace quickened even more. The toy started ramming against his prostate over and over again, making him gasp.

"Good boy," she moaned. "Cum for me."

And he came. Hot ropes of cum spilled onto the mattress, drops of it on his stomach, and some just below his chin.

"Fuck." With a grunt, Sarah pulled out of him, unstrapping herself from the toy and tossing it aside as she crawled up the bed to cradle him in her arms. "You did so good. So good. I'm so proud of you."

He grinned lazily at her. "Yeah? You feel good?"

"Yeah. I feel great, actually." With a soft smile, she pressed a kiss to his lips. "Thanks, baby."

"No problem..." His eyes drifted closed for a few seconds.

"Hang tight. Imma get a towel for you and change the sheets, and we can cuddle. You need anything?"

"...Water, please..."

"You got it." She ruffled his hair before dashing off to the bathroom.

As she lovingly wiped off the slick on his ass and gave him sips of ice cold water, he couldn't help but think to himself:

This was a great idea.

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A/N: I have never done this type of nsfw before and it really shows I think 😅 but ngl im still pretty proud of what I managed to put out

Rip Leon's asshole ;) but he loves it so...

#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x oc #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x oc

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