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kunikuma · 1 year

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this ain’t build-a-b♡tch—! pt. 1

...but it is build-a-bear workshop with kunikuzushi

relationship | college student!kunikuzushi x gn!reader

synopsis | build-a-bear workshop has a limited time only collab with sanrio! and kuni’s clown ass sent you the ad, so guess which lovestruck man is keepin’ you company? content | fluff cw | swearing a/n | if u follow me, u know i said this was supposed to be a double feature with both kuni and xiao oop. but i was taking too long, so i finished made this kuni one longer and decided i’d post separately. xiao’s is still in a messy notion page. check out kuromi and my melody if you don’t know what they look like. also, i remembered my first build a bear being hello kitty when i was 7. if kuromi ever gets released there, u WILL find me ass there and i WILL name her something scara related.

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“why is it so ugly?”

a big ole pout found a home on your face as your excited finger drooped; it was originally pointed at a weird pink and blue monstrosity on the shelves. kunikuzushi pinched the bridge of his nose as you laughed, waving around the…pelt?

the… unstuffed… husk of the ugliest mf plushie he has ever seen.

“…you already have too many at your apartment,” he grumbles, fiddling with the black earring hanging from his earlobe. was he nervous? the fidgeting would say so.

that's what he said, but you knew deep down he didn’t mind them all that much. the way he would neatly rearrange them on your couch… keeping a bear propped up against the right arm of the couch while a deep purple cat laid on the left arm spoke for itself. don’t even bother mentioning the way he would tidy up your bed after a study session and lay three of them sweetly against your pillows. if you called him out, he’d only scowl and cease that entirely.

the build-a-bear was basically empty, but that wasn’t a surprise since it was a random wednesday evening during the school year. so, you unapologetically stuck your tongue out at him, “listen, i was kiddin’. you know im here for my sanrio pals,” you gestured to the few colorful characters cutely arranged on the shelves. “‘sides, even if i wasn’t here for them,” you muttered, lacing your hand with his, “you really think your opinion of my plushies is gonna stop me? we don’t live together.”

the indigo-haired man jumped at your feather light touch yet forced an unperturbed mask on as he cocked one of his brows up, “oh? so my opinion doesn’t matter to you? for shame, y/n,” he tsks, ignoring your swat at his shoulder and the hammering of his heart as the two of you strolled closer to that section of the store. the two of you occasionally held hands if one of you needed to guide the other.

that was it. nothing more.

he wanted it to be more.

“…and i thought you were kind.” he ignored the thought that flashed in his mind about how the two of you could totally live together.

you rolled your eyes as the two of you finally stood directly in front of the… pelts? kunikuzushi had zero ideas of what you call an unstuffed stuffed animal. pelt wasn’t entirely wrong. but it was a little grotesque, but again, not entirely false.

there was a limited-time collaboration between sanrio and build-a-bear and he saw the ad on social media earlier today. he debated on sending it to you for a short bit, weighing his options.

hang out with you vs get his homework done early.

after biting the bullet and sending you a screenshot because he knew you’d be delighted by even the mere idea of the collab, you sent him a ‘come pick me up >:p’.

kunikuzushi would be lying if he said he wasn’t already fixing his hair in the mirror by the time you sent that.

“cinnamoroll is so cute! but so is chococat-“

your chipper voice filled his ears as he half-listened to your jabbering. your free arm pointed at each character you were gushing over, but eventually, your voice faded into a light hum. your other arm wiggled in his grasp due to your motions, but he held strong, absentmindedly rubbing his thumb back and forth over the hand he did have access to. his eyes were fixated on your lips whenever you turned in his direction.

despite his earlier display of displeasure of being dragged out of the house (reminder: he was already fixing his hair), coerced to drive your ass to the mall (he texted his offer as he walked to his car), and forced to watch you squeal (he thought it was cute), you could tell he was starting to relax a little. at least the unwrinkled area between his brows and slouched shoulders hinted at this.

“-earth to kunikuzushi? my guy, are you there?” you pressed, your free fist propped against your hip as you looked at him with an unimpressed stare, “i can see you’re not home up there,” you whined, flicking his forehead.

he grunted and smacked your grimy finger away from his face, “i was listening. you were going on about each one of them. im not dumb-“

“wrong! i was asking you which one you think i am,” you interjected, huffing as you wrangled yourself out of his hold. he let out a tiny sound of protest but quickly cleared his throat to cover it up. he shoved his hands deep into his hoodie’s pockets. one hand was pleasantly warm while the other was unfortunately at its usually cool temp.

“hah? how am i supposed to know their personalities?”

you sigh deeply, “well, maybe pay attention next time. i said you’re definitely kuromi. potentially batz-maru. both of them give stink eyes and like to stick their tongues out.”

your finger raised as you pointed to a white plush with a bat-like… hood? she had her tiny pink tongue out and her eyes looked a little mischievous and devious. the corners of kunikuzushi’s lips curled up a teensy bit at the comparison.

“…from what little information i’ve gathered, i’d say you’re right,” he admits, walking over to the said plush and giving it a closer look as he leaned forward onto the table. he grabbed the stuffed animal from the shelf and flipped it over, “an imp tail? yeah, i’d agree with your choice,” he murmured, turning to you. he idly fidgeted with the soft black tail in his hands.

your eyes brightened at the more obvious sight of kunikuzushi loosening up in the store. he was against being here, muttering during the whole car ride. before you could comment on his relaxing demeanor, he ripped you from your thoughts.

“is… your plan to have matching plushies?” he inquired, gently placing the kuromi store display back on her pedestal. the gentleness of his actions was not all that surprising, especially since you’ve secretly admired the way he treated yours at home. the way his hands made sure she was securely set on her shelf was heartwarming; when he saw she slumped over a smidge, he quickly fixed her position.

you hummed, “well, yes. that’s why i asked who i reminded you of, but you weren’t listening, remember?”

his mouth opened slightly to let out a silent ‘ah’ as his eyes examines the various sanrio characters on the wall. a yellow dog, a blue penguin, a green frog… after a beat, he turns his body to you.

“…does kuromi have a popular character she’s paired with? we could just go with that.”

you pointed at the white and rosey pink one to the one he carefully placed, “my melody. they’re more like polar opposites, but you can be kuromi and i’ll be my melody. then we can swap so we can have a little version of each other when we’re not hanging out.”

wordlessly, kuni grabs two husks, one kuromi, and one my melody. he didn’t outwardly respond to your idea, but the faint redness at the tips of his ears was damning enough.

damning if you were paying attention.

damning if he didn’t have his hair covering his ears.

you grin to yourself as you gingerly slide my melody out of his hand.

kunikuzushi… admittedly really liked the idea. but he would never ever fuckin’ actually admit that to you, at least for now while the two of you weren’t together.

if you two started dating, maybe he’d come clean about how much the paired plushies really meant to him.

if you grabbed his face and forced him to look at you, he’d reel back and shout at you, demanding to know why you were trying so hard to be annoying to fluster him.

but the way he felt warm inside as unsightly butterflies rammed against the walls of his tummy reminded him that he wouldn’t entirely mind if you grabbed his face to make him look at you.

the two of you walked over to the stuffing station and the employee chatted with you both. well, more like he just chatted with you because kunikuzushi was just standing there with his arms crossed as he stared out of the shop.

it was sort of embarrassing for him to be a young adult yet inside a build-a-bear… especially embarrassing to be partaking in the activity. the worker’s question shook him from his thoughts.

“would you like to add a scent?”

his mouth opened but before he could answer ‘no, i would not want a migraine’, you chimed in.

“lavender would be nice. maybe he could chill out with the aromatherapy.

he glared and you smirked.

the employee just chuckled as he tossed in scented bear-shaped discs into the filled plushies. after placing both on his lap, he grinned as he held out a basket full of thinly stuffed hearts, “you guys know the drill. pick a heart, whisper some love into it, and pop ‘em into the little dudes.”

“what? whisper love into it?”

“we can do that, but i was thinking about opting into the voice recording as well,” you explained, peering into the basket and picking out a red gingham patterned heart.

fuck, what? what??

“y/n, you’ve got to be kidding me. you know that’s cringe and a scam to milk more money from us,” he tried to reason as he also glared into the basket of hearts. the audacity to call out the huge shit-eating grin on the employee’s face as he started setting up two small recording devices.

you laughed as you clutched the patterned heart tightly in your hand, patting kunikuzushi on the back. he shivered a little and any further bite died in the back of his throat.

“not a scam. people love hearing those messages, even if it’s a little cringe.”

“wasn’t talkin’ to you.”

“just trying to be helpful,” the nosey employee snickered as he handed the both of you small plastic boxes, “hit this button and go crazy. but not too crazy because it only records 20 seconds.”

you hummed as you thumbed the bright casing, “is it fine if i go outside to record? i want it to be a surprise.” the guy nods and you swiftly turned around and abandoned the two young men at the stuffing station. kunikuzushi sputtered when he saw your darting figure turn the corner and disappear further into the mall.

“gotta be fuckin’… ugh,” he disdains, giving the seated employee one last icy stare as he swiftly turns to slink over to the dark corner of the store, back where the two of you were discussing which sanrio pelts to stuff. he shuffled back and forth in the corner, muttering under his breath as he mulled over what he was going to say.

a loving insult? decent contender.

a grossly lewd moan? funny, but he’d rather die than do that in public.

weird breathing so he could creep you out at night? okay, hilarious. very strong contender.

a confession?

mm.

he flicked his middle finger up when he saw the employee knowingly smirk at him as he leaned back into the bright yellow bear chair.

kunikuzushi stared at the employee, held the box near his mouth, and hit the big red button.

after a few minutes, the two of you returned to the station. you gleefully plopped the plastic box into the back my melody and gave an obnoxiously loud kiss to the little heart. as the guy stitched up her back, kunikuzushi was nervously thumbing his own recorder with a glazed look in his eyes. but he remained silent with a dusting of pink sprinkled on his cheeks.

“your turn bud. give that heart a big ole kiss and drop both of those things in,” the aggravating employee nodded in his direction as he finished your my melody. he hands the plush to you and you immediately hug the soft thing, quietly commenting about how soft she felt in your arms.

hesitantly, kunikuzushi’s hand that held the recorder hovered over the opened gash back of kuromi, wondering if he was really going to go through with this. as soon as he drops that thing into her back, his future was sealed. his friendship with you could either ideally advance or crumble into nothing.

he drops the plastic box in. along with the heart—

“that’s not how we do it here. kiss the heart,” you interrupted, holding your plush into your arms.

grumbling, he quickly snatches the red heart and pecks it, grimacing at the idea of the germs on his lips from the numerous grimy kid hands that might’ve touched it. “this is so degrading,” he huffs as he wipes his mouth on the back of his sleeve.

the employee’s shoulders merely shake with silent laughter as he stitched up kuromi.

“by the way, you activate the recording by hugging it.”

the two of you nod in understanding.

kunikuzushi’s, a slight and curt bob. your’s, an excited jerk.

as soon as the employee started to hold out the rabbit with bat ears, kunikuzushi snatched both kuromi and your hand to the clothing station to pick out outfits for your new additions to both apartments.

the two of you ended up picking up mall pretzels on the way out and you chatted away in his car as he drove you home. the entire time, you were excitedly gushing about the whole experience as you teased him, popping pieces of your pretzel into your mouth. eventually, you stole his pretzel too.

meanwhile, the nervous young man had a tightening grasp on the steering wheel, his rings digging into his fingers every time he glanced down at the soft item in his lap. at red lights, he fiddled endlessly with the tail, twirling and untwirling the faux velvet around his fingers as he quietly listened to you ramble. at green lights, his hands dart back to the wheel to grip hard.

once he parked on your street, the two of you swapped plushies; you buckled my melody into the shotgun seat. he barely heard your chants of ‘thank you’ and ‘this was so much fun!!!’ as he gave one last look at that archon forsakened plush in your arms.

that thing held the fate of his relationship.

he squeezed his eyes shut for a second and exhaled shakily before giving you a hardened stare with his amethyst eyes. if you looked a little more carefully, you might have noticed how little he looked in the driver’s seat with the way he sunk into the cushions, the weight of his decision sitting heavily on his mind.

“…don’t listen to it until you’re in your apartment, alright?”

you waved him off, “yeah, yeah, i remember, kuni! you do the same. i’ll text you after.”

you shut the car door and wave at him one last time before walking away.

he sighs and rests his hand on the pink plush in his passenger seat.

after you entered your apartment, you let out a loud shaky sigh you had been holding in, biting your lip as you finally dropped the nonchalant mask you were keeping up. the frantic pulsing of your heart finally stabilizing now that you were home alone. after toeing off your shoes, you quietly padded into your room and collapsed on the bed, enjoying the lavender scent while hugging kuromi really tightly.

suddenly, the sound of kunikuzushi’s disgruntled, frantic, and hushed voice startles you.

“—a-ah, is this thing fuckin’ workin'- oh fuck it is— okay, uh. i absolutely despise the fact you’re making me do this because i feel extremely humiliated right now and — archons, the guy is still staring at me — you’re lucky i really like you. you make me feel butterflies every time you grab my hand o-or when you fuckin’ look at me and i really love yo-”

the recording cuts out and you lunge for your phone.

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bowieandqueen11 · 2 years

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Dating Dream of the Endless Would Include...

Thank you all so much for being so sweet about my last two Dream headcanons, here are the dating ones to complete the set (and also the longest ones)!

Also shock horror I know, but I still have about three episodes of the show left so sorry if this is suddenly very out of character lmao I just love him to the moon and back my petty king

This got much longer than I thought it would oops, so any and all comments are much appreciated!! Thank you ily guys I hope you liked my silly similes lmaoooo

(I do not own the Sandman or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @thekingofkawaii.)

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Since people seem to love these opening sentences so much and I adore writing them lmao... Dream you pathetic ass cape draping eyeliner scrungle of a wet hissing cat, living for the drama dumbass with the smile of a brick I literally love you in every single way you are impeccable. He’s so stupid bless I want to bonk him with a baguette and give him a big ‘ol hug until he awkwardly shoves me off and mopes away. Well guess what sir, this time you are NOT running away from your feelings you’re happy and in love now biss so guess what you’re getting ALL the fluff ‘cause it’s what y’all deserve.

Dream introduced you to everyone as fellow ruler of his realm pretty much straight after your first kiss (my man intense). As soon as he took you by the hand and led you back to the throne room, his hands settled on your shoulders and turned you to face the erratic shards of the stained glass windows. ‘Everything I have’, you feel him whisper against your ear as soft as mist, ‘everything I am... it is also yours.’ He reaches round to tilt your cheek up, until the back of your head is flush against his chest and he’s able to run his finger down the curve of your neck. ‘If you so wish. I will be yours forever... in both dreams and the waking world. Wherever you need me, or want me. I will be there.’

To be completely honest, too many times he’s been afraid that you’ve still left him, so overwhelmed by everything. All that panic twisting in his gut, only to find you talking over Rose Walker’s dream journal in the library. You’re standing near ear to ear with Lucienne, the two of you bumping fingers and pouring over the contents to understand where exactly her poor brother is, the whole time Mervyn yapping at your side. I mean, they all adore you from the get go: they’ve seen over the last few decades how the mere thought of you has been the only thing stopping Morpheus from spiralling too far into despair. As soon as your feet stepped down onto the whirling sand, you were marked as a pretty integral part of the dreaming, human or not.

Plus, all the ravens that you’ve found encroaching on your roof and landing to hop on your shoulders in the waking world finally make sense. Lucienne was under strict orders to keep an eye on you, to make sure you were safe at all times.

Or you’ll wander off, and Dream will come sauntering away from the palace and down the winding path towards the House of Secrets, knowing from instinct that it’s where he'll find you. That same tide tugs him forwards forward into the suffocating mists, until he emerges in front of a pile of crumbling dirt and sees your smile alight the dusk, as piercing and ruinous as the sun. Goldie is perched upon your shoulder, squawking and sneezing into your eyes from time to time. You just laugh, and the sound is enough to double Dream over in grievous endearment. Abel is sitting by your right, still half-leaning in the pit as he giggles and continues his wild story about the King of Dreams from long ago. You turn around only when you hear a rare chuckle, finally spotting Dream standing with his eyes crossed behind you, and an amused eyebrow raised at you and your friends’ antics.

You expect him to ask you to leave, or to at least lead you inside, but to your surprise he sweeps his coat behind him and takes a seat on the squishing dirt beside you. He doesn’t settle until he feels his knee rest against your own, doesn’t feel comfortable while Abel continues spouting his story, until you take his hand and cradle it in your lap. It’s cold, almost contorted like the first dawn’s mist against your skin, but even now it shakes in your hold. It almost makes you laugh: the mystical, awe-striking, beyond marvel King of Dreams so terrified of loving you that he’s shaking like a barn mouse hiding from the overwhelming world around it. The same man who had spent over one hundred years locked like a Greek statue behind solid glass, only to be finally brought to his knees by the one thing he could never escape: his soul’s serendipity.

Eventually the clouds begin to roll over the stars, as if the sky’s painter had thrown buckets of brown paint over her canvas and left the streaks of ribbed sand to sparkle across the gloominess. Yet the King of Dreams just sits there, still as stone, not even daring to look down at you despite how much fondness tugs him too. Sometime during the night your head has fallen against his shoulder and you’ve fallen asleep against the warmth of his coat. He doesn’t want to move you, until eventually he leans down to kiss your head. He joins you in some of the sweetest dreams he can muster: the two of you lounging out amidst a field of flowers on the eve of spring. The firecracker reds and warm sugar plum violets frame his smiling face and the glimmer in his eyes as he lies admits the reeds, gazing up at you. He begrudgingly allows you to weave daisy petals into his hair, after a while of him running after you through the meadows and picking you up, holding you hostage in his arms until you promise not to tell his family about it.

Speaking of, when you eventually get to meet his sister Death, she loves you just as much (or even more) than her brother does straight away!!! She just immediately wraps you up in a big, excited, squealing, full body hug before tugging you off by the arm and leading you off towards the coastal market. She leaves a very confused and huffy Dream to fend for himself for a while, or perhaps gives him the time to visit his old friend Hob at the New Inn. She leads you to her favourite quaint ice cream parlour, where the two of you spend the afternoon sharing a sundae as siblings do, out on the arching thatch seats. Eventually she squints through the sunlight to look at you a little more seriously. ‘That’s the happiest I’ve ever seen my brother, like... ever I think! Thank you. No, seriously, thank you. He’s had enough time to sulk about, it’s good to see him look himself again.’

You and Dream reconvene in the square and spend the rest of the day feeding his treasured pigeons. He keeps looking at you out of the corner of his eyes with that twitching-lip smirk, with all the stars and constellations in the universe burning in them. He tries to be smooth, stealing a pinch of your baguette and throwing the crumbs at you, just to be able to wipe them off. His slender fingers brush over the pulse point on your neck like butterfly wings flitting over the dawning petals of a blooming rose. Then up to your chin, then gliding upwards till they’re hunched, tracing over the outline of your lips. Your heart fizzes as he leans down to kiss you for the first time ever in public, his frame shadowing you, yet bottom lip so welcoming and caressing as he brushes between your own.

Too often has Lucienne walked into the throne room, only to have to clear her throat to try and get Morpheus’ attention. He has his coat wrapped around the two of you like an inky bat like cocoon, sitting together on his throne as you read through the latest census. He stops every so often out of wild amusement when you gasp and point out a new entity. In pride at how well accustomed you’re becoming to his work that he carefully kisses your forehead and leans his own against it.

When it’s raining he’s the type to look confused at first as to why you’re shivering under your jacket and trying to run under London arches. Eventually it finally clocks in his head and he takes his coat off, holding it over your head during the whole journey to your destination, getting soaked himself by the smacking downpour nonchalantly. It’s a kind of second nature, to protect you, that he doesn’t even bat an eyeliner lined eyelid anymore. It’s innate and as natural, easy to him as dreaming.

Sometimes you’ll find Dream skulking around the palace steps like a disgruntled skunk recently kicked out of a bin, still upset after the events with John Dee. Lucienne and Matthew have attempted every possible solution to talk him out of it, but you’re the only one who can bring him back round. The only presence in any realm that feels more like himself than he does. The only one that understand his every idiosyncrasy, every twitch of his face, until you’re sitting by his side as one entity. He’s too stubborn to ever admit it, but he does indeed like it when you trace your pointer finger down the tip of his nose before tapping twice against his lips as if mockingly chiding him. He always peers down above his bottom lashes with wide, almost crossed eyes as he tries to follow you, but it does ground him again. Eventually, without anything even being said, he groans and jumps up to a stand with a ‘thank you, you’re right... of course... my dream’, and then saunters off again as if he owns the catwalk.

He tries to take you out to visit other dreams, even though you’re still terrified of the waters. He slides his fingers between your own, pulling them up to rest above his heart on the docks. He carefully and calmly talks you through everything that’s about to happen, and how he will be in control of every whiff and whim that could occur. He’s still a dramatic ass though, so before he’s even finished counting down to one he’s pulled you off the decking and into the swirling depths. In the darkness, you grasp onto him like a lifeline as he pulls you further down into the macrocosm than you ever thought possible.

It is worth it though... perhaps after a lot of snuggling and apologies from Dream. You end up in the dreams of young Irish man: one who hopes to become a zoologist after his time at university. You get to enjoy a peaceful night in a canopy beneath the stars, lying side by side with Dream as he points out the constellations that swirl gold like koi fish in the grand pond of the sky. He’s still not quite used to physical touch, which is why he seems to start and flinch back when you wind your arm to rest and rub above his abdomen. He’s spent so long... so so long never really getting much attention, or care from his family, so you’ll have to coax him into realising he can trust and relax in your presence. He does eventually let his guard down after a few hours of cuddles, until he eventually slides to sit up and falls dramatically over your knees. It’s the first time he’s ever allowed you to play with his hair, lying there in the darkness as normal lovers set alight do.

I mean, you’re family, right??? Dream begs you to come along to the family get together dinner (mainly so he can have a sparring partner of equal wit and finally get one up on his sibling Desire). He swaps the placards said sibling placed around the fire-lit table so you’re sitting next to him instead of Delirium. Between meals Dream takes your hand under the table and places it on his knee, stroking his thumb over your palm to try and calm himself down. Desire catches wind (thanks to an eagle eyed Despair), and makes some bitter laced remark with a growl of their lips, flick of their hand and sip of their red wine. This ends up with you lunging for him over the candelabra, with Death barely holding you back and Dream leaning back in his seat with a grin so wide on his face he looks like a smug, satisfied cat lmao

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anmiruzu · 7 months

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(anon who requested riddle for the event: i meant prompt 6. the trick-or-treating one. sorry.)

to skip and go trick-or-treating

a/n i like how in-character this would be for him especially since his mother was strict with him growing up so now let’s hope he’s in character (´･ω･`) …also i made this a little long oops

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October second,

riddle rosehearts; prompt 06: “what do you mean you’ve never gone trick-or-treating before?!”

as someone from another world, you didn’t think that many of your holidays and traditions would be celebrated here, referring to halloween and many others. but what surprised you more was that there were actually people who did not go trick-or-treating when they were younger.

“what do you mean you’ve never gone trick-or-treating before?!” you exclaim loudly in shock not expecting this revelation.

“well, my mother had always told me that it was a worthless tradition and that candy and sweets in general are not good for my health-”

you interrupt him, “still! to never trick or treat? not even once?”

you never expected this but this was riddle, a hard worker who was strict on both himself and others. so it wasn’t too far-fetched of a story although if it was ace, you would’ve called bullshit on him.

“not even once” riddle repeats, shaking his head.

you ponder for a moment in thought before speaking up again, “then let’s go trick-or-treating”

“we’re in college, y/n, furthermore, we, more specifically heartslabyul still have to prepare the botanical garden for halloween week.” (i know it’s more of a high school kind of setting considering their ages but it’s called night raven college so just pretend)

“so?”

“‘so?’ we still have our responsibilities! as the housewarden of heartslabyul, i cannot just leave my upper and underclassmen by themselves!” riddle retorts back quite passionately despite knowing deep down he wants to try trick-or-treating, just once, despite knowing he’s much too old for it.

“hmm” you pause in thought once again, “then i’ll help you prepare; I did promise ace and deuce i’d help them… but… only if you skip the last day with me”

you reason with riddle wanting to show him what he missed out in his childhood.

“...thank you for your assistance, however, i’m afraid i cannot do that”

>>>

after a very long time of persuading the housewarden, riddle agrees; reluctantly but is he really being reluctant? He had always wanted to try trick-or-treating and was always jealous of the neighborhood kids who he saw happily go from house to house.

so when halloween comes around, riddle leaves his post early feeling a little guilty, to go find you.

“riddle! hey!” you wave to him feeling excited, after all, it’s been years since you last trick-or-treated with your friends.

“hello” riddle greets you, a bit ashamed for skipping even though he did tell everyone at heartslabyul that he would take off early for “personal reasons.”

after meeting up with riddle the two of you took off going on a bus to one the nearby neighborhoods.

>>>

you hadn’t anticipated how awkward it would be; two college students running around from house to house, clearly too old to be trick-or-treating. but in the end it was the most fun you two had in years.

{31 daydreams of halloween event lineup}

{twisted wonderland masterlist}

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faulty-writes · 8 months

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Hey I hope it’s not something that’s already been requested before but could I request headcanons of Mei, Mirio and/or Toshinori after a breakup where they would still have to be around their ex partner (because of school or work) and they’re still pining over each over :(((

Thank you !

[ Honestly, I can't recall if it has because this blog is about 3 years old. But even if it was, kudos to you for choosing characters that need some nice secondary love. I hope you enjoy these headcanons dear anon. ]

It still hurt, but Mei was used to wearing a poker face. Why the two of you broke up didn't make sense. She gave up her love of invention for you or rather spent less time with her 'babies' because of you. Now that you two were separated, she felt lost. She also couldn't focus with you just a few feet from her every day at school and that made her angry.

"So, how's your latest baby?" She finally managed to speak to you after a few weeks and as awkward as the butterflies in her stomach were, she felt relieved when you replied. Although she didn't care about your invention, she cared about your voice and being close to you again.

Naturally, she was determined to keep you to herself despite the breakup. This meant she was also willing to let certain inventions go awry whenever she witnessed someone else flirt with you. When this happened, she'd smile. "Oops, guess this baby needs more work!" She knew you knew it was intentional, but you never did anything about it.

You didn't realize how much you missed her until you found her goggles in your bedroom. When you returned them to her, a tremble coursed through your body when her fingertips brushed against yours. The urge to hold her hand was strong, but you walked away before she could say a word.

You'd toss and turn at night, unable to sleep knowing she was in the room next to yours. You missed lying on her chest and feeling the warmth of her body against yours. You also missed how her hand stroked through your hair until you fell asleep.

A few times you awkwardly found each other in the forest near Yuuei High. The feeling of nostalgia overcame you when Mei reminded you of a few funny stories from your time together. The memories made you laugh and yet wonder if it was too late to rekindle what you had.

He couldn't smile for a week after the breakup. Although it was unlike him, he avoided you which you immediately noticed as did your shared friends Nejire and Tamaki and sadly, this only added to the pain of your broken heart.

To think you'd break up with him because he was quirkless now was definitely a hit on his ego. However, in your defense, you thought it was better to give him time to sort his life out and not worry about you. But you realized you were wrong and regretted what you had done.

Nejire and Tamaki took it upon themselves to find out why the two of you broke up. While Nejire was disappointed that you broke up with Mirio because you thought it'd help him, Tamaki managed to get Mirio to agree to stop avoiding you.

The first time the two of you talked since the breakup was when you were assigned to address one of the first-year classes and there was an awkward tension in the air when Mirio actually greeted you with, "Oh, hey there sunshine," which was something he called you when you were together and it was then you realized how much you missed that nickname.

It was a nightmare to focus in class. To make matters worse his desk was not too far from yours, and the fact you could feel his stare, or at least thought you did made your stomach twist into so many knots that you weren't sure if you were still falling in love with him or continuing to feel that regret.

"I don't know how I'll do it, but I'm sure I'll win their heart back someday Tamaki! And I won't stop trying! After all, don't you think Y/n and I belong together?" Of course, he'd first have to figure out a way to get his quirk back and when he did, he'd convince you that no matter what happened, he'd never need space from you.

He thought breaking up with you was the only way to protect you. Heroes were particularly known for avoiding relationships because of their busy schedules and the fear that their loved ones would become the target of an attack. But he quickly realized he was wrong. While he tried to convince you to get back together, you suggested focusing on your teaching careers.

You never thought you were the jealous type. However, when Ashido made a comment about Nemuri and Toshinori on a date, even if it was in good humor and Nemuri shared that old men weren't her thing, it made you furious, and without thinking you lectured her on inappropriate jokes. The strangest thing was you knew Toshinori was free to do as he pleased but hated the idea of him being with anyone else.

Everyone including the students and your fellow teachers noticed the awkward tension in the room whenever you and Toshinori were near each other. "I can't take this anymore!" Hizashi screamed one day. "What is with you two kit kats!?" he demanded. "I'm afraid things have been a bit strange between us since the breakup," Toshinori confessed after you walked out of the room.

"Hm, I see so that's the problem, isn't it? Most men never know what they want, and they drive the people they hurt to do things like this," Nemuri stated as she entangled her fingers in your hair. You were currently lying on her lap, intoxicated. While she didn't blame you for drinking after you confessed how much the breakup hurt you, she was concerned about both your and Toshinori's well-being.

"I know it's not much but, I remember how much you like flowers so…" You knew he was attempting to make a conversation, but your anger got the best of you and without thinking, you used your quirk to destroy the flowers in front of him and while he was shocked by your reaction. It also reminded him of that fierce nature you held and why he was so attracted to you in the first place.

"No, nothing's wrong sir!" he insisted although he knew it wasn't wise to try and fool Principal Nezu so with a sigh, he glanced down with a determined look on his face. "There's not much I can do at this point. I know that Y/n and I may still have feelings for each other, and I don't blame them for acting the way they are. But...I'd like to find a way to become their everything again, not just their hero."

#toshinori x reader #mei x reader #mirio x reader #togata x reader #all might x you #toshinori x you #mei hatsume x reader #mirio x y/n #mirio x you #toshinori x y/n #bnha x self insert #bnha x reader #bnha x you #faulty writes: mei hatsume: 23 #faulty writes: mei hatsume: headcanons: 23 #faulty writes: toshinori yagi: 23 #faulty writes: toshinori yagi: headcanons: 23 #faulty writes: mirio togata: 23 #faulty writes: mirio togata: headcanons: 23

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marshallpupfan · 9 days

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New Marshall Merchandise #57... or #32... or #29, I've Lost Count!

You know, I started posting these updates a few years ago, back when many of my followers were curious about anything I added to my collection. Some of them have gone quiet, possibly moved on or lost interest in PAW Patrol. I'm not sure if my current followers have any interest in these updates. At this point, I just post about these now because I enjoy showing off new items of my favorite character. 😇

And new items, I indeed have! Many of these I've collected over the last month or two, as finding new items hasn't exactly been too easy lately. Most major stores are still selling Jungle Pups and Mighty Movie toys, so hopefully anything new will pop up soon enough. Despite that, I have managed to find a few interesting things!

I first found out about this little figurine when it popped up on Ebay, but nobody would sell it without the other pups (Chase, Skye and Rubble... sadly, no Rocky or Zuma). Someone on Twitter told me they seen some at a Dollar Tree, so of course, I tried checking all the stores I have near me. It took a while, but one finally got some in! Best of all, it's only $1.25, so that's cool!

Hey, you know what else is cool?

Accidentally finding another piece of merchandise I didn't expect to see! I'd actually seen one of these on Ebay earlier the same day, but I thought it was a part of some set. Much to my surprise, Dollar Tree also had it, and also for $1.25. It's not the most impressive of the bath squirters I own, but I'm still happy to add it to my collection!

Ha, look at the label! Chase, Marshall, Skye... and Zuma! Well, it makes sense, given he's the water pup, but I still didn't expect that. Nice to see him on a label for once. :)

I'd actually seen pictures of these online a few times over the years, although they were typically branded as Christmas candy. I never could find any at the stores near me, but then a friend said she seen some at Walgreens. I searched around and finally found one... the last one they had left, in fact! Score! And yeah, I likely won't eat it... it'll sit in my collection along with that other Easter candy I got. lol

...huh, I just noticed it's cracked around the neck. I don't think it was like that when I bought it. Guess I somehow did that. Oops... but it still looks cool, right? Maybe I can find one to replace it when they show up again next year... if they show up again next year. 😅

I seen this at a garage sale for $1. How could I say no? Besides, just look at Marshall on this thing! Too cute, as always! 🥰

Actually, this was yet another lucky find, since I've seen these on Ebay for like $10 (with $5 shipping or so). The fact it's practically in perfect condition is also quite awesome. Living in a small town has it perks!

Last, and it's the priciest item today. I seen this while helping my folks with their shopping at Walmart. They had a few, but they were all Marshall. I wasn't going to get one at first, due to just how big it is, but my mother knows I collect practically anything of Marshall, so she bought it for me. Indeed, I'm already having trouble finding a spot for it, but no doubt I will... eventually... along with the other items on my table. Remember my last few updates? Yeah... most of those items are still sitting there, too. I'm running out of room! lol

That's all for now! I actually do have a few more items coming in the mail, so I'll have a few more things to show off soon enough... Valentines plush dolls, in fact. Ones I expected my local Walmart to get, but they never did. Otherwise, a friend of mine in the UK has offered to send me something I believe is only being sold in her country, so I'll get to add another imported item to my collection soon! I always love doing that, so I'm looking forward to getting it!

As for the Rescue Wheels toys, I've no idea when they'll show up. Maybe in June? July? Whenever the USA finally puts the episodes on their schedule. Now that I think about it, they'll probably be the last toys based on the original designs, huh? All future merch will likely use the new style. We better enjoy it while it lasts, I suppose.

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grimalkinmessor · 9 months

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Hello! I am very intrigued by your headcanons towards Death Note characters since I read your post about your Light's ones. So I wanted to ask what are your headcanons about L and Ryuk??

Ooo I haven't thought much about those two in terms of headcanons.

I'll start with Ryuk because I have a few more on hand for him, just because they tie into my Shinigami lore hcs :3

☠️ -Ryuk used to be human once! All Shinigami save for Nu and the King used to be human. Now my personal headcanon for that is that you have to kill a certain amount of people before you can become a Shinigami, and the Shinigami realm is rotten and dying because they just don't make killers like they used to :/ Ryuk is the youngest of them, and he made the cut because he was an arsonist! :D As a human Ryuk was a punk, a highly insane anarchist with a taste for gunpowder and blood. He blew up so many buildings with people inside that he made the cut for Shinigami-dom.

☠️ -An add-on to the above and a slight spoiler for Cosmic Entities, Ryuk the Human was killer on the guitar. His riffs were fucking amazing, and he rocked with a lot of underground artists before he overdosed and died. Of course when he became a Shinigami he forgot about all of that, but if he ever, say, regained a human body, he might remember a bit of it :3

☠️ -Ryuk's highly addictive personality is half a leave over from his human life, and half because of how young of a Shinigami he is. The older a Shinigami is the more apathetic they get—which is why I headcanon Kinddara as fairly young too, because she has a LOT of bloodlust rattling around in her. A lot. Gelus and Rem aren't young, persay, but they're definitely not as old as they others given that they both fell for Misa. Whiiich brings me to my next headcanon!

☠️ - Ryuk is asexual! :D And aromantic. He was ace when he was human too, but they didn't really have a name for it back when he was alive so he never labelled it. And as a Shinigami, he just assumed that other Shinigami ALSO didn't feel those urges because, you know, they're Shinigami. Ryuk still gets attached to people even as a Shinigami (I headcanon his relationship with Light as queerplatonic in every universe and you will pry that from my cold dead hands) and he's not really sex-repulsed, he would just honestly rather have an apple.

☠️ -Case in point: Ryuk gets depressed after Light dies. He gets the reputation as a storyteller because...well, that's kind of all he does after that whole Kira mess ends. (That Shinigami from the relight is NOT Light I will fight you on that—) He reminisces about it like a war veteran and tells anyone that asks anything they want to know about the various Kiras and Light. Especially Light. He's very proud of Light. Ryuk doesn't seem to even be interested in the human world afterward, nor in playing or gambling with his fellow Shinigami. He seems more resigned to his boredom than before. Almost like he's grieving someone. Huh...

🍰 -L'S TURN: I have multiple contradictory headcanons for how L ended up with Watari, but my most realistic one is that his mother died directly after giving birth, but she was a bit of Jane Doe. The only thing she had with her was a messenger bag with a worn French book and a map of the area in it. Since she died before she could name her child, the hospital staff looked through her stuff and found the initials L.L. written on the inside of the book, so one of the nurses just wrote that down on the birth certificate, along with the first word she found on one of the pages. It was in the woman's bag, so it was obviously important to her, right? Maybe she'd like her child named after her favorite novel. Buuut half of the first name smudged and left the kid with a singular letter L instead of actual initials. Oops. The matrons at the orphanage don't have time to worry about shit like that so the singular letter stuck. Congrats kid, that L no longer stands for anything, you're a part of the alphabet now 🫡

🍰 -L definitely pulled a Tom Riddle in his first orphanage and stole literally everything he could get his hands on. If a kid argued with him or tried to tell on him he would beat them up. He was that quiet kid in the corner of the room, eating everyone's candy from that generous man that passed by the day before because they didn't defend it or hide it well enough. And L was definitely a biter as a kid, so get to close to his little thief corner and you'll walk away with teeth marks in your fucking arm or leg or face. Around the matrons, however, L was—well, not normal, but he definitely didn't bully the other kids around them because they'd grab him and drag him around and crack his hands with a ruler, and even at a young age he knew that he couldn't win in a fight with someone that much bigger than him.

🍰 -L also knows plenty of foraging hacks from his time as an orphan. His original orphanage was on the outskirts of the city, so he got very good at learning which plants were edible by watching the forest animals and identifying them on his own. So when winter came along and food got scarce, L had little pouches and cups of dried flowers and berries and roots hidden in his room to eat. Like hell this little glutton is going to stick to his assigned rations—are you nuts? It's survival of the fittest out there 😤

🍰 -As a consequence of the above, L grew to really like rabbits. He watched them a lot to learn which plants he could eat and eventually got really hyperfixated on the idea of the idea of trying to catch one. He'd go out and hide and wait for the rabbits to show up, and then chase them. He had to get more creative when they proved to be faster than him, and eventually he set up a trap and caught one. L managed to keep it as a pet for about a week before the caretakers found out and made him get rid of it. Which was honestly just as well; L was nearing his limit with his rabbit fixation and eventually he would've started to neglect it.

🍰 -The book L's mother brought into the hospital was one of his only non-stolen possessions growing up, but because it was written in French, L had to learn French in order to read it. And he did. By the time L was seven years old he was pretty much bilingual—one of the reasons he caught Quillish's attention as a little prodigy. L learns languages quickly, but only when he's interested, so he might learn five languages in rapid succession or he might procrastinate learning another language for two years. By the time he hits sixteen he's fluent in nine different languages. He stalls at around thirteen when he's twenty and doesn't really see the need to pick up anymore.

🍰 -At one point, Quillish attempted to force L into healthier eating habits by only giving him healthy foods, but this backfired spectacularly because L threw a fit and refused to eat any of it. Quillish didn't want to back down though, so he told L that if he didn't want to eat what was in front of him then he could go hungry. And because is L is a petty bastard and runs on quick fuel sugar, it didn't take him long to pass the fuck out after a day of refusing to eat the bullshit Quillish locked him in with. Quillish tries this three more times before giving up and just sneaking vegetables into his sweets. When L is older, they have a long conversation (argument) about it and eventually L begrudgingly agrees to replace at least a quarter of his sweets with fruit—sweet enough for him to tolerate but healthy enough to appease Quillish. Hence the banana scene that everyone loves :)

#asks #anonymous #death note #death note headcanons #character headcanons #headcanons #ryuk #l lawliet #i dont really have any really interesting ones for L #sorry i just think hes already interesting enough as is?? like if i give him anymore intriguing backstory then hes just OP :/#tbf a lot of my ryuk headcanons just...stem from my other shinigami hcs lmao #so they're kinda even #giving ryuk a cool backstory because he just wasnt cool enough for me in canon 😔

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spoops-inliyue · 1 year

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| Intentionally or not

Character(s): Tighnari

TW: None

Genre: Fluff

Notes: Gender neutral reader || Enemies to lovers (closer to rivals to lovers) || Secret Santa piece for @falconflight123 <3 Hope you like it and please tell me if you’d like me to make any changes || I’ve made my own lore for the Teyvat equivalent of secret Santa since they don’t have Christianity and such 👍 || My intention was not for this to be near 6k words oops

Secret santa was a new custom that originated in Sheznaya, a game of sorts that was played within a celebration for the Taritsa, in a way similar to that of Liyue’s rite of descension for Rex Lapis and yet much more of a homely celebration. The customs of Sheznaya were of little importance to those in other nations just as the rite of descension was of little importance to the people of Sumeru but it was a celebration backed by the Harbgingers so naturally became one of great interest to anyone with connections with the Fatui and from there to the ordinary people of Teyvat.

While few outside of Sheznaya celebrated for the sake of the Taritsa, they had taken a liking to the games that they played for the celebration in the colder months and few in Sumeru could resist the allure of the understanding of something new.

You were not part of those few.

So, here you sat amongst various other forest rangers, some you were familiar with, some you’re convinced that you have never seen in your life and appeared out of nowhere but such was the usual since many of them ended up staying out on various missions in the forest for extensive periods of time.

Never by anyone’s say, just because they had decided to stay there for a while. It would certainly never be by the say of the person that you had somehow been assigned as your partner for secret Santa.

You stared down at the piece of paper in your hand, the name written in Dori’s familiar script - not that you were surprised, seeing as she was the one who had decided to host the event most likely for the easy chance of getting a few million mora - and stared at it for a few seconds more, hoping that - somehow - the letters would float off of the paper and rearrange themselves. To whose name, you didn’t know and nor did you particularly care.

Adamantly avoiding looking at the paper now, you quickly walked over to the pink haired merchant who had handed you the paper to you in the beginning.

“Dori.” The girl in question turned around with a knowing smile on her face.

“Yes, my dear friend and dearest customer?”

Ah, she was having too much fun with this.

“You already know what I’m going to ask.” You held the paper up to her, frown on your face and eyes glaring at her carefree expression.

She giggled, spinning around gleefully on her floating lamp. “Don’t worry. Tighnari’s just as annoyed about it as you are!”

With the way that she said it, you would have thought it was the best news, a reason to jump for joy and sing and such. It only served to cause your expression to turn incredulous. “And that’s a good thing why? Like, come on, there’s people that have come here from Inazuma for archons’ sake and you put me with him?!”

You scoffed at her still unchanging glee. “If anything, I would say that’s more reason to give us different partners for this! Come on Dori, I can’t be partnered with him and have to get him a gift!”

“Come ooon~ This is a great chance for you to finally settle your differences!”

There was no part of what she was saying that made sense to you. “By arguing over what to get for 2 weeks and hiding the fact that he’s who I’m getting a gift for?” She was smarter than this, you knew that for a fact, so why was she suddenly proposing the most bizarre idea that you thought you’d ever heard from her?

“By finding a way to deal with me forcing the two of you to get along.”

“To deal with what-?” She didn’t even give you the chance to finish asking before she had disappeared to float in front of the gathered group who were all busy trying to find their partners for the exchange.

“Participants!” Your friend clapped her hands and stood up on her floating lamp. “Now that you all have your partners’ names, it’s time to introduce to you the two rules we’ll have!”

She held up her pointer finger, “Rule one! No letting your exchangee know who you are until the 24th when we’re giving our gifts!” She held up her second finger, “And rule two! I won’t hear any complaints about your partners! I’ll be keeping a close eye on all of you,” the ‘as potential customers’ part was a given, “and anyone who doesn’t get along with their partner will be disqualified and will have to explain to their exchangee that the reason that they aren’t getting a gift is because they wouldn’t grow up and get along with their partner.”

Your jaw hung open in disbelief. “You’ve got to be-“

“You know, it’s not going to work out for either one of us if you decide that you’re going to start hiding from me when we’re supposed to be working together for this.”

Your lips pressed into a line and you took in a slow breath through your nose, fighting internally to bite back a snide response to his condescending tone.

“I was trying to find a way for us to switch partners. Make this whole process easier for us and such.” You turned to smile tensely at the ranger who stood with an equally displeased expression on his face. “Same principle with research, isn’t it? Don’t work with someone that won’t cooperate with you-“

“I feel that it would be more accurate to say that you won’t cooperate with me in this case; but that principle becomes void when neither you nor someone that you can get along with have the necessary skills or experience for a given type of research.” His tone gave away the fact that he was already more than annoyed at you and you hadn’t even gotten to exchange pleasantries yet. “You don’t know the other forest rangers as well as I do so you’ll learnt struggle to find your exchangee - as Dori calls them - an appropriate gift.”

Working with him would be really convenient if not for the fact that he was the person you were supposed to give a gift to.

You had no response to that that wouldn’t have Dori seem the two of you too volatile in each others company to be permitted to continue taking part in the exchange, gritting your teeth still with your same tense smile on your lips and narrowing your eyes at the Fennec hybrid. “If you know them all so well, then we’ll be done quickly.”

>> — - >

At this rate, you were definitely not going to be done quickly.

You’d been at this for hours now, from the minute that Tighnari had returned from his patrol up until the sun had set and still going. You still had a week left but, realistically, you only had the meat 3 days; the two of you both being swamped with work in the forest for the rest of the week what with ensuring that accommodations for those that couldn’t stay in the city - that Dori was so graciously paying for as the main benefactor for the event but you were providing - didn’t see any issues. These were the only days that you were both absolutely certain that you both had.

A free day that you both would have wanted to spend doing anything else with the back and forth that was really starting to grate on your ears and have you give up on the entire exchange really ruining your mood for what you were certain would be the entire week.

And it wasn’t even important for you! You weren’t ready to spend several more hours arguing over a gift that you weren’t even going to be getting for the first people whose name you saw on the list of participants for the event.

Curse your pride for stopping you and curse Tighnari for being the reason that you wanted to give up.

It only made it worse that both of you were doing everything to ensure that the other wasn’t doing more work and therefore being the “more cooperative” of the two of you despite the fact that you had yet to have found a single suggestion out of either list that you both agreed on, argument after argument ensuing as you reasoned why one gift was suitable or another wasn’t.

Again, with everything you were doing being for someone that you weren’t even assigned. Maybe you should actually buy him a gift. Just for the sake of all of this not being a waste of time.

It was tiring for the both of you.

“Hapasiya wouldn’t want us to buy her incense, she likes having it made herself.” You crossed off incense from the list that Tighnari had compiled for the person that he was to buy - or make - a gift for. While he’d gone on about you not knowing many people, Hapasiya was someone that you were certain you could buy a gift for with ease.

If only yours was the same.

“Come on, you’ve heard her talk about the importance of connecting with yourself before you can connect with anything else, especially after the first incident when she connected with the false god’s vessel. Think, maybe.”

You tapped Tighnari’s head and he swatted your hand away which came with an annoyed flick of his ears though no reprimandation and reminded to back off of his hair and ears. “She’s still meditating in the forest, she doesn’t see any need for any material possessions so she would have little use for anything else. Receiving incense from a friend or as a gift could help her make it more meaningful and give it a stronger connection with her.”

He put dots next to all of the material items that you had written on your own list for Hapasiya - which was most of them, much to your dismay, as he placed the dots on the paper from the moment that he had started talking up until the moment that he stopped.

“Hapasiya’s fond of keepsakes that she can keep in her home, wouldn’t it be better to buy her something that she could keep forever rather than something finite?” You circled Tighnari’s entire list, save for the first three suggestions - all of which were clothing of some form that you were both still on the fence regarding, “Don’t most people tend to get really anxious about using up gifts?”

You heard his earring make a little twinkle as the pieces hit against each other when Tighnari’s ears twitched and then quickly flattened against his head before he rolled his eyes while still looking at the papers on the table with furrowed brows. Your hand balled into a fist as you recalled the fact that he did that to block out sound.

A deep breath in through your nose and out through your mouth and your fisted hand relaxed. Whatever, he would have to listen to you anyway for the sake of the exchange.

“You know what? How about we try and figure out what you’re getting, first? You might be more cooperative then since it’s someone that you don’t know,” he asked but, despite it being phrased as a question, there wasn’t much room for you to decline his idea as he swiped the papers off the table and folded them up quickly before putting them off to the side.

You threw a pillow from your seat at the man’s face. “You don’t know him either!”

>> — - >

“He works for the Yashiro commissioner, when would he possibly have the time to keep up with anything that you have to use consistently and long term?” The dark haired forest ranger took a hair tie from his wrist, something that you’d realised a few months prior that he would keep hidden - whether intentionally or not - under his gloves, and tied his hair up, exposing his undercut but getting his longer hair out of the way while he crossed at least 4 of your suggestions off of the page. It was good to know that you weren’t the only one getting fed up.

“Oh, I don’t know Tighnari, maybe in the same way that he manages the Kamisato household consistently and long term-“

>> — - >

“Hapasiya likes to have her hair short, you might as well buy her scissors rather than oils for hair growth.”

>> — - >

He’s working for and living with one of the richest clans in Inazuma, what would he do with any form of travel permits to anywhere? They could probably just buy the whole transportation system.”

>> — - >

“That just seems like something you would buy for yourself. It’s an exchange, you don’t get to keep what you buy.”

>> — - >

“Didn’t you used to own one of those when we were studying in the Akademia? Aw, feeling nostalgic?”

>> — - >

“Didn’t someone once try and give something like that to Alhaitham?”

Your eyes widened as they recalled the memory, “Haha, they did! His face was hilarious, he didn’t know if it was genuine or a prank so he just walked off with it after just standing there for 5 minutes. He’s always been terrible with people.”

>> — - >

“I remember these weird grabby things were really popular when they first brought them over from Fontaine.”

Tighnari leaned over to see what you were talking about, reading the name on your list and nodding in realisation. “I asked my dad for one once and he gave me such a weird look and asked me what I needed it for. I was too embarrassed to tell him that I was too scared to climb the taller trees to get to the Sunsetias.”

You looked at him incredulously. “You were? You wouldn’t think that now, look at you.”

>> — - >

When your bickering and insults had turned to light banter and then laughter, you didn’t know, but you’d been at it for hours and your energy was long depleted.

The two of you stared blankly at the now fully crossed out sheets of suggestions that you had compiled, nothing, not a single thing from any of the several lists that you had made for both your and Tighnari’s exchangees managing to get an agreement from the both of you. A lot of laughs and old memories, sure, but no concrete agreements on what you would each be getting.

The soft chairs that you were sitting in were starting to feel very ideal for sleep as you both ignored the sun coming up and light filtering into the room, eyelids heavy and ready to drop the both of you off into a dream.

“Should we just buy them clothes and move on?”

Tighnari yawned, lazily meeting your gaze with his cheek leaning on the back of his chair, “No, it would seem inconsiderate and just embarrassing if we got them the wrong sizes.”

You waved your hand vaguely, body limp on the chair and unwilling to move. “We’ve bought clothes for Hapasiya before.”

“Exactly why it would seem inconsiderate and you don’t even know how this Thoma fellow looks, much less his size.” He yawned again which pulled a yawn from yourself.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He hummed in agreement, prompting another one of many eye rolls from you, though your annoyance now didn’t even reach half hearted.

“Should we just go to the market tomorrow to look around then? Might have better luck in person?”

You waited for a second but were met with silence as a response, something that confused you since he’d been talking to you for the past several hours and now decided to finally shut up. You couldn’t deny that during the most recent of those hours, you would have found yourself rather upset to have had him stop talking.

Still, you were unwilling - and too tired - to look over to see what he was doing that had him so preoccupied that he couldn’t say anything in response to your perfectly logical idea.

“Tighnari?”

Still nothing.

“Come on, what are you four? A bit childish for you to be ignoring me-“ the opportunity to tease him and catch him with his little focused expression that you would never admit that you used to love to admire when you were still a student gave you the energy to turn around and you were met with the sight of the forest ranger fast asleep in his seat, ears shifting slightly to listen out for any danger.

“Hah, great.”

You sighed softly at his vulnerable state, reaching into your bag to pull out a shawl that you had taken out with you invade it had started to rain and got cold, draping it over him and eyeing him for a moment longer when he snuggled into the fabric before settling back into your chair to sleep yourself.

You weren’t going to think too much on the fact that he wouldn’t be asleep if he wasn’t comfortable or didn’t feel safe. It only made sense for him to feel that way seeing as you’d known him since your days in the Akademia as a student and your classmate.

It was weird to think that he was so comfortable now though, to think back on the laughs and jokes of only a few minutes prior when the two of you couldn’t even stand each other's presence a year ago.

It was a constant mental battle with him while you were still studying there while he tried teaching you and helping you catch up whenever you missed days - as your dutiful roommate who was constantly above you in the class and was assigned to tutor you, something that he wasn’t about to decline given his reputation as the ideal student.

If only he actually cared about what the teachers, beyond his own, thought about him. Maybe then it would have actually been helpful when he tried to help rather than decidedly deeming that you were being uncooperative on purpose - though you couldn’t lie that it was annoying being tutored by one of the three golden boys in your gear in the Akademia and you may have spent your fair share of time complaining despite still managing to understand the content from him - which made him decide to belittle you even more that he already had with his routines and expected work and spoon feeding you your lessons like you were still a child which only made you seem more uncooperative as you tried to tell him that you already knew the content and that he was wasting your time and his.

Or maybe if either of you had liked each other at all in the first place. That probably would have contributed to making everything harder while the two of you were studying.

>> — - >

“Come on, wake up. Collei got worried and brought us pita pockets to eat.”

You stretched out your limbs, bleary eyed and able to see very little save for a mop of dark hair and a blob for a face in front of you until you blinked several times and rubbed your eyes. “What?”

You recognised the voice by the sigh and became aware of Tighnari being the one that was in the room and after that the smell of the pita pockets that you still needed to ask Collei to give you the recipe for.

“You slept over and Collei’s made us both breakfast. You’ll want to eat and then go and change so we can go out.”

You nodded your head with a yawn, dismissively waving your hand at him and taking one of the pita pockets from his hand, all the while ignoring the fact that he was seeing you in your newly woken up state which was nothing close to a good look on anyone.

“When did you decide that we were gonna go out? I said the same thing yesterday but you were asleep.” You leant against the chair before deciding that you felt too awkward just standing there and eating and used your free hand to help Tighnari tidy up a bit, picking up your shawl which you realised was covering you rather than Tighnari as you had left it yesterday, and shifting the chairs back into place.

“I heard you, I was just too tired to respond.”

“…” you stared at him blankly for a second and then shrugged.” At least I still get the credit for the idea.”

>> — - >

“Finally, we’re done and I can be free of you.” You stretched your arms above your head and heard a satisfying couple clicks from your shoulder as you left Sumeru city and decided to sit by one of the nearby streams to take a break.

You’d rushed to your house after waking up so that you didn’t have to waste so much time trying to look around for the gifts but you’d underestimated how much time it was going to take the two of you all together. You were going to start appreciating your legs more and also being more aware of judging a vendor’s items while you were standing right in front of them.

“Why were you acting like that before?” Tighnari asked, almost randomly, as he moved to sit beside you, Hapasiya’s gift in hand while the gift for Thoma laid beside you. In the end, you did decide to actually buy the man a gift while you planned to buy Tighnari’s gift after he’d gone home. Or rather, you had to buy a gift or it would seem weird that you came up with the idea and came out to the market and then didn’t buy anything.

You would just have to explain why you had bought this stranger a gift but apparently the whole celebration was very big on good will, not that Tighnari was showing you any with the borderline accusatory tone of his voice.

“Like what?” Your response came in the form of a question, confused. You were sure you weren't looking at him any differently than you had been the day before. Perhaps a little more awake?

“Like you hated my very existence? It was weird to me because we were able to get along just fine last night. ”

Is that how you looked at him? That was how you figured he looked at you.

“And you didn’t?”

His tail bristled behind him and his lips pulled down into a confused frown. “No? When did you ever get that impression?”

It was your turn to become even more confused as you looked at him like he’s grown an extra head. “I mean, I acted like that because you acted like that. It’s been like this since the Akademia when you were constantly being a condescending prick about tutoring me.”

“When was I ever condescending?” This seemed to just be the two of you taking turns to become more and more confused each time you spoke.

“You’re literally doing it now! Listen to how you’re talking!” You gestured wildly and vaguely to his entire being.

“How I’m talking?”

“Uh, yeah? You talk like you’re always right. You always have. You’ve been practically on par with Alhaitham since day one.” You gestured again vaguely with your hands to help indicate your referral to the past.

“You were the one who was always being uncooperative.”

“You think I wanted to cooperate with you when you taught me the content like I was eight years old?” Folding your arms over your chest, you fixed him a look of annoyance and disbelief though less than usual with the memories of how you spoke last night still fresh (ish) in your mind.

He mimicked you in this, folie his own arms and looking at you in the same way that a mother would look at her child whenever they were pushing their luck with what she would allow them to do. An oddly specific comparison but it felt the most accurate as it popped up into your mind.

“I did that because I figured you were being uncooperative because you were studying the content yourself and didn’t want me reteaching it to you because you’d always said that you knew what I was trying to catch you up on and I decided to do less so you wouldn’t have to be doing a bunch extra work during the sessions that the teachers allocated for us.”

You threw your hands up in the air and let them hit against your thighs when they fell back down. “You couldn’t have said something about that?”

“It was difficult to have done so when you hated being near me. You think I wanted to talk to you when you were looking at me like you wanted to throw me out of the Akademia yourself?” He copied your phrasing and your disgruntled tone.

“So this has all just been a bunch of misunderstandings?” You decided to summarise the entire issue, feeling like your world was falling apart around you as a result of your stupidity as the words left your lips.

Tighnari groaned at the realisation while you laughed pityingly at both him and yourself. How such a thing could have slipped past of of the Akademia’s star students and a student that was studying at the same level as him was so beyond the both of you that it was embarrassing but Tighnari’s consciousness of the emotions of other people had come about during his training as a forest ranger rather than during his somewhat reclusive upbringing or his time studying amongst a bunch of egotistical students in the Akademia who knew nothing that went beyond their educational intelligence.

“You know, ha, this is really annoying actually because I really like- liked you before the whole tutoring thing.” You put off your pause between the present and past tense as a slip of the tongue despite the way that your heart thudded in your panic at what you had almost said.

He went quiet at that and you turned your head to see him looking at the ground with an expression that you couldn’t quite decipher. “Nari?”

“Well, since we’re coming clean-“ his smile was one that reflected your pitying laugh from before though clearly directed at himself, “I liked you during the whole tutoring thing, despite how annoying you were. It was a refreshing change from the likes of people such as the other scribes who valued intelligence above all else while you really were just trying to get through the years without getting involved in all of their superiority nonsense. They gave me a headache every time they spoke.”

You both laughed at that, the atmosphere comfortable despite your embarrassing, though only to yourselves, confessions.

The silence that followed made your heartbeat sound embarrassingly loud to you and you were certain that Tighnari would hear it. It was that thought that spurred you to say something that had been on your mind since the realisation that your entire silly little rivalry was because of a bunch of misunderstandings wrapped up in more misunderstandings.

You put your hand over his and smiled at him despite your nerves.

“Then how about a second chance? For the both of us?”

“I think that’ll be the best course of action.”

The rustle of what sounded like leaves above you saved you from an awkward silence and the two of you looked up to see a branch with a small white flower on it.

Tighnari groaned again, his ears pressing against his head as he covered his face specifically with the hand that wasn’t under yours, a gesture that made your heart do a little dance.

“What? What is it?”

“Mistletoe, one of the-“

“Traditions for the celebration-“ Now you remembered it. How could you not when everyone had been hanging it around so often that you’d been commissioned to take a bunch of the stuff down?

You looked back up to the plant, specifically so that you didn’t have to look at Tighnari for fear of your face burning up even more and spied a small ring of purple around at the very top of the branch.

A ring of electro energy.

“What the-?” Tighnari looked up at the confusion to see what you were looking at and you managed to spy his flushed cheeks that he had been covering.

“Dori.” “Cyno.”

“Cyno?” “Dori?”

“Wait, what does Cyno have to do with this?”

“He said something about the two of us needing to get along since we worked with each other.”

“Dori said the same thing. Fairly certain this goes beyond the realms of us getting along though. By either of their standards. Scratch that, this is definitely

something Dori would do.”

There was no way the two of them were working together, what with Cyno being the general mahamatra and Dori being the type of merchant that she was and yet somehow their plans had aligned perfectly for the both of them.

You both laughed again, something that you felt you wouldn’t mind getting used to, and you looked back up to the mistletoe and then down to the forest ranger who had his head cocked to the side and ears twitching in confusion at your contemplative expression.

“So, do we just leave the mistletoe there or-?”

Tighnari laughed, a sound that had your heart warming and a smile reaching your face before your own laughter joined his.

He stood and reached his hand out to you to help you up which you gladly took. “We should return the mistletoe to Dori before she charges us for it.”

And both of your laughter returned anew.

>> — - >

The rest of the week leading up to the final day for the exchange you spent with Tighnari, starting anew with your impressions of each other and becoming surprisingly close. You’d known each other before of course but never to this degree.

“You’re not half bad under all of the fluff and the sarcasm, y’know?”

“Hah! I’m the one who’s not half bad?”

You leaned back a little to get a better look at him, grinning with brows raised in a condescendingly questioning manner, meeting his unimpressed but still smiling face but you couldn’t hold your expression as well as he could and soon you were laughing, giving in to the urge and smiling freely.

Tighnari was smiling more naturally himself and you felt your gaze soften as he turned his head to look at the setting sun. He was so pretty.

His lips were upturned and eyes soft, and it was difficult, when you were seeing him like that, to stop the butterflies that fluttered in your stomach and the way that your heartbeat sped up just that little bit.

You thought back to the gift that you had decided on for him, an album that you had compiled yourself of the various flora decorating Sumeru. You knew that he had all of that information stored away in his head somewhere and amongst various messy notes but he could do with some organisation.

You’d stayed up for several hours ordering your own notes so that you could make it and had to commission a few people to get you all of the samples which you pressed and dried to put into the book, each page coming with its own bookmark that had a little summary of what the plant can be used for which slotted into a flap on the page.

Was it excessive? Perhaps a tad bit but you felt that it was worth it now, seeing Tighnari so relaxed. Maybe you could never keep that expression on his face permanently but you may as well try.

>> — - >

The day of the exchange was the first day that week that you didn’t spend with Tighnari, obviously not about to risk him seeing a gift different from the one that you had bought with him and then putting two and two together to realise that you’d lied about who your exchangee was or he would see it as a second gift - given that you had bought the gift that you had gotten for this Thoma fellow with you - and realise that you had gotten someone else a gift. Either way, it wasn’t ideal for him to see it.

Not that he would pry or anything but he was someone who valued honesty so you preferred not to have him know until the last second.

“Well, seeing as everyone’s here, time to find your exchangee and give them your gift!” And with the sound of Dori’s voice, the last second was now.

People were quick to try and find their given person for the exchange which made you glad for Dori’s extra expenditures to find a large venue though you were certain that she definitely got it all back and then some out of all of this.

However, you could still see very little as you searched for Tighnari, somehow not catching sight of the familiar pair of ears above the crowd or hearing the clinking of the vials that he kept on his person. No, you had to turn and bump right into him to find him.

“Oh! Tighnari, there you are! Did you find your exchangee?” You held the gift behind your back.

He looked almost sheepish as he spoke, a light flush on his cheeks, “I have now.”

You looked around you, only to see that he was clearly talking to you and your eyes widened in surprise before you covered your face with one hand, feeling the heat coming from your cheeks, and giving up on hiding his album.

“And I’ve just found mine.”

“Did Dori set us both up as each other's partners and secret santas?” You just nodded, unable to come to terms with the situation.

“This has to be against the rules of this whole exchange.”

And just in that moment, the merchant in question appeared with a smile and her hands on her hips. “Hey, following the rules is your job here! And you’ve missed one.”

You gave her a look before following the direction of her finger upwards, your gaze landing on a familiar white branch which had your cheeks heating up once more.

“Dori-“

“Nope! You got away with it once but you won’t be getting away with it a second time! You know the rules.”

Yup, you knew alright. It was the reason that your heartbeat had sped up and your gaze was looking anywhere that wasn’t the mistletoe but, when your eyes met Tighnari’s, it was clear that he wasn’t faring any better.

You would have found his blushing cheeks and flattened ears adorable if not for the fact that you were a bit preoccupied with your own flusterdness.

“I mean- if you’re alright with it.”

You heard the rapid swishing of Nari’s tail before any verbal response from him and his hands cupped your cheeks to pull you in for a kiss, his lips pressing to yours sweetly but with a hint of embarrassment that you hoped was washed away when you reciprocated the kiss and your hands found themselves on top of it.

Your breathing evened out and you could deal the smile on Tighnari’s lips up until the two of you jumped away from each other at the cheer that you headed from the other participants which reminded you that you had an audience.

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klonoadreams · 8 months

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From what I remember mako has already met many important characters including 2 future strawhats and a powerful straw hat ally.

Assuming that not too much changes by the time the main story starts. How would these Chracters see mako as meeting her again. Like say meeting a grown up sanji and Law along with th baroque work robin? For me I would at least think sanji and law would be like big brothers to her.

Also any spoilers on who her dad is? Or who mako would be shipped with?

Not much is really different, just that Mako has been alive and in existence for like one more year, making her a year older than what she was originally, but it's also a bit of a mess since like, idk how to tell you, but Shanks is like barely 21 when he has Mako instead of 22, so oop, some things might end up changing, but also god dang, Yassop, you barely knew your own son and now you're just taking care of this rando Shark girl with the others ahahha.

No but seriously, this just means the Red Hair Pirates have Mako longer and that means further disaster because Yassop Daddy experience only goes for like a few months and Mako is half fishman, SO WHOOPS NEW TERRITORY.

So yeah, Robin and Sanji would be ecstatic to see her again, especially since the two of them went their separate ways to pursue their dreams, since Sanji won't get good experience as a cook with Shanks, and Robin, while absolutely delighted to know she is loved and considered important, knows that she has to leave the nest because she can't do what she wants with them and try as they may, they can't help coddling her a bit because Robin mcfucking did not have a good childhood, cmere, you get a hug.

Meanwhile Law would just be happy to see his friend again after so long, to the one person that taught him, alongside Robin, that even monsters deserve to live.

Seeing her thriving and also throwing a wrench in the world government's agenda by just casual exposing cover-ups in order to let the truth shine through....yeah, he’s happy to see her. Genuinely, no joke or nothing. Especially Robin and Sanji, though how the turn tables. He would've thought Mako would've been her own captain to a crew, but nah, she's content letting Luffy do it while being the resident lifeguard cuz she can swim. And also fish. :V

Her dad isn't actually anyone we know but an OC, like a rando mako shark fishman who effectively got picked out of the bunch to pair up with a Kuja Pirate who wasn't exactly considered a good wife for a Celestial Dragon (aka, dude was sterile, or at the very least got poor kid making skills), so curiosity plus pettiness and a bet equals Mako into the mix. Which is very bad.

That said, Mako's bio dad is related to some existing characters. And I will say this, Arlong won't exactly take to well to ever seeing her, because she serves as a constant reminder in a cog to a tragedy.

(Hint: it involves Koala going home - you can figure it out there, but yeah, Mako's uncle is pretty famous :V)

(He also had a hand in how Mako's mother was able to escape and while Mama was hoping to go back to Amazon Lily, she at least was in a safe place amongst Shanks crew when she gave birth to Mako)

Originally, i didn't have romance in mind, but honestly, I'm at a whatever happens, happens, because Mako's circumstances are so unique and complicated, that her situation allows her complexity, given how 17 seems to be the age at which people are considered adults or at least allowed to drink, and being a pirate just adds to it, mixed in with being someone who has a bounty.

Romance isn't off the table for her, so keep an eye out for it. Dont expect anytjing until after the time skip tho, she’s a little like Luffy in that it's the last thing on her mind lmao.

But also she's got a storm coming her way come Whole Cake Island because Big Mom wants Shanks's daughter for connections so...

Lucky son Katakuri got picked by my friends, so that's gonna be a "bruh wtf"

Aka, we got two weddings to crash. Except Mako isn't getting killed, but she still wants out of it, nope nope nope

Anyways wedding dress mako kicking ass. :V

#ask #one piece #one piece (oc)#mako (oc)#gone fishing (fanfic)#feel free to ask about mako

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greypetrel · 10 months

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✨Self-Rec Tag Game ✨

Thank you very much @shivunin! ✨✨✨

Rules: Share five of your own fanworks (fic, art, etc.). Then, tag five more people to share the things they've made. e.g.: 1. Something you absolutely adore 2. Something that was challenging to create 3. Something that makes you laugh (or smile, if that fits more comfortably) 4. Something that surprised you (in how it turned out, how much other people liked it, etc.) 5. Something you want other people to see

Soooo... I'm actually one of those people who can't just tell you ONE favourite thing. If you ask me about my favourite movie, I'll shorten the list to ten and will cry because I left something I love outside. Oops, I guess.

And I also really love colour coordination. 🌈

1. Something I absolutely adore.

I don't absolutely adore any of my works ahahahahahahah.

Beside some self-deprecation, I'm still very please with this fanart of Aisling and Dorian looking outside the window.

I know you don't appreciate much Crossovers, Mo and way too many people around, but the chance to put together two things I love... I would never tackle fanfiction if I didn't have something mine to put it (that's why I started writing fic with Dragon Age, which is based on the "Create your own character" basic), so this was my chance at tackling Tolkien lore which I absolutely adore and has been part of my life ever since I was a little bean.

There's also a fic which is basically LOTR... But with Dragon Age Characters (taking advantage of the fact that in the book nothing much is seen of Mordor... I slipped everyone there and I promise it makes more sense x°D)

2. Something that was challenging to create

Everything concerning Raina, which you can now find in this convenient folder I'll fill little by little on AO3.

I... Accidentally tackled too many things that strikes close to home with her, and writing her is basically something similar to a therapy session. The current thing I'm working on is proving difficult.

But I'll say this official portrait of her, just for the fact that I tried a new way of colouring (thanks to @ndostairlyrium forever and ever for the tips and tricks) and everything was new and challenging. The amount of times I cursed myself for putting a background! xD

3. Something that makes you laugh

You see, Mo, I am very unable to choose just one thing. If you ask me what's my favourite movie, I can shorten my list to 10. I'll give you three.

The Bi Cullen series. I should do another one, I just have to finish it, but this is close to my heart. Because bi panic and science bros.

This little exploration in the Mythal Temple, full with very necessary Indiana Jones and Emperor's New Groove quotes.

And last but not least, the one and only Haunting Queen, Doris the Rage Demon who lives in Cullen and Aisling's stove and is deeply in love with Cullen... And also very jealous. It's jealousy, it's not Aisling that doesn't know how to cook.

4. Something that surprised you (in how it turned out, how much other people liked it, etc.)

Ok, for this I have 2:

Home Was Never on the Ground aka the Monster fic. It's my first attempt at fanfiction and the first prose I had written in YEARS. I thought of an anthology of moments missed in game, or expansions of scenes I liked. I am honestly surprised by the amount of hits it got and even if I see flaws, I like my baby.

One for the Road. Aka. Fenris/Lavellan 2 chapter fic. I wrote it as a divertissement, it ended up to be extra angsty... And I sincerely thought I had totally misinterpreted Fenris here. I remember being so nervous when posting it that I actually considered keeping it for myself. And instead, it was received well?

5. Something you want other people to see

On this I'm more sure! (well.)

My little joy is the DadWolf AU which you can find here. Basically, a Modern AU following the events of DA2 and Inquisition... With something changed.

Namely, Solas woke up 30 years before, and he and Varric were roommates. And they co-parent my Inquisitor, Aisling, and Dorian who are actually science bros. It's something that brings me joy in doing, there's nothing written as per yet save some prompts but it will be!

Also one fanart I'm very very attached to is this one which was done in collaboration with @ndostairlyrium (I drew it, she coloured it), and which now guards me from my wall when I work in my studio.

In case you all were still wondering yes, I'm wordy. I know it's a surprise.

I reckon that I forgot to tag, OOPS. @rosella-writes @oxygenforthewicked @cullenvhenan @cao-the-dreamer @transprincecaspian and for the rest I think everyone was already tagged...? Send me a word if you were not and would like to!

#self-rec tag game #tagged #dragon age fic #da fic #dragon age #da fanart #that's such a sweet thought ;_;

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eric-the-bmo · 8 months

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I may be a villain enthusiast but I will cheer when this man gets punched- who's ready to hear about Jeremiah? {Spoiler-Free}

Much like the events of Sept 16, it's a bit tricky to talk about J without delving into Spoilers- but! I've kept my mouth shut, and will only talk about what the other players know about.

[Note: please take all of this- especially his described personality- with a grain of salt; while I did create him as a character, he's also an NPC that is being further developed by the ST, and I don't mean to step on the ST's toes or hype up J's character too much with this post; I just like talking about him.] @mountainashfae

So.

Jeremiah is Leo's sire, and a very mysterious one at that.

Most of what we knows about his motives and past are speculation, though I have a bit more information than the rest of the players due to a vision Leo received in Episode Four. (Out-of-game, I let the other players know that the ep4 Vision sort of confirmed one of our theories: the one stating that Harrison, the coterie's current boss, is Leo's grand-sire. Since it's partially right, this means it's very likely that he and Jeremiah know each other.)

Jeremiah is charismatic, arrogant, and fond of being the center of attention as a form of control; Though he'd probably seem nice, actually, or at least until he realizes his tricks aren't working. He never quite apologizes over large mistakes and/or actions, often just leaving until it all blows over and acting like nothing happened; Maybe a gift to try and make things better, but never an apology.

It's been mentioned out-of-canon he fidgets a lot- not in a nervous way, just excess energy [like finger-tapping, for instance]. He also has a speaking quirk, adding "yeah?" to the end of his sentences, maybe to emphasize them or to make sure you're listening- who knows. ["Let's try that again, yeah?"]

Additional facts provided by the ST (albeit in a half-joking manner) is that he likes baseball and knows how to speak Spanish, but refused to let Leo know what any of it meant. There is also currently a running joke in the chronicle that Pauline, one of Leo's coterie members, is going to run him over with her car- or least attempt to hurt him, at the very least. It's been stated that the two of them probably wouldn't like each other, due to how similar they are.

[I draw this guy a lot- I love his design, oops- but I don't have many images of him I'm fond of. This is the best one ^]

Of course, more about Jeremiah, like his spoiler-free backstory and current whereabouts, are underneath the Readmore:

Jeremiah seems to be an Anarch, having been heard calling other vampires licks, and doesn't seem fond of the Camarilla- Leo claims to have overheard him complaining about them before.

Jeremiah spent a lot of time in San Jose- though it's unconfirmed if he's originally from there- and the ST stated that he used to feed from people sleeping in alleyways until, and I quote, "he realized he was too good for that."

Being a Sandman predator like Leo, his current and preferred method of feeding is getting his targets intoxicated- probably almost to the point of passing out- before promising to take them home, only to feed off of them instead (Does he even send them home??).

This is absolutely made worse by the fact he's a bartender. This man does this to his own patrons. [The fact he even does this also implies that Jeremiah himself is a bit of an alcoholic, since vampires get the effects of the drugs their victims take, and I have many thoughts about this. What's up, man, why are you like this.]

Throughout the relationship(???) with Leo, he would occasionally leave for a few days or more- (whether it was for vampire-related reasons or not for all of the times he left are unknown, given his habit of just Leaving instead of apologizing)- and, of course, he manipulated Leo's memories. J has a handful of nicknames to refer to his childe by, with the most common one being doll. [However I am just now considering the implications of this in tandem with the Dominate discipline]

In Episode Three, Leo informs his sister that he broke up with J. It's unconfirmed if this is true.

Leo stated to the coterie that Jeremiah sent him away to San Jose, and didn't elaborate any further- one of the players speculates that J's decision here was a way to try and protect Leo, as Chicago is a Camarilla-run city; an unauthorized Embrace, especially one by an Anarch, surely wouldn't be welcome. Leo has attempted to defend his sire's actions.

While his childe is determined to stay silent about what happened on Sept 16 and the Time Gap that followed, it's possible Jeremiah might have some words about it.

Currently, he resides in Chicago; He seems to be kept busy dealing with the aftermath of Sept 16, as well as whatever else he's planning, and so far has not called Leo or anything of the sorts to check up on him. It's been implied out-of-game that he's connected to the Cobweb and might be keeping an eye on Leo through it, however this statement is unconfirmed in-canon.

It's established that Jeremiah will eventually make an appearance in Blood and Silicon, but none of us know when he's going to show up...

#CHISS U CAN READ THIS TOO DW <3 #ANOTHER FACT BTW: the ST said that Bug Like an Angel by Mistki fits him and I think I figured out how but its Spoilers #anyway I made him to be The Worst Boyfriend Ever #[aka i researched ghoul/kindred relationships and gave him my exagerrated flaws]#The ST and I planned how he's going to show up I hope it's cool #I have SO MANY thoughts on the ep4 vision oh my god #the IMPLICATIONS??? HELLO????#eric finally speaks #vtm oc #malkavian #vtm ocs #vtm #vampire the masquerade

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bbunnybirdd · 2 years

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You post a lot about Dungeon Meshi and I was wondering if you'd recommend it and what the plot is? It looks interesting ^-^

Oh definetly!! Dungeon meshi is mayhaps my favourite manga. Not to mention the soon coming anime!! Excited!!!! This is an advertizement essay now.

The start is very lighthearted (minus like the starting premise being that the protag's sister gets eaten by the dragon and that's why they have to rush back down to the dungeon to save her since resurrection is a thing) but it will get uhm. It will go to places. And on their way back to the lower levels of the dungeon they will cook various meals of monsters that they come across (since they didn't have time to get new resources)! That's where the manga's name comes from. (haha going in for funny monster food comedy oh oops THAT'S KIND OF A LOT GOING ON HUH)

So what I've gathered so far, I've seen many turn down reading by just seeing Laios and being like "oh boring protag man" but nope. He's a living monster encylopedia and yearns for info about the monsters all the way to their taste. He can imitate a dog perfectly. He thought a man who hated him was his best friend. I love him so much.

Marcille first seems very soft uwu babey but no, we casually learn that she knows magic like,, actual necromancy. Not just resurrection. :) and she's actually quite unhinged. Also she's girl best friends with Falin (the sister of Laios I mentioned earlier) and wants to save her very much.

Chilchuck is there to just do his work but gets attached to rest of the party. Also the fact that he's a half-foot and other races tend to mistake him for tall-man child when he's actually almost 29, has 3 children and his wife left him. Epic divorce man.

(for comparison half-foot live to be around 50 when elves can live to hundreds and this is important plot wise later on but would also be a spoiler so)

Senshi is the "parent" of the group helping rest of the party to go to lower levels + is mainly the one teaching them about cooking (also we learn through his backstory that there's an extremely heart wrenching reason why he feels the need to keep everyone fed) He's also the fanservice of the series and the only character we've seen pantyshots of.

Izutsumi joins the party way later and she has a cat soul bound with her own and she wants to break the curse that made this so. However later on we get hints that she's becoming more okay with having two souls. Also she's. A cat girl. Like not the usual depiction of just having ears and tail, her behaviours are very affected by the second soul.

Izutsumi sensing a ghostie:

Falin is Laios' sister and very loved and to describe her,, she would show you a cool bug she found. I can't tell too much about her without spoiling major plot points :-)

Oops my hand slipped.

+++ Ryoko Kui's art is very distinct in itself, her character design is pretty much always mentioned when talking about dunmeshi!! And the world building!!!

Also people are being horny over the winged lion..,,

This is not only my blog's desktop version's background but also my actual desktop image (tinified for tumblr):

Heartwarming moments ;_;

+ special mention to characters I didn't even mention but you get to meet by reading!

So I might really like this series.

Bonus, this super cute comic set in our world from the mangaka's blog (izutsumi is a picky eater):

#just pupulintu stuff #dungeon meshi

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placeinthemiddleofnowhere · 2 years

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Wedding Bells, Planning Hell

Pairing: Terrance Swaino x Female!Reader

Warnings: Drug use, Alcohol, Smut (18+), oral, sex

Summary: Slight enemies to lovers. Reader is through in Manchester for a long weekend helping her best friend plan her wedding. The only thing is her friend’s older brother Terrance is hanging around and she hates him...or so she thought. Apparently he's not that bad. And kinda...hot?

A/N: Oops my fingers slipped and I wrote almost 9k worth of fic based on a character I have so many mixed feelings about. Hopefully someone else likes this ahaha enjoy!

If you had to look at one more shade of white you felt like your eyes might scorch away. You didn’t even know there were so many varieties, you just figured white was white. But that wasn’t the case, apparently you’d been living a very uncultured life. There was Ivory, pearl, ice, bone, ivory, simply white, scottish road, ivory, christ did you forget to mention ivory? Jesus lord, take me now.

“Mags, I love you so much, like so so much. But if you don’t make a decision I’m gonna pass away. The only white I’m gonna be seeing is the white light of heaven's gates,” you groan, dramatically falling to your knees in front of your poor friend.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, turning in her rickety wooden chair so that she could face you. Her long dark hair was mussed from the amount of times her hands had raked through it and her cheeks were rosy with stress. You’d both been at this for far too long. Your head was practically developing its own pulse.

“The only way you’re seeing heaven is if they take you up just to drop you harder into the pit,” she smirked. “Besides, I wanna do this right. I’m only getting married once, I want this to be perfect! God knows I’m not gettin’ input from George, I need you on this with me.”

You groaned again and picked up her fabric samples, abducting them all and leaving her with two small scraps. If she wasn’t going to choose between fifty then she could choose between two.

“Then you can pick between ivory and,” you squinted at the tiny loopy font, “chantilly lace? Christ, what even is that?”

“It’s classy is what it is,” Mags sniffed, shooting you a signature hazel eyed glare.

“Then it sounds like we’ve made a decision! At last!” you laughed, clawing the slippery ivory cloth from her fingers and into the discard pile.

“Ugh, you’re almost as bad as Georgie,” she said, playfully shooting you a glare.

You snorted and turned, dumping the table cloth scraps onto the old wooden table and sat back in your chair, wincing as it creaked with your returning weight. Everything in the Swaino’s kitchen was so old you wondered how it managed to sit the whole army that was Mags’ family. The place was filled with antique furniture and chintzy walls, smelling faintly of dinner and hair product, a touch of lingering cigarette smoke filling every room.

It was easy to see how Mags was the way she was, how she got so scrappy and determined. Being the youngest in a family like the Swainos had to be a fight. You shook your head as you watched her dutifully glue the off-white scrap into her heaving wedding scrapbook. It was barely closable with the amount of samples and leaflets and coupons she had bursting out of it. It made you break out into a grin as she struggled to keep the page flat.

“Face it, without me you wouldn’t even have a dress yet, the guests would turn up and you’d still be comparing centrepieces,” you tisked, thinking back to the dreaded first few pages of planning.

“Yeah, yeah. I know I’m bein’ crazy about all this, its just I want to be able to look out on my wedding day and think, ‘there’s not a single thing I would change’. I want to stroll down the aisle and onto the dance floor and know I did everything right,” Mags declared, resting her head on her hand as she day dreamed.

Mags had been your best friend since the moment you had started at your new company just a few years ago. The two of you worked in a New York office that her family always prefixed with ‘fancy’ in that knowing sort of way between themselves, and now you were both in her family home taking some time off over a long weekend to plan her wedding to George. You loved the girl, she showed the ropes around work and didn’t let anyone give you shit, but this wedding stuff was making her go full bridezilla.

You’d arrived the night before, on Thursday, and met half of her family, talking to extremely excited sisters and aunties and uncles, and of course her mother. You’d been bombarded with people. And now you sat with kids blaring cartoons from the livingroom and women on phone calls that rattled through the house. You figured you’d had just about all you could handle for the day.

“I think it’s time for a little break,” you said, waggling your eyebrows and hoping you could entice her out.

“What? We’ve still got to look at catering, and then there's the cake and the grooms cake and-”

“Margaret Jane Swaino,” you sighed, stopping her in her tracks. “We have been at this since eight this morning and now it’s three in the afternoon. I think we’ve earned ourselves a little drink. Whaddaya say?”

Mags huffed out a breath and stared at you for a moment, pursing her lips. She looked like she could be swayed in either direction until a mournful scream broke through from the lounge and suddenly she was jumping into action. She was hauling her puffy jacket on faster than you could even blink.

“Shouldn’t we go check on the kids and make sure no ones dying through there?” you asked, pulling your own jacket over your back and quirking your brow.

“Nah. We go through there it's gonna be all ‘I want a snack’ and ‘she hit me’ and ‘I shit my pants’,” she snorted, already sneaking over to the sliding door and making her way to the porch. “Get out before it's too late!”

You didn’t need much more convincing than that. Sure, you’d do anything to play polite house guest, but that was way beyond your remit. Escape sounded good.

—---

Well it turned out you were escaping one hell and entering another.

You didn’t know Manchester particularly well, so when you set off for drinks you let Mags lead the way. So ultimately she chose the local popular spot. Which also happened to be the same bar that Terrance Swaino frequented, Mags’ gross older brother.

“Baby sis! Oh my god, what’re you doin’ back here?”

His voice sliced through you like a line of rusty barbed wire. Sure enough, he was there in his big black jacket, sporting his usual goatee that made you wonder what decade he was from. Suddenly memories were filling your mind and the thought of him drunkenly slurring “you’re too pretty to be some jerk off’s coffee slave” was all that echoed around your head.

You’d only met him once before when he’d come to visit Mags for drinks one night and that one night had felt like more than enough time for you to make your mind up on him. He was a childish, gross dickhead. He’d spent the whole night taking cheap flirty shots at you, talking about his friends and dumping on them, and getting totally plastered before needing to be hauled off to his hotel room by Mags when he couldn’t stand anymore. Bleh.

To your chagrin Mags crossed the gloomy room and made a beeline for Terrance. You felt like you might melt into sludge on the old frayed carpet. You stalked behind her and approached his small group of friends, hunching over and appearing as small as possible. Hoping you wouldn’t stand out too much.

“Ter bear!” Mags laughs, throwing her arms around her brother. “I booked time off work! We’re weddin’ planning.”

“We…? Oh! Fuck, hello gorgeous. Didn’t see ya there,” he grins, finally directing his attention towards you.

“Hi Terrance,” you say, biting back a sigh. “How you keeping?”

“I’m keeping very fuckin’ well,” he smirked, running his tongue over his lip. “How bout’ you uh-…?”

You narrow your eyes as you watch him squint at you and for a second it feels like you can actually hear the rusty cogs squealing in his mind. He clearly has no idea who you are. You can already tell that he’s trying to decide if you were a previous conquest or a new challenge. You huff out a breath and put him out of his misery reminding him of your name.

“We met a couple months back after Mags’ engagement. I work with her at the firm.”

“Oh shit! Oh man, right! You’re not from around here, huh? You guys should sit with us and we’ll make sure to give you a warm Manchester welcome. These are the guys,” Terrance said, beginning to gesture to his two smirking friends. “Frank and Packie.”

“Nice to meet you guys,” you murmured, smiling weakly.

They sent a wave your way and immediately it felt like you were in the spotlight. A new girl, a girl that wasn’t related to anyone there. Fresh meat. You avoided eye contact and quickly sat down next to Mags, folding your arms across yourself and hoping the men would behave themselves.

“You said you work with Maggie, right? What is it you do there?” Frank asked, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, I’m a PA as well!”

“What, the boss needs two people to make him coffee?” Swaino sniggers.

“You made that joke last time,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Besides, Mags works for the Chairman, I work for the CEO and it’s more than just getting coffee too.”

“Yeah, man! PA’s have to respond to sensitive emails and set up workshops and meeting spaces,” Packie said with an all too serious stare.

“Uh, yeah that’s right actually…” you confirmed, not used to someone actually knowing what you do.

“Packie actually listens when I rant about my job, don’t ya Pack,” Mags trilled, cutting off your stunned silence. “Not like this fuckin’ idiot.”

She proceeded to mess with Terrance’s hair, rubbing her palm straight into the bouncy mop and sending it wild with static. You giggled as he ripped her hands off of him and started ranting at her, going off in that big broad accent of his. He was waving his arms around, getting comically mad as she unsuccessfully tried not to snort-laugh

“How many times do we have to go over this? The hair’s off limits!’” he growled, desperately trying to smooth it back to how it was.

You shook your head and turned just in time to see Frank roll his eyes as well. It seemed you had an ally. He winked at you in acknowledgment and stood up, asking if anyone would like a drink. You felt your cheeks heat up as you watched him. The man was tall and you had to admit it was a weakness of yours. You were a sucker for big guys that’d make you feel all protected and cherished.

“I’ll take a beer if you’re offering,” you smiled.

“Of course! Anything for you Maggie?”

“I need something stronger, I got the wedding planning guilt foggin’ my brain. Can you get me a double vodka and coke?”

He snorted at that but nodded and went on his way, taking all six plus feet with him. You must’ve been obvious with your staring cause you noticed Mags’ brother staring right back at you after a few seconds and uncomfortably looked away. Damn it. You prayed the asshole wouldn’t bring it up in front of everyone.

“So, what is it you do Packie?” you asked, ensuring the conversation stayed away from your staring.

“Well I actually do a couple different odd jobs-”

You let Packie drone on for a little bit and tuned out, satisfied that Terrance wasn’t going to rat on you and sat back waiting on your beer. At least this was a break from the wedding explosion waiting for you when you got back to the house, you thought. Even if you did have to put up with the staring and the dumb flirty comments.

—

A while later, just as you were relaxing into your buzz, Mags ended up doubling over and puking an oil tankards worth of booze up in the bathroom. You were by her side in an instant of course, sweeping up her hair and telling her it was all gonna be ok, but you knew for a fact that was her out for the count for the foreseeable twenty four hours.

“I just-I just-I..oh,” Mags wailed, not knowing what to say. “I’m soooo sorry, I-”

“Shh, it’s alright, Mags. Let’s get you home, huh?” You reassured, trying to haul her to her feet.

It took a little bit of force but eventually you managed to yank her up and soon you were tottering back through the bar and unsteadily toward the doorway. You bit your lip and kept her balanced over your side, her arm draped messily around your shoulder, but you weren’t quite strong enough to support all of her. Shit.

Just as you were about to tumble off balance you felt her weight lift from you and just as you righted yourself you looked up to see Terrance on her other side. He grinned over at you and motioned his head, urging you out toward the warm summer night just beyond the doorway.

You blinked in surprise at first but got to walking and soon you were out, breathing in the fresh air and looking up at the moon in a daze. Mags had now passed out, essentially lying across your lap, while Terrance was on her other side. He was talking to someone over the phone, ordering a taxi you eventually realised.

“You have to do this a lot?” he asked eventually, knocking you out of your stupor.

“What?”

“Get my drunk ass baby sister home to safety?” he chuckled.

“Last I remember it was you getting hauled off,” you muttered, defending your friend.

He looked at you, taken aback for a second before he laughed and shook his head. You frowned over at him, wondering what was so funny before he rested his head against the concrete and turned to you once again.

“You don’t like me much do ya?”

You bristled at the accusation and immediately started to try and defend yourself.

“Well you were being super gross last time we met…” you trailed.

“Shit…I was?” he asked, looking genuinely confused.

You shook your head and grinned, leaning your own head back against the wall and looking back up to the sky. Of course he didn’t know he was being a weirdo. You thought for a second, figuring out the gentlest way to explain to him that saying, “if you’re looking for a man, I can pencil you in,” isn’t a turn on. Though you were interrupted before you could complete the thought.

“I’ll be honest I was kinda fucked by the time you guys got to the bar that night. If I was an asshole I’m sorry about that,” he said, offering you a small smile.

You blinked, surprised that he was apologising, but soon collected yourself. You gulped and offered him a shrug, feeling your tension around him ease.

“Thanks for apologising. I guess I’m just not used to being around guys like you,” you remarked.

“Guys like me?” he shot back, frowning deeply.

“Like, um…” you struggled for a second, “like I guess macho guys, I dunno-shit. I guess you’re just not like the guys in New York.”

He chuckled a deep gravelly laugh as he watched you struggle for words and clearly took great pleasure in watching you squirm. His smile remained on his face, and he side eyed you for a second, flicking his gaze over you like a jungle cat. Your breath hitched.

“Do you know what I think it is, sweetheart?”

You rolled your eyes at the pet name.

“What?”

“I don’t think you’re used to gettin’ flirted with,” he said confidently.

You snorted. Oh, this was where he was going with this. Like you were some kind of waif that couldn’t get attention. You got attention, you just weren’t keen on men that were too forward. Men that swaggered around like they owned the place. Men that thought they could force and flatter their way through to your pants.

“Why wouldn’t I get flirted with? I remember you saying I was so hot I could charge a solar panel.”

You delighted in watching him wince at that, he adjusted his big thick jacket around his shoulders and raked his hand through his dark hair. The thick locks bounced back up like springs and it made you look down to Mags, looking at how rumpled her hair was after her little puke fest. If the swainos had one thing going for them it was their big thick hair.

“You know what, I officially give up,” Terrance declared. “I can see when my chances are screwed.”

“Wise choice,” you laughed, staring back up at him “Maybe you could try and be a little less corny with next girl, huh?”

“Shit, y’know most girls think it’s endearing,” he shrugged.

“Wow, that’s a big word, must really impress girls,” you snarked, smacking your hand over your mouth when you realised how dry you’d been.

Terrance’s eyes comically widened and his mouth dropped open. He looked absolutely scandalised.

“Woah. You’re brutal aren’t ya? Better warn Frank about that,” he remarked.

“Frank?”

“Yeah, I saw you checking him out. You were pretty fuckin’ obvious about it,” he laughed. “Was waiting on you makin’ a move.”

“Was not,” you snorted.

“Yeah you were, don’t fuckin lie you coward. What was it you liked about him, huh? What’s he got that I don’t?”

Your heart thudded in your chest and felt like it might come beating right out. Just as you thought you might overheat from the embarrassment of it all, you saw headlights approaching and realised it must be your taxi. You were saved by the wheels. You sighed and got to your feet, starting to try and tug the still unconscious Mags up with no help from Swaino. He was still giving you that signature molton brown stare.

“Terrance,” you gritted out, arms burning from attempting to get Mags upright. “Little help?”

“Tell me why you got a crush on Frankie boy and I’ll carry her myself,” he declared, a shit eating grin spreading across his features.

Oh you could just smack that goatee right off of him. You groaned and when the car finally pulled up to the sidewalk, you realised there was only one way into it.

“He’s tall,” you shrugged.

“Really? That’s all it takes?” he laughed, getting to his feet.

“Tall men are hot- woah” you said, almost unbalancing as Mags’ brother took her from you and left you feeling feather light.

Terrance watched you for a second, before he shook his head and gathered his sister into his arms, rather ungracefully hauling her over his shoulder. He may as well have been lugging a sack of potatoes. Meanwhile you’d found your balance, impressed that Terrance was still able to hold Mags up like that after all those drinks and you were struggling just to stay on your own feet.

“You know I might be a little shorter than him, but it’s only cause those inches were put to use somewhere else,” he winked, stalking over to the car.

Every muscle in your face wrinkled in disgust and you took a pause before following behind him. You weren’t entirely convinced you actually wanted to go in with him, but then again you were desperate to get home and sink into bed. Sophie's choice. You rolled your eyes for the thousandth time and did a little half jog to catch up with him, scowling as you got into the taxi.

“You’re fuckin gross,” you muttered.

—

“Mornin, sweetheart. Cute PJs, very nice.”

You jumped as you walked into the kitchen and did a double take as you saw Terrance sitting at the kitchen table with a smug look on his face and a mug of coffee. You gritted your teeth and locked eyes with him, he trailed his gaze over you, biting his lip through his grin. There was no escape from the man.

You stared down at your baggy shirt and pyjama shorts, suddenly wishing the shirt came down just an extra few inches. Looking back over at him, you noticed he wasn’t wearing his jacket for once, he was just in a black T-shirt and dark jeans, his golden chain glinting in the soft morning light. It was difficult not to notice his bulging arms now they were on full display, difficult not to think about how into him you’d be if he weren't…well him.

“Is there coffee left or did you just make enough for yourself,” you finally said, washing the image of his arms around you out of your mind.

“Coffee pot’s over there,” he said, motioning with his head.

As soon as you knew where to get yourself some caffeine you scurried away, finding a stray mug in the dish rack and filling it as much as possible. The warm bitter smell of coffee washed through you and before even taking a sip, you could feel the warmth seeping into your system. It wrapped you in a hug and washed through your head, numbing the hangover and your thumping heart.

Once you’d had a generous gulp, you took it over to the table and sat for a second, losing yourself in the heavily floral wallpaper. You traced along the vines and petals with your eyes and spaced out, feeling white noise creeping through your skull.

“Not a mornin’ person, huh?”

You blinked and stared back over at Terrance, fearing for a second that your head was going to fall off your shoulders you’d moved so quickly. He laughed as he studied you and reached over to the chair next to him, pulling a large white box out from under the table and offering it over to you.

“What’s that?” you asked, eying the box suspiciously.

“Breakfast,” he grinned, opening the lid.

Inside there were a few donuts scattered haphazardly around. Clearly the box had been full at one point but the supply had been decimated. You assumed that must be why you were woken up by the kids screaming outside. They were high out their little minds with a sugar rush.

You picked out a simple glazed one that was oozing a little jam, admiring the way the sugar glistened. It looked like a good fuckin’ donut.

After taking a bite, you could confirm, that was a great fuckin’ donut. You moaned and took another bite and sipping at your coffee, accidentally catching Terraces eye after your outburst. He was smirking.

“What?” you said, narrowing your eyes.

“Didn’t say anything,” he said innocently, holding his hands up. “Glad you’re enjoying it is all.”

Yeah right. He was enjoying watching you a little too much for your tastes. You shook your head and continued to eat, staring off at the wallpaper again, hoping you could ignore anymore awkward conversation with Mags’ annoying brother and praying she’d be down soon. Though if track records were anything to go by that was doubtful.

Soon enough the comfortable silence was broken when giggles broke out from the hallway. You frowned and looked over at the door just as two little girls pounced through it, both sporting thick pigtails and big toothy grins. They skipped their way over to Terrance and pounced onto his lap,

“Uncle Terry!” One of them exclaimed.

“We drew this for you!” said the other.

The little girl whipped out a crudely drawn crayon picture, brandishing it proudly right in front of his eyes. You giggled as you watched him adjust to having the paper smacked right in his face, taking it from them and putting it to an actual viewable level.

“Aw man, look at that. You made this just for me?” He said, his voice breaking out into a dramatically touched tone. “Isn’t that sweet. Is that me and my bike? You guys did such a good job, that’s like the perfect red you used!”

“Yeah, and- and- an, um…” one of the girls trailed, struggling to get her words out with excitement.

“It’s ok, take a breath darlin’. Take a second and figure out what you wanna say,” he instructed gently, stroking her back in encouragement.

“Um, uncle terry I was just saying that um, we put a doggy in the picture cause uh, we know you like dogs,” she said proudly, pointing to a big grey blob that stood off in the corner of the colourful scribbles.

“Ah, yeah you did! That’s so sweet, it’s just like Frankie’s dog, huh? You guys did great. I’m gonna hang this one up on the fridge right next to your other one,” he declared, putting the drawing down and giving them a big bear hug.

You clutched your coffee cup tightly in your hand and let the warm ceramic distract you from the display in front of you. It’s not like you were racing to have kids, or even sure if you wanted them, but seeing him so sweet with his little nieces was certainly painting him in a different light. It knocked a chip out of the fuck boy caricature you’d constructed in your mind, because clearly he wasn’t all lewd comments and grossness.

Terrance Swaino was actually a multifaceted human man, not just a big talking dildo. Who knew?

The girls soon raced off, excitedly talking about the other masterpieces they were going to create together and left you and Terrance alone again. You watched as he examined the drawing further, before sliding it onto the table with a grin.

“Little picassos in the making my sisters say,” he laughed, taking a swig out of his coffee.

You took a closer look at the drawing and sniggered, looking at the homunculus in front of you and back at Terrance, comparing the two. They did a good job of thickly drawing his goatee and big hair on, though you couldn’t help but find his large sausage fingers and thumb like head hilarious.

“Yeah, I think they really captured your essence.”

“Oh yeah,” he snorted, “It’s nice to see they noticed my big ears and huge clown feet.”

You giggled and sat back in your chair, taking a sip out of your coffee.

“Figure you’d be happy with big feet. You know what they say about those,” you said, raising your brows.

“Big socks?” he answered, chestnut eyes glinting as he stared back at you.

“Woah, surprised you shot down a chance to talk about your big dick,” you snorted.

“Sounds like you’re doing a good job of hypin’ it up yourself, sweetheart,” he winked.

With that he stood up and dumped his coffee cup in the sink with a clatter. You scrambled, trying to undo what you’d just said but he didn’t give you the opportunity to take anything back. He raced off through the doorway and outside, roaring something to the kids that made them all scream.

You sat there with a deep sigh and rubbed at your aching temples. You did not just tell Terrance Swaino that his dick was big, you thought, surely that didn’t just happen. Jesus help me.

—-

Maggie had eventually awoken that day and man was the aftermath of her hangover a beast. She took two cups of coffee and three donuts until she could stop groaning. Then she piled herself into the shower and declared you both had to go out for brunch.

She packed her book of course, and soon you found yourself on your third cup of coffee continuing to bully your way through wedding planning. She would pull out endless options from leaflets and directories, slamming books onto the metal table and making unimpressed noises at every single option until you would snap and give her the choice between the two options she’d made the least faces at.

It was a tedious system but it was getting you both somewhere.

“You’re such a slave driver, you know that?” she laughed, penning her choice of make up artist into her book in a looping scrawl.

“Well after that night we had, you can’t not expect me to be a little crabby,” you shrugged.

Mags bit her lip and stared off in another direction, knowing that once the drinking started it was her that was buying rounds like they were going out of fashion. Not that you could blame her, you knew how stressed she was about getting the wedding perfect and how hard she’d had it at work. She deserved to unwind a bit. Even if it did leave you both fucked that day.

“Yeah we really overdid it huh?” she muttered, shaking her head. “We cannot let that happen again. You know how annoying Ter’s gonna be cause he had to carry me home again? After I made such a big deal about how I wasn’t that person anymore since I moved!”

“Aw Mags, I’m sure he’ll be very understanding and sympathetic,” you smirked.

You both sat in silence for a second and burst out laughing at the same time. Terrance sympathetic? No he was gonna milk this for all it was worth.

“Fucking hell. I come back here and I’m drinking myself into the toilet in two seconds flat,” she groaned, leaning back in her chair. “This town has an effect on me.”

“To be fair I wasn’t far behind you,” you shrugged, attempting to make her feel better.

“Yeah right, you were on beer all night,” she snorted. “It was a good thing you weren’t that close behind me, if I had to have Ter in the bathroom with me agian, I think that really would have me dying of embarrassment.”

“Again?” you asked incredulously. “He doesn’t strike me as the type to be caught dead in a woman’s bathroom, isn’t he like…too ‘alpha’ for that or whatever?”

“Jesus no. If he ever caught me out drinking he’d always be floating around making sure I had zero chance with any guys and holding my hair back for me when I hit my limit,” she grimaced. “He’s a pain in the ass, but he’s always been a good big brother. You know he bought me my first tampons?”

“Holy shit, what?” you laughed.

“Yeah, dude! He’s great, he grew up with all us women around him, so he’s actually really sweet about all the girly shit. He puts on this whole big asshole front to other people, but he’s actually a real marshmallow on the inside,” she insisted.

You wanted to open your mouth and immediately disprove her, but you took a second and realised you probably shouldn't trash her brother for one, and also he wasn’t all bad really. He had made sure you and Mags got home safe, and he did get breakfast for you and was really sweet on the kids. Maybe you’d been a touch too harsh with him. Just a touch though.

“Anyway, enough about my idiot brother,” Mags said, fixing her gaze back onto her book. “Back to the Wedding!”

—

A few hours later you’d departed from the diner and left for Mags’ house once more. She’d done her best to prop her eyes open and continue to pour over wedding stuff for a while longer, but as the night drew in and shadows crept into the house she’d called time out. Mags went to bed early and sluggishly mounted the stairs while you crept out onto the porch and drank in the warm summer air. You’d been dying for some peace to yourself.

The street outside was still and a gentle breeze rolled through, scattering a couple stray leaves here and there. It was peaceful. Perfect. You closed your eyes and bathed in the silence for a minute, enjoying a reprieve from traffic and screaming kids until the sound of a loud engine startled you from your dozing state.

“What the fuck?” you whispered to yourself.

A cherry red bike sliced through the darkness with its bright headlights and barreled toward you, slowing as it approached the house. You squinted when it came to a halt and rubbed at your tired eyes, looking to see who was climbing off of it only to be greeted with the sight of Terrance clambering toward you.

“You’re up late sweetheart,” he called out.

“Hard not to be with that racket,” you grimaced, staring off toward his bike.

“Would you have rather I let you fall asleep out here?” he challenged, coming to a stop in front of you.

Your lips formed a thin line and you shook your head, not able to dispute him. Maybe it was better he’d ridden by, you thought.

“What’re you doing riding around so late?” you asked, changing the subject.

He shrugged, walking toward the front door and edging off to the right of it. You watched him, wondering what on earth he was doing. Though, Terrance was unaffected by your staring and muttered something to himself, sounding as if he was counting as he traced his hands along the worn white bricks of the house. He came to a stop suddenly and pulled a loose brick out, fetching a small silver tin out of the hidden crevice.

He walked back toward you and settled down next to you with a thump, setting the tin by his side as he slid his jacket off and revealed the T-shirt and chain combo he’d had on that morning. Your throat went dry as you found yourself staring at his arms again, but he didn’t notice your gaze. He was too busy messing with whatever was in the tin now.

“You partake?” he asked, breaking the silence.

You tilted your head and wondered what the hell that meant until you looked at the tin properly and realised he was in the beginning stages of rolling a joint. You quirked an eyebrow and watched as he began to roll the paper between his fingers, poking his big tongue out from between his lips and licking the paper.

“I uh- I used to,” you said finally. “Is that what you came by for?”

He shook his head and pulled a lighter out of his discarded jacket pocket. The lighter sparked up a warm yellow flame and licked through the brown paper, turning it to ash and sparking the joint. You watched the glow as it brightly shone off of his chain and admired the smoke as it crept toward the sky in a thick strand.

“I got stuff at home,” Terrance finally clarified, taking a draw. “I just noticed you sitting out and figured I’d see if you wanted company. I always keep a stash here so when it comes to getting through parties, I got a little somethin’ to help. When you say you used to smoke, does that mean you won’t now?”

You considered him for a second, watching as he took another draw and relaxed back against the porch post. The skunky smell was filling your senses and suddenly flashbacks of lazy high school days were filling your mind. You found yourself shaking your head back at him and smiling.

“If you’re offering I’ll smoke a little,” you shrugged.

He took one last draw, tapping the end against the bannister and shaking the ash from it before handing it over to you. You accepted it, bringing it to your lips and taking a puff, drawing the smoke into you and inhaling slowly. You giggled as you huffed the smoke from your lungs and simpered off into the distance.

“Hitting you already, lightweight?” Terrance teased.

“Nah…I just haven't smoked weed since I finished my degree,” you smirked. “I feel like a school kid again. Sittin’ outside my friends parents house and talking quiet so we don’t get caught.”

He laughed at that and let you have another few draws before taking it back from you, closing his eyes sleepily as he took another. You settled your hands behind you and smiled sleepily to yourself as you felt your mind begin to buzz and your body relax into the porch. This was actually nice. His company wasn’t too shabby after all.

You swivelled a little and faced him, admiring the way he smoked through your hazy eyes. He looked effortless, like he was in a photoshoot or something. It turned out when he was quiet he was genuinely quite attractive. His jawline caught the glint of the streetlights and his nose was silhouetted sharply in the night shadows. It made you wonder how many fights he’d been in, made you gaze across down at his hands and observe the hardened calluses.

“Your eyes are big as shit right now,” he smirked, watching you right back.

You poked your tongue out at him and he snorted before reaching out to ruffle your hair. You were about to squeal until you remembered the sleeping people in the house and settled for a fake glare instead.

“I thought there was a ‘no messing up the hair’ rule?” you groused.

“For me,” he clarified. “Besides, you were being cute. Couldn’t help it.”

Heat crept up onto your cheeks and you looked away from him for a second. This couldn’t be happening. You were not crushing on him, you absolutely were not. You tried to remind yourself of all the gross things he’d said, but all that was ringing in your head was your conversation that morning. He actually was kinda endearing?

How baffling.

“You know, I’m not a woman expert. I’m a big enough man to admit that,” he said, speaking slowly as the high settled in, “but I do feel like I’m growin’ on ya.”

You stiffened and swivelled your head, narrowing your eyes.

“Just because I’m not cursing you out doesn’t mean I fancy you,” you growled.

“I didn’t say ‘fancy’, mostly because I’m not a little school kid, but no one brought up anything like that. I just said I was growin’ on ya. And it looks like I’m absolutely right if that’s your take.”

You gritted your teeth and stared him down, willing yourself to see him as the asshole you’d always thought he was before. Though now, maybe with a little help from the weed and maybe with looking at him a little harder, you couldn’t quite see him the same. Sure he was a childish dick, but there was no denying that he was hot as shit and he had his nice moments.

“No idea what you’re talking about,” you finally said, trying to dismiss him.

He smirked at that and put out the last of the joint, making sure to stow the stub away into the bush. Once he was sure it was hidden, he faced you again and shuffled closer to you, his big body filling your personal space. You gulped.

“You telling me if I kissed you right now, you’d hate it?” he murmured, breath tickling your ear as he brought his face close to yours.

You shivered and breathed him in without meaning to. You caught the fresh smell of the weed mixing with his spicy cologne and you breathed out, trying to collect your thoughts. Oh god, you really wanted it. Though, surely he wasn’t gonna-

Without any more warning he brought his lips to yours and grabbed your chin in his hands, capturing you in a kiss. At first you were too surprised to do anything, but soon you found yourself kissing him back, even lashing your tongue out and trading smoky breaths between each other. You moaned as his tongue tangled with yours and all too soon he pulled away and presented you with his pearly white grin.

“Fuckin’ knew you were changing your mind on me,” he laughed.

“Shut up,” you groaned.

“I don’t think anyone would blame you for failin’ to resist the Swaino charm, sweetheart. I’m pretty irresistible.”

You shook your head and rubbed at your temples, trying to process the disbelief of what you’d just done. You’d kissed Mags’ brother. Her gross brother that you maintained you’d rather die than touch with a barge poll for so long. You’d just kissed him and worse, you wanted more.

This had to be the weed. This had to be weapons grade quality weed you thought. No way you were doing this all of your own accord. You breathed out again and looked up at him again, but sure enough it wasn’t the weed. You knew your own mind too well to know that you wanted his chain to dangle in your face while he gave it to you hard, and no amount of sobriety would clear the thought.

Fuck it.

“Ugh, come here jackass.”

You got to your feet and yanked him and his jacket up, pulling him into the porch and through the front door. He raised his eyebrows at you, but stayed quiet, allowing you to tug him up the stairs and through the hall, bringing him into the spare room. Luckily you guys were on the end, away from everyone else who you hoped would be deep deep asleep.

You let go of Swaino, sitting down on the bed and patting the spot next to you, leaning back into the covers. He sucked in a breath and you watched as he scratched a hand through his beard and stared back at you. His eyes were filled with lust. Though there was a shimmer of amusement ringing through them.

“You asking me to sit there for a reason, sweetheart?” he asked, playing dumb.

“Obviously,” you groaned, already growing impatient.

“Huh, and I thought you hated me,” he grinned, settling down beside you.

You rolled your eyes and moved to kiss him, but he leaned back and shifted where he sat. God, why was he being difficult now? You groaned as he drank in your frustration.

“If you want me to do anything to you…I want you to ask for it,” he smiled.

You huffed out a frustrated breath. Part of you wanted to call the whole thing off, but a larger part of you acknowledged it had been a few months since you’d gotten laid. If you let that chance go then, you would’ve probably gone a few months more as well.

“Fuck me,” you moaned, trying to be sexy but coming across more demanding.

Terrance tisked and smiled wider, shaking his head. That definitely wasn’t going to be enough. He was going to be a dick about it.

“Ask me nicely, sweetheart.”

You sighed and closed your eyes for a second, gathering your courage before you slid down off the bed. You crawled the short space between you both and shuffled in between Swaino’s legs, placing your hands on the expanse of his thighs. He took a sharp breath and looked down at you, pupils somehow dilating more.

“Pretty please, Ter,” you purred, rubbing his steadily growing bulge. “Please fuck me.”

“Fuckin’ hell,” he breathed, pulling you up smothering you in another kiss.

You moaned out lowly into his mouth and fumbled around with your hands, shucking off your clothes haphazardly. All too soon you were stripped down to your underwear and Swaino was in his boxers after wrestling his shirt off. Goddam, what a sight he was. You raked your eyes over his pecs and down to his abs, glancing back up to his molten eyes.

Swaino was staring at you like he was going to eat you. And man, you wanted that bad. You crept up onto the bed with him and bit your lip, ready to go further. Ready for him to take you.

“Fuck me, you’re gorgeous,” he groaned, raking his eyes over your body and grabbing your hips. “Such a pretty fuckin’ girl.”

He groped at your body, his hard hands palming at your flesh and caressing your ass, leaving behind hot tingling sensations wherever he touched. Your chest was rising high with your short breaths and you groaned out. You were on fire.

“Swaino please,” you sighed. “Need you.”

His hooded eyes were gazing at you intently, burning as you talked dirty to him. He liked that, you noted. He liked that a lot.

“You gonna get me warmed up for you?” you asked breathily.

“Oh, I’m gonna get you so wet, sweetheart. Gonna get you soaked,” he growled. “Just gotta do one thing for me, baby. Just gotta stay quiet for me, no matter how much you wanna scream my name.”

A part of you wanted to roll your eyes, but you were too deep in it now. You bit your lip and nodded instead, gasping as he expertly unclipped your bra and slid your panties down your legs. You were completely bare to him.

The man was a smooth operator, you had to give him that. He got to work immediately, kissing and sucking on your neck, trailing wet kisses down your body. Moans escaped from you like a symphony, you found yourself jamming your hand up to your mouth biting at your knuckle. Fuck.

He licked and sucked at your nipples, biting a little and taking every little sound you made into consideration as he went on. He was clearly paying attention to what you liked because the more you breathed out, the more he continued to do those things that had your legs shaking.

“So pretty…look at these tits. You’re fuckin’ hot,” he growled, grabbing at your boobs and continuing on his way down.

His tongue trailed across your stomach, tickling your flesh. You could feel your pussy clench as he grew closer, could feel yourself getting wetter with every passing second. This was almost too much. This was the most attention you’d ever received from a man. And it was Terrance!

The thought quickly left you as he finally worked his way down. Finally! You couldn't silence the small cry that rang out into the room. Swaino paused just as his fingers began swirling on your clit and raised his head, drawing himself up above you with his free arm.

“You moan so pretty for me, baby,” he sighed. “But I already told you. You gotta stay quiet.”

His look hardened as he stared down at you and you looked up with glazed eyes, nodding enthusiastically. Anything. Anything, as long as he’d just keep going.

He soon resumed his motions, gathering up your wetness and drawing circles across your clit. You silenced yourself with your knuckles and tried as hard as you could so that you wouldn't make a noise. Your skin burned and your thighs shook with every motion, your body was on fire.

The coil in your body was tightening fast now, your stomach was taut and the hand that wasn’t currently silencing your cries found its way into Swaino’s hair. His hair was soft underneath your fingers, you scratched your nails through it and gently applied pressure, forcing him toward your pussy and moaning as he licked a stripe through your folds.

“Taste so fuckin’ sweet,” he muttered.

His expert tongue worked at you and focused on your bud, his fingers drawing away before sinking into you. Mother of god. The man knew exactly what he was doing. He curled his fingers expertly and you groaned quietly, taking in all of the pleasure. Your heart was racing. Your legs were shaking and you were writhing, you could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

And then it came. Your orgasm tore through your body. You gave up on your knuckle and pulled your wrist to your mouth, keeping yourself as quiet as you could. Your whole body ran wild with tingles and white noise rang through your ears.

You sighed out finally and brought yourself back into the room. Swaino was fumbling for something in his jeans. After a second of searching, he pulled out a condom and grinned falling back onto the bed next to you.

“You carry that with you everywhere?” you giggled.

“I always keep one on me, never hurts to be ready” he shrugged. “You still want me to fuck you?”

Who said romance was dead?

“Duh,” you snarked.

“You gonna be mean to me after I just rocked your shit like that?” he laughed dryly.

You gulped and realised you still could still hardly feel your legs.

“Ok,I’ll be nice,” you smiled sweetly. “I want you to please fuck me with that big cock of yours.”

That was encouraging enough. He slid his boxers down his thighs and revealed a massive dick. Normally your eyes wouldn’t bulge when a prospective partner’s cock was revealed but damn. Damn, that was a nice cock.

“It’s so big,” you murmured, losing yourself for a second.

“Ain’t it just?” he smirked. “Clearly I got that big dick energy people talk about.”

Oh yeah. His was an ego that didn’t need stoked.

He didn’t waste anymore time teasing you though. He tore the condom wrapper roughly and slipped the rubber over his dick, groaning deep in his throat at the contact. A breath caught in your throat as you watched him and you only released it as he rutted into you. Even having been warmed up, he stretched you and had you cursing out in low whispers.

He wrapped his thick arm around your head and swallowed you with the pressure. You were coming down from one high and crashing into another. His eyes were boring into you, his impassioned gaze lighting a new fire inside you.

“So tight,” he said through gritted teeth, “You feel so fuckin good.”

“Mmm, your dick feels so big, fuck!”

“Yeah, tell me.Tell me what you want, pretty. You want me to go harder?” he asked, thrusting deep into you.

Fuck! You couldn’t help your moan, though you realised, was there any point? The mattress was jumping and Swaino’s groans were tearing through the quiet. If the house wasn’t woken already, you guys were going to be fine.

You stretched out your body, and writhed underneath him as he continued to pound into you, making slow deep thrusts. It felt so good, but it wasn’t enough. Your second orgasm was creeping up, but you wouldn’t be pushed over the edge like this.

“Faster,” you moaned. “Please Swaino, faster.”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” he grinned.

His pace ramped up and soon he was thrusting into you with reckless abandon. The room filled with the noise of flesh and moans, both working in tandem. Your breath was taken from you once more as you came again, clenching hard down on his cock and drawing out a groan.

He came a little after you did, burying his face into the pillow and collapsing on top of you. His full weight crushed you into the mattress. Luckily, he rolled himself over after a few seconds, and you were both lying there staring up at the flaky ceiling. Soon your pants were the only sound that broke through the room.

“Fuck,” Swaino sighed out.

“Right?” you grinned, still feeling your head race with static.

Your heart was thudding and you were flush with warmth. The room smelt like sex and weed and Swaino’s cologne, maybe it was cheap but it was a little sexy too. You sighed and lay back against his chest after a few moments, grinning as you listened to his heartbeat, listened to the loud uncontrolled thump that mirrored yours.

“Fuck,” he repeated, gritting his teeth. “Can’t believe you got me to fuck in my famiy’s house. Haven’t sneaked around like this in fuckin’ years.”

You smiled smugly to yourself and drew the covers over you, twisting to meet his eyes and cover him as well. He looked over at you incredulous and moon eyed, looking thoroughly tired and fucked out.

“Worth it though, right?” you murmured, bringing your hand up to stroke his jaw.

Swaino grinned and grabbed your hand, kissing it and lacing his fingers through yours.

“So fuckin’ worth it,” he confirmed. “You’re way hotter than those girls I used to bring back when I was in school.”

You wrinkled your nose and hit his chest lightly. You’d forgotten who you’d invited to bed and now you were getting a stark reminder as to what you’d actually done.

“What? It’s a complement!” he said, biting back a laugh.

“Jesus christ,” you groaned. “Shut up before I kick you out, Swaino.”

He smirked at that and nodded, drawing you back against his chest and back into the warmth. You could only lie there and pray you wouldn’t regret what you’d done in the morning.

“Just let me know if you wanna go again by the way, I think this condom’ll last another time,” he whispered.

Fucking hell. You were regretting it already.

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