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iridescentdove · 7 months

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If it is not too much trouble, may I please request a Yandere? Platonic! BSD x Arlecchino! Reader, let's say that the reader has played an important role in almost everybody's life.

For example, she took Kouyou under her wing when she failed to escape the Mafia, advised and convinced Fukuzawa to save Yosano, treated and viewed (15) Dazai as only a child and not the demon prodigy, never once used or placed Chuuya as the second choice, etc. Things like that, but the reader is still in the Fatui and does run the House of the Hearth and looks after orphans while also training them to be enlisted in the Fatui. So, they probably view reader as a parent figure and someone dear to their hearts and don’t want anything bad to happen to them.

A LIFE OF OUR OWN.

Yandere!Platonic!BSD x Arlecchino!Reader

A/N: I immediately worked on this request on seeing it omg anon you guys do not know how much I love Arlecchino ... also for here I use "Father", but that's only because in the game Lyney & Lynette call Arlecchino that. Feel free to pretend it's mother or something else!

You're the second whole of their hearts.

They'll do anything for you ...

Father.

It's not a coincidence. To take one for an example. KOUYOU, that poor little girl who did nothing wrong. She was such a sweet kid, someone nice ... and yet she was there in the Port Mafia. Taken away and unable to live her life like a child should.

In an attempt to leave the mafia with a man she liked, it was rather unfornature enough – both were caught red handed.

And that man? He was killed.

KOUYOU was desperately holding on, wanting him to open his eyes, to survive and still find a way. And yet deep down, she knew that it would be impossible.

Good things never last.

She began to see the light as something meaningless. That the moment a flower born in darkness is exposed to light, it will wilt and burn away to nothingness. She can't escape. Not anymore. But that also wishful thinking.

That was until you came along and helped her up.

It was like a moment's heartbeat, the moment she looked up. You were right there – holding your hand out.

Even if you weren't expressive as to be expected out of sympathy for what happened, she can tell that you were no ill-intentioned person. So what did she do? She took it. Your hand. And gave you a smile ... one that faintly shined of hope.

Of course, she never left the mafia. But she had you to take care of her ... and treat her like a true daughter.

She was ecstatic to have family of her own.

You even gifted her a little plushie. Of course, of the the most fine and exquisite type of material. Your rich ass is flexing without even saying it out loud. slay

And you never treated her as a second choice.

Just like CHUUYA. As the time passed, he too joined the Port Mafia by boss orders. Honestly – you probably didn't give much of a shit, but that obviously changed.

Even now, your fatherish figure still remains after years. And that may as well never change.

He takes some great pride on his abilities, and he's rather smug about it himself. Although – sometimes he does question himself, and his humanity. Due to basically being merged and being Arahabaki's vessel.

But no, fuck that. You treated him as your own child, and although had more better things to do in the Fatui – this kid was insecure as hell and needed a parental figure.

CHUUYA adores you from the bottom of his heart. You showed him what it was to be human. To be alive. You gave him good reason and even let him visit the orphanage you looked after. Since he was merged with basically a God, you found it curious as well.

Well Arahabaki doesn't have a Gnosis so he's luckily safe

And then also, boom. Your attention extended towards his partner! DAZAI himself, of his young age. And from that time on, you already knew something was up with him.

Honestly – it can't be doubted. He was destined to live in the darkness forever. Nothing in the world can compel that deep etched loneliness in his heart; and even his late friend ODASAKU had acknowledged that.

Even after their unfortunate deaths, you were right there.

He was almost weirded the fuck out at first. You're not treating him like a monster. Or a demon. Not even his position and affiliation. You straight out threw those ourt the trash and instead? You treated him like your son.

It comforted him a little. To know he finally had someone to call his own. At first – just like anyone, he thought he'd lose you.

But you proved him wrong in various ways.

No matter how hard he tried, you kept him his side. Trained with him and succeeded in his defeat (much to his surprise), and gave him a few fatherly hugs and gifts that he would need and like. And DAZAI couldn't help it either.

He wanted you to be his real father quite badly. You were always there, and his eternal loneliness?

What's that again?

No. Even with that in mind, you never stopped to pursue and keep going with the mafioso. You'd go as much as to take him and meet with the rest of the harbingers, maybe taking CHUUYA and other executives from time to time.

Of course, avoiding The Doctor because it might as well just give back DAZAI his trauma.

And when he keft the mafia? You came along with him. Words cannot express how happy and relieved he was. He didn't want to loose his only comfort, his family. And if any9ne ever tries to threaten your familial bond?

He's gonna pull out the fucking demon prodigy card and show them how demonic he can be

In any case, same is due to everyone else. Like the fact you just always seemed to be there in the right place, at the right time. Like when YOSANO was being forced into healing soldier after soldier in the war.

The poor girl. Safe to assume the Fatui didn't really care about such and didn't participate in the war.

Much unless the Tsaritsa commands them to stop it, they may as well do that. But as of now they didn't really care. But that was only an 11 year old child ...

A child. You just had to take her in, didn't you?

And if not – in any case, you went ahead and got FUKUZAWA to save her. You reasoned with him, quite the good convincer yourself. You were a woman of a hundred, if not a thousand faces that could easily fool others.

So he took her in to the agency.

Although YOSANO was never told about what had happened in the sidelines, the moment she saw you walking away from the both of them – she just had that feeling.

She wants to thank you, if it's the last thing she did.

From the time that came on, you continued to do what you did and appeared, woving yourself into the hearts of everyone. At first, it was obviously never easy. But that wasn't a reason to give up. And you're you, would you seriously give up from that?

Many of them expresses gratitude in multiple ways, sometimes a bit unhinged – which you were yourself. There's not a sane bone in your body.

At least, that's what people like to think.

You've come this far into giving others a new life, being a father figure that everyone cherishes dearly and adores. Oh, and if anyone try to tear away that dream or hurt you – even a single scratch on that body of yours ...

There will be hell to pay.

You'd think they got very protective of their father. They can all quite collectively agree that they need no other familial figure in their lives other than you. Dearest you, who saved them from their shameful lives and gave them a future.

Even one who isn't supposedly a kid like SIGMA – he came from a book. He doesn't have a family. But correction, he does.

And it's you.

Or anyone else from multiple affiliations across. The Decay of the Angels, the Hunting Dogs, supposedly those that caught your eye in these several factions.

Suppose the easily jealous ones of seeing you paying attention to kids more in the orphanage, or giving a certain triplets more of time can get them boiling with anger quite enough. Even if it was wrong, it just seemed so right.

And so? They try to steal more of your attention away. This is one of the time they truly act like children once more.

CHUUYA would most likely not want anyone even gazing at your direction. Must they make things worse? You're around kids almost 24/7 and taking care of them yes, but you should only be taking care of him!

DAZAI acts like a child throwing a tantrum. No! No! No one can be with his father other than himself! How dare those kids call you their father?! He's livid, and tries to hide his anger and jealousy, yet he was visibly so eerie and tense.

KOUYOU can bet it was saddening to see you paying attention to work at the Fatui. Come on now, can you blame her? If you took her under your wing, you better be responsible. So she tries to invite you to her own missions and do fun together, just like when she was little. She wants your care.

YOSANO can tolerate it mostly, although at some point she comes with a breaking point as well. She's normally kind and likes hang around you and feel protected and loved, but oh, when you're not looking? Let's see ... pulls out chainsaw

So if a child or two goes missing in the orphanage?

Let's just say it wasn't anyone's fault, dear father :)

#bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #genshin #bsd #port mafia #armed detective agency #bsd yandere #platonic bsd #arlecchino #dazai osamu #bungou stray dogs dazai #ozaki kouyou #chuuya x you #bsd yosano #genshin crossover #fatui harbingers

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cringecrew · 10 months

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(asking from arienmew) question...!! i saw a post from u mentioning ur like. altar and i was curious about that!! like if u dont mind sharing details.. what is the altar for and how do you use it?? i find the cincept very interesting and wonder if maybe itll be helpful for me too yknow!!! Christianity fucked with my spirituality too and im working on like.. accepting my spirituality as well!!! even if u dont feel like sharing thats ok im just like. pleased to know im not alone LMAO

HI!! I love talking abt my altar type things, lowkey I have no idea what post you’re talking about so I’ll just do a little run down of my different altar/altar type things!

Alterhuman Altar/Shrine :

So this is more of a comfort thing, I don’t do much witchcraft/spirituality with it as of rn but it’s a collection of things that “feel like home”!

This includes:

A spray/mist I made with essential oils

Plushies and prints of my kins/kinsidering

A little box of trinkets (sea glass, kandi, etc)

Other trinkets like dice, a fish sculpture, coins, seashells

Witchcraft Altar :

This is my stuff that’s more spiritual, crystals, tarot, herbs, candles etc. I basically use this for tarot reading (tho i often like to read outside because it feels more connected to the universe or whatever /lh) and making spells (like dressing candles, spell jars and other stuff)

This includes:

Herbs, candles, crystals, multiple tarot decks, etc. generally what you’d think of

Trinkets that hold meaning to me, this also extends to my alterhuman shrine because I borrow from there sometimes

Miscellaneous :

My whole room is pretty like witchcraft-altar vibes tbh. I keep lots of dried herbs around and I cleanse and bless the space with incense and herb bundles often. I have a lot of candles around for different things (calm/peace, uplifting and energy, protection etc) for whenever I feel I need it.

Basically! You definitely aren’t alone! I started looking into witchcraft about 5 years ago as apart of my rebellion from The Church™️ /lh. It’s definitely been a struggle to 1) go from Christian/catholic to what feels like the opposite and then 2) realize I ended up on the extremist opposite of before and navigate the feelings towards being neutral/more in the middle.

If you ever wanna talk about it feel free to dm me!! I’m not super active on here but I can also be reached very quickly through my discord server in my pinned post :]

#spirituality #catholicism #tw religion mention #witchcraft #religion mention #altar #alterhuman #therian #otherkin

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linkstem · 22 days

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Introject Ask Game!

1. What's your name and source?

I'm Blue from the The Legend of Zelda: Four Swords manga

2. What type of introject are you? (Fictive, factive, etc.)

I'm a fictive

3. How connected do you feel to your source?

All of it happened to me and stuff so like,,, really connected I guess. I think it really helped us as a system cause it can be interpreted as a really nice DID metaphor... Even though we had no idea we were a system when we read it

4. Do you have any exomemories? What's your favourite one?

I remember my whole sourcce but I dunno about a favorite,,,

5. What do you think of your source's fandom?

I FUCKING LOVE THESE GUYS

6. Do you have any sourcemates in your system?

Red, Green, and Vio!! There's some Zelda fictives from other games/aus I dunno if they count

7. Have you ever met any sourcemates outside your system?

We're friends with a BOTW Link and Zelda, and we know a Saria, we wanna meet more!

8. Have you ever posted/sent a sourcecall anywhere? Did it help you find sourcemates?

I never really felt the need to

9. What do you think are your biggest differences from/similarities to your source?

Uhh it's not really a difference cause I still did all that stuff but I kinda cringe looking back on our source cause I was really different when we first drew the Four Sword. I don't really know how to fight and stuff anymore too, so that kinda sucks

10. Do you like being compared to your source?

Yeah, I mean, that's me!!

11. What's your favourite thing about your source?

I guess the characters, feels kinda weird to call us that, but yeah! The five of us are my favorite thing about it, our interactions make us happy

12. What's your least favourite thing about your source?

FUCK THE GERUDO YOURE SO COOL BUT WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO RACIST FOR JUST STOP BEING RACIST

13. Any funny exomemories?

This one time Green was playing with paper boats in the water and Shadow pushed him in so we all had to jump in after him and try to pull him out!!

14. Does your appearance differ from your source's appearance?

I have more dirty blondeish hair than my canon hair, and the side part is styled kinda different? And I wear blue earrings!

15. What other role, if any, do you have in the system?

We're still figuring all that out, I think I might be a caretaker though.

16. If you could go back to the life you had in your exomemories/source, would you?

HAHA FUCK NO I have a super cool boyfriend and extended found family now

Seriously though? I miss the castle and stuff, if I could take him and all my other friends with me I would totally go back, Hyrule beats this place any day

17. Does this universe differ at all from the one in your exomemories/source?

Yeah theres fucking weird new technology and sland i DONT understand and there's a SEVERE LACK OF COOL SWORDS AND HORSES AND SHIT

18. What's your favourite clothing item/ accessory that the system owns?

I like our blue scarf!

19. Do you have any merch of your source?

We have Toon Link and Toon Zelda plushies...

20. Do you ever get homesick? If yes, what do you do to deal with it?

Not reallyy, I mean its better but I dont really dwell on it, the people matter more than the place and I have all the people

21. What songs remind you of your source?

Those Hyrule Lofi things are cool

22. What activities/things remind you of your source?

Playing Breath of the Wild? That kinda feels like cheating though

23. Do you like engaging with your source/ content about it?

Yeah!! Everyones so funny and sometimes fan stuff helps me remember things I forgot

24. Have you ever created content related to your source? (Art, fanfiction, etc.)

Yeah, our host likes to draw so we make a lot of drawings and stuff, I like doing whiteboards with our friends. We also used to "roleplay" before we knew we were actually just plural

25. How do you feel about doubles?

I mean, there's already four of me so I'm kinda numb to it, I've met other Blue kinnies and stuff, they're cool!

#legend of zelda fictive #fictive ask game #dissociative identity disorder #link's house #blue 🫐#FUCK YEAH I DID IT #some of these were hard #this was fun though

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gay-artificer · 9 months

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curious about your thoughts on how lizard heads are able to emit light and pulsate the way they do. based on my (limited) knowledge i thought they would have chromatophores or smth similar on their heads which would allow their heads to flash colours and would be controlled via muscle contraction (which is why their heads lose colour when they die). that's just my take on it, but was curious to know your thoughts?

also, as a side note, is it alright if i include some of your theories/thoughts in the creature section of a rw lore document i'm writing? will give full credit of course!

Answering the second part first: Yeah go ahead! I don't mind at all

Now for the actual question: Lizards are very interesting because while controlled bioluminescence isn't uncommon, they have a few interesting quirks. Namely that it extends into the frills of the lizard, and persists even into the Saint ice age where lizards grow out either fur or feathers as adaptation against the cold. So we have something here that needs to be at least a little more flexible than we normally see! (or at least give a healthy amount of fictional flexibility) So that fur or feathers can have similar properties. Luckily, the game does give us an easy out of insanely diverse genetic modification, so saying 'they messed with it enough to do this and its still in the genes' works well enough. The rest of this is under the cut because its long! I'm not kidding. And obligatory note that I'm not an expert in the field of specialized skin cells.

So, Chromatophores, which I'm sure your thinking of in terms of animals like octopus and squid, are color focused- They don't actually emit any light on their own, although you can get an illusion of such in particularly flashy displays like you might see in a cuttlefish (Which often actively manipulate light reflection, but its not self-produced). Lizards in RW actually glow from their heads (as you can see in environments like shaded citadel or mole lizard flashes) so we at least have more than just something like chromatophores, which could control the presence of color through contraction (the 'on and off' switch') like you said. This method however would be complicated by the saint age of lizards with fur and feathers due to those mechanisms being skin based... which takes up the spot the feathers and fur would develop.

Now, in theory, you could work around this by creating 'bald spots' on the lizard where the glowing parts go instead and fur and whatnot that develops around that. But the in game models at least somewhat suggest the glow effect applies to the fur/feathers/frills as equally as the skin sections. So... interesting critter here depending on how true to the models you are!

The next question to that would probably be "are there any furred/feathered animals with bioluminescence" which the answer is... not really. We have animals in that group that fluoresce- which means that when exposed to certain types of light (usually UV) parts of the animal absorbs it and re-emit it back rather than just reflect, which results in a similar glow effect. Bioluminescence, in contrast, refers to self-produced light. They're similar, but fluorescence relies more on the environment since the light effect isn't produced by the organism itself, but rather an interaction. I would argue the RW lizards seem much closer to true bioluminescence, which means they have a self-produced chemical process going on.

(Theres also phosphorescence, which is mechanically closer to fluorescence, but due to the method by which its achieved the glow can exist after the light has been removed. This would be most glow in the dark toys that 'recharge' from being in light in the day. Interestingly... this is probably what the new lizard plushies do- so those particular lizards are phosphorescent!

The real question then, is what method of bioluminescence do lizards use, and how do they control it. Truthfully, control isn't that difficult- Some organisms, such as the flashlight fish, have small pockets of bioluminescent bacteria that are simply covered by things like specialized skin flaps. But often it just requires a form of cell signaling or internal regulation to stop and start the processes. We think fireflies do this by limiting oxygenation of the chemical fluids they use. Honestly a lot of the stuff isn't well known! Something else interesting about the lizards is that the glow is isolated (mechanically at least) to the head area, the rest of the colorful spots on the body in terms of in-game behavior are non-glowing. That actually makes things way easier in terms of control, especially since the body features are the most variable. The only exception to this is cyan lizards, who also have the glowing effect in their side spots- which are another consistent feature. The head also isn't strictly just 'on' or 'off' in terms of color- they have a third, which is a flash of white when the lizard is struck or injured. Given the means by which it shows up, we could guess that it might be a side effect of some sort of shock or damage interfering with the means by which the lizard controls its signalling. Of course, since the head flashing could easily be a means of communication, it could also be an intentional signal used for telling other lizards that its hurt and doesn't want to fight.

It terms of production though, there is really two possibilities- Either the lizards self produce and 'ignite' chemicals or enzymes that produce light or they have a symbiotic relationship with organisms like bacteria that do. I like to think its bacteria! Mostly because I don't think it would be too impossible to wacky genetics your way into those bacteria also being present in specialized frills in hollow chambers. We do also already have grounds for special bacteria/host interactions through Artificer- who's explosive saliva is a result of caustic bacteria in the garbage wastes. So if anything, we do know that the Ancients messed around with microbial symbiosis in organisms, and I could certainly see them making use of bioluminescence for a number of reasons (Because its cool).

Of course, its not impossible that lizards have self produced light and their skull has specialized cells for it, especially since the Ancients seemed to love doing... absolutely whatever they wanted with animal genetics. But microbial symbiosis is a big part of a lot of things. Being full of bacteria is the means by which we can even properly digest food! This is a long answer that covers a whole lot of random science, but its fun and interesting (to me at least). The real question is what does eating a neuron fly do to the slugcat that makes them glow...

#ask #rain world #rw bioposting

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your-local-uwu-artist · 1 year

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ways to get your anger out over ppl being dumb online without investing too much time into it

People say dumb and stupid things online a lot: Sometimes these dumb and stupid things may make you very mad: Heres a list of ways to get out that anger instead of repeating the cycle by also posting something dumb and stupid in the heat of your anger from someone else posting something dumb and stupid ... Most of them are kinda cringe or dare I say- dumb and stupid, but idk maybe they'll be helpful to somebody somewhere

-if you feel the urge to send anon hate, go on anon, type it out... And delete it all and than dont hit send : Or if your worried you'll accidentally hit send: Just type what you'd say or even say it out loud

-make a post briefly venting out and explaining your frustration, and save it as a draft, later on, you can either delete the draft, or add on to the draft whenever your upset, don't ever post it, just save to drafts or discard

-think about shadow the hedgehog... I wish I could say /j but like tbh an angsty black and red color scheme character really does help me express any random bits of pent up frustration

-ask a friend if you can rant, ideally irl, than you can be as angry as you want without possibly hurting the feelings of strangers online

-squeeze a pillow

-if you feel the need to spend an extended amount of time expressing your thoguhts: Try ti make the outcome positive: Like, instead of typing out a whole essay of ranting, type out a paragraph of ranting and than an essay on how whatever issue you have could be fixed, like I get upset over posts having a mean tone, so ill write down how the word choice could be switched to make the post less hateful sounding, I dont plan on sharing any of this, but its carthatic for me if I'm ever particularly worked up

-vent art, my favorite is drawing something with scribbles and bright and bold colors that mesh together weirdly, aka: Angsty art of Mary from ib

-on the other hand you can draw a doodle of a comfort character just smiling if you need something cheerful rather than indulging in the angry feelings

-find an account that only posts positive things that make you happy

-figure out if the content upsetting you is tagged, if it is, block the tags, you can do this by going to your blog settings (at least on a computer Idk how on mobile)

-look at a plushie: Legit this helps alot

-look at the dumbest memes imaginable, because its the positive side of ppl being dumb online

-just stick out your middle fingers for a while and say some choice words the way tik tokers who dont want their moms to hear do: Idk it helps if you specifically say it like that

-exit tab... Open ao3 tab, go to bookmarks, filter for your current fav otp, reread some oneshots, the anger is than converted into fanatic squealing

#I'm a very cheerful and optimistic person but I'm also a very passionate person #so sometimes I expieriance anger and when I was younger I had like #mild anger issues #so here are some things that have helped me specifically in the context of ppl being stupid online #úwù #we all just dumbasses on the internet *said like a coming of age movie protag looking at the sky coming to the conclusion*#kyuchat #Ted talks with your local uwu artist >:3

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abyssmalice · 1 year

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birthday girl day!!! / Accepting!! - @adversaryss sent:

Birthday gifts for the birthday girl! It is once again Tonia's birthday and so Aias must outstage himself even more than last year's celebration. Since the girl has plenty of slime plushies at this point, she will be pleased to note that the many random slimes she has accumulated and terrorized the countryside with now have their own designated ranch to roam and thrive in. (It's a big responsibility, but he figured she would prefer this to say, a puppy.) Not only that! A young lady Harbinger such as herself needs a signature weapon that all will know her by. And so, Aias presents her with a rather heavy and conspicuously wrapped rectangle.

"Make sure you don't open this indoors, alright? I don't want you accidentally breaking a window." Again...

As far as Tonia can discern, every gift from Aias is like some absurd power play of how much better, good-er, more lavish and expensive and whatever the next gift is compared to the last - except only Aias is playing the game, so really, he's just trying to upstage himself somehow.

Really weird, but not like she's going to complain when she gets some legitimately neat things by consequence. The gold-bordered certification for a plot of land - which, she is told, is for her free-roaming slimes to rest their weary little slime selves and graze in pleasant but secured wilderness - is already quite the pleasing thing to have in her hands, and her satisfied expression makes her opinion obvious.

Ah, but this is a power play of just how high one man's wealth and thoughtfulness can go, isn't it? So now, there's an additional gift in her hands. A rather bulky, unexpectedly heavy gift.

"What is this?" the girl asks reflexively as she balances its weight, hearing very little knocking coming from inside it. Her face is colored with bright puzzlement as she tries to guess what the thing is - her brother's words doing very little to help, in that regard. Rather, she only gets more confused trying.

"Like, what—did you give me some random Pyroslinger's gun, or something?" she guesses, if only because what else is this elongated, has the potential to be on the heavy side, and can break a window just by supposedly using the thing? Well, it's either that or an elaborately designed slingshot. Only one way to really find out though.

So with some carefulness - not a lot, but she's not ripping the thing apart to open it, at least - she removes the wrapping and opens a very featureless black box. Inside—

Tonia squints a bit, inspecting. "...Is this, a scythe? Halberd?" The blade is folded in towards the handle, though with a closer look, she can see some flexible mechanical parts that indicate it can extend outward with some fiddling. But there's also what looks like a barrel chamber that she's seen on equipment carried by Hydro and Cryogunners, so overall, the type of weapon mystifies her.

Promptly, and definitely against Aias' warning - she picks up the weapon and immediately starts swinging it around. At least one unfortunate table in the way gets splintered in half under the smooth, sharp movements, even if she's only putting in enough effort just to test the thing.

(But no windows break while she's at it. Yet. He can't complain and say 'told you so' until that happens!)

#adversaryss #ic | (heard and loved);#event | (wake up birthday girl ; it's the end of an era);#(ignore me wrangling with the post editor to stop being a glitchy mess-)

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madartisthashire · 2 years

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During the road trip, you felt your eyes slowly getting heavy due to the rocking motion of the vehicle and decided to shut your eyes just for a quick nap. Even though the windows were down, the night breeze didn't bother you in the slightest; if anything, it felt so refreshing and comfortable. You felt so hot during your trip to Ember Falls, so to have a huge amount of cold air hit you was a godsend.

Ruben: "...Y/N, wake up. We're here.."

You slowly blink your eyes, moaning a little as you try to regain your senses. When you peer over to see, you couldn't help but feel your eyes widen in shock. The entire area was full of trees with a good amount of bushes covering them down below; some of them had berries while others produced lovely flowers that looked like they only bloomed during the nights. The lake looked so huge, it stretched almost 4 acres wide, and the water was glistening so bright with the help of so many fireflies hovering around. You could even see a couple of beautiful looking swans just resting in the middle of the lake as their heads rest against each other's, their necks curved symmetrically to form a heart.

You see a dock at the left end of the shore with a white rowboat with a blue strip painted all around the top, though it looked like some of the blue paint was chipped off on some corners here and there. The boat itself was neither new nor old, but it looked like it can be of use.

From there you turn your attention towards the house. It was a three story Victorian home. The shapes to form it were a combination of squares and triangles. The navy roof tiles complimented so well with the lovely sky blue paint and white trimmings. Above the front door stood a huge balcony that connected to a room from within. The windows consisted of two different shapes: rectangles and extended half rounds.

Ruben: "You like it? Our home...our great grandparents bought this land a long time ago. They made sure the house, the plants, and everything else was kept tidy and prim. Our grandparents inherited the land and then our parents, and now...brother and I own it! Roman always made sure that our gardeners take great care of the plants. ..Come on, I'll show you what it looks like Inside!"

You follow Ruben straight towards the door. At the side of the steps, you see four bushes, two had red roses and the other two had white roses. They looked so lovely at this time of night.

MC: "Those roses..."

Ruben: "Hmm? ..Oh? Do you like them?" *smiles at MC* "Our father really adored roses so much. At first, big brother wanted to get rid of them, but when I saw the white roses I really wanted to keep them so he decided to leave them be. Some people don't like white roses, but for me...I always find them so attractive and..very alluring, heh, heh."

You watch him pull his key out of his pocket and heard a loud click. The door swung open slowly and the two of you made you way in. The living room had wooden tiles with a lovely red velvet couch with white and black faux fur pillows on both ends, a cream velvet armchair on the left and a black velvet armchair on the right. A rectangular flat edge glass table with black wooden legs rested in the middle.

Ruben: "The living room doesn't look much, but...it's a nice place in the house to just relax and even do some things here and there. Roman and I would sometimes read here. As uh..heh, you can see from some of the books we have on the table there. ...Sometimes I even paint here in case my art room gets too cramped with some of the stuff I make. ...Oh! Heh..that's right. I guess I never told you what I do. I'm an artist. I tend to do certain types of art, like sculpting and painting. I always enjoyed doing those two things as a kid. Even my big brother took notice how good I was, heh, heh.."

It was then that something popped into his head.

Ruben: "O-Oh! Hey..! Since you were nice enough to give me the cute painter plushie I've always wanted...I can make you something in return! Would you like that?"

[Accept offer] / [Decline offer]

#choose your own path #part two of Madness Within

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tons-of-vball-huns · 2 years

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could u maybe do a post thats kenma x male reader (or gender neutral, whatever you’re comfortable with !!) where the reader and kenma are hanging out together at kenmas house, and the reader realizes they like him bc he asks to hold their face bc their eyes are so pretty <3 idk just rlly wholesome cutsey affectionate non sexual face holding

like hand on ur cheeks <3 and like kenma asks to hug the reader bc they get really uncomfortable w hugs but they feel okay to get hugged that day

i hope youre having a good day, and if you’re not, hopefully you find time to do something u enjoy :)

sorry my brain is scattered 😭/gen

[a/n: wait that sounds so cute! i have to do this asap because Y E S. thanks for the request, anon! also, i’m making it a gn!reader because that’s kinda like how it usually go about it and i changed it a tiny bit. btw, sorry for being late! love you, keep being you <3]

requests are open! i might be a bit late with the posting because my sat is coming up this saturday.

request is below the cut!

starring: k. kenma

type: fluff. fluffy fluffy fluff

warnings/others: unhealthy sleeping habits. weird formatting. commas galore. intended lowercase. use of “heck” and “hell”.

wc: 793 words

fun fact: kenma gets clingy and weirdly cuddly when he’s feeling tired or sleepy and even sleeps while cuddling a large dog plushie. he also takes the brain filter out and just says what he says without a thought and, in his opinion, acted like a drunk person.

fun fact: he would rather die miserably than let other people know about this. he hides the dog inside a suitcase whenever he leaves his room and has even made an elaborate plan to escape to brazil and start his life over if anyone gets even a single clue.

and if we extrapolate this data and think with common sense? you didn’t know either.

after a long day of school, you decided the best course of action was to just follow kenma home and hang out. it was a friday, and your family went out of town for the weekend, so you didn’t have to worry about returning home on time. besides, you’ve been hanging out forever, you knew no one would even bat an eye.

the two of you decided to play some video games to pass the time.

and that is how you ended up staying up until 7:37am.

one thing about kenma is that although he can easily get up at 2am to play, he has almost zero experience of staying up that long in at least 5 years. and coupled with the day before being an extra-long day — you had to write over 3 pages of notes for one class, had to run 5 laps for pe, and volleyball practice was extended until 5:30pm. he even woke up at 3am the night before to play on his console. he was rightfully more exhausted than usual.

kenma seemed to be weirder than usual to you now. he could barely keep his eyes open now, but neither could you, not after staying up for longer than 24 hours, so that definitely wasn’t it. was it the way he-

kenma placed his controller down and moved a bit closer to you, “wanna hug. can i hug you, (name)?”

you stared at him for a second. yeah, he was definitely acting strange, but he looked absolutely adorable in your opinion. his hands were outstretched, his eyes bleary and barely open, slightly furrowed brows, the tiniest hint of a pout on his cute, pink, kissable li- huh? no. where was your mind going to? you shook your head, “sure? i don’t really mind.”

“i’m happy you said you didn’t mind,” kenma muttered, nuzzling into your neck. “you always said you didn’t really like them so i was a bit worried you wouldn’t wanna.”

you awkwardly patted his back once, twice. this felt like a hallucination, what the heck was even happening? kenma never seemed to be the type to ask for hugs — usually, it was kuroo who was the one who asked for hugs. and you usually weren’t entirely comfortable with hugs, so why the hell did you say you “didn’t really mind”? and why was your cheek a little… warm? the ac was on full-blast, it doesn’t make sense! staying up for 24+ hours does some things to you.

beside you, kenma had stopped snuggling into your neck and moved a tiny bit farther, “hey hey (name)? is it alright if i… hold your face?” he noticed the puzzled look on your face, “it’s just that… your eyes look pretty, like super pretty. i wanna take a closer look. so can i?”

you tentatively nodded your head a little, still super confused. kenma’s face broke into a cute little smile as he shuffled closer to you and put his hands on your cheeks and pulled your face closer, his hands squishing your cheeks in the process. his hands felt incredibly cold against your warm, warm cheeks. you let out an involuntary shiver at the different temperatures.

“woahhh. so pretty, (name). your eyes look really pretty. i wanna keep looking at them forever,” he said, transfixed by your eyes.

you honestly thought your eyes weren’t all that special — you saw them daily so they kinda lost their appeal to you. maybe that was why you felt that feeling in your chest and stomach — fluttering, fluttering, fluttering like pretty little butterflies —, you never thought they looked pretty so maybe that’s why felt so flustered, your cheeks turning warmer, warmer, warmer? or maybe — you looked into kenma’s warm, excited eyes as he was squishing your cheeks and giggling and rambling about your “beautiful eyes” and how much he loved them — was it because it was him?

three months later, you still loved to tease him about that moment, watching his cheeks turn scarlet in an instant. but however embarrassing it was for him, he was glad it happened.

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milktyama · 3 years

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— ☕︎ WHO GIVES THE BEST HUGS IN JJK

synopsis: top 5 best huggers in jjk (anime only bc im not caught up to the manga yet)

a/n: this is pretty self-indulgent bc i want hugs so bad rn :(

includes: itadori yuji, inumaki toge, panda, miwa kasumi, todo aoi

genre: pure fluff <3, these are in no particular order

total wc: 886

ITADORI YUJI — wc: 210

i just can't stop thinking of that one scene at the start of the series when he hugs gojo when they went to pick up nobara

like loves rubbing his nose/face onto whoever he's hugging and he would give the tightest and warmest hugs

yuji isn’t tall or insanely muscular but his hugs are still so so warm and make you feel so safe and that’s just ASFLDKJG

and he doesn’t only give like regular hugs, he loves all kinds of hugs

like he’ll hug anything that has to do with you or anyone like he’ll hug an arm, he’ll give you a koala hug, heck he’ll do that leg hug thing when he’s feeling clingy onto you

and he doesn’t mind being dragged LMAO like that was 100% the effect he intended to go for

anyways back to face rubs

he specially adores rubbing cheeks together. he finds the plush of yours and his cheek mushing together strangely endearing and just makes him feel so close to you

he would also sometimes tickle you while you two hug and you do it back and hugs become into tickle wars but you really don’t mind until both of you get small aches and tears prickling from laughing way too much

INUNAKI TOGE — wc: 187

i think inumaki is like the perfect height to hug whether you're tall or short

hugging him would just be so easy and kinda like very natural you know?

rather than wrapping his whole arms around you, inumaki loves bending his arms upwards and place his hands around the upper area of your back. his logic? covers more surface area = more of the hug is actually taking place

ugh so cute

he also loves resting his head on your head/shoulder or when you rest your head on his head/shoulder

it feels very intimate for him and he just adores that

AND WHENEVER HE WANTS A HUG FROM YOU

he’ll do like,,,, grabby hands

BECAUSE YOU KNOW HOW HE CAN’T REALLY SAY ANYHTING RIGHT so he has to motion it and,,, grabby hands

or like he would extend his arms wide open and do like jazz hands lol

he also liked smelling your hair while hugging idk why i just get a feeling that he does

inumaki likes shampoo smell!! that’s my headcanon so that’s why he likes to smell the hair of people he hugs :)

PANDA — wc: 146

i don't think i even need to say why

his hugs are just fluffy and warm and just feels like hugging those 3 meter tall teddy bears

like if you ever feel cold in the winter, hug panda and you'll literally warm up so fast

with my very limited knowledge on real pandas, they eat a lot, so they have a lot of body heat due to how much fat they have

panda would literally be a walking heater but also kinda function like a jacket because of the fur

you would love to snuggle your face into his fur and he really wouldn’t mind. in fact i think panda would be very happy and feel very soft on the inside to see how much you enjoy hugging him.

anyways yea in conclusion, panda's hugs are immaculate and you cannot change my mind no matter what

MIWA KASUMI — wc: 150

i just KNOW her hugs are just @#*%£#*$*

i'd pay to hug miwa like she looks so hugable and so sweet

like she would gently wrap her arms around whoever and then like caress their backs or their heads or the side of their arms and it's just akkdkwdkkaa

plus she deserves all the hugs :( <3

and tell her she's not useless <3333

also she would be such a cuddler when she's sleeping, like i kNOW she hugs like 3 plushies to sleep or has extra pillows JUST for hugging you know

yea i just wanna hug her <3

she also loves touching foreheads. she will make whoever she’s hugging go down to her level and rub foreheads together

and the cutest part is the person she’s hugging is just automatically magnetized to get down to her level and its not forced so its just so cute and LSKDJFK

TODO AOI — wc: 193

when he's gentle, he's GENTLE

100% gives great hugs

who wouldn't want to hug him too like i feel like todo is a great hugger because he does it so earnestly

his hugs are definitely on the like strong/secure side which can make whoever he's hugging feel very safe and secured

he wraps his arms completely surrounding the person and then hold one of his wrists to lock the hug so no one's going anywhere lmao, but yea getting hugged by his big arms would feel great

and he would relax his muscles when hugging so it doesn’t feel stiff or uncomfortable at all it’s just a big warm embrace

i also feel like if you hug him and he’s like super excited or has a lot of energy he’d def lift you up and like kinda spin you around lmao????

like 90% of the people he’d meet are like shorter/smaller than him so like it's very easy for him to just do it

no complains though it’s probably loaded with fun, but he’ll probably ask you your type while spinning and if your answer disappoints him he’ll just drop you LMAOOOO

taglist: @bokutsumie @kohi-zeri @iwaesumi @michiyonakamura @itadorisgf (special)

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h2bakugou · 3 years

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hitoshi x reader where denki and reader have been friends their whole lives, and after introducing the two, both hitoshi and y/n start going to denki about their feelings for each other and how much they struggle

denki eventually gets sick of it and starts finding different ways to get them together (eventually ending with them being like "oh i didn't think you liked me" and finally dating

maybe a bonus scene of denki's reaction to seeing them together and being like "hecking finally"

- 🪶

a/n: hii love!! this is a really cute idea omg i love this sm <3 i hope you enjoy it!!

summary: denki's been your childhood friend since, well childhood. when he introduces you to a certain lavendar-haired boy, you find yourself opening up to denki about your crush, and so does someone else.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff

word count: 2.1k

;cut for length;

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The electric blonde has been your childhood friend for years. You grew up together, you told each other pretty much everything. There was the occasional talk about crushes, boys, girls, and whatever else you could talk about while growing up.

You'd always been there for each other, and now you were both attending U.A., and being in the same class had been proven to be a bit of a task for Mr. Aizawa.

The day had pretty much just started, and Denki had asked you to come with him on your first break. You were almost always hanging out with him anyway, so you were a bit confused as to why he'd wanted you to come with him.

"Hitoshi!" Denki called out, alerting both you and the lavender-haired boy of your presence.

"Oh, hi Kami-" Hitoshi falls silent as he stares at the person beside Denki. You.

Shinso feels the world stop for a few seconds as he stares at you. He's honestly speechless.

Much like you are. You'd heard about this boy now that you've heard his name, and staring at him, you can feel your heart swell in your chest. He's so handsome.

"I thought I would introduce you two! Maybe we could all go hang out together this weekend since we won't have classes." Denki's sudden plans that would include this cute boy makes your face heat up. You begin to feel self-conscious, flattening your uniform, or tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you glance at Denki.

"We're off for once?" You question.

"Yeah! We could go do laser tag, or watch a movie in my dorm?" Denki offers, grinning. His intentions had been pure, just wanting to introduce two friends.

"Oh, I totally forgot! Hitoshi, this is (Y/n), (Y/n) this is-"

"Hitoshi, Shinso." Hitoshi speaks up, and your heart throbs in your chest at the sound of his voice. It's oddly charming. And so is the soft scent of sage and teakwood that surrounds him. It had to be his cologne, whatever it was though, you enjoyed it.

"It's nice to meet you." You speak up, extending a hand to shake. Shinso glanced own before placing his palm in yours, giving you a gentle handshake. His touch is electrifying and sends sparks coursing through your veins as you pull away.

"Yeah." Shinso looks back at Kaminari, who's beaming at him, a shit-eating grin on his lips. Kaminari was reading Shinso like a book.

"Well, we've got to get back to classes! We'll talk our plans over later!"

And with that, Kaminari is yanking you back down the hall, running to make it back to class on time.

During lunch, your phone pings, signaling you've been added to a group chat. You immediately recognize Kaminari's number, his contact labeled 'kami :D' popping up followed an unknown number.

who's that?

The number asks. You see Kaminari typing a response.

It's (y/n) dummy, add them into your contacts🙄🙄

You realize this number must be Shinso, so you decide to type a reply.

it's shinso right? i'll add u too ^^

You quickly add Shinso's contact into your phone and put a purple heart beside his name. Kaminari glances over at your phone and giggles.

"A heart already? You just met!" Kaminari teases and you're plastering your hand over his mouth to keep him from speaking too loud.

"Shut up! I just think he's sweet! Besides do we need to talk about your contact info for-"

"Okay! Okay!" Kaminari quickly shushes you, not wanting his current crush to find out about whatever their contact info is.

A few days go by, and after your hangout session with Kaminari and Shinso, you find yourself falling for him more and more.

But Shinso is the one that drops the first hint to Kaminari.

"So is (Y/n) seeing anyone?" Shinso asks, helping Kaminari clean his cartilage piercing.

"What like romantically?" Kaminari asks, sitting up with his ear turned to face Shinso while his cold fingers brushed against his ear.

"Yes, you idiot. Do they have like a boyfriend or girlfriend?" Shinso asks. He's nervous.

"Nope! (Y/n) hasn't talked to me about a crush or anything. They're always showing me these fictional people though. Why? You know someone that likes them~" Kaminari wiggles his brows at the purple-haired boy.

"Shut up. 'm just askin'." Shinso is finally done with the cotton swab and tosses it before letting Kaminari go, his fresh piercing all clean.

Suddenly a knock on the door pulls them away from the conversation and Kaminari is on his toes opening it to reveal you in some goofy pajamas.

"I'm ready for pizza and mario-" Your face contorts in horror as you stare at Shinso on his bed, out of uniform in something dark and mysterious, a loose dark plaid button-up and dark jeans.

"Nevermind! Sorry for bugging you!" You yell and run back to your dorm, hiding your face in embarrassment.

"Wait! I wanted pizza!" Kaminari calls out to you in the hallway but you don't turn around.

Shinso's face is red when Kaminari turns back to look at him.

You looked so cute, and so effortlessly- You weren't trying to impress anyone, yet you looked stunning. In nothing but some silly matching pajamas that Denki most likely had a pair to match, you looked so cute.

"You didn't tell me you ate pizza and played Mario Kart..." Shinso says, faking hurt in his sentence.

"Oh shut up! Go to their dorm and see if they wanna come back up, I'll get it set up." Denki sighs.

Shinso's on the move, making his way to your dorm thanks to Kaminari's excellent directions. Knocking on your door, he feels nervous, anxious even. His heart's pounding in his chest and then cool air washes over him as you open your door.

"Kami I'm sorry I-" You freeze as you stared at the boy in front of you.

"Ohmygod." You say quietly, quickly hiding yourself behind your door.

"Hi!!" You speak up, glancing at him from behind your door.

"Why are you hiding behind your door?" Shinso asks, a small smile on his lips.

"Your pj's are cute."

It echoes in your head, over. and over. and over again.

Your pj's are cute.

You slowly reveal yourself and look away.

"So, did Kami send you down here?" You ask quietly.

"He did, he wants you to come back up, and if it's alright with you, I'd like to hang out too, though I don't have any cool pj's to wear."

Shinso's voice calms you down, though your heart still seems to beat faster and faster.

"I actually, um, hang on. You can come in!" You allow him into your dorm, and he doesn't decline.

He glances around, admiring the pictures of you and Kami. He giggles about how silly young Denki looks with his hair all crazy and spiked up.

"You guys have been friends for a while it looks."

"Since kindergarten! He shocked me on accident, and when he apologized, we just sorta clicked. Been besties ever since." You search through your drawers and eventually find a kitty onesie that was a bit too big for you.

"I think this should fit you."

"It's kitty onesie, though you don't have to wear it!"

"Did you say kitty?" Shinso's ears perk up and you nod. He graciously takes it and the two of you leave to return to Denki. Shinso changes in his bathroom.

It smells like you, and Shinso has to stop himself from smelling the hood every five seconds as he leaves. You just smell so sweet, it's kind of alarming how soothing it is.

You all play and it's a great night, until Denki decides to play a scary movie after. You're sandwiched between the boys but begin to doze off about halfway through the movie.

Your head leans on Shinso's shoulder while you doze off, and he notices right away. He glances at Kaminari who only gives him a reassuring wink.

"You're stupid." Shinso whispers.

"They like to cuddle~" Kaminari suggests.

Shinso graciously lays an arm over you, hugging you to his chest as you readjust in your sleep. You're so warm, and Shinso begins to doze off too.

When you wake up in the morning, you've been covered up by a fuzzy blanket, but the warmth radiating under you is the most alarming.

Your sleepy eyes open to see the purple-haired boy you have a crush on, under you. Your eyes widen but you don't move away. Instead, you lay back down, not wanting to wake him.

His arm rests around you, and his breathing is so calming. It lulls you back to sleep.

You don't talk about that night much afterward, until you're knocking on Kami's door at one in the morning after a bad dream.

"Is Shinso single?" You ask quietly.

"Yeah, why ya askin' me though?" Kaminari hugs you, your head resting on his shoulder.

"I'm too nervous to ask him." You giggle.

"So you like him?"

"Yeah. He's really sweet, and super cute too." You admit, pulling away to stare at your best friend.

"I'm totally not his type though."

"I'm going to beat you up." Kaminari jokes. You shake your head and laugh.

"He's gotta be into like super hardcore goth punk rock-"

"You're so oblivious." Kaminari interrupts you. You roll your eyes and get comfortable on the edge of his bed, snuggling with one of his plushies.

"Just go to sleep, you idiot." You throw another plushy at him.

"You're in my dorm! I can and will kick you out." Denki huffs.

"As if. You need my snoring as your white noise." You tease him.

"You're so mean to me." Denki pouts.

By the same time next week, Denki's heard Shinso's confession about his crush on you, and every little detail about what both of you had to say about the other.

And Denki was honestly tired of it, endearingly of course. So he was setting you two up.

"I need you to meet me here at two. Wear something cute." Is what the text had said. You repeated it as you put together a cute outfit.

Shinso had received the same text and was just wearing something casual like he usually did.

However, when you both spotted each other and not Denki, you began to realize what was happening.

"He's not coming, is he?" You spoke softly, staring at the attractive boy in front of you.

"I guess not." Shinso looks over at the cafe you're standing outside. It's a cat cafe.

"Well, if you're not busy, wanna grab a bite to eat?" Shinso offers, nodding toward the cafe.

"I'd really like that, actually. Thank you." You smile. He offers his hand and you take it gracefully, smiling at how warm it is.

Shinso's phone pings halfway through your piece of cake with a message from Kaminari.

nows ur chance dude, ask them out

Shinso swallows his fear and looks up at you. You're so beautiful, even all dressed up, you look adorable.

You're petting an all-white kitty that's laying in your lap.

"Hey, (Y/n)?" Shinso gets your attention.

"Mhm?" You hum, smiling at him.

"Do you wanna, maybe do this again sometime?" He asks, a blush on his cheeks.

"Like, as a date?" You ask, your own face heating up.

"Yeah. As a date, and as a couple." He glances over at a pretty black cat that begins to nudge your arm for a few pets as well.

"I'd like that." You smile, your heart swelling.

"Then it's settled."

Afterward, neither of you can contain your excitement. Walking back to the dorm with your hand in his, Kaminari is elated.

"Finally." He sighs.

"Finally?!" You both say in unison.

"You should've confessed the day you met. I had to listen to you two being sappy about one another for two weeks straight."

Both you and Shinso feel flustered at Kaminari's comment.

"But it's okay. I love you two so I'll tolerate it. But you two better get along or no more pizza and Mario Kart. You'll have to deal with Bakugou, and I don't think you'll enjoy buying a new controller every time you want to play."

Kaminari was genuinely happy to see you both together, and both be happy.

"Thanks, for you know." You nudge him while sitting on his bed, Shinso was gone, using the bathroom.

"What are you talking about. I didn't help. You two just finally confessed. You did that on your own."

"Yeah but, you made me feel confident about it." You smile.

"That's what I'm here for!" Kaminari smiles.

You couldn't ask for a better friend, or a better boyfriend.

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yayteaberry · 3 years

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*SFW* Babysitting (Bakugou)

Rarely did he ever take a Saturday off from either training or studying, he was determined to stay better than everyone else. But, it had been raining since yesterday and he felt like he deserved a break anyways. From morning to afternoon, he enjoyed doing absolutely nothing, scrolling his social media and avoiding liking any of his friends posts on principle.

Shitty hair still won’t shut up about the selfie he liked so now nobody gets any.

His planned day of nothing is interrupted by a knock at his door, and he’s been pacified by memes to a degree where he doesn’t react violently to the intrusion.

Instead he shoves his phone into his pocket as gets up and opens the door, plain faced until he sees it’s you and that you’re holding something. Well, someone.

“Hey!”, you greet with an unusual level of enthusiasm, “I need you to do a favor for me.”

“A favor?”, he asks while he takes in the fact that you’re holding a baby, dressed in a striped onesie.

“Yeah, I’m kinda busy with stuff and I need someone to keep an eye on this little cutie for a bit!” To emphasize the importance or maybe sway him, you turn the baby around so he can see the chubby face.

“... If you’re asking me to babysit it, then no.”

You click your tongue against your teeth, rolling your eyes. “Well don’t call her by ‘it’, and I really need you to do this for me!”

He puts a hand on the door to signal that he’s about to close it, “Nah. Ask shitty hair or Deku, I think they’d love to drool over your kid.” “It’s my aunts baby!”, you say as you put your foot over the threshold, jostling the baby somewhat, which excitedly babbles as it meets his eyes, “They’re busy too, I tried asking! Believe me, you weren’t my first choice.”

“What do you mean by that?” He speaks with annoyance, opening the door fully as his competitive nature rises.

Internally you give a sigh of relief, externally you place the baby on your hip. “Bakugou, I think we both know that you’re awful with children. But you’re my last option and I have nowhere else to turn.”

“I should’ve been your first choice! I’m a fuckin’ wiz at keeping brats well behaved! Gimme!”

“Ah!”, you step out of range of his attempted grab and put out your pointer finger, “Don’t yell at the baby, don’t be aggressive with the baby, and most of all, don’t yell at the baby.”

In spite of your words you know full well he’ll do nothing of the sort, just wanting to give the appearance so he’ll be on his best behavior. He doesn’t have to know he was actually the only one you wanted to watch her.

After all his surface level bullying you can tell he’s soft on the inside, knowing he’s the least likely to give into a baby's whims while also being gentle enough to avoid making her cry.

“Yeah yeah.”, he grumbles, taking her from you when you extend her towards him, “When are you gonna collect the brat?”

You give a 50/50 gesture, shrugging, “Ah an half hour to two hours, but I’ll be back before three hours for sure! She’s been fed and changed recently but just in case,” A bag is revealed when you pull it from behind your back, taking it off by the strap and setting it inside.

“Diapers and toys, if she’s hungry there’s something for her in there too. Just, be careful about that, she’s sorta young for it.”

He nods at your words, watching her grapple at his shirt, having not once taken his eyes off her.

“Thank you!”, you chirp and give him a kiss on the cheek, knowing that he can’t do anything about it while holding her. That makes him glance up at you with some minor malice, which is reduced severely by the dusting of pink across his nose.

With that you take your leave, confident he’ll do fine.

He shuts the door and sits at the edge of his bed, cradling her in his arms. After a moment he takes a look over to the bag you left, thinking it’d probably be best to fish something out of there for her to do.

While he wasn’t experienced in caring for a baby in any capacity that felt like common sense. Plus, it’d allow him to continue wasting time on his phone.

“You,” he gently places her on the middle of the bed as he stands, “are not taking my Saturday from me with your tiny incapable hands.”

With one hand he grabs the bag off the floor and sets it on the bed beside her, opening it and digging through its contents. You were right, the thing is loaded with diapers and many different plastic objects.

Keys, babies love keys.

That toy seems the best choice, taking that and a blanket out before putting the bag on the floor nearby, holding the baby like a barrel under his arm while he flattens the blanket, then placing her on her belly.

He dangles the keys in front of her, watching as her eyes widen as she takes a horribly aimed swipe towards them. With a laugh tinged snort he lets her have them, sitting with his back against the bed and taking his phone out, resuming his leisure hobby.

A minute passes before he peeks over at her to make sure she’s still there, idly chewing on an orange key. It reminds him of something a puppy would do, up until she shoves it in way too far.

He drops his phone and yanks the keys away with concern she’ll vomit, not expecting her to look so upset over it. Briefly she contentedly waits for them to be returned, but when it becomes apparent they aren’t, she scowls.

“No,” he preemptively says, putting the keys down at his other side to keep them away, “you did something fucking stupid, so now they’re off limits. Don’t get all upset over it.”

She huffs and slams a hand down a few times, making a ‘gah’ with very demanding intent.

“I said no. Let me find something else then, calm down.”, he says as he reaches over to grab something random out of the bag, finding a plush red dinosaur. “See? Fun. Chew on this.”

He sets it down in front of her, and she immediately pushes it over, repeating herself. If nothing he gives her credit for having a strange amount of object permanence.

“I. Said. No. The fuck do you want me to do? You’re the one who can’t handle having the damn thing!” With a curt ‘no’ as a final statement, he leans over her to shove the keys back into the bag.

This turns out to be a huge mistake.

In a universally understood way, her face screws up as she starts taking in heavy breaths, which makes his eyebrows raise.

“Don’t. No crying.” his tone is as assertive as he can get it, shaking his head as if to cement it. Her tiny face turns red, sniffling once before fat tears begin to roll down her cheeks.

With no idea what to do in this situation, he starts rummaging through the bag for a solution, diapers spilling out as he digs for a similar toy if there even is one. He cringes as she really starts crying, caving and getting the keys back out, giving them to her. “See? See??”

She either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care, bawling in the way only babies do, arms giving out as she lays down.

His instincts on consoling anyone are terrible and usually not to be followed but he acts without thinking, picking her up and setting her in his lap, bouncing his leg as he pets her back, softly shushing her, ignoring the part of him that does in fact wish to yell at the baby.

Her tiny body trembles, pawing at his shirt as she rubs her tear stained face into it. Continuing to follow his instincts he lifts her up, both arms cradling her as her head rests against his shoulder. She does eventually calm, relaxing as quiet hiccuping replaces her sobs, breathing regulating.

She's effectively soothed, he on the other hand is completely shaken up.

Jesus, why did that scare him so much? He’d heard babies cry before and always was irritated by it, but this time there was something so different about it. Even now his heart is still racing, mouth dry as he stares forward into the wall with a mixture of worry and gratefulness.

Once she’s relaxed, he picks up the previously discarded dinosaur, placing it in his lap next to her. Thankfully, she seems to have forgotten about the keys, happy to latch onto the plushy.

He takes his phone back out with the intent to resume his earlier scrolling, but he can’t entirely take his eyes off her. He’s more interested in watching her reactions than he’d ever admit.

In some ways she reminds him of you, mainly the eye color and the way her cheeks pinch up when she smiles.

You seem the motherly type to him so he assumes you’re leagues better at this than he is, but you’ve never mentioned having to babysit her before.

In fact you’ve never mentioned her before at all.

Maybe you enjoyed doing it but kept quiet so you didn’t have anyone intruding or asking to see her, babies can feel stranger danger so that made sense, it’d probably be overwhelming. She doesn’t hate him though, maybe you knew that she wouldn’t?

Despite the panic she’s sent him through he really wouldn’t mind watching after her again. It'll probably be easier with you here, though he isn’t sure what he’d do if you were, he’d just be sitting around while you did everything.

God, she is really goddamned adorable. He smirks as he takes a second to allow himself to outwardly express something positive, watching her slap her tiny hand against the toy.

Usually the idea of having a baby is the worst one anyone can have, but right now he isn’t all that opposed to it. Not that it looks simple, more that it looks to be worth it.

He knows he’d make super cute babies, based on what he looks like and has always looked like the kid would outshine any other snot maker.

While he didn’t know what you looked like as a baby he just assumed you did too, briefly considering what a baby would look like if it came from you and him.

He’s got his mother's blonde hair despite his father's brunette coloring so that’s a dominant trait, possibly overriding your own but who can know, it’d more likely have more of your features.

Out of anything he’d want a little girl just like this one, though he’d be happy with anything as long as it's yours. Your features have always been something he likes, face as well as body, you’re built well in every aspect he tends to care about.

That, and your winning personality, even he can see that it’s a very pleasant contrast to his own. A kid with a mixture of both would be undoubtedly unstoppable, making him proud left and right.

Suddenly the thought bubble pops as reality rises to the surface.

You’re not his and he doesn’t like you anyways, this doesn’t bear so much thinking since it’ll never happen.

A heat takes to his cheeks as he tries to move on and pretend he wasn’t having a domestic fantasy involving you, mostly pretending he hadn’t had any fantasies about you.

It was something that’d creep into his mind sometimes.

Kirishima and Deku tended to have some softer traits alongside their bolder ones but it just wasn’t the same coming from either of them.

You had a certain tenacity to you, it was totally within your options to let some rich older man take care of you but you wanted more for yourself, you wanted to be a hero.

It made you strong, and you were strong because you worked for it constantly. As thick as your innocence tended to be, he was fairly confident you could knock him unconscious if it strikes you as the right choice.

He shook his head and made an effort to clear out all his emotions, directing his attention back towards the baby to ground himself.

At some point during his daydreaming she’d knocked out cold, the dinosaur laying on the floor beside him, propped up against his chest, quietly snoozing while drooling a slight amount. Even if he wanted too he couldn’t be grossed out, it was way too cute of a sight for him to get mad.

Looking at her makes him feel tired, so he decides that taking a nap wouldn’t be a terrible idea. Careful to avoid waking her, he shifts around to get comfortable, hooking an arm around her so she doesn’t teeter backwards while he’s moving.

He thinks about whether he should turn her over and lay her on the blanket, unsure of what the proper protocol is.

His neck is gonna get super fucked up if he stays sat like this, so he very slowly gets up and lays on his bed, keeping her held to his chest until he’s flat enough to let gravity do the work. For a moment he returns to thinking about laying her on a flat surface but he lets her stay as she is, being a light sleeper means he’ll be able to deal with any problems if there are any.

After thanking Aizawa for the extra sparring lesson, you quickly get yourself showered and changed.

It’s been about two hours since you left her with Bakugou and you were getting increasingly worried he was reaching his limit.

Honestly you didn’t expect to be gone this long, but you were glad you gave him the estimate because it meant he’d have less reasons to be upset with you.

You prepare yourself for him to yell at you for leaving him alone with a demon for so long, even if she’s rarely a problem you do suspect he’ll be dramatic.

Still, it was a godsend that he said yes to begin with, you were going to make sure to tell him that.

When you get to his room you don’t bother with knocking, opening it to let yourself in without hesitation.

You were going to say something, but you forget the instant you lay eyes on the scene in front of you.

Practically swooning, you place a hand over your mouth to prevent making any noise, getting your phone out to document perhaps the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

He’s laying on his bed, one arm over her and one over his eyes to block out the light, her tiny hands secured around the collar of his shirt, both of them peacefully asleep.

Not intending it to be blackmail but being aware it would probably become that, you take pictures from several different angles, wanting nothing more than to show everyone.

Though, for his own sake, you don’t actually send them anywhere near the class.

This doesn’t mean you don’t send them all to his mother, you do.

It does pain you to know you’ll have to hold off on showing people lest the information come back to him, but you do make it your phones home screen anyways.

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou baby shenanigans #fluff #mha fluff #SFW #gender neutral reader #gn reader #bakugou katuski x reader #a03 fic

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thefledglingdm · 3 years

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Umm can I request directors commentary for literally any Leopika fic you’ve written??? Love your stuff!

❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

ahhahaha thank you so much! yes, absolutely! this is going to be long, because i have decided to do that scene in light of my life, pain of my ass. beware LONG BULLSHIT and spoilers below the cut!

ok to set the scene. i was TERRIFIED to write this part. because this is the climax, you know? we've had 150k words of build-up and emotional tension to this scene. while this has been a romantic story, this is the actual climax of the story. we've spent all this time in kurapika's head as he's dealt with his anxiety, his need for control, his fear of letting go. how he's changed as he's opened up his heart and his life to people outside. and finally he's actually working through all of his emotions and the progress he's made out loud, in front of everyone. and because he forgot about giving his speech until like five minutes before (sorry, kp), he is forced to speak from the heart.

For five agonizing seconds, Kurapika stood alone in the middle of a silent room. Above him, the string lights coalesced into a single shared point of soft white light that illuminated his space.

i so wish this could be adapted to, like, netflix or made into a movie. i put so much into this imagery. the play on light? the cinnamon topography? *chef's kiss* yes please netflix CALL ME.

Everyone in his life was staring at him expectantly, Pairo and Altair and Gon and Killua and Nanika and Alluka and Kalluto and his parents. And approximately a hundred other people on top of that, extended family on both sides, industry insiders, coworkers. All staring at him and waiting for him to say something amazing and powerful and deep about love and what did Kurapika know about love, anyway? He was a thirty-two year old trans man so terrified of his own emotions, so paralyzed by his fear of loss, that he did not figure out he was in love with his best friend until three weeks ago.

this is me screwing the knife in deeper for poor kurapika, sorry. this is so incredibly horrifying for a person with anxiety, as someone with anxiety. behold, the terrifying ordeal of being known.

Five seconds. Kurapika finally found Leorio standing near the back, leaning against the bar. He wondered if Leorio picked the same spot where they sat together the very first time they came here on purpose. Leorio sent him a wink and a thumbs-up.

the terrifying ordeal of being known and being so, so loved anyway. it was great to write in a way that showed leorio realized he was in love with kurapika first (indeed, realized that kurapika was in love with him before kurapika knew himself), because these little interactions shows so much how leorio is inviting and allowing kurapika to come to him on his own time. and supporting him the whole way, because they are friends!!!!

Breathe, Kurapika thought. Just breathe. It’s going to be okay.

this statement was not supposed to be a running theme/motif, but i'm super glad it did! i wrote it as a one-off line for melody, but then i was like, hang on, that's kinda good? every other time i write i'm like, hey, you could make a theme out of this!

“Um,” Kurapika started, his voice cracking. Christ, he sounded seventeen again. He cleared his throat.

my friends told me about how their voices changed and dropped on T. any trans person is stronger and more powerful than any us marine.

“For those of you who may not know, I’m Pairo’s brother. Kurapika. His older one, just to be clear.”

this is definitely something that has happened like a hundred times.

There was a smattering of chuckles around the room. He twisted to look at Pairo. “I’ve known Pairo since he was a toddler dragging a ragged, threadbare T-Rex plushie around behind him. I was there when he read his first chapter book on his own – Dino Hunter, of course – because he came bursting into my room at two o’clock in the morning to tell me about it.” Another round of laughter. “I was there when he got his first notebook, when he won his first writing contest, when he was published in his first magazine. I was the first person he told about liking boys instead of girls. I’ve watched him grow and learn and fall in love. And now Altair is part of our family, too.”

pairo and kurapika's lives as brothers were amazing. dino hunter is a reference to the book they both read in the manga that led to kurapika wanting to leave the kurta and explore the world.

i also thought that writing fit pairo well because it's a pretty accessible career for his eyes. he could type, he could enhance the screen and font when he needed, and he could do talk-to-type. one day i want to write a side-story of when pairo and altair met, because i have it perfectly formulated in my head and it's adorable.

Kurapika took a deep breath, tucking a lock of hair behind his ear. He confessed, “To be perfectly honest, I was scared when Pairo asked me to do this, because I’ve run out of things to teach him. He’s run on ahead of me in life. Settled down, moved in with his boyfriend – now husband, congratulations on that by the way – and gotten married, while I’m perpetually single and living alone in my loft apartment with an absolutely spoiled monster of a cat. Stop laughing, that wasn’t supposed to be a joke.”

emperor the cat was also not intended to be a character. i came up with him like, right before i started writing the chapter.

i think it was hard for kurapika to watch his brother fall in love and move on ahead in life. even if he was genuinely happy for them both. i had a conversation with a coworker a few months ago where we both talked about how we feel like we are "behind," even though we're both very accomplished. she felt like she was "behind" because i have a master's degree; i felt like i was "behind" because she was happily married and already had a child on the way (who is here and beautiful and perfect). and i imagine kurapika wondered if he was falling behind or missing something when he saw his brother succeed in love and business without really trying.

but there's no competition at all, of course. the world spins on, and we grow and change and find our place in our own time. there's no race.

The room quieted again. Kurapika went on, his eyes flicking over the crowd. He was starting to smile, too, now.

he's starting to realize this is okay, he's not going to mess up, he may actually have something worthwhile to say or share. he's getting more comfortable in all this.

“But I’m also a wedding planner – I know, ironic – and I’ve learned a lot about love from my clients. So if you’ll indulge me, I’d like to share some of those lessons now.”

No one from the back shouted at him to shut the fuck up, that he didn’t have a single clue what he was talking about, so he thought he was safe to carry on.

how funny would that have been??? like, it would have been fucked-up and humiliating, but in any other situation?? hilarious. just killua looking like that dude in mean girls being like HE DOESN'T EVEN GO HERE except it's like HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT LOVE IS.

He thought back to Light of My Life’s various couples, musing over their own rocky paths to the altar and the beautiful, fractured glimpses into their lives they gifted Kurapika and his team. What did they teach him? What did they teach his heart, that terrifying, terrified lump of meat frantically beating in his chest?

More than you think, his heart seemed to be telling him. Trust me; I will guide you through this. Trust me, trust me, trust me.

*"listen to your heart" plays in the background*

also like. trusting oneself and your perceptions and your feelings and your heart is so necessary. it's an important part of healing. and being honest with yourself and your feelings is part of a foundation for all healthy relationships, i think.

also i really like writing alliteratively. the play on words with "terrifying, terrified" was. inspired? terrifying, because kurapika for a long time feared his own heart and feelings, viewing them as a loss of control; and terrified, because his heart is afraid, too. and they are taking this leap together!

And Kurapika explained: “Love isn’t just found in eloquent professions or grand, romantic gestures. It’s supporting each other through your lowest, worst moments and coming out the other side stronger for it. It’s standing together, hand in hand, against the world. It’s in looking at someone simply existing in the world and seeing them as they are: good, beautiful, strong, intelligent, kind. It’s in your communication and your foundation and trusting that all good things will come together in time. It’s in the family that you build together. It’s in the work you each put in to get through the hard times. Together.”

me: yeah uh-huh jj you really did summarize the fic so far.

this is also where i started being sappy and thinking about love. friendly and romantic love. the love i've seen in my friends, the love i feel myself in my relationships.

There. That’s what his clients taught him. Menchi and Buhara; Morena and Theta; Pokkle and Ponzu; Knov and Morel; Knuckle and Shoot; Canary and Amane. But so many more people showed him what love was. He pictured Pairo and Altair on his couch, laughing at him and judging him and helping him put his own puzzle-piece heart together into something cohesive and beautiful. He smiled at his brothers and saw the way they were clutching each others hands, mouths beaming and eyes dewy.

they LOVE their brother so MUCH. their view of the outside looking in for the past year, watching kurapika fall in love, go soft, be happier than they've ever seen him.

He told them, “It’s in the way you can communicate in gestures and looks, and sometimes, without looking at all. It’s in banter and private jokes and finishing each other’s sentences. It’s in casual touches and... pouring their coffee before your own.”

my coffee is never as good as when my partner makes it. my honey-lemon tea is never as good as it is when my partner makes it. my jokes are never as funny as they are when my partner and i finish each other's sentences, build off of each other's quips. we can communicate across rooms with nothing but a look. these little signs of love are everywhere and expressed in so many tiny ways. these examples here are between people in romantic relationships, but these apply to platonic friendships as well.

His eyes swept the room and found Killua and Gon. Gon had his camera hefted onto one shoulder, and Killua stood behind him, arms around his waist and chin on his shoulder. “It’s on the first day you wake up and realize the way you look at the world has changed. The way you open your hands and your heart and give what you have, simply for the joy of being received.”

to love? transcendent. to be loved? incandescent. to love and know that it is valued and cherished and requited?

and this was a callback to killua talking about, of course, how he fell in love with gon like melting ice. like sinking into a bath. and this was also a quieter callback to how gon fell in love. because it wasn't just that he had/has so much love to give, but because for the first time in his life, he got to see it truly received. accepted.

Kurapika saw Killua’s breath catch and Gon’s hand flex over the fingers interlaced over his middle. Heedless of their surroundings and of the running camera, Gon twisted to kiss Killua on the mouth.

SMOOCHES ahahaha!

He turned his head back to Leorio. The man had not moved; indeed, he looked like he was nailed to the floor. His eyes were so intense as they watched him that Kurapika was almost surprised he had not yet burst into flame. Kurapika said, “It’s in the moment you see someone you’ve never met before, but you look at them and just know, to your core, that this is really going to be something.”

leorio realizing something is happening here. something huge is about to happen, is about to change. and he's trying so hard not to dare to hope it might be good. it might be everything.

A chorus of oohs went around the room. Even from this distance Kurapika saw the way Leorio’s face went red, and he ducked his chin, looking bashful and embarrassed.

leorio: holy shit holy shit holy SHIT IT'S HAPPENINGGGG

How was I such a fool before, Kurapika wondered, How was I so blind, so willfully ignorant and oblivious. How did it take me so long to realize you were talking about me. I’m sorry it took me so long to get here. I’m sorry I made you wait for so long.

this is important because it's not just kurapika realizing and accepting his feelings for leorio. this is kurapika's version of realizing that leorio feels the same for him. leorio is in love with him, too. and he's wondering how it was possible he was so scared and blind for so long. he fears he may have hurt leorio by holding off on this for so long, so he wants to be brave, take the leap, and see what they could be.

Kurapika did not want this man to wait another second. He did not want Leorio to spend another moment trapped in this limbo. So he confessed in the middle of a silent room in front of over a hundred people, “It's the first time you hear them laugh, and your entire world’s axis shifts beneath your feet.”

i remember the first time i met my partner. i remember the first time i looked at them and felt my world shift a little to the right. i remember falling in love and thinking that this one was unlike all the others. it was warm, golden, comforting.

Kurapika watched the confused frown on Leorio’s face when he heard that, amused by the almost puppyish tilt to his head as he considered it. He knew the moment Leorio realized what he meant when his eyes blew wide, amazed and awed and achingly soft. His lips parted.

gOD he is so CUTE. he's like oh hmm huh what does that mean

and then he remembers

i promise, he's not a huge dickwad!

and leorio laughing at gon's accidental gaffe and his sweet earnestness. and kurapika walking in. leorio realizing kurapika wanted to know him before they ever even met.

Kurapika made himself turn away from the arresting sight. “One of my favorite venues lately was the Roseview Ballroom downtown. Among its many beautiful, gaudy attractions are its murals depicting scenes from Shakespeare’s plays all across the ceiling. One is a famous quote from Twelfth Night: ‘journeys end in lovers meeting, every wise man’s son doth know.’ But the more I think about it, the less I agree.”

i'm such a WHORE for shakespeare, as any readers of mine will know. check out my modern college adaptation of much ado about nothing.

He turned to meet Pairo’s eyes again, repeating, “‘Journeys end in lovers meeting.’ But nothing is ending here. It’s just changing.”

life does not end when we start relationships! or when they end! or when we move, change jobs, graduate, go to school, drop out of school. happy endings in stories still aren't endings. the greatest constant in life is change.

“Because what I’ve learned in this job, Pairo and Altair, what nugget of wisdom I have to give you, is this. Love is looking at a world that can be terrifying, cold, capricious, and indifferent, and finding the person whose hand you want to hold through it all anyway. Because you want every laugh, every tear, every wrinkle, every spark of joy. Love is life’s greatest leap of faith, because you don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow. But you know exactly who you want to spend all those tomorrows with.”

me finishing this: dammit i just wrote out my wedding vows.

Kurapika looked around the room again. At Gon and Killua; at Kalluto, Nanika, and Alluka; at his parents; at his brothers. At Leorio.

He concluded, “So you simply breathe. And you trust it will be okay.”

There wasn’t a dry eye in the room when Kurapika dropped the microphone.

DAMN ME TOO THIS SHIT WAS GOOD TF?????? sorry my writing has peaked here.

#jj answers #hxh #loml

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kuroosweakness · 3 years

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Lia, your Kuroo headcanon are literally the only thing keeping me sane right now. He’s such a comfort character of mine. Before I really got into Haikyuu and started it, I thought Kuroo was super cute. Then I saw his personality and he was the second character I fell in love with. Here’s some headcanons for your service :)

If you drink coffee or tea, he has the way you make it down to an art. He knows exactly how you like it, but somehow his is better. He’s doesn’t add or lessen anything, he claims it’s because it’s made with love (he’s so cheesy I swear)

I firmly believe he quotes pride and prejudice. He’ll recite the iconic love confession from the movie at the most random times. One time it was while you were in the bathroom, he has no shame

If he notices you’re listening to a certain song over and over, he’ll add it to his secret playlist named after you

I think he would coordinate outfits. Instead of matching, it’d be opposite. For example, you’re wearing green pants and a brown shirt, Kuroo has on brown pants and a green shirt (this also applies to attending parties post timeskip, he 100% subtly matches you)

He actually knows how to do laundry, and if you’re busy or out of your shared apartment he’ll clean, fold, and put away your clothes. It’s something simple that he enjoys doing, and he knows it’ll help

When you’re stressed over school/work, he always brings you hot tea (or your favorite drink, Kuroo prefers un-caffeinated drinks at night) and gives you a kiss on the temple. I’m talking, lips on your temple for a GOOD 5 seconds before he deems it good enough to step away. He’ll also drape a blanket across your shoulders, even if it isn’t cold

He steals your stuff, you steal his. It’s only fair.

Kenma bought Kuroo a rooster plushie as a joke, but it was actually super cute so he kept it. Kuroo then buys an animal plushie that reminded him of you. You keep the rooster, and he keeps your animal when you’re away. Yes, even as full grown married adults he brings the plushie to business trips

I feel like Kuroo would want to wear an engagement ring too, everyone would assume he’s married because men don’t typically wear them; he likes that it’s unconventional, but a good kind

Always touching you when you sleep. Canonly he sleeps with two pillows smooshing his head, but he’ll keep an arm extended that’s loosely around you. Or he’ll have your butts touching, or his leg against your leg etc. (personally, I like my sleeping headcanon of Kuroo because it incorporates how he legitimately sleeps. But if you need it, he’ll 100% hold you or cuddle you however you want)

I feel like he’d want to shower with you. After dating for a long time, he’ll be a little stiff but eventually he loves it. He’ll come up behind you, wraps his arms around you and put his chin on your shoulder. Sometimes he’ll play music, he’ll serenade you with the periodic table song and other love classics like “can’t take my eyes off you”

He reads to you, he’s sitting against the headboard with you laying between his legs. Back against his chest, lowly speaking into your ear. He also LOVES when you read to him. Depending on your sitting situation, the cuddling positions will differ. But he’s always in front of you

“Everybody talks” reminds me of him. This song was playing when I was in the car with my friend, windows down, sunny gorgeous day. You guys would dance and sing to this together, it’d play at your wedding

His love for you NEVER falters. No matter what age you started dating, his eyes are always filled to the brim and exploding with love and admiration

I WENT NUTS IM SO SORRY THEY JUST KEPT COMING. CAN YOU TELL IM IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN SO BADLY. ANWAYS HAVE A GREAT DAY/NIGHT I LOVE YOUR WRITING YOURE REALLY COOL :)

OMG !! LOOK AT ALL THESE HEADCANONS 😭 (i just know i’ll come back and reread while being all giddy :’D thank you so so much for sending and typing these out, ur my savior <33

ahhhh i thought kuroo was an okay side-character at first but now here i am, making my whole blog dedicated around him lmaoo

“made with love” HE WOULD BE THE CHEESIEST GUY EVER (not that anyone’s complaining, of course)

omgg him quoting pride and prejudice??? lemme collective my heart jdkslfkjdf “in the bathroom” he has zero shame lmaoo

him making a whole playlist dedicated to you :(( and when he hasn’t heard you listen to a song in a while, he’ll be like “remember when you used to listen to...”

COORDINATED OUTFITS >>>

YES YES YES

him helping you out with chores :’ he’s so genuine and sweet i swear-

make it more than 5 seconds pretty pls <33 (thanks for the scenario that’ll run in my head everytime i study now-)

equality. sharing is caring.

OMG THE PLUSHIE PART !!!!! 😫🥺 pls your headcanons are making me so happy yet sad at the same time- what are these strong emotions i’m feeling :’

him wearing his engagement ring >>>>>>>> (and so everytime he looks at his hand, it’s a small pleasant reminder of you)

showers with him would be so light-hearted and intimate :’ IMAGINE HIM SHAMPOOING YOUR HAIR bye-

yes, pls serenade us <3

touching when asleep next to each other!!!!! pls he would lay his whole leg on you and not claim to be responsible when you wake up half numb-

i love your headcanon too!!!! incorporating canon stuff into headcanons >>> you can link pinkies with him when sleeping <3

him reading to you while cuddling D: words can’t describe how jealous i am of y/n

OMG YES EVERYBODY TALKS DEFINITELY GIVES OFF KUROO VIBES pls he would dance and sing with you in front of the bathroom mirror for hours :’

IT’S YOUR HAPPY SONG!

and now my heart feels really warm and fuzzy :’ i want to hop straight to bed for these scenarios to pop up in my dream. again, thank you so much for sending all these in, I LOVE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM (and am jealous of every single one of them) if you have more, pls pls send them in at ANY TIME of the day !!

i hope you have the best day >:( and make sure to take care of yourself! <3

#lia misses kuroo #lia convos

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lovingrosewho · 3 years

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Fake Dating (pt. 2)

Part 1

Here’s the second part! I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading in advance 💕

MULTICHAPTER

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Rating: T. I guess fluff/crack?

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: Sam and Dean Winchester need your help with a case, which involves pretending to date the King of Hell.

Warnings: mild innuendos

A couple of days passed with Crowley not answering your phone calls nor your messages, and if he did answer, it would be an awful lot of hours later.

“This is your king” he answers with an amused, yet conceited tone, the fourth time on the day you call him.

“Today. Be ready” you recall angrily and hang up. Stupid bastard.

“Wow, wow! Hey” Dean says entering your room of the bunker “Sweetheart I don’t hate this any less than you do, but Crowley is our door to those sons of bitches, and you know what? You’re the key”.

“Am I?” you mock “The idiot’s been messing with us from the beginning! He doesn’t call back. He doesn’t reply to my messages. When he does, he says ‘OK’. What the fuck is this about?!” you raise your voice, not fully intending to, last days have just been tampering with your nerves.

“I know” Dean pulls you into a hug “It’ll just be a couple of hours and then this’ll all be over, okay?”.

You nod understandingly and let go of his embrace, preparing yourself for the night, packing any extra weapons you have that might be useful for the brothers, sneaking a silver blade in a garter belt placed at your thigh, underneath the long black dress with a slit on one side you’re wearing.

You sigh looking in the mirror, this whole plan just seems like it could go fatal, but then, what’s new?

“My my. Is that really you, Pet?” a voice behind breaking the complete silence in the room startles you.

Crowley takes in your silhouette, the black dress fitting you perfectly, and the way your hips sway in it when you turn around and walk towards him.

“Shut up” you tell him, loud and clear, walking past him to finish packing.

“What’s the matter, kitten? Not happy to see me?” he interrogates eloquently, continuing to lay on top of your bed, fully extending his body and crossing his legs, slightly moving aside you duffle bag with his feet. You snort lowly.

“Shut up” you repeat, taking your things and putting them somewhere else, mentally going through all the stuff you need to bring, the plan and, oh, remembering how to act around the King of Hell.

Crowley eyes you suspiciously.

“Kitten, you do realize this date’s going to go... heavier, to say the least, if you keep avoiding me, right?” he questions with caution, question which, you avoid again.

“Did you tell them? Did they buy it?” Crowley sighs at your further investigation.

“Yes, (Y/N), of course they did. Who do you think you’re talking to?” he says raising an eyebrow and getting up from your bed, coming to be behind you after you stay quiet with this last statement, lowering his mouth to your ear, murmuring afterwards “What is it, (Y/N)? Cat got your tongue?”

You stumble out of your room with the duffle bag, getting to the war room where the Winchesters are, looking at you with eyes wide open, confusion at your sudden behavior. They’re still checking a few things off their own list and making sure they’ve got the place and the security system type right.

“All done” you mutter, taking a chair and spreading all over it, not caring to look ‘feminine’, dumping the bag with extra weapons on the table for them to take.

“Us too” Dean exclaims “Don’t worry princess, next time you blink this’ll all be over”.

You scoff.

Crowley appears next to you, straightening up his suit, you take a peek at him, admiring how well dressed and nice he always looks, the subtle scent he emanates. It’s more than sulfur, it’s scotch and cologne and... something fiery.

Crowley looks back at you and you divert your gaze quickly, pretending to be looking at Sam, when in reality, you could stare at the King of Hell forever.

“Ready then, kitten?” he asks politely and you nod.

“Please be careful and text us if anything comes up” Sam tells you reassuringly and you nod again.

“Oh and Crowley” Dean interrupts before Crowley can put his hand on your shoulder to zap you with him “I know, we know, you’re the King of dickbags and everything, but please, at least don’t leave her to die if anything”.

You roll your eyes.

“If anything, I’ll be the one to leave him to die, Dean, don’t worry about that, I can handle myself” you declare bitterly, taking your purse, your coat, and directing at Crowley next “We can go now”.

Without further conversation, and not allowing Dean to reply, Crowley snaps his fingers and suddenly you’re with him in front of a giant, nicely illuminated restaurant. A fancy one too.

You tense at the sight of the candles and the ambiance. There’s classical music live. The place is filled with couples and old people. It screams everything you aren’t and everything you hate.

“I can’t do this” you mutter beginning to storm out of the place but Crowley catches your arm and takes you to a more quiet spot.

“Kitten what’s wrong?” he questions concerned. Damn it. You must be embarrassing him.

“I don’t do dates, Crowley” you confess “Much less double dates. I don’t do fancy places either. It’s just... it’s too much”.

He nods silently in understandment.

“Listen, love” he starts sweetly “It’s just some dinner, don’t let the plushy decor fool you. Everything will be just fine, you’ll be spectacular, as usual”.

“I won’t. I don’t even know how to act around you...” you say looking down, tears threatening your eyes and a knot forming in your throat. Crowley takes your hands in his and makes you look up at him.

“(Y/N), I promise you, as long as I’m with you, you’ll be safe, as for acting, you don’t need my help with that, you’re doing just fine right now, kitten” he says and brings your hands up to his mouth, kissing each of them softly “And if during our evening, you feel uneasy, you just take my hand and I’ll make you feel safe again, understood?”

You sigh and mutter a ‘yes’, giving Crowley a light smile, taking his hand to let the waiter guide you to your table.

“They’re late” Crowley says when you’ve spent about fifteen minutes seated, between gritted teeth.

“It’s fine” you assure him, giving the place a glance over again “You booked this place?”

“Of course I did. Only the best for my one and only true partner in crime” he offers smiling, which causes you to scoff and smack his chest playfully.

“There you are again”.

“Ouch!” he exclaims dramatically, you’re about to retort until you see the couple of shifters walking towards you.

Part 3

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safe place | lee jihoon (woozi)

❀→genre: fluff

❀→synopsis: Jihoon had bad social anxiety, but somehow he felt safe with you.

❀→pairings: woozi x female reader

❀→warnings: mentions of symptoms of social anxiety and actual social anxiety. If this triggers you, please don't read it.

❀→word count: 1.2k

❀→side note(s): I don't suffer from diagnosed social anxiety but like everyone in this world I have experienced moments where I feel anxious in social situations so it's purely based on my experience. If you feel like I portray it in a way that can disinform anyone or harm anyone, please let me know and I will fix it.

Jihoon could feel the anxiety crippling through his system as the room got more crowded.

People were calmly chatting with each other, giving the room a "welcoming" aura.

But Jihoon felt everything but welcome. He felt anxious, stressed. He didn't want to be there, but the whole point of him being there was fixing his feeling of not wanting to get out of his home.

He had been going through a process and now it was time for him to go back to normal classes. Public education would allow him to interact with more people and make more friends.

But everyone already knew each other. He was just an outcast. A person that was just a leftover. He was sure that not even half of the people there actually noticed they had a new student in the classroom, but he kind of preferred it that way.

He liked being transparent as glass. Not in the way of talking always with the truth, but being almost invisible.

Maybe, if he was lucky, the professor wouldn't introduce him and make him go to the front of the class and tell all of those teenagers about his life before that school.

“Okey, everyone, sit down!”

The professor entered the room with a bag under her arm as she clapped, making all of the students sit down and obey.

The woman placed her things on top of her desk and let out a sigh.

“Alright, before we start, the class president informed me that we have a new classmate, isn't that right... Lee Jihoon.”

Said the woman looking down to the list of assistance and looking back up, glancing over the desks until she eyed an unknown face.

Jihoon was tensed in his seat. He wanted to sink into his chair.

“Please stand up, and introduce yourself, honey.”

If you feel like you're going to hyperventilate or the situation is giving you way too much stress, try using a coping mechanism like holding into something.

Jihoon squished harder the small plushie on his hand and stood up, facing his classmates and teacher. He bowed and took a deep breath before lifting his body back up and talking.

“I'm Lee Jihoon, I was homeschooled before so this is my first time in a public school. I hope my presence it's of your like, please take care of me.”

He bowed again, feeling his heart violently pound against his chest. He had practiced that same discourse before with you. Reporting it over and over again.

“Okay, thank you Jihoon, you can sit down now. I hope your stay at this school is pleasant. Now, open your textbooks on page 64.”

Jihoon quickly but subtly sat down again. He tried to keep all of the bad thoughts away. Trying to concentrate on the texture of the fabric in his fingers.

They're not judging you. They're not paying attention to you. It's okay. Just wait for recess to come and you can see her again. You'll be safe once the bell rings.

Those were the thoughts that kept Jihoon a bit at ease. But the intrusive thoughts of people judging him were still there. He tried to be as quiet as possible to not attract any type of attention towards him.

He tensed when mid math class the person in front of him turned to him.

“Hey, Jihoon, do you have a pencil I can borrow?”

Jihoon's breathe suddenly stopped. He nodded and grabbed his pencil case with shaky hands, opening it and grabbing a brand new pencil, and extending it to his classmate.

“Thanks, man. I'm Seungcheol, by the way.”

“A pleasure.”

Seungcheol gave him a subtle smile and nodded.

“Likewise.”

He finally turned back to his business. Jihoon felt like he could properly breathe again.

He doesn't know how he managed to make his voice not shake. Maybe the feeling of having a bad impression that made him look ridiculous was stronger than his breathing necessities.

The bell rang after his third class, announcing that the first period was over.

He waited for most of the people to leave the classroom before even standing up. When he did, he slightly stretched his arms and let out a little yawn.

“Woozi~”

Jihoon turned to the door when he saw the girl come in. A smile on her face.

Jihoon felt a wave of warmness hit him, making him smile. Once you were beside him you opened your mouth again.

“How was the first period?”

You asked while you saw him lean down to his backpack and grabbing a bottle of water.

“Terrifying.”

“Was it too hard for you?”

He paused for a second before responding.

“It was easier than the mall.”

“That's something.”

When Jihoon looked back at you he couldn't help but smile again.

“How was your first period?”

He asked back. Your warm smile turned into a pout.

“Exhausting! I can't understand a single thing about chemistry.”

You whined, making him giggle.

“It's not hard once you understand it.”

“You say that 'cause you're smart. I'm a potato at chemistry and math.”

Jihoon slightly shook his head in denial. He sat down on his desk, and you sat down on the one beside him. A comfortable silence was present.

“Wozzi...”

He turned to you when you called him by that nickname he preferred to his name. He let out a humming sound in response.

“Can I hug you?”

He thought about it for a second before nodding. You smiled again and leaned to him, wrapping your arms around him and placing your chin on his shoulder. He imitated you, forming a warm and a bit uncomfortable hug.

Jihoon didn't like physical touch most of the time. And you knew that and tried to respect it.

You were someone that had physical touch as your love language, while Jihoon was more of subtle actions. That's why even though you have been friends with him for a while now, still asked before hugging him or holding his hand.

Jihoon liked that about you. Probably one of the reasons you were one of the only friends he kept throughout the years. He felt secure with you. And even though he had more friends, you were kind of his safe place.

Every time he had to take a big step in his life, you were there for him. You were the person that understood him the most apart from his mother and helped him with his social anxiety without forcing him to do stuff he clearly couldn't.

You thought of Jihoon as your safe place too. He was a really good listener, and when he wanted and you had the best conversations with him. Even though he was a hardcore introvert, once he was in a safe place with people he felt comfortable with, just bring out a topic he liked and he wouldn't stop talking.

He was the only person who never called you annoying because of your whining or talking about "stupid things". Ge was there for you too, even though his presence was subtle, you could notice it from miles of distance. Always quietly cheering for you with every decision you made, and if he, in some way disagreed with it, he still tried to support you.

Have you heard of the saying that home is not a place, but the people? Both of you were the perfect representation of it.

Didn't matter if it was a crowd or a desserts island, if you had each other, everything was going to be okay.

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