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[siriusly-parker]

—halloween hookers and party poopers, rafe cameron.

ʚ warnings: curse words, mentions of date rape + betting + virginity (not by rafe)

ʚ author’s note: i think i wrote this last summer?? i just never finished it, so i added like the last two paragraphs and fixed some mistakes. hope you like it!!

ʚ summary: the last person Rafe expected to come to this halloween party, let alone dressed like that, was his goody two-shoes childhood rival.

ʚ tags: fluff, angst, comfort, halloween, beach, obx, childhood rivals, family friends

ʚ word count: 1.9k

As an unofficial member of the pogues and one of Sarah's most annoying friends, Rafe Cameron didn’t exactly hate her, he mostly just… didn’t really enjoy her presence. She was little miss perfect. She didn’t drink, didn't smoke, didn’t curse. At all. Ever. He, on the other hand, was mean. He was a mess. He was always compared to her during family dinners. And still, she was always nice to him. She always offered a smile. How could she be so stupid? Life would take advantage of her kindness at every chance it got, but she wouldn’t budge. That smile wouldn’t fade and he hated her for it. For doing with such ease something he was unable to do, even if he tried his best. Y/n beat him at everything, and he despised her for being so happy when he stood there so defeated. He hated how everytime his dad complained, she defended him. She didn’t owe the boy anything, they weren’t even friends. She was just that nice. And that’s why when he came to that party, the last person he expected to see dressed as a slut, was her. 

“Oh, c’mon! It’s halloween! Live a little!” “I told you already. I don’t drink, Connor.” “Little Miss Perfect doesn't wanna have fun? How unexpected.” he teases, coming closer to the girl, making her hit her back on the counter. 

Rafe sits on the couch, only observing the scene from afar. The music was loud and conversations were twisting into each other, but he couldn’t focus on any of it. Nothing could take the boy’s eyes away from her. He didn’t put effort into a costume, so he sat there, against the cold leather of the couch and watched the playbunny-dressed girl laugh. 

“She's hot, huh?” Rafe doesn’t move, only hums. Not agreeing, just acknowledging he heard. Kind of. “Perfect Missy here has been betted on all over the place. Twenty bucks each. The first to take the flower takes the cash and the praise.” For the first time since he arrived, he finally looked away. Turning to the boy beside him, he sternly asks: “What?” Kelce’s eyes slightly open in surprise, of all the people there, he didn’t expect Rafe Cameron to care. “Bet still open, you know? You can put a twenty in the pumpkin over there if you mind that much.” Motioning to the plastic bowl with his head. He keeps going, since the other boy doesn’t seem like he’ll answer anytime soon. “Thought you hated her, though?” Rafe hums again, turning back to look at the girl, only now noticing how many boys were really lurking around. 

Why her? Every girl there was dressed like a whore so why her? The answer was simple. The answer was awful: She had the “innocent and cute virgin” appeal. Good girl gone bad. That’s what excited these little boys that much; who would be the one to brag about it. Who would make her the porn star they all dreamed of. 

Rafe wasn’t a saint. For God’s sake he was the devil, but even he knew this was wrong. They all knew. The only person who didn’t seem to actually notice was her.

“My money’s on Beck. Look at the dude, hands on her waist and everything.” Rafe’s still watching, he doesn't do anything. She’s a big girl, she can handle herself. He doesn’t owe her anything, they’re not even friends. “Oh, shit. The guy’s really going for it.” He laughs. “Looks like her ‘waist’ is getting lower and lower. Damn, he’s good.” Okay, that’s enough.

He gets up from his seat, and makes his way to the scene. Without a word, he takes Beck’s hand off of the small of her back. Quickly noticing his presence the wholesome bunny asked: “Oh, hey Rafe! Did you finish your chemistry lab report? I can help you if you need, I know you-” Shutting her up by pulling on her ponytail, something he learnt as a kid, he fakes a smile and takes her by the forearm, taking her away from the conversation without even having the time to politely excuse herself like she usually would.

“I didn’t know it was a secret, I’m sor-” “It’s not.” “Then what’s happening? Why are you mad?” “I’m not.” “You are.” “I’m not mad.” “Yes, you are. You have your angry face on.” He stops in his tracks and sighs. “I just saw Cody Irvin and Jack Robinson spike your soda and there's more than 200 dollars in that bowl,” He turns her head towards it with his calloused hands. “betted on who would take your virginity. Is that enough for you?” She looks down ashamed as she follows him out of the party. Feeling bad for taking his anger out on her, he mutters out his best attempt at comforting the girl. “It’s not your fault.” “I’m the one dressed like a fucking hooker.” He chuckles at the sudden language and absurdity of it all, but ends up asking the question he was holding back since he walked through the door: “Why?” “Sarah’s idea…” “Of course.” “But now she’s with John B, and Kiara's with Nat, and I'm all alone. It was supposed to be a group costume.... I feel so stupid.” If it wasn’t for their newfound distance from the party, he hardly could’ve caught the last part she whispered. But he wanted her to know that he did, so he managed a little “Don’t.” 

Finally in front of his stupid truck, everything gets blurry with her realization of the situation and tears start to roll down her face. He doesn’t know what to do. But she looks so alone. She looks so tiny and sad. So he hugs her. He’s not very good at it. But he hugs her. For once, he wished he wasn’t so tall or so strong or so much bigger. She didn’t need a big man to defend her right now, she needed a good friend, someone who wouldn’t break her at the slightest touch. Barely touching her, he takes her in between his arms so she can cry it all out. As the pink button up gets wetter, the boy gets more comfortable. Back leaning on his car door, Rafe caresses her hair, as gently as he knew how. Her breathing gets more even and she looks up at him with teary eyes. “Can you bring me to the beach?” He nods.

Like the gentleman he usually isn’t, Rafe opens the car door for her and fastens her seatbelt, as if she didn’t know how. She looked so miserable that even after all these years of bickering, all he wanted was to take care of her frale little self.

The car ride was peaceful. No music, no talking, no crying. Just the wind on her face. He took small opportunities to look at her when she closed her eyes for a while. She had a little smile on her face and he didn’t wanna miss it. Ever since she was little, she had always liked to ride with the window open. As a child, Rafe thought it was stupid and that she looked like a dog. Tonight, Rafe thought she looked beautiful.

“Stay here.” He tells her as he gets out of the car. It’s not like she’d ever dare budge anyway, she knew better than to disobey the Cameron boy. The blind spot mirror caught him walking back with blankets and what seemed like clothes. He opens her door and puts the blankets and clothes on her lap. She tilts her head, not really understanding where it all came from. “They’re clean.” She lets out a laugh, and gives him a questioning look again, asking for further explanations. “Sometimes, life is shit. So I kinda run away, and…. I don’t know. I like to have clean clothes ready, I guess.” She nods. “Put that on. I’ll wait over there.” She waited a bit more, as if to tell him there was something still missing. She liked how sometimes she didn't have to talk and he would just understand. Rolling his eyes, he finally answers: “And I won’t look.” She smiles as he walks away.

Shielded of potential stalkers by Rafe’s car door, she started by putting on the t-shirt he gave. Per usual, a million thoughts were running through her head, but the mess suddenly stopped at— Percy Jackson? Was she wearing a ‘camp half-blood’ t-shirt? Either he truly forgot or pitied her enough to handle all the teasing that would come from it. 

Looking around to make sure her surroundings were clear, she took off her costume under the seemingly giant orange piece of garment with the same technique of a 12 year-old getting ready for gym class. She then put on his sweatpants and rolled the bottoms for what seemed like an eternity, letting her mind wonder about a height difference she got used to over the years. 

Rafe used to mock it as a disadvantage she inherited from her ‘weak bloodline’. But that was many years ago, during his reading-the-dictionary-like-Eminem phase where he used his newfound vocabulary to put her down. She never let it get to her though, she knew that her indifference fueled his rage way more efficiently. But an occasional ‘nerd’ mouthed across the table would also do the job.

Her mind wandered through childhood memories and she noticed how things had changed since then. She can’t remember the last time she saw a book in the boy’s hand. Maybe it was at the start of the summer, when he burned his textbooks in a bonfire with his stupid friends. He got quieter too, as if limiting the amount of words he could share with her. She suddenly didn’t deserve his fancy teasing anymore. Or maybe he just got smarter, learned from her years of winning streaks and decided that silence was way harsher than any insult he could come up with. He stopped teasing her height, at least with words, he now took cups from the highest cupboard without even a glance and gave her inexplicably long sweatpants. Maybe that made him even meaner than before, maybe that was all part of his plan. He was in it for the long run. But before she could overthink it more, she heard the devil himself.

“Hey! Stop standing there, dumbass! You’re the one who wanted to come to the beach.” Well, maybe he didn’t get that much smarter. 

She quickly closed the door and wrapped herself in the blanket he provided. Running to the safety of the small wooden steps where the boy sat, her feet felt comfort in the contrast of the cold sand in between her toes from the previously painful gravel.

“Better?” “So much better. Percy Jackson is especially comforting for me.” He laughs and rolls his eyes. “I’m trusting you with this information. Don’t make me regret it.” “Me? I’m a saint. I would never. I may keep it for blackmail though.” He closes his eyes and shakes his head in disapproval, as if it would hide his smile. “Tsk-tsk-tsk, shame on you.” Silence settles in between them. Not completely. The whispers of the crashing waves and the singing of the sand underneath their feet spoke the words they would never dare to utter.

“I’ve missed this.” She smiles.

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꩜ i siriusly love you <3

꩜ i’m really not sure if i like this lol, but i hope you guys did! i know i ended it in kind of a cliffhanger so tell me if you really want a part two or if i should leave it up to your imagination!!

[mia-hearts-gumi]

megumi x reader blurb.

Megumi noticed something was off the second you answered his text with a simple “I’m fine.”

You weren’t fine.

So when you opened your apartment door that evening, expecting nothing more than a quiet night of feeling sorry for yourself, you found Megumi sitting on your doorstep with a plastic takeout bag beside him.

You blinked. “What are you doing here?”

He stood up, grabbing the bag. “You looked sad.”

“…And?”

“And people eat when they’re sad.”

You stared at him. He stared back.

“That’s your solution?” You laugh.

“It worked, didn’t it?”

When he pushed past you and set the food on your kitchen counter, the smell hit immediately: Your favorite sushi order. Not his. Yours.

Even the extra rolls you only got on special occasions because they were too expensive.

Your chest tightened. “Megumi…”

“What?” He avoided your eyes while unpacking the containers. “You haven’t been eating properly.”

The thing was, he sounded annoyed.

Like caring about you was somehow inconvenient.

But you noticed the way he’d remembered every single thing you liked. The extra ginger. The spicy mayo. The dessert you always debated buying but never did.

You smiled despite yourself.

Megumi glanced over. “There. You’re doing that thing again.”

“What thing?”

“Looking less sad.”

And suddenly the sushi tasted a lot better…

[mia-hearts-gumi]

If I were to make a fanfic in an alternate timeline where the reader is the star plasma vessel, who should be the live interest?

star plasma vessel!reader’s love interest

satoru gojo

suguru geto

both

other character (comment)

be freaky and make different fics 😛

Voting ended onJun 10

(don’t worry I’m still working hard on my other fics, I just had a vision lol)

[mia-hearts-gumi]

silence in the east wing. ryomen sukuna.

part i. the departure | part ii. the emptiness | part iii. the return

Coming soon… {fluff, angst, heian era sukuna, sfw}

Feared by the entire Heian court, Ryomen Sukuna has never needed anyone. Not loyalty. Not companionship. Certainly not love.

Then his wife leaves the palace.

After a public insult and a silence that wounds deeper than cruelty, she departs for her family estate in the mountains, leaving behind cold chambers, darkened corridors, and a husband too proud to ask her to stay.

What begins as restrained correspondence soon becomes something far more dangerous: longing sharpened into ink. Through bitter letters, sleepless nights, and an increasingly unbearable absence, Sukuna finds himself haunted not by enemies or war—but by empty rooms, untouched bedding, and the sound of footsteps that no longer echo through the east wing.

As winter settles over the palace, the strongest curse in history is forced to confront the one thing he has never known how to survive:

being alone.

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[just-jordie-things]

★ gojo satoru 

★ fushiguro megumi

★ okkotsu yuuta

★ inumaki toge

★ itadori yuji

★ kamo choso

★ takuma ino

★ nanami kento

★ zen’in naoya

★ ryomen sukuna

★ multi

[siriusly-parker]

—jjk smau. “i could eat that girl for lunch!”

part of the “hit me hard and soft” series

ʚ tags. fem!reader, suggestiveness, aged up characters, brief mention of calories (no numbers, just toji in his gym bro era), angsty fluff (megumi), yandere yuuta??, but overall just stupid crack tbh lol

ʚ including. gojo, yuuta, toji, megumi

GOJO! “And I could never get enough / I could buy her so much stuff / It's a craving, not a crush”

YUUTA! “Baby, I think you were made for me / Somebody write down the recipe”

TOJI! “Been trying hard not to overeat / You're just so sweet”

MEGUMI! “I've said it all before, but I'll say it again / I'm interested in more than just being your friend”

ʚ next time. nanami, toge, nobara, sukuna, yuuji, ino, more?

꩜ likes, comments + reblogs are very appreciated!!

[reignpage]

SYNOPSIS:

in which the men turn to the AITA subreddit for opinions on their relationship disputes. the comments aren't always the most...supportive

warnings: just fluff and crack, some cursing, some sexual language, prob not the most accurate depiction of reddit (I am not familiar with the platform so I did my best lol), non curse au mostly, NOT PROOFREAD (this was a pain to edit you don't even know so I don't want to hear it) featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna

[siriusly-parker]

જ⁀➴ GOLDEN. [jaime lannister moodboard]

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ “I am alive, and drunk on sunlight.” 𖤓°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

[siriusly-parker]

—rotten, yuuji itadori.

‧₊ ♪˚⊹ “something is rotten inside of me, i have to find it and cut it out” - house song, searows ♬⋆.˚

small yuuji itadori wip i wrote a long time ago about the sleepless nights of sharing his body with a demon he must endure.

જ⁀➴ ROTTEN.

It’s two in the morning when Yuuji wakes up panting and heaving and just trying to remember how to breathe. He’s alone and scared and it’s dark and there’s something inside of him that doesn’t belong there.

It’s not the first time he notices the foreign feeling inhabiting his beaten body. Sukuna had settled, somewhere inside of the teenage boy, a while ago now. Yuuji knows the demon inside of him is awake. It always it. He knows the curse has made a home out of his cuts and bruises. He’s used to it. But sometimes, he just can’t stand it.

The feeling that something, or someone, is camping out in his veins makes him want to vomit. Maybe if he scratches his skin deep enough he’ll find what was once a man and is now simply a parasite.

Perhaps, it’s behind his eyes. If he takes them out, maybe the restless insects crawling inside him will break free of his feeble form. Or if he rips his guts out, the feeling will just go away. But it won’t. Because it’s everywhere.

Take it out. Take it out. Take it out!

Yuuji screams, and he begs, and no one hears. He’s bleeding. Did he actually scratch his skin? Sukuna’s quiet. He’s deep inside, and without a big laughing mouth forming into the boy’s cheek, there’s no evidence he was ever there at all.

Its easy to get paranoid at 2 AM. But there’s something inside. He can feel it. He can’t find it.

Strands of hair lay on the floor, ripped out in some hope of relief. It did nothing.

His room is big. Too big. Should he go outside? Get underneath his blankets? He just wants to be hugged. Does he need pressure or space? It doesn’t matter. Take it off. Just take it the fuck off. The skin. Rip it off.

Strokes of raised red skin fill Itadori’s body. He hugs himself. Grounds himself. Makes sure he doesn’t let go by anchoring his nails into his back. His shirt will be stained. No. It’s somewhere on the ground, ripped apart amidst the confusion.

If Yuuji screams, will someone hear? The demon inside him will. But he won’t show up. He won’t make fun of the boy. He won’t give him the satisfaction. He’ll stay put, somewhere, and silently watch as he falls apart.

If he screams loud enough will the thoughts disappear? Will his throat be so dry it won’t be habitable anymore?

What if he’s not somewhere, but everywhere? What if they share everything? What if their minds and body are truly the same? All of the time. What if-

Take it out. Rip it out. Cut it out.

If half of Yuuji is that thing, then cut every single one of his cells in half and dispose of anything that feels wrong.

Yuuji will not share his body with a demon. No matter his grade. The King of Curses only lives because he allows it. When every corrupted piece of him is retrieved, when Yuuji’s strong enough to contain all of his wickedness, all will be over. He will finally rest. Rotting in the ground, yet in peace, and finally, alone.

[siriusly-parker]

—rotten, yuuji itadori.

‧₊ ♪˚⊹ “something is rotten inside of me, i have to find it and cut it out” - house song, searows ♬⋆.˚

small yuuji itadori wip i wrote a long time ago about the sleepless nights of sharing his body with a demon he must endure.

જ⁀➴ ROTTEN.

It’s two in the morning when Yuuji wakes up panting and heaving and just trying to remember how to breathe. He’s alone and scared and it’s dark and there’s something inside of him that doesn’t belong there.

It’s not the first time he notices the foreign feeling inhabiting his beaten body. Sukuna had settled, somewhere inside of the teenage boy, a while ago now. Yuuji knows the demon inside of him is awake. It always it. He knows the curse has made a home out of his cuts and bruises. He’s used to it. But sometimes, he just can’t stand it.

The feeling that something, or someone, is camping out in his veins makes him want to vomit. Maybe if he scratches his skin deep enough he’ll find what was once a man and is now simply a parasite.

Perhaps, it’s behind his eyes. If he takes them out, maybe the restless insects crawling inside him will break free of his feeble form. Or if he rips his guts out, the feeling will just go away. But it won’t. Because it’s everywhere.

Take it out. Take it out. Take it out!

Yuuji screams, and he begs, and no one hears. He’s bleeding. Did he actually scratch his skin? Sukuna’s quiet. He’s deep inside, and without a big laughing mouth forming into the boy’s cheek, there’s no evidence he was ever there at all.

Its easy to get paranoid at 2 AM. But there’s something inside. He can feel it. He can’t find it.

Strands of hair lay on the floor, ripped out in some hope of relief. It did nothing.

His room is big. Too big. Should he go outside? Get underneath his blankets? He just wants to be hugged. Does he need pressure or space? It doesn’t matter. Take it off. Just take it the fuck off. The skin. Rip it off.

Strokes of raised red skin fill Itadori’s body. He hugs himself. Grounds himself. Makes sure he doesn’t let go by anchoring his nails into his back. His shirt will be stained. No. It’s somewhere on the ground, ripped apart amidst the confusion.

If Yuuji screams, will someone hear? The demon inside him will. But he won’t show up. He won’t make fun of the boy. He won’t give him the satisfaction. He’ll stay put, somewhere, and silently watch as he falls apart.

If he screams loud enough will the thoughts disappear? Will his throat be so dry it won’t be habitable anymore?

What if he’s not somewhere, but everywhere? What if they share everything? What if their minds and body are truly the same? All of the time. What if-

Take it out. Rip it out. Cut it out.

If half of Yuuji is that thing, then cut every single one of his cells in half and dispose of anything that feels wrong.

Yuuji will not share his body with a demon. No matter his grade. The King of Curses only lives because he allows it. When every corrupted piece of him is retrieved, when Yuuji’s strong enough to contain all of his wickedness, all will be over. He will finally rest. Rotting in the ground, yet in peace, and finally, alone.

[siriusly-parker]

Growing up is crying to Orbiter by Noah Kahan in the bus cause it’s so Satoru Gojo coded and it makes you feel 17 again

[teyums]

Bf! Lo’ak x Human!reader Headcanons

a/n: based on this request! gender isn’t specified <3

He totally compares your hand sizes. Let’s be real, he’s always getting one upped by someone in some way so the fact that his hand completely dwarfs yours is room for celebration in his eyes.

“I think we’ve long established that my hands are not going to get any bigger, Lo.” You roll your eyes.

“I know, I know. But just look at how tiny they are, they’re so cute!” He fakes a pout, his canines peeking through his grin when you try and pull your hand away. “Oh stop it, you know I love them.” He flips his hold on your hand and lifts the back to his lips, and his eyes don’t leave yours as he presses a gentle kiss to the skin there.

He loves how small you are and finds your size adorable. Sometimes he’ll hold things above his head and tell you to jump for them, nearly doubling over with laughter at the expression on your face because you both know it’s still impossible for you to reach.

“Come on little love, you can do it.” His smile is smug as he stands with one hand on his hip, the other holding the book you were so immersed in, over his head and out of your reach.

“Lo’ak, give it! There’s no way I can reach that.” You huff, pushing against his chest and frowning when it doesn’t even make him budge.

“What’s the magic word?” He sings, peering down at you with amusement flickering in his eyes.

“No kisses for a week if you don’t give me my stuff back.” You challenge with a raised brow, smiling when he instantly drops his arm and nearly shoves the book back into your hold.

His teasing is never done out of malice though, only playful. Like when the two of you are venturing through the forest together, he’ll make sure he slows his strides down so you won’t fall far behind him, constantly looking back to check if you’re okay. And sometimes, he’ll even carry you on his shoulders so you can get a feel of what the forest looks like from his eyes.

You’re perched on his shoulders, your thighs sitting atop each one of them as he leisurely walks the two of you through forest. You keep a gentle hand on his head for balance and admire the fauna around you with small inhales of amazement.

“Doin’ alright up there?” He asks after a few beats of silence from you, only to peer up and see you with your arms outstretched, a wide smile stretching your lips while you let your fingertips linger along the vast leaves you’ve never been able to reach before. His strides slow to a stop, making sure to let you enjoy yourself.

You’re completely enamored and unintentionally tune out his question as you quickly reach to pick a fruit from above, squealing excitedly and holding it in front of his face to share your accomplishment with him. He shakes his head and smiles to himself, using the hold his large hands have on your plush thighs to give one of them a gentle squeeze, and a quick kiss.

“Good job, baby.”

He tried to fit into one of your crop tops because he thought it was funny how tiny it was. He ended up getting stuck in it and you had to cut it off his body with scissors while he sat there, sulking like a stubborn child who was already told multiple times not to do something. You were mad at first, because it had always been one of your favorites, but the flushed look of embarrassment on his face was enough to have you folded over and clutching your stomach.

“Bro, stop laughing and just cut it off already!”

“I’m- I’m- pfft! I’m sorry, I’m sorry you just look so,” You force words out through breathless laughter, backing up to take another look at his uncomfortably squeezed shoulders before you’re laughing once more. Your chin meets your chest as you giggle, and you bring your head back up to meet a searing glare from him that has you rolling on the ground and begging for air all over again.

He never lets you get your work done at the lab. When you hear the trees rustling and heavy footsteps from outside, you’re already making a note to pack up your project for the day because he will stop at nothing to get your full attention. Even when you make him sit in the desk across from yours and wait, he’ll ball up blank sheets of paper and pitch them at the side of your head, then look away like it wasn’t him.

“Lo’ak! Quit it!” You growl.

“Come onnn, you’ve been working since I got here! I haven’t even gotten a kiss yet, that’s so not cool.” He huffs and crosses his arms over his chest, grumbling and looking away with an expression on his face that genuinely has you thinking he’s hurt.

You sigh to yourself and gently bring your laptop to a close, swiveling in your chair and turning your back to him as you start to pack up the stack of notebooks you have splayed on the floor. Unknown to you, he’s peeking at you through his peripheral and struggling to not let a satisfied grin curl his lips.

“Works every time.” He mumbles under his breath, quickly putting his sad face on again once you turn back around.

He loves taking you on flights on his Ikran because of your reaction. No matter how many times you fly with him you’re still as dumbfounded as you were the first time and he finds it adorable how you marvel at his home.

“How the actual fuck do mountains just fly here?” You yell over the gust of winds, peering up at the floating rocks with an open mouthed grin.

“You say this every time we fly, baby.” He chuckles and shakes his head.

After every argument or scolding from his dad, he’ll find himself in your arms. The way you hold him and stroke his hair helps him forget every thought on his mind, the only one that remains is the constant reminder of how much he loves being with you.

You’re sat in a cozy corner you’ve made for yourself in a quiet, secluded area of the lab, and your head whips up from where it was previously nose deep in a book, at the sound of the door flinging open.

“Lo’ak?” You query, quickly moving your book out of your lap once you witness the agitation in his strides, setting it down beside you.

“Sorry, sorry. I keep forgetting how light that door is.” His apology is rushed with an aggravated wave of his hand. The door is in fact not light, you actually struggle to open it on a daily basis, he’s just ridiculously strong. He closes the gap between you two in seconds, and before you can ask another question he’s defeatedly slumped next to you on the floor with his head snuggled into your lap.

“What’s wrong, pretty boy?” You ask softly, tone laced with concern as you run a gentle hand along the shaved side of his head.

He grumbles something incomprehensible, and your brows knit together as you try to understand him when his mouth is muffled against your thigh.

“Hm?”

“I said I don’t wanna talk about it. Can you just hold me, please?” The question comes out rougher than he expected, and his arms curl around your waist as he sheepishly murmurs an apology.

“I understand, my love. We don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do, okay?” You lean forward and press a longing kiss to his temple, smiling at the way his tail thumps against the ground and his face grows warm in your hand as he nods.

He absolutely hates it when you compare him to a house cat.

“What the hell is ‘airplane mode’ and why do you keep saying I’m doing it?” He huffs, his ears pinning back along his skull in annoyance.

You choke out a laugh and quickly point. “That! That’s it, you’re literally doing it right now!” You cackle.

He pretends like he hates it when you grab at his tail but that’s only to hide how worked up he gets because of it.

“Stop it!” He gently bats your hand away with a hiss, having to turn his head back around to hide the way his cheeks flush violet at your teasing touch.

“Aw, why? Kitty doesn’t like it?” You giggle.

“Go ahead, try it again and you’ll find out.”

Everywhere you go, he treats you like you’re fragile as a feather. He insists that you’re with him at all times, holding his hand or in his arms wherever the two of you go. You’ll complain and claim that you’re capable of handling yourself, and he’ll defend his actions by telling you it’s only so you don’t get lost or something. But the truth is, he just wants you close to him because you’re what he values most.

“Lo’ak, we have walked this path almost a million times. There is no need to carry me!”

“Hush, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I let a palulukan touch my little love?” He scoffs, stepping over a fallen log in the process.

You sigh, leaning your head against his shoulder in immediate defeat at the dramatized excuse for his actions. You’ve already had this conversation before and you know he won’t accept any other answer. “A bad boyfriend.” You grumble.

“Exactly.”

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