#and i need to stop bc you all know i can be bitchy about this all day

[whatthebodygraspsnot]

“I went to the gym, so I will be able to hold you up even longer” 🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾

“I went to the gym, so I will be able to hold you up even longer” additional tags: (wrongly) assumed infidelity, miscommunication that gets resolved, this must be an au bc mickey would obv never interrupt his own sleep to leave the apartment

Mickey steps carefully into their apartment, taking great care to shut the door without being too loud. He closes it with barely a click. But nothing can prepare him for what happens next.

When Mickey turns, it’s like he’s stepped right into a 90s romantic drama, the single floor lamp clicking on to shine in a perfect spotlight, revealing where his husband is very much awake, and very much waiting for his return.

He’s sitting on the couch. Tucked up in his bathrobe and the most unimpressed frown.

“Fuck.”

“Who is he?”

Mickey glances from left to right. Behind himself. Looks at Ian again, his heart still pounding in his chest from the startle. “Who’s who?”

“Don’t gimme that.” And now Ian’s standing up, gathering his robe around himself as he prepares to fire off The Chin. “You disappear every night - yes, I noticed,” he states before Mickey can interrupt. “Bring a bag with you… Come home sweaty… I know you think you’re sneaky, but you’re fucking bad at hiding this, Mickey.”

It takes a second for everything to sink in. For the endorphins from the last couple hours to start pumping upward into his brain this time. 

And… Damn.

Ian caught him.

To be perfectly honest, Mickey thought he was getting away with this shit - was being real cagey and everything too - even getting a shower in before sliding back into bed with him.

“Two hours. That enough to meet up with him and do what you gotta do?”

Meet up with who? Yeah right. “You think I can get somebody out at this hour?” Mickey asks, his confusion starting to put him on edge. “Been doing this shit all on my own. Well-... I mean ‘cept for the other handful of guys who show up sometimes…”

And the way Ian’s eyebrows rise is almost as startling as how he stops in his tracks, repeating the words back to him with dragged out intensity. “‘Handful of guys’...?”

It’s got Mickey slugging his bag off his shoulder, the dramatics of it all really killing his high. “Christ, Ian. What’re you bein’ so bitchy for-”

“What am I being bitchy for.” There he goes again, repeating shit. Like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. “Mickey are you fucking serious?”

“Yeah - what - I was doin’ this shit for you, anyway. Thought you’d at least be excited about it.”

Oh. Fuck. Ian does not like that. “Excited?” Off comes the robe, in a flurry of angry movements. He’s running hot, and not in a good way. “Why the fuck would I be excited about my husband cheating on me!”

And it’s-...

He’s-...

Wait a second.

“What?”

“You thought you could go out every night and meet up with a ‘handful of guys’ and I’d be jumping for joy?” He sure is using air quotes like he’s having a good time with it, but no no no-

“What the-...” Mickey shakes his head, trying to clear the air because holy fuck, “I ain’t fuckin’ cheating on you, Ian - the hell?”

“You just said-” 

“Christ, you think I’m out bangin’ other dudes?”

“Wuh-...! You-...!”

Mickey rubs a hand over his mouth, everything suddenly making a whole lot of sense. The dramatics. The theater of it all. Ian was catching him coming home from the act, but ‘the act’ ended up being two very different things in their respective heads.

“Holy shit,” Mickey breathes out, going for his bag so he can put that thought immediately out of Ian’s head. “Look.”

He tugs the zipper open. Starts dumping out its contents on the floor right between them - his gym shoes - his old-ass iPod - a workout shirt - socks that stink so bad that they’re all he really needed to avoid all this. One whiff would’ve immediately made things clear.

But it’s enough now. Ian is slowly putting all the pieces together, the worry in his brow evening out and his chin returning to normal pointedness. Finally.

“You…” you says, hope returning. “You’ve been…going to the gym…?”

Mickey gestures to the pile of clothes in between them, his tone evening into something honest. “Yeah, man. Thought you wouldn’t notice once you knocked out…”

Ian eyes over everything one more time. Then slowly, his lips pull into a small pout, those eyes flicking away. “I notice every time you’re not in bed.” ‘Bitch.’ He wants to add it so bad. Mickey can practically see it trying to break through.

But he doesn’t. And there’s something so sheepish and honest and vulnerable about it, that Mickey can’t help but smile, peace returning as he stuffs his clothes and shoes back into his bag. “Fuck would I ever cheat on you for, ya dummy?”

A beat passes. Thoughts lingering. “I dunno… I just thought-...” 

“Well stop.” It sure makes a lot of sense, though. Now that he sees it through that lens. Fuck, he’d probably think the same thing if their roles were switched. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to getchya all riled up…”

“S’okay…” Ian watches as Mickey gets himself sorted. Still has a lot of questions trying to get out - he can tell. And it starts with this one. “What do you mean you were doing this for me?”

It’s the correct one - right away. And Mickey’s glad he asked, actually. Because if he must know…

The floorboards creak beneath his shoes as he steps up into Ian’s space, his muscles warmed up and ready enough to finally show off his skills. 

And when he does it - when he wrangles his giant-ass husband in and hauls him up until he's got those thick thighs straddling his waist, Ian’s startle and wide eyes say it all as Mickey slots him up against the wall - all two hundred pounds - keeping him held up in his arms.

“Been goin’ to the gym so I can lift ya,” he preens, impressed with his own strength.

Because he’s been working for this moment. For the look of sheer shock in Ian’s eyes from the rush of it - how it simmers into delight and pride and something much, much steamier the longer he holds him up.

And damn, that little breathy, impressed laugh that huffs out between them. “Fuck, Mick…”

Oh yeah. This is what all that 2am weightlifting has been for.

“You like that, huh?” Mickey grins, the atmosphere shifting familiar and fun - heavy in a good way. “This do it for ya?”

From his arms, Ian nods, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he takes a second to eat Mickey up with his eyes, those big arms wrapping around the back of his neck. 

He probably thought he was doing a decent job at hiding how hot he gets with this - when Mickey can make him feel small and moveable. 

They’re both absolute dogshit at keeping secrets, it turns out.

[ send me a smutty one-liner ]

#gallavich #ray writes #smutty one-liners

[oifaaa]

Do you have any good Reverse Robin AU fic recs? Every one I've read has Red Hood!Tim who is way better at being Red Hood than Jason and outsmarts everyone, and as well written as some of them are it always rubs me the wrong way.

I know exactly one and I'm a bit biased bc the person who wrote it based it on my reverse batkids au but I also do think it's great so I'm gonna link it below so more people can read it but yeah if anyone else has some good reverse robin fics that don't do the whole red hood tim please link them bc I too would love to read them

#ask #anon #it is just that idea that not only could tim be red hood #but he could do it better then jason #i hate it #like your bias is showing #and your classism #i was talking a bit about it earlier #about how most people who want a reverse robin au actually want a role reverse #bc fun fact #if it is the second robin thats always doomed then thats not tim #its steph !!! #but reverse robins also just do that #uwu only 4 main batboy robins exist #cass who? steph? Duke dont know him #even tho duke and Dick are literally great mirrors of each other #and i need to stop bc you all know i can be bitchy about this all day

[somewhereincairparavel]

I like how Jason's reputation amongst the gods kind of cements his character as a dutiful leader. I know most ppl don't like the fact that he's all goody goody, but it really fits his arc well, and i like reading about it. it's one of the things about Jason that Rick didn't fumble. He was consistent with his character being dutiful and noble till the very end and makes it a point to show that through others perception.

Zeus- Okay he's a horrible dad, but he did initially respect his son (before jason opposed him in front of the gods, that kinda warped his ego) even going as far as to saying that he was proud to have him as a son and stuff. Which was a pretty ooc thing for Zeus to do especially to his sons. Too bad it only lasted for a few seconds before he went back to being bitchy.

Hera- Jason changed her perception of demigods, we know Hera hated all demigods bc half of them are sired by her husband, she wanted to use jason as a pawn to Gaia's defeat. But all those times she treated jason as her champion, she ended up actually caring about him and considered him a son. She mourned and cried about Jason MONTHS after he died, even going as far as to yell at her husband for not caring or grieving about the child that HE sired.

Apollo- self explanatory, Jason stood up for Apollo from the very beginning, and ended up dying for his sake, even when didn't have to do that. Jason made Apollo understand to have empathy for humans ("Remember what it's like to be human") and made Apollo stop being so full of himself with his selfless sacrifice. So apollo is the Olympian who has the most amount of respect for Jason. And made sure that Jason's sacrifice would not be in vain.

Artemis- if you go to the official Riordan wiki fanpage for Artemis, it's mentioned that Percy and Jason were two of the only male demigods that she had immense respect for. She mentally thanked Jason for standing up to Zeus for Apollo. Of course, being Thalia's brother could also give jason browny points aswell lol.

Athena- She seemed to respect Jason's wisdom in blood of Olympus, when he told his dad that it was unwise to punish apollo for Gaia's waking. Well know Athena respects anyone who has shown wisdom. She shot Jason a very approving look. So it's nice that Athena, who is very critical and picky, observed that Jason is a well thought out and insightful individual.

Aphrodite- kind of self explanatory too, she called jason a lovely boy in piper's dream, even alluding that jason needed absolutely no physical improvement in his looks aswell. I know this has nothing to do with Jason's dutifulness but Aphrodite can sense a person's heart and nature, and she immediately thought jason was perfect for her daughter even before they started dating. We know how picky Aphrodite is when it comes to who people date lol

Bacchus/Dionysus- We know that Bacchus had somewhat remembered Jason (calling him John green and all lol) because jason had done services for him (something about a leopard, iforgot lol). And annabeth pointed out that it was a good thing that jason and Bacchus were on fairly good terms. So there's that.

#Thank you for listening to my long yapping. #I like doing these book observations #I'm such a pjo nerd #I think it's very refreshing to see a character with so much responsibility. #Ik ppl are more into Leo/Percy bc they're rebels and stuff and I totally get that. #But I just like that Jason is also very differently written compared to them. Jason isn't everyone's cup of tea and I respect that. #pjo series #pjo #pjo fandom #percy jackson #pjo hoo #jason grace #pjo hoo toa #annabeth chase #piper mclean #leo valdez #frank zhang #hazel levesque #zeus pjo #pjo toa #toa #artemis pjo #athena pjo

[dellalyra]

Family Formation - T W E N T Y

A/N: To the nonnie who requested this I just wanna say ily sm. count this as a stand alone and a sequel to primal !!

CW: blood, anxiety, swearing, fluff, canon typical violence, author taking creative liberties bc I can

Summary: memories, clouded by sleep.

Words: 5k oops

The car pulled into the driveway of the school as Gojo, Geto and Shoko were sitting outside eating lunch, awaiting their classmate’s return from what was meant to be a standard, in-and-out mission. You were already an hour late, but that didn’t concern any of them. You were almost as strong as the boys, and it was only a Grade 3.

However, when the car pulled up, screeching into the parking bay and skidding to a stop with the driver lurching out of the seat and pulling open the back door – shouting for Shoko, three hearts climbed into three throats.

They all stood and raced over to the open car door, expecting the sight of blood, broken limbs and a mangled you – and what they found shocked them even more. Satoru’s face had paled and his speed to the car could have won a record. Now would have been a great time to tease Satoru about his obvious feelings for you, but the other two were just as worried.

You, curled up, sleeping peacefully. Satoru noticed you had your hand tucked under your chin with your jacket acting as a blanket, the exact way you usually slept.

“Ieiri-san! Please! Help!” The driver said, flustered.

“All this fuss to wake her up? Jesus, I know she’s bitchy in the morning, but this seems –” Shoko begins, rolling her eyes as she ducks in to shake her best friend awake.

“She won’t! I can’t! She will not wake up! I’ve tried everything.” The man was shaking.

Sure enough, as Shoko poked your face and tried to rouse you, you didn’t move a muscle. There was no blood, no visible injuries – the driver said you hadn’t reported any injuries to him as you got into the car, you just fell asleep. However, he did mention, in between mumbles, the words ‘special grade’, which made Geto spin on his heel.

“What do you mean special grade? This mission was Y/N’s solo mission to exorcise a grade 3?” His eyes narrowed.

“It was a special grade, exceptionally powerful – it was meant to be grade 3. The information must have been wrong.” He babbled.

Even Satoru and Suguru weren’t sent on solo missions for special grades yet – they were only second years. Satoru’s brain was spinning and spinning like a spinning top, and he couldn’t hear any more words.

“We need to get her into the med bay, Goj – Geto, can you carry her in?” Shoko says.

“I’ll take her.” Satoru pushes past but is quickly stopped by Shoko.

“No - you’re shaking like a leaf, Geto will carry her.” Shoko knew that Satoru’s feelings for you were sending him into a panic, Geto at least had some physical stability.

So Suguru swoops you into his arms (Satoru hates the sight) and begins following Shoko to the infirmary – Satoru beside him, eyes never leaving your frame.

As he leaves you on Shoko’s medical bed, Geto grabs Gojo’s shoulder and ushers him outside.

“C’mon, man, let’s let Shoko work. She’ll be okay for a minute.” The curse manipulator wraps an arm around his best friend’s shoulders and guides him outside.

Or attempts to.

“I’m not leaving her.” He says, with such finality in his usually jovial voice that his classmates don’t question him.

“You can stay, Gojo.” Shoko nods, secretly finding this all sweet.

After about 20 minutes of tests, vitals and physical checks. Shoko concludes that you are, truly, just fast asleep.

However, there is not an ounce of cursed energy left in your body.

At that moment, Yaga steps in.

“I knew you’d all be here. Joined at the hip, all four of you. Shoko, how is she?” He questions.

“She’s – literally sleeping.” She starts and fills in their teacher.

“Yaga – the driver said it was a Special Grade.” Geto asks.

“Yes. It was. What I’m about to say does not leave this room, is that understood?” His dark eyes serious as he leans on the desk near him.

They all nod.

“The mission was assigned to Y/N specially, saying that the curse was well suited to be exorcised by her with the nature, no pun intended, of her cursed technique. She was dispatched this morning, and according to what I’ve found it – it quickly became apparent that the curse was a special grade. The curse trapped her to prevent escape or contacting us for back up. She fought and fought, and eventually managed to defeat the curse, but only while using an extremely powerful Technique inherent to her bloodline. Sunburst, they call it. It takes the remainder of a sorcerer’s cursed energy and expels it from their body in a blast of golden light – evaporating whatever is in their path.” Yaga explains.

“Why was she there alone?” Gojo asks, through gritted teeth. It should have been him; he could have done it – or at least been there to take the brunt for you.

“I believe it was deliberate.” Yaga replies and three heads whip to look at him.

Geto seems to be the one it clicks with first.

“The higher ups.” Geto concludes.

Yaga just nods.

“I suspect this was a ploy from them to find out whether or not Y/N does indeed possess the Sunburst technique, it hasn’t been seen in 300 years, the last wielder was the same woman who wielded her nature spirit conjuring technique.”

Satoru doesn’t think he’s ever felt rage quite like this. An ugly, bubbling, white hot sensation snaking its way through his body, making his hands curl into fists at his sides. His silence is what alerts his teacher and classmates. Satoru is never silent.

The crazed look of murderous intent in his eyes sends a wave of fright into the hearts of the other three, they’ve never seen Satoru look like that.

He moves to stalk out the door, like a wolf hunting its prey. He’s the Gojo clan head, he’s got influence – maybe he can get them to lay off you, stop sending you to your death just because they’re scared of what you could be. Maybe, if he bides his time – if he grows and gets even stronger – he can kill them all. Him, Suguru, you – all of them.

A body gets in his way.

Suguru.

“You’ll only make it worse for her, Satoru. She needs you here, stay with her.”

And he listens. He’ll stay. He’ll always stay.

He’ll always stay for you.

He collapses into a chair beside you and completely gives up caring that there are others in the room as he takes your tiny hand in his and just lays his head beside you on the bed.

The hours blend into one another like paints on a palette as Satoru drifts in and out of sleep, maintaining his position beside you. He’s woken out of his daze by a flick on the forehead, courtesy of one Shoko Ieiri.

“I’ve figured out what’s going on. I rang her mom, who rang her grandma – and I talked to them and went over all of her charts. First of all, good luck to the higher ups because every single member of Y/N’s clan is on the warpath now. Second, it’s actually painfully simple what’s going on - I’m shocked I didn’t see it sooner.” She says, as she softly tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You gonna tell us or just keep blabbering?” Suguru says.

“Fuck off Geto. But yes, I’ll tell you, but only if Satoru admits it.” She smirks.

“Admits what?” The boy in question retaliates.

“That you’re in love with her.”

Satoru blinks.

He’s – what?

A moment passes.

“Holy shit.” He screeches.

“Dude - didn’t you not know? Seriously?” Suguru laughs.

“No, I always react like this to everything! Of course, I didn’t know, Suguru!” Satoru hisses, blue eyes wide.

There’s a beat of silence.

“Whelp. No hiding it now. Yep - I’m in love with her and I’m gonna marry her and we’re gonna have a whole army of babies. Thanks guys!” Satoru smiles, shooting two thumbs up at his friends.

“You’re a fucking idiot, Satoru. What’s up with her, Sho?” Suguru rolls his eyes.

“She’s hibernating,” Shoko shrugs.

“What? Like – a bear?” Suguru asks.

“Shoko, I hate to break it to you, but I don’t know if you’ve noticed but Y/N isn’t a bear.” Satoru adds.

“Jesus you’re both idiots. But yeah – like a bear. Her sunburst technique uses the remainder of her cursed energy. Now Suguru, you’re a curse manipulator, Satoru you have the six eyes and limitless – what do people call Y/N?” She explains, as if explaining math to a 6-year-old.

“The Dryad.” Suguru says, with his hand up like he’s in class.

“Yeah – her clan are meant to be descendants of nature spirits, really ancient ones. Her whole technique is based around nature, yeah? So, when she’s out of cursed energy or her body or spirit is completely exhausted – her body turns to a recharging state.” The brunette girl says as she combs your long H/C hair and settles it into a loose braid.

“So… like a phone? When you use all the battery and then plug it in to charge and it takes a few minutes to turn back on?” Satoru puzzles, head cocked to the side like a curious puppy.

“N- actually, yeah. Good job, Gojo – you said something smart.” She pats his head, and he smiles, Suguru just laughing at the scene.

They all just sit as Shoko finishes your hair, then takes out a small pink bag from beside her – one the boys recognise as yours. A small tin is opened, and she dabs a finger into the creamy gel inside it and applies it to your lips, then takes out a tube and squirts some onto your face, rubbing it in gently.

“This bitch would kill me if she wakes up without her skincare done I swear.” Shoko giggles.

There’s a beat.

“How long?” Gojo asks, shoulders slumped. It had only been hours and he missed you already, your silly jokes and your enthusiasm for everything – his partner in chaos. Fuck, he really was in love with you.

“A few days, probably.” Shoko shrugs, she doesn’t seem worried – but Shoko never seems worried.

They sit and chat for a while, and then Shoko checks you one final time as her and Geto prepare to leave. Satoru stays put.

“C’mon, Satoru. It’s late.” Geto squeezes his best friend's shoulder.

“What? No. I’m staying with her. I’ll stay in the other hospital bed.” His eyes were steely. The other two knew there was no dissuading him, not when he decided he was doing something. Spoiled, maybe – In love with you, definitely.

The days went like that, Satoru would only leave to eat or bathe or train. Then he’d be with you, Suguru would be there 70% of the time too – his honorary baby sister wasn’t gonna wake up alone. Shoko would fuss over you, in a very Shoko-esque fashion of pretending to be calm.

Then on day three, you stirred – lips curving into a smile as you saw both of your hands were occupied on either side – Satoru’s fingers entwined with yours on your left and Suguru’s hands encasing yours on the other side. They were both asleep. Suguru had his head on the bed beside your legs and Satoru was snoozing on your shoulder. You let out a small laugh.

“Good morning, sleeping beauties.” You sang.

They both jolted up.

“You’re awake!”

“Don’t ever do that again, you had us worried sick!”

Satoru basically flung himself at you while Suguru pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, before grabbing Shoko.

When he left and it was just you and Satoru, you thought for a second maybe you’d died and gone to heaven because of this angel beside you – hair alight in the fluorescent gleam of the infirmary and a look in your eyes that you would have seen reflected in your own had their been a mirror. Pure, true love.

Still sleepy, you squeezed his hand.

“Hi, ‘toru.”

Your words were slurred with sleep but his heard had never swelled more than hearing this new nickname.

“Say that again.” He smirked.

“Hi Satoru?”

“No, say it how you said it first.”

“Hi, ‘toru.” You smiled, realising the smile on his face was from your impromptu nickname.

“There we go. If we’re doing new names, then you need one too.” His eyes lit up.

“What’s it gonna be then? Suguru already calls me lil’ lady.” You smile, rubbing your eyes free of sleep.

“Only thing it could be. So, how you feelin’, Princess?” His smile as he christens your new name would make your knees weak if you weren’t laying down. His princess. You liked that. It fed into your delusions that maybe, just maybe, he might be as in love with you as you are with him.

You let out a giggle and the flush of your cheeks send Satoru spiralling.

At that moment, the other two come back into the room.

“There’s my girl, how you feeling?” Shoko asks.

“Kinda stiff, but not too bad. What happened?” You ask, stretching your limbs which are heavy with sleep.

“After the special grade – a whole other issue, which Yaga and your mom are dealing with –” she rolls her eyes.

“Oh no.” You interject, your mom is gonna be pissed. You nearly pity the higher ups.

“That’s what I said. Your use of your trump card caused you to lose all cursed energy – and given the root of your technique, your body decided to hibernate.” She said, checking your vitals as she spoke.

“Oh – so like, a phone recharging?” You ask, and the other three descend into howls of laughter that your brain immediately saw the same correlation as Satoru.

12 Y E A R S L A T E R

The strong arms clad in white still held onto you with a vice like grip – the smaller hands, smelling of smoke were acting as the comfort, petting your head and shielding your eyes.

The sons shaking your body were enough to cause an earthquake if you hadn’t been so utterly exhausted already, nothing was registering.

There was only word thought, one word, one feeling circulating your body right now.

Satoru Satoru Satoru Satoru Satoru Satoru Satoru

You vaguely felt cold hands cup your cheeks and guiding your head to look at the so far nameless and faceless person.

Dark brown eyes stared back at you.

Shoko.

“He’s okay. Satoru is okay, Y/N. He’s fine. He’s alive. Don’t look at the screen, but I saw him heal - he’s alive.” Her own usually steady voice sounded breathless.

Satoru Satoru Satoru sa-

Alive.

You registered the words. You tried to turn your head to where the screens are but a larger hand keeps your head facing away. Big hands, soft, warm.

Kento?

No.

Dead.

Suguru?

No.

Dead.

You try to look up, and a face you know looks down at you.

Choso. Yuuji’s brother Choso. Safe.

You trust him. You trust Shoko. You sit there, you can’t move, imprisoned and most of your fight was gone. You couldn’t look. One of them would die.

Nobody wanted you to see that.

Your empty eyes and shallow breathing and shivering form would terrify onlookers, if they weren’t busy facing the screen.

Just as your body began to come down from its fight or flight reaction, it happened.

A gut wrenching, deep, blood curdling scream that shook the very foundations of the building once more.

The arms around you slackened and left altogether and you collapsed to the floor, your head following the bodies movement. It stopped and scooped a crumbled heap of pink into its arms.

Pink. Pink.

Yuuji?

No. No no no no no no no.

Your body knew first before your brain did, and the chorus of the incessant song began again with different lyrics.

Megumi megumi megumi megumi megumi my baby megumi megumi my baby meg

You scrambled to your feet and physical intuition took over and you just about made it to the door before your body froze and wouldn’t move no matter how much you fought.

‘Stop.’ That voice.

You could turn around, and what you saw felt like betrayal.

Inumaki.

Just as your body slackened as his words effect faded another pair of arms caught you. You knew this time who it was, Yuuta held you close to him. You fought and screamed and kicked and scratched to try and push your way out.

“Yuuta let me fucking go! Let me go! I have to – I have to get out! I have to get to them! Fuck Yuuta let me go, now!” You roared, but the figure didn’t budge. He could hold you himself, he’d gotten stronger over the last year, not that he needed it – your fights seemed fierce in your head but all ferocity had been expended in your earlier attempt to get to your husband. Hakari, Maki, Kusakabe and Choso were all trying (and failing) to restrain Yuuji.

Megumi Satoru megumi Satoru megumi Satoru megumi Satoru megumi my love my baby my love my baby megumi Satoru

Please

The world was getting fuzzy.

You kept going, and struggling until he felt you slacken. Broken sobs. That’s all you had now. Just empty, hollow sobs.

It was haunting. He tried to comfort you, but what comfort could he be when he himself had no idea what happened.

That was, until the opposite door swung open.

Through the ringing of your ears, you didn’t hear the cacophony.

But you felt the hands.

The hands.

Your eyes dart up the arms, scars, scars?

Pale skin, trailing up to bloodied black fabric – shredded.

Pale neck, also bloodied.

Eyes. Crystal blue eyes. Those eyes.

Your whisper, unsure if this was a hallucination.

“‘Toru?” You reach fingers to his cheek.

“It’s me, Princess.” He smiles.

“Are you real, ‘toru?” Comes out in a breath.

“I’m real, ‘Princess. I’m here.” He presses his hands to your face, kneeling on the ground beside you.

You let out a wail, because he was here, and he was alive. Your beautiful boy. You run your hands all over his face, his blood mingling on your skin, and his neck and his arms – torn flesh freshly scarring. Scarred, bloodied, alive. You wail into his skin as your glassy eyes reach to meet his, and his smile is the last thing you see before it all goes dark.

Satoru feels you go limp in his arms, he doesn’t panic, your eyes are closed – he knows what’s happened. His pretty girl, so tired.

A dark-haired body is cradled across the room by his pink haired love, with his oldest surviving friend providing the best medical attention that can be found.

He lifted you into his arms, your tiny form nestled against his chest. He motioned for the other boy – another one reunited with his love, to do the same. You all needed rest.

The warmth of your temporary home enveloped the people who entered it. Touches of you, everywhere. Even a vase of what he know to be Tsumiki’s favourite flowers (daffodils) on the windowsill.

He separated from Yuuji and Shoko, and their bundle of limbs and blood and took you into one of the bedrooms, carefully laying your sleeping form into the bath, stripping your bloody clothes, covered in ashes away from your scratched skin. He hissed as the water touched some freshly healed wounds, as sat with your back between his legs, against his chest. He could have just wiped you down. It would have been easier. But he needed your closeness, even in your sleep. Your comfort, your heat, your scent – he needed it. Fighting your adopted son to kill the demon inside him would never be easy. He thinks how far you’ve come together, from your first hibernation when he refused to leave your side, to now.

The door swings open, and shameless as ever, Shoko walks in and without care for water or any of her usual exterior, wraps both him and you into her arms.

“Thank you, Satoru. Thank you for coming home.” She whispers. She then helps him clean your wounds, and assesses his scars as you both continue to soak. Shoko had delivered your son, there was no worry of lack of clothing here.

She then excused herself to return to the spare room, the other couple also resting there’s a mirror image. Both exhausted, one awake, one unconscious.

Satoru lays you in bed, wraps you in blankets and then kisses your head before leaving to go to the next room over. He had duties to attend to now, he needed to check on our boy.

You felt a crack of sunshine creeping through your eyelids and groaned a little at the brightness, you turn in your half-asleep state and your arm meets a solid plane. You jolt, remembering where you are, why you’re here and who this is.

He’s already looking at you.

Crystal blue eyes smiling down at you, and you are jolted twelve years into the past.

No words need to be said between you.

“Hi ‘toru.” You whisper.

“Hi princess.” He replies.

You lunge at him and wrap your arms around his neck, feeling every flex of every muscle and huff of every breath as you capture his lips in yours.

“I thought I’d lost you.” You croak, through fresh tears.

“Impossible, did you forget? I’m the strongest.” He winks, which makes you let out a breathy laugh.

You kiss and when you pull away you look him in the eyes.

“‘Toru. I’m scared to ask. Just please know, if – if you had to do it. I don’t blame you. Just, tell me the truth.” You whisper, voice broken.

He smiles at you; glad he’d sent the text to the other bedroom as he felt you stir.

“Come with me, Princess.” He says, guiding you to your feet.

You follow him along, coming to a stop at the next door over the hallway.

He puts his hand on the handle, and as he pushes, he leans down to you.

“Now, try not to smother the kid, sweet girl.” He lets out a laugh at this.

The door opens.

You nearly collapse again.

On the bed, awake with a book in his hand and almost a mummy with bandages around him, free hand entwined with the boy beside him – is your son.

You let out a sob and just sprint across the room, tossing yourself onto the bed with complete abandon, all cognitive thought flying out the window because your boy, you little boy was alive and well and Satoru fucking did it.

Arms wrap around you as a book fall to the floor and two baritone laughs echo out, one from the bed beside you and your son and the other from the doorway.

You pull away, tears cascading like Niagara Falls down your face, you clutch the boys' cheeks in your hands around examine him, still sobbing.

“I’m okay, mama.” Megumi’s hands grab your wrists to reassure you.

“Oh my baby boy, I didn’t know – oh god. My sweet boy. I should’ve never let you out of my sight. I’m so proud of you. My strong, amazing boy.” His head is pulled into you chest, and for once he doesn’t argue, just breathes in the scent of his mother, and the feel of her sweater on his battered skin.

“Thank you, mama. You and dad. You kept your promise. You came for me.” You suck in a breath, you’ve no idea how he heard your promise you and your love had made that night on the balcony to get your boy – but he did.

Yuuji goes to stand up to leave you two alone, but your hand reaches out like a cobra and with unnerving strength for someone your size you pull him down to join the cuddle pile.

“Satoru get your ass and all of them eyes over here.” You manage a laugh as you pull him to you.

He lets out a booming laugh and joins you all on the bed.

Recommended Listening:

Softcore - The Neighbourhood

Goner - Twenty One Pilots

Don’t Blame Me - Taylor Swift

TV - Billie Eilish

Home - Edith Whiskers

#jjk #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #anime #dad!gojo #family formations #jjk manga leaks

[joesanrio]

He’s mad now | R.R

Summary: Nova coming back from college was one of the best days- or I guess nights of her life.

Pairings: Joe Anoa’i x Nova (OC) || non-established relationship

Warnings: arguing, cheating, kissing, pet names (princess,baby), grinding, dry humping, fingering.

Rating: 18+

A/N: …something about Joe being irritated or arguing with someone just sounds so hot. Also, I gave Joe a diff girl instead of Galina bcs I can’t do my girl like that. #whenjoeaintlookingimsnatchingherup

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It was the first weekend back in Florida after graduating college, everyone is excited and wanting to celebrate. Luckily tonight was just something that wasn’t all about me and just about seeing each other again.

“But you guys- I don’t drink.” I say as Takecia is trying to get me hype for the night at the club. “That doesn’t matter- we’re still going to have fun.” She smiled as I nodded in agreement. I sit on the living room couch as we are waiting for the last couple to show up.

Joe and Kira, they started dating while I was in college and supposedly are so in love. Though, Joe was not guaranteed to wait for me while I was at college, that selfish part of me wishes he did. “Sorry guys.” His voices eases into my ear, I didn’t look up though wanting avoid any eye contact at all costs.

“Got damn, might as well have a sleepover- took so long.” Jimmy complained jokingly while greeting Joe. I grabbed my small purse as I stood up and got ready to greet the couple myself, “You look… cute!” Kira greeted me with a forced smile. “Oh.. thank you!” I pretend not to notice her “compliment” tone, a small nod towards Joe as I walk past the couple to Jimmy at the door.

“Nova, remember you taking us home.” Jey pointed as he walked up to me by the door, “Got it!” I smile.

I get in the passenger seat of Jimmy’s car as Jey and Takecia get in the back, Kira and Joe riding separately. “That Kira chick is already ruining the mood.” Takecia complained as we haven’t even left the driveway and we can see her complaining through the passenger window of Joe’s car. “Aye- no bad vibes and we ain’t even leave yet.” Jimmy said as he pulls out the driveway.

[ Club : 9:25pm ]

“No. She just asked if I saw her boyfriend, I was not flirting!” Joe explains for the 5th time since they started arguing. They’ve had about 4 arguments since we got to the club and 3 of those were stupid little things like;

“You need to stop being so stiff!” Kira complained.

“I’m not-“ Joe denied.

“Yes! you literally are.” Kira drags on drunking-ly.

If there was an award for best party poopers they would definitely get it about now. “You know what. I’m so sick of your bullshit- every time we go out you always ruin it!” Kira shouts in Joe’s face as he rubs his forehead, “Okay, let’s go home then.” He offers while trying to calm the situation as the people close to them look over. “No fuck you! Fuck her and you can stay with your bitchy ass cousins and sleep there!” She exclaims as she storms off with the keys.

“Kira! You’re drunk!” I say going after her, “Oh my gosh, who do you think you are? Superman or something- leave me the hell alone!” She rolls her eyes before walking away again. “Maybe call someone to get you? You look really drunk, is all.” I try to reason as she glared at me, “Fine! Now move.” She shoves me while taking out her phone.

Walking back to where the rest of the group was, Joe seemed so confused about the situation as he sat with a beer. “Man- now we gotta sad Uce and raging drunk outside.” Jimmy said seriously though the small laughs didn’t fail to find there way after. “No. I’m good- she’ll snap out of it tomorrow morning.” Joe says as he takes a swig from his beer, “Y’all go ahead.” He nods.

Everyone still unsure but leaves to go back to whatever they were doing, but I find myself not wanting to leave him. “Joe… you sure you alright.” I ask softly before sitting next to him, he hums as he plays with the seemingly small bottle in his hands. “Nova, I know you don’t like her.” He looks up at me from the random space in front of him, “I do. Why-“ I go to defend myself before he cuts me off.

“I can hear the way your voice spikes up at the end of your sentences, you always do that when you’re uncomfortable or trying to fake something.” His eyes looking endearingly into mine, the small details only one who paid close attention would know he says like it’s obvious. “You got me..” I joke as he lets out a light huff of a laugh, “I missed you. You can’t tell anyone, but I dated her in hopes to forget about you.” He practically whispers as his hands find themselves onto his temples. “I- I missed you too. I still do.” I let my smile fall as I feel the reoccurring feelings I have for him, make there way to the surface.

“You do hm?” I could hear the smirk in his tone, I roll my eyes playfully at his now relaxed demeanor. “Stop! I’m being serious. I really do.” I laugh lightly as Joe stands from the booth, “Come with me.” He sticks his hand out for me to grab. My eyebrows rise questioningly before gabbing his large hand, I say nothing as he guides me to VIP area. “Oh hey man! Come on.” The bodyguard greeted Joe before pulling back the rope.

“So you’re telling me, we could’ve been over here the whole time! Your cousins are gonna be pissed.” I laugh as he smiles in agreement. “Our secret m’kay?” He places a finger over his mouth in a shushing manner, I nod as we walk up to the tucked away seating area. He pulls the curtains closed as I observe the area, “Nova, I really want you.” He states with a eager look in his eyes.

“You do hm?” I mock his past words as he takes quick notice and stands in front of me, “mhm I do.” He grabs the back of my neck delicately, pulling me up to meet his lips. The strong taste of beer on his lips, it’s disgusting but the soft note of coconut is coming through from his chapstick. “I really missed you.” He smiles against my lips, and his other hand finding its way to my ass causing a gasp to leave my mouth. His tongue slipping in between my lips with ease, melting into his touch, my hand grips his forearm while the other wraps around the neck and pulls him closer.

“Joe. Oh my-“ I moan quietly into his lips before pulling away, his eyes immediately going down to my wet, plump lips. He quickly sits down onto the sofa before pulling me onto his lap, causing my dress to rise up a bit. “You look so gorgeous.” He whispers before placing his thumb onto my lips and playing with the bottom lip. I unintentionally begin grinding on his lap before he pulls me back onto a kiss, “So needy.” He chuckles while his large hands find there way onto my ass.

“Shit..you feel so good princess.” He groans before pushing me harder against his erection, I moan in agreement as my panties soak against his jeans. His hand leaving my ass to rub little circles on my clit through my wet panties, “Oh. You’re soaked- already? I barely played with you.” Joe teases. My head falls into his shoulder in embarrassment before his fingers find there way onto my entrance.

“Joe…” I moan into his ear as his finger enters slowly, curling and hitting that one spot. “More.” I say breathlessly before he enters a second finger, his pace speeding up. My moans getting heavier and drawn out as his long fingers abuse the perfect spot inside of me. “I’m- m’gonna cum” I gasp as he restlessly pounds into me, “come on.” He smirks as he kisses my neck. I cum onto his fingers before he quickly pulls them out and has me grind onto his hard cock.

“There you go.. almost there.” He coos in my neck before placing a delicate kiss. I whine as I became overstimulated on top of him. “I can’t-“ “yeah you can.” He nods before his head falls back onto the chair, “Shit baby. Oh- fuck.” He groans as he cums in his pants. His grip on my hips getting tighter while holding me against him, “Oh I missed you.” He smiles tiredly.

“Oh my gosh! They’re probably looking for us.” I say remembering about the rest of the group, “Damn I forgot.” He chuckles and lifts me off his lap gently. “You look so fucked out.. and all you did was cum on my fingers.” He looks me up and down as he stands up. I cover my face in embarrassment, then standing up beside him. “I’m glad you’re back.” He pulls me by my waist and gives me another kiss.

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[a-name-or-three]

i’m think about speech patterns! take these for all your fic writing needs! not all of them are done bc i was taking requests for who to do next on the discord lol

Jon: He tends to speak like he'd type, a veneer of professionalism and Oxford education, but one which slips the second he's shocked out of his facade by worms, or Martin. He's one for run on sentences; he has a lot of thoughts and he wants to get them all out the second they come into his head, no matter if they actually make sense to the listener or not. If he's shocked! or upset! He gets snippier! His phrases are cut off, or bitchy.

Martin: He, well, he hedges a lot. He lets people come to their conclusions before he, uh, before he finished speaking. It's easier that way, y'know? They hear what they want to hear. But when he's angry, or annoyed, or tired, he lets slip what he's really feeling. He stops biting back his words and he gives up on being sweet. You know what he thinks? Maybe people better listen to him now and then!

Tim: Tim is a consummate professional, but also? A Lad. A lot of people forget, but he started in publishing! He's good with his words, and a nerd. These are two Very Important Things about Tim Stoker that he will ensure that you know by the end of a conversation with him. Tim does his best to make you comfortable, talking casually but without restricting what he knows. He's not about to back down from a point if he disagrees with you, though. He's always up for a bit of a Scene, be that imitating his movie of the month, or creating some imagined moment about the people around him. He cares, so deeply, and he wears his heart on his sleeve. His emotions ride high; he can be the class clown if he wants to, but he can just as easily be hurt very badly. Oh, yeah, another thing to mention! He's a little forgetful in conversation! He needs to wheel back to things when he remembers them! He also has a habit of asking questions without asking them? He's more curious than he wants to let on...

Elias: Well, Elias is very similar to Jon. He's a little more restrained in terms of run-on sentences, though. He's spent a long time crafting his language to provide authority in equal measure with a non-threatening presence. He speaks slowly, as if he's thinking over every word, rolling them in his mouth like a sweet. When he realises he needs to intimidate, though, a thrill laces everything he says. He *enjoys* the ability to put those below him into their places. He likes using his words to mould and crush people, and he isn't above doing so. Do I make myself clear, Jon?

Annabelle: Well, Annabelle is similar to Elias, actually. She chooses her words very carefully. She knows how much affect a single choice can have, even down the stress she chooses to put on a phrase. There's a smile in her voice, like she knows everything that this conversation is going to include. Though, I suppose, it's important to remember how young she is. When she died, she was just a poor university student... She's not sure she's grown up since then, and it's much easier to weave a web when people think you're innocent...

Nikola: Nikola talks Exactly how you'd expect a ringmaster puppet to talk! Grand gestures, bright smiles, all with a plastic coating! Isn't everything she says just wonderful?! She knows people hate her, and she also knows how funny it is to pretend like they adore her! She's less self-aware, than some of the others, but she's there to have fun, not manipulate people! She understands her atrocities, and *delights* in them. She doesn’t have a face, so she has to put all her emotions into her voice!

Peter: Peter is just... Tired. Growing up as he did has him split between an innate human desire to share, and the exhaustion of other people. He settles by picking a confidant, and markedly rejecting everyone else through a professional, bland exterior. He knows, he knows better than you, but he's not going to stress himself proving it. He's got better things to do.

Michael: Michael... What an interesting boy... He... I...? Was... Is...? Michael is something else. He knows he doesn't talk in a way that others understand instinctively... And yet it's always very clear what he means. He is deceit, but he will never lie to you. It's easy to understand a lie. Much harder to unravel a half-truth. I suppose that's what Michael is... A half-truth. There's amusement in his nonsensical nature, even as he bites back resent. Some remnant of that anxious little boy long to make a joke, to titter anxiously at the things his friends say... Michael is confusion, confusing, confused. And he knows exactly what's happening.

#tma #the magnus archives #the magnus pod #statement ends #i wanted to do sasha but she DOENST HAVE MUCH WORDS IS THE THING.

[freshlove-sturn]

i know i JUST sent a request but if you don't like that one, maybe you could write one where chris and the reader are just friends and there's one day when chris is in a bad mood bc the triplets and the reader had planned to go out, but the reader gets her period and can't go, so chris is just being bitchy towards everyone and matt tells nick "it's probably bc his girlfriend isn't here" and chris debies it; then maybe it gets chris thinking about how much better his day would be is the reader was actually his girlfriend so he could comfort her while she's on her period ? and maybe that motivates him to ask her out ? idk

i hate that i said something so specific, you could take the idea and make it your own if you prefer ! thank you 🩷 :)

philia

part 1 part 2

philia (greek)- affectionate love. a type of love that involves friendship. this is the kind of live that friends have for each other. greek philosopher, plato, beloved that philia was stronger than the love that is eros (physical/ sexual desire, passion, lust, and/or romance. the kind of live couples have for each other) he believed that relationships built off of philia and eventually leading to eros were the strongest. friends to lovers.

a/n: i took this request and did my own little spin on it. i hope you like it!! i didn’t really proofread so there’s probably some errors in there, i had to copy and paste this whole thing from screenshots in my camera roll 😭 anyways… enjoy!!

chris pov

i’ve been stressed out all week. between filming and my brand, it’s been getting harder and harder to find time for myself. i’m in dire need of some sort of distraction. i need to get my mind off of everything going on. and in all honesty, there was only one person that could make that possible. y/n.

i’ve been best friends with y/n for as long as i can remember. our moms are best friends, so we’ve known each other since diapers. we have been practically attached at the hip since we could walk. she has always been my person. wanted to get away from my brothers for a bit? i’m texting her to hang out. needed to vent? she’s all ears. advice on an outfit? i’m spending 10 minutes in the mirror trying to take the perfect picture to send to her. hockey or lacrosse game? she’s there cheering me on in the front row wearing my jersey number. she has always been there for me.

today my brothers, myself, and y/n had all planned on hanging out. its our second day back in boston after a month of being in la. we’ve had this planned since the day y/n dropped us off at the airport before we flew back to la. i’ve really been looking forward to it. i haven’t seen y/n in so long. the transition from seeing her everyday to going weeks on end without hearing her laugh, smelling the sweet smell of her perfume that i could never get enough of, and overall just the lack of her presence has been much harder than i’m willing to admit.

my alarm goes off at 8 am. i wanted to make sure i had plenty of time to get ready for today. i groggily reach over to my night stand, my face still buried in my pillows, feeling around for my phone to shut off the blaring sound of my alarm. i finally feel the cool glass of the screen. i pick it up and bring it closer to my face, squinting my eyes at the sudden gleam of brightness beaming from my phone. after i hit stop on my alarm, i notice a text from y\n.

i know its not her fault. she has no control over that. but couldn’t help but feel a wave of disappointment crash over my chest. this was the one thing i had been looking forward to doing for all of a month and now the one person who was going to make it worth while won’t even be there? great. just my luck. i stick my tongue in my cheek and begin typing a response. careful not to come across as upset. i didn’t want her to feel bad. my reliance on her isn’t her problem and i couldn’t make her feel like it was.

i roll out of bed and throw on a white t-shirt i had taken off the night before and thrown at the end of my bed. i walk downstairs into the kitchen, opening up the cabinet to grab a cup before slamming it shut.

“what is your deal?” nick asks, who was already sitting at the island in the middle of our kitchen, scrolling on his phone. his brows furrowed with a confused yet annoyed look plastered on his face.

“nothing” i mumble. avoiding eye contact and opening up the fridge. pouring myself a glass of water from the brita.

nick rolls his eyes at my blunt response. not even bothering to entertain the situation further.

“do you know when y/n is coming over or are we just gonna pick her up on our way to the movie?” he asks, changing the subject. unbeknownst to him that his question rubbed salt right in the wound.

“she’s not coming” i reply.

“oh. why not? is she okay?”

“she doesn’t feel good.” i bemoan. “she said she might come around tomorrow”

“aw” nick frowns sympathetically. “i hope she starts feeling better. that sucks.”

“yup” i concluded the conversation. not wanting to talk about it anymore. the more i thought about it the more upset i became.

soon matt comes down the stairs. nick informs him of the situation. he responds with the same soon matt comes down the stairs. nick informs him of the situation. he responds with the same nonchalant 'oh i hope she feels better response that nick had. the same one i'm sure anyone would have. anyone who didn't need her to function that is. i wish i didn't care so much. i didn't know why i did. it's like the betrayed feeling of when your friends texts you and tells you that they won't be at school. except it was ten times worse. growing up it had always been no y/n, no chris. we were like a package deal. invited to a party? only if y/n also got an invite. vacations? i was begging my parents to let her come with us. she is my rock.

when it comes time to leave for the movie, i practically have to drag myself out of the door. i open up the door to the van, get in, and slam it shut.

"dude what is your problem?" matt looks over at me from the drivers seat.

"he's been in a pissy mood all day long. its getting on my nerves nick interjects from the backseat.

“im just tired. we were on a plane all day yesterday and i couldn't sleep" i defend. lying through my teeth. i knew my brothers knew it too.

"you sure it has nothing to do with y/n not being able to make it today?" matt questions.

" don't care that she can't come." i lie. again.

"yeah right" nick scoffs. i look back at him and roll my eyes. he returns the action.

we arrive at the theater and buy our tickets. we get popcorn and soda and find our seats. matt and nick discuss what movies they wanted to see next as the previews play on the big screen in front of us. i say nothing. i just sit there and scroll on my phone. y/n hasn't texted me all day. i knew it was because she wasn't feeling well and she was probably just sleeping. but i couldn't help but feel a shot of jealousy coursing through my body.

"chris get off your phone the movie is starting." nick pushes my phone down.

i could hardly even pay attention to what was happening in the movie. my brain was taken over by the thought of y/n. why can't i stop thinking about her? sure she's my best friend and i thought about her enough as is, but something felt different today. i've never felt like this before. it felt like a brick was stacked on top of my heart. another being added each time i saw something that reminded me of her. anytime her name even crossed my mind, which, was going on about 5 times per second it felt like. it was suffocating. i don't know why i'm feeling like this. i didn't want to know, if i'm being honest. it scared me. more than i’m even willing to admit.

the movie ends and we all get up from our seats. the lights slowly become brighter. the crunch of popcorn under peoples feet as the stepped filled the air.

after we get home, i don't feel like talking. matt and nick were both sitting around at the island in our kitchen, discussing the movie. i head straight for the stairs.

"someone's upset they couldn't see their girlfriend today" nick jokes.

"she's not my fucking girlfriend. i don't care that i

couldn't see her today. i really don't. my life doesn’t revolve around y/n. you guys are being ridiculous." i argue. girlfriend. the word hit me straight in the gut.

"she may not be your girlfriend sure but you wish she was” matt interrupts. there it is again. that feeling. that feeling i wanted to stop being corrupted with. the feeling i couldn't pin down. the feeling of her.

"you're insane” i hiss. turning my back and going up the the stairs and into my bedroom.

i slam the door shut behind me and lay down on my bed. staring at the ceiling. i just wanted to sleep. i didn't want to think about it anymore. but i couldn't.

girlfriend. the thought of y/n being my girlfriend almost suppressed the gut wrenching feeling that was still brewing in my chest. it's like it was almost satisfied. like i almost had it all figured out.

the more i sat in silence, the more my mind overtook me. the more y/n had flooded everything i had inside of me.

just as my eyes grew heavy, and my thoughts began to slow. it hit me.

im in love with my best friend.

i sat straight up in my bed. i check my phone. 2 am.

unlike hours before, this was the first time i wasn't thinking. i race down the stairs and put my shoes on. y/n only lived just down the street. i could get there in less than three minutes. i open the door, the cold butter air instantly hitting me. i didn't care though. i step out and make a bee line to y/ n's house.

her room was on the second story. when we were 12, we hid a ladder underneath her deck. for years i would use it to sneak up to her room late at night just to hang out. i pull out the ladder from underneath her porch. careful not to make too much ruckus, in fear that i would wake up her parents. i set up the ladder right in line with her window in 10 seconds tops. i knew this like the back of my hand. i climbed up the ladder and tapped on her window.

readers pov

a gentle tapping on my window pulls my eyes away from my book. it didn't scare me. i knew it was chris. only chris knew how to get up here. only chris knew our secret knock pattern that we came up with all those years ago. but at 2am? in the freezing cold? what did he want? he hadn't even texted me letting me know he was coming. weird.

i threw my legs over the side of my bed and make my way to my window. i pull my curtains aside, unlock the window, and let him in.

"chris what are you doing here? it's 2 am and freezing outside." i question and he steps over the window sill and into my bedroom.

"y/n im in love with you" he breathes heavily. his blue eyes looking down at me with desperation. i felt my heart sink.

"w-what?" i ask. i couldn't believe what i was hearing.

“im in love with you. so undeniably, inevitability, embarrassingly in love with you. i think i always have. just haven't really known what it was j was feeling until now. i love the way you laugh. the way your smile lights up every room you walk into. how kind you are to everyone, even when they don't deserve it. i love the way-“ he rambles and i cut him off.

“chris-“ he doesn't stop talking.

“-i love the way you do your hair. i love the color of your eyes. i love how you dress. i love-" i cut him off again.

"chris!" i raise my voice louder this time. needing his attention.

he stops talking and looks at me. waiting for me to speak.

i take a deep breath.

"i have a boyfriend.”

to be continued...

a/n: I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS. WOOHOO. again, lemme know if you want to be on my taglist!!

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[gay-dorito-dust]

freddy freeman dating hcs

First things first, Freddy would make the best boyfriend. End of discussion.

Freddy would be the type of boyfriend who’d be your best friend first and foremost, your boyfriend second. For him, just because you were dating didn’t mean you had to act differently to how you did before your feelings for one another extended into romantic territory.

He still wants to share laughs and jokes with you like he always had, talk shit with you about the douchebags and the bitchy cliques in school; he knows he can still do all that but that doesn’t stop him from reminding you that no matter what your relationship was, he would always be in your corner even if you were to ever break up. (Which is never bc why would you? He’s perfect.)

Protective. He can and will use throw fists or even go as far as to change into Captain every power, his alter ego, when he felt as though you were threatened or being put in a dangerous situation. Even if it was an inkling that never stopped Freddy from wanting to keep you safe. Even if it meant keeping his identity a secret for a little while before crumbling under the guilt of hiding a part of himself from you, despite it being the best course of action in keeping you safe from the itinerary of villains that wouldn’t think twice in using you against him.

It’s just not a factor he’s willing to risk but when things settle down after awhile, he’ll be sure to tell you and hope that you don’t leave him for not telling you sooner. (Again why would u?)

Handholding or anything that included holding some part of the hand has a plethora of meanings for you and Freddy that you came up with a code for all of them;

Quick squeeze of the hand: I’m right here.

Long squeeze of the hand: making sure that you were okay and that you were still by his side and not some work of fiction his mind made up.

Fingers intertwined, palms pressed against one another: this one is used when either of you were feeling a tad in need of something to ground you when you felt as though you were floating aloft in the uncertainty and madness that was life.

Pinkies locked: it’s an innocent way of keeping tabs on one another whilst in crowded areas, making sure the other doesn’t get lost amongst the bodies, almost life a life raft of sorts that kept you both connected.

Playing with the others fingers: this was more Freddy then you but that’s neither here nor there. Freddy would be prone to feeling like a secondary thought, which leaves him becoming a tad insecure that one day you’d might find someone better then superhero fanatic Freddy Freeman. He was also prone to becoming quite fidgety so whenever you catch him being slightly more restless then usual, you wordlessly held out your hand to him and he would immediately begin to fiddle with your fingers.

Wrist lock: this was when Freddy would take his hand, grasping your wrist in a firm grip before pulling you behind him protectively. You return the favour on occasions but it was more of a Freddy action. He just wants to protect and keep you safe, he didn’t care about getting hurt in the process.

Cuddles you whilst he goes full critic on the latest superhero biopic, calling it out on it’s inconsistencies of the timeline, the colour scheme of the heroes first and most recent outfit, amongst many other things. It was a beautiful sight, seeing him so impassioned that you often got lost in his lively eyes, his mouth that ran a mile a minute, and then finally his expressive hands resting against your thigh and back.

Freddy would notice this and other then feeling flustered under your stare, he would pout, thinking that you weren’t listening and ask you ‘what you looking at me like that for? Did you hear any of that?’ To which you would reply with everything he said thus far, word for word, taking him aback, before finally speaking in what had you so captivated.

‘I was merely admiring the most handsome, beautiful boy in my life as he speaks passionately about his interests.’ You then reach for his hand on your thigh, tracing the soft lines of his vein across the back and up past his wrist and arm tenderly. ‘Did you know that the more impassioned you are the more expressive your hands become?’ You asked. ‘also how you start talking just that bit faster as though you were on a limit to get everything off of your mind.’ You added before looking Freddy in his eyes.

‘Don’t rush yourself for me because you think that I might loose interest, if anything it’s the exact opposite. I want you to keep talking about what you love for it only gives me more of a reason to fall further for you then I already have.’ You finished with a smile and you swore that you could see tears forming in Freddy’s eyes as he started at you, starstruck.

‘What the hell did he do to deserve you?’ He would wonder both aloud and internally, to which you responded with each and every time, ‘by being unapologetically yourself.’ Before giving him an abundance of kisses on his face until you saw that face splitting smile again, followed that laugh you loved so fucking much. For it was your favourite sound.

Oh! Silly photo booth dates! You’d totally have a section of your wall dedicated to every single photo booth date you’ve had. Some had silly filters over them, others had physical props that could be used; whilst others were normal photos where you and Freddy would do silly poses and faces, always saving the last one for the cutest ones of all where you’d take the other by surprise and giving them a kiss on the cheek or even the lips. A real ‘taken at the right moment’ kind of picture. Those were the ones you treasured the most.

Dating Freddy was something you’d describe as a once in a lifetime kind of relationship because you highly doubt that you’d find anyone remotely close to Freddy when it came to terms of making you the happiest, most special person alive. And you honestly hope you never do because Freddy was truly a one in a million.

#dc imagines #dc imagine #dc x reader #dc x you #dc fic #dc fanfic #Shazam imagines #Shazam imagine #Shazam x reader #Shazam x you #Shazam fic #Shazam fanfic #Freddy freeman imagines #Freddy freeman imagine #Freddy freeman x reader #Freddy freeman x you #Freddy freeman fic #Freddy freeman fanfic

[vigilskeep]

thoughts on handersbela? just in general, since you’re so good at thinking about dragon age

this is VERY good timing... i have been thinking lately of Them

i read a little snippet of andersbela fic the other day that wormed its way into my brain... theyre so interesting. putting them in a terrarium to study. with isabela’s avoidance of causes and anders constantly dwelling on his, they’re natural foils who can be lighthearted with each other and also have genuine discussion that brings out a unique philosophical side in isabela plus anders’ humour and slips of i think mixed frustration and admiration at the life she leads. their approach to relationships would create so many sparks (and not just in the bedroom. okay ive made my obligatory joke about them canonically having sex) with anders’ desperation for attachment while he can get it and isabela’s desperate avoidance of the same, and isabela’s need to take care of herself first and foremost and anders being self-sacrificing to the point of self-destruction. with my preference for red hawke i like hawke as a fierce solid support for anders and isabela as someone to lighten and distract; hawke to defend and stand by isabela as no-one has and anders to be gentler and affectionate with her as no-one has but also to challenge her to be everything she’s capable of. but with other hawkes there’s so much you can do too. the POSSIBILITIES

the idea of hawke holding onto them and them both convincing themselves they can risk having this one thing just for a little while... um some assorted thoughts. i think the classic arishok duel aftermath with anders desperately trying to save hawke’s life afterwards and isabela with her heart in her throat knowing it’s her fault is peak drama of all time. i think anders moves in and isabela always leaves in the morning and one time she can’t move because the stupid great big dog got in and laid down on top of her and she likes waking up with them so much and the whole day is full of light and she doesn’t come back for weeks after. i think isabela insists on anders’ terrible lute playing. i think anders doesn’t wear a hawke favour bc he has malcolm’s honour but one day he finds a hole in his coat skilfully patched with a square of blue and gold that doesn’t match at all. i think isabela never fights with as much brash cackling confidence as when she knows anders will heal her before she even stops to realise she’s taken a hit (obligatory “my hands look like this (glowing spirit healer magic) so my girl can look like this (sexy armour)” joke) and anders never feels as safe as when he knows he can count on her to appear out of nowhere to watch his back. i think she’d fascinate justice. i think anders is so bitchy abt her act break disappearing act and isabela snaps right back and that they always make it up to each other repeatedly. i think anders doesn’t understand why isabela keeps leaving and she doesn’t understand how he can bear not to keep moving

they both love hawke so much and they’re both so terrified of what it’s going to do to hawke, is the thing. i was vividly imagining them the other day (i really do mean it when i said this ask was good timing) and there was this rough wistful act 3 dialogue in my head that went like... isabela out of nowhere tells anders he should marry hawke and get out of kirkwall and have a dozen glowing children who talk too much. and he’s vaguely amused and disbelieving as they chatter through the hypothetical (“who’s going to marry us, then? the chantry?” “ship’s captain! right here! you get any old revered mother instead of me and i’ll scratch her eyes out”) but eventually he shakes his head, and says quiet, tired, “if only i could run away anymore.” and then he raises an eyebrow, and says, you should marry hawke. yeah? yeah, marry hawke, get out of kirkwall. have a dozen pirate children with no manners. win each of them a dozen ships to sail. and they laugh through the hypothetical and she says, “it’s almost a shame i’m not the marrying type.” and they both kind of sit there with the knowledge that hawke has lost so much and they’re inevitably going to leave them alone

and then because i’m a sap the last straw is isabela’s chance to step up and fight for what’s right and what’s hers without running away, and anders isn’t cast aside like he always expected but fought for no matter the odds, and hawke gets out of kirkwall and onto the open sea, sailing off with their loves to free the rest of the mages and to learn how to laugh again. and then corypheus rises and hawke is the one to leave them behind after all

also the champion of kirkwall and their bf and gf who can’t stop getting kirkwall burned down is, like, so funny. can’t you three do this at home.

those are my thoughts sorry it got long and silly and embarrassing its late and i love them both so much

#i wrote the sorry its long and then just kept going back and writing. Sorry. its been a day #i thought abt anders and bela having to coparent the hawkeling without hawke #and caught some diseases from that i think #handersbela #theres like less than 20 fics on ao3 or something stupid. none of you care abt me

[worriedvision]

A haitham fic where he keeps giving really lusty looks towards the reader but it's that damn subtle that the reader thinks they're seeing things, or sth like their friends who are with them laughing when the reader talks about haitham, someone they are attracted to, giving them flirty looks bc 'why would he want you lol'

Gender neutral reader, it landed up not being suggestive, however the friends are really shitty. Reader is mentioned to be the 'smart one' of the group.

--

You were a student that decided to take some time to go to Port Ormos with your friends who insisted it was a must go. You didn't exactly see the appeal at first, it just looked like an area that hiked up prices when they spotted someone vulnerable enough to take their word for it when they claim something is of high value.

Your friends seemed to fit the description that these vendors looked for, them assuming these people knew more than they did. Thankfully, you could look at said items and call them out for being cheap products. There's the price tag that clearly shows a fraction of the price they just mentioned, oh and this is is a poorly duplicated product. The vendors stopped trying these tricks with you around, so your friends took you along wherever they wanted to go. You did find yourself rather bored, but there was a man you kept seeing out of the corner of your eye.

A rather handsome man, if you would claim so yourself.

You saw him give you a look that you thought you were just making up yourself. One where he's clearly interested in you, and it wasn't purely your intelligence. That little smirk you could have sworn was there for a split second, and the way his eyes seemed to eye you up before he stopped when your friends asked you to come along. The first few times, they don't even see what caught your attention.

One of your friends spots where you keep looking when they're trying to get your attention, and they start giggling at you.

"He is attractive, _." Your friend jabs lightly, you turning to face them. "You're the smart one, not the cute one." They continue, turning to gesture to your other friends.

"I can be both. Those two terms are not exclusive." You defend yourself, not taking your friends comments.

"Well, I don't think you have a chance with that guy anyway." Your friend brushes off. "Focus on yourself, not him, 'kay?" They smile, their tone sickeningly sweet.

You furrow your brows, not taking any of this.

"Where do you get off talking about me like that?" You huff out, truly not happy with how this friend was treating you.

"I'm just telling you the truth, it's not bitchy." They say, rolling their eyes.

"No, that is bitchy." You stop them, beginning to walk back towards Sumeru City. "I'm not taking this any more. It's obvious you're all interested in them as well, and I don't have the energy to deal with jealous people."

You hear your friends call out, them saying that they needed you to be the brains of the group. It's then you realise that they genuinely thought you were physically unappealing, and they kept you around to make them look better. You had enough of being used for other peoples gains, and now you were determined to truly focus on yourself. Now, you didn't have anyone holding you back from pursuing the topics that required more time than you could manage.

--

Haitham doesn't know about this interaction, and he keeps looking for your face amongst your friends. Not seeing it, he can't help but feel disappointed. Perhaps you were unwell, maybe you wanted to do something else other than stop your friends from being scammed by vendors. One of your more confident 'friends' approaches him, and a part of him hopes they'll tell him where you went.

Nope. They ask him out, sprinkling in how 'strong' and 'manly' he looked. They bat their eyelashes, only making themselves more desperate looking for a date. Haitham turns them down with a simple 'no' before he keeps looking for you. He overhears a vendor starting to upsell one of your other friends, and he decides to help just this once.

His presence alone is enough to stop the vendor, who can't even look him in the eye and try to brush it off as a silly joke. This friend of yours pretends he did this because they were waiting for a date, but his unimpressed look cuts through them.

"Where is your smarter friend?" Haitham asks, catching your friends off guard.

"Uhh, _? Really, you could pick anyone, but you go for-"

"Where did _ go." Haitham stops them, not wanting to bother with some flirty comments sprinkled in with answers that didn't answer his question.

"We don't know. I think they just went back to their studies, figures since that's their bread and butter." Your friend finally answers Haitham, who manages to hide his disappointment.

"Oh, well good luck then." He simply states, turning before he feels someone hold him back. Turning his head, he glares at the friend who was persistent with him.

"Who did you keep looking at, by the way?" The friend asks. "You kept looking in our direction, and I think you fancy one of us."

How did you get such bland friends, Haitham asks himself. These people were laying it on thick, not to mention they were not the smartest tools in the shed. They didn't even seem like good people, not caring about where you were right now.

He doesn't even dignify them with an answer, shaking off the hand and promptly walking away. As he walks away, he remembers the name.

_, huh? Perhaps he could find you without the help of your friends.

#al haitham x gender neutral reader #haitham x reader #haitham x gender neutral reader #al haitham x reader #al haitham

[angelkissiies]

Okay, I'm kinda obsessed with the idea of an abby that doesn't realise how hot she is. Not in a cocky way, more like she is genuinely baffled by the idea that a person that she knows and likes can see her that way. Like, she assumes you're being a bitchy mean girl because you keep staring at her in the gym, and she thinks that you're gossiping about her whenever she walks in the room because you have to physically turn away to stop yourself staring so it looks like you're hiding something.

You two end up alone together for some reason and she's finding out that you're not actually the worst, when you ask her why she keeps going back to boat boy. She tells you that it's not like she has any other options, which... no, you're not standing for that. So you decide to go for it and you shift closer to her, running your hand over her shoulder and clavicle in what could be considered a purely comforting way, if your voice didn't catch slightly when your hand makes contact because God you love feeling her muscles. You tell her something like 'Abby, chicks dig muscles, I assure you' or maybe you get really bold and lean in to whisper 'there must be someone who wants to watch these muscles writhe'. But she swats away your hand and tells you not to make fun of her because *she thinks you're making fun of her*.

So you bring out the big guns. Huffing out 'I can't believe I have to do this' under your breath, you swing your leg over her lap, grab her face to make her look you in the eyes, and say 'Abigail Anderson, I will only say this once because this really isn't my usual style, but I need you to know that i would give up food for a week for the chance to make you come once. And i know that you're used to... well, just know that only seeing that once in a night would be a fucking tragedy for me. I get it if you don't see me that way, but you must know you have better options than a guy who doesn't know what foreplay is.' And she'd open her mouth to defend him reflexively, but your hand would slip from where it held her jaw to rest on her chest as you said 'Please have some self-respect. You deserve more'

And the two of you would sit there for a bit with her gaze flickering back and forth between your eyes, and her mouth repeatedly starting to form a sentence that never comes. So you decide to help her out and ask 'can I kiss you or should I get off of you?' but she just looks more shell shocked at that. So you move to get off her, mumbling your apologies, but her hands grab your thighs lightning fast so you turn back to her and the look on her face makes you smirk. She breaks eye contact, her eyes searching the room in thought for a moment before she looks even more incredulous and just says '.....what?!?...' And you realise that you can have some fun so you roll your eyes, adjust your position straddling her thighs, and say 'fine, I meant to say: May I kiss you, pretty please? ... or should I get off of you?'.

And then you'd fuck and it'd be great but the thing she'd remember most would be the little noises of appreciation that you'd make as your hands and mouth ran over her body, because you couldn't believe how fucking perfect all of it was. But realising that the muscle was something to be praised or worshipped, rather than an obstacle to be looked past, would rock her to her core. And Owen would evaporate immediately after her second orgasm of the night because he's so violently allergic to good sex that it can kill him from miles away.

The end. Thanks for reading my little story. Tune in next week for more 'why the fuck is this in my ask-box?'

anon im foaming at the mouth ,, you massacred this you captured it so well. i beg you to never stop sending me stuff like this bc 😵‍💫

#misc #tlou #abby anderson #tlou2 #abby tlou #abby anderson x reader #the last of us #x reader #abby anderson ff

[forlorn-crows]

You can't just ask me this crow, I'm so bitchy bestie-

So I'm gonna give you two I'm most bitchy about :)!

Ghoul characterized wrong? It's Rain. Oh my god. It's rain all the way, people either make him a shy little thing uwu boy or he's a massive bitch. Not even a fun bitch, like genuinely I've seen some people write him as being so snarky and nasty for literally no reason and it drives me up the walls!!!!! Like yes he can be bitchy, he's a little sharp tongued at times, but he's not? Malicious? Or cold-hearted? Honestly it's more recent I've noticed the shift towards bitchy Rain than anything else, like end of last tour coming into this one but this one especially. It frustrates me to nooo end because like, stop it, I'm putting him up on a shelf you can have him back when you learn to be nice to my babygirl.

Ghoulette? Cumulus but especially Lus when she's shipped with other ghouls. By herself she's seemingly always the mom casted character (I'm pretty sure you've heard my feelings on this already so I won't bore you with that rant today) and just sooooo bland, but when she's shipped with any of the boys (90% of the time it's Mountain specifically) it feels like she literally doesn't care about them? Feels like she's written as just tolerating their affections, its rarely ever her being actively in love with someone else.....?? I think thats why I'm so fond of the way you write her and Mountain tbh, because it actually feels like she, yknow, likes him.

Anyways

I have opinions man.

- Void

we're here to biiitch lets goooo (though i said it already, when it boils down to it, there is very little i seriously have a problem with when it comes to how we as a community write ghouls that technically dont even have fucking names lmao. its just interesting to see what irks people, and how true some of the patterns can be amongst fellow creatives)

malicious is def the word i was trying to find when speaking about dew being written as mean. look, i love mean rain as much as the next person. bc mean rain is hooot. but hes not 'mean for the sake of being mean' like i said. as a person. obviously kink and scenes are very different, i'll try to stick to speaking about character as a whole. but, i get what you mean, its like, im pretty sure he exists somewhere in the middle there?

and some others have some thoughts about the 'uwu boys' as well. and yeah, honestly? i want my ghouls to read as old as fuck hellbeasts. i dont want them reading like innocent children. and i dont want to get in a debate about agre either, bc thats a different boat, but thats part of the reason i dont read or write agre. rain is not a dainty shy innocent uwu little creature. he is strange and offputting and confident and reserved when he needs to be etc etc.

again, ive got specific stuff to go over about lus. but, i do think you bring up a good point about writing the ghoulettes in relation to the ghouls. which, as a bi woman, why dont we write different gender pairings moree????? hello????? again, different topic, not the task at hand. but i think it has to do with what you're saying here. its like there's a piece missing in their interactions. and sometimes it can get into objectification territory bc they arent fleshed out properly.

if were saying the ghouls are poly....then the GHOULS. ARE. POLY. you know what im saying?? its not just the group of 'boys' and the group of 'girls'. i want the in between too. and i'll always make a point to write more of it. thank you for being fond of my mountlus, bc i am very fond of them and their relationship.

@divine-misfortune

#ask #void

[lilyrizzy]

“sorry just some insane hc’s about how in my head they have sex constantly lol and they both like, get off so much on like, daniel just coming up behind max in the kitchen to pull his sweats down and fuck him, max barely needing any prep bc they fuck so much” KILL ME!!! Ok this is sort of a prompt but pls feel free to ignore—I think this is literally soooo hot but I’m also like 👀 at taking it to another level where they do this even when they’re not on the best terms? Like in the middle of a days-long fight where they’ve barely said a word to each other (like about something silly like maybe max did something rly dangerous during a race and Daniel is upset bc he doesn’t know what he would do if max got hurt) but even still they need each other so much they fuck like that anyway,..maybe they go to bed mad at each other but Daniel can’t fall asleep bc his mind is racing so he wakes max up and just starts fucking him then let’s him go back to sleep….ok I’ll stop lol sorry :/

wow anon, your amazing brain. thoughts below the cut!

cw: free use, & ‘starting sex while one person is sleeping’ (i can never spell the fancy kink name for it lol sorry). also please please don't read if you think you won't like what those cw’s might mean

okay, so i can see this working especially if they have a 'free use' situation of max in place. and because they're both so horny for each other constantly, i think max is always free use, it's a 24/7 thing. they have their safe word or something that means they want to pause or stop or whatever, but other than that, max is daniel's for the taking.

(max definitley saw the title 'free use' in a porn vid or something they watched together and asked daniel 'what's that?' daniel explained, palms sweating bc he knew the moment max found out, he'd ask if they could do that, and daniel would be too weak for max to say no < side note lol, i think the porn they'd each watch alone vs together is such an interesting discussion point >)

and as you correctly stated, even when they're mad at each other they still need each other. so much. daniel made a dumb joke once, him in perth, max in monaco, that he was sleeping badly without max because he needed to be 'emptied,' before before bed and max just took that so seriously while simultaneously thinking it was the hottest thing ever and that it proved how well matched they were, bc he always slept better with daniels come inside him too :)

so going back to being mad, oops, yes, lets say max drove like an idiot and daniel is mad because its easier to let himself feel that than like, crushing fear, and this makes max get defensive and say shit he doesn't mean like, 'it is none of your buisness how i drive daniel, we are not on the same team anymore.' cue a lot of slammed doors and stony silence.

they've still not spoken and bed time is approaching. daniel is winding himself up by watching race highlights, and ofc its all about max's [insert dangerous race manouvere here, idk, i watch this sport for the fanfiction], and he's replaying the video over and over, while looping max's words over too in his head, 'none of your buisness,' and he thinks, you little shit, ill show you 'none of my buisness.' and is on his feet then to find max

who is brushing his teeth, meeting daniel's eyes in the mirror, and noticing theyre dark. thinks oh okay, good, lets sort this out, but says something bitchy onces he's spat out his toothpaste like, 'i thought you were sleeping on the sofa.' (fyi neither one of them has ever slept on the sofa, no matter how mad lol). then daniel is crossing the room, one hand curling around max's hip, the other on the back of his neck, pushing him down until his cheek is pressing against the bathroom counter. says something mean but kinda sexy like, 'i think you need reminding why i wanna keep you around enough to worry,' then like, pushes max’s pyjama bottoms down, swipes his fingers across max's hole, feeling he's still wet from the 'youre an idiot but i love you' sex they had right after the race and pushes two fingers in, 'who else is going to need it so bad they keep themselves open and ready for me, hmm?'

so then daniel fucks him, max’s hot pink face pressed against the cool tile, the slapping sound of daniel’s thrusts loud in the bathroom. max comes untouched when daniel calls him his ‘sl*t’ and says like, ‘what would i do if i didn’t have this tight little place to put my load each night?’ and then comes in him as if to prove a point but also to prove to himself that like, its okay. max can still take him bc max is still here.

sometimes thats enough. sometimes its not. lets say this time, max is being stubborn, because he knows this time he was actually in the wrong a little by being kinda mean to daniel back so he like, doubles down in his rightous anger. so daniel offers him a smile after, in the mirrow again, but max is ignoring him, just pulling his pyjama bottoms back up and shoving past him to get into bed.

and when they try to go to sleep like that, still pissed at each other, it just feels so wrong. daniel can't sleep for real now, not because of no sex, they had sex, but because he hates this. hates not talking, just looking at the hard line of max's back, where its usually the sweet curve of his tits he gets to see, max facing him, face smashed into the pillow as he snores.

so he’s whispering, ‘max?’ and not getting an answer. he doesnt know its bc max is stubborn or bc hes really asleep, but- but they’ve done this before so he knows its okay to push his pyjama bottoms down again, to groan a little seeing how max is shiny, sticky there. didnt clean himself up, didn’t let daniel do it with his tongue and daniel wants to fix that starts lapping at max softly until max is letting out little puffs of air, barely-there whimpers. then daniel is rubbing his dick along the crack of max’s ass, asking, ‘can i have you again, baby?‘ and max is pushing back against him which is answer enough.

this time, daniel holds him gently, spooned up right behind him, just grinding over his prostate until max is trembling, shaking in his arms so over stimulated. and right before max comes, he whines out, ‘i love you, i am sorry,’ and then daniel is coming too, into the warm clutch of max’s body and it’s okay again because max is here and safe and neither of them are mad anymore :)

#this is probably nothing like what you wanted and for that i appologise #i wanted to do kinktober so bad but brain is broken so this will have to do #though its not very sexy imo #max/daniel #fic #ask me things #thanks anon! #ps grammarly on my computer is broken so spelling error galore

[wifegideonnav]

Okay, so I get that I think Tamsyn has said that while you can draw some clear parallels (Gideon is Female Dave, Harrow is Rose, Ianthe is Vriska), obviously Homestuck and TLT aren't one to one, in the same way that the two other big Would Not Exist Without Homestuck pieces of media, Kill Six Billion Demons and Undertale/Deltarune aren't one to one with it either. That being said. I would like to submit. Isaac is Tavros.

😭 that's so mean. to isaac. wtf.

i don't really see it but let me counter with:

babs is the tavros. obviously i've posted before about how his personality/aesthetic is similar to cronus ampora, but if you think about his relationship with ianthe, i feel like there's definitely some similarities to tavros and vriska.

now ianthe "being a vriska" is something i have a LOT of thoughts about, which i will. probably write out at some point. mainly, while they share surface level plot points and arm deficits, their motivations are very different. i've been holding off tho bc there's a lot we still don't know abt ianthe's motivations while the series is still unfinished. but in general, vriska is a child who has no idea what she's doing and just wants to be safe (although she thinks she wants to be important - and she does, but because she thinks that if she matters enough, she'll stop being vulnerable, both emotionally and physically), whereas ianthe clearly has some actual irons in the fire. (given what little we know about the tridentarii's parents and childhood, i could 100% see ianthe trying to protect herself in a similar way, but we just don't know enough to be sure.)

but to compare babs and tavros:

both the "some guy" wedged in between some very toxically codependent girlies

both killed (run through) with their own weapon by their counterpart in a mysterious facility during a very tense afternoon

you can't tell me that if it was relevant, vriska wouldn't be happy to chew on tavros (use his body for what she's trying to do)

both an intimate part of their counterpart's ascension, in opposite ways

that last point is the most interesting to me, because vriska's ascension involved her own death and ianthe's ascension involved babs's. vriska begged tavros to kill her, and he would not, leaving her to die alone and in pain, whereas ianthe had no qualms about killing babs. as we learn in the unwanted guest, babs's soul has had an effect on ianthe's - they are fusing, in a sense. compare that to the very brief existence of tavrissprite, whose constituent parts could not reconcile and merge. in the end, vriska has always been both obsessed and disgusted with tavros because the world has allowed him to be soft, and kind, and nonviolent - all things that she was never given the chance to be. whereas for ianthe and babs, they have always been fighting side by side, concealing corona's secret and managing third house high society.

so essentially, babs is a tavros who has been strong and active enough to both protect and support his counterpart. while ianthe killed babs because she needed power for whatever she has planned, and she is always going to prioritize coronabeth over anything and anyone else, she had no real beef with him and saw him as, if not an ally, then at least a means to an end whom she didn't mind being bitchy with in the meantime. meanwhile vriska killed tavros not out of necessity or duress, but because he had betrayed and abandoned her at her moment of greatest need and vulnerability, and then decided to be her enemy.

to be honest you didn't ask for any of this longass response lol but to be honester its my blog and i get to rant about vriska if i want 😌 i'd be interested to hear your case for why isaac reminds you of tavros tho! bc i seriously do not see it at this point lmao

#asks #hs

[muertawrites]

Request !! Reader on her period so bf!eddie gives her cuddles and tries to help her period cramps :(

(i'm on the second day of my period and having a horrible time with it so i needed this request. my emotions are being real bitchy to me.)

i'm just gonna write these as headcanons bc anything more formal i've tried today has flopped spectacularly

idk about the rest of y'all but i'm an emotional wreck on my period. a couple days beforehand i am just mean, and bitter, and all i want to do is cry, and on top of that i get really sleepy and just want to eat everything in sight, especially if it's high in sugar.

so this is the woman that our poor man has to deal with every month

i actually feel like eddie would be kind of squeamish about periods? like the whole concept just kind of grosses him out (and justifiably, because it is a very gross thing to go through). this means he's very careful with you when you're on your period, not wanting to be too rough or too intimate with you because it's totally weird down there right now and he doesn't want to cross a line (which is fair because, if you're like me, you go from "i just want to be swaddled like an infant" to "if anybody touches me i'll rip out their kidneys" in a matter of seconds)

but he also knows the hormones are hard on you because your emotions are just ruthless. and he's really good at supporting you when things are tough. so in this respect, he knows exactly what to do.

when you get angry at him, he knows not to argue with you. he argued with you once when you lashed out at him because of your period, and you felt so bad about the fight afterward that you made him a mixtape and bought him a new grinder to apologize. he also felt really bad and once you talked through it, he was quick to pick up on what was actual frustration and what was your period talking. (you can tell he's fictional bc he's emotionally intuitive lmaoooooo)

when you break down crying at random, he holds you. doesn't matter what the reason, he'll just plop you into his lap and cuddle you until the tears stop. he's perfectly happy letting you use him as a body pillow when you need to.

when you get really insecure about your body, or your skin starts breaking out because of the hormones, he's you go-to hype man. he reminds you constantly that you're pretty, the prettiest person he's ever seen, even when you're in your pajamas feeling gross and wishing you could become one with your mattress. totally the type of boyfriend who would do sheet masks with you. that has to stay between you, though. can't let the hellfire guys think he's going soft even tho he's soft as candy floss for you and everyone knows it.

always down to get munchies. will actually get high so you can have the munchies together. you tell him that that's not technically very sympathetic, since he loves getting high, but he buys you whatever snacks you want from 7-eleven and doesn't expect or even ask you to share, so you let it slide. loves taking you to mcdonald's or sonic late at night for fries and milkshakes.

he's SO cautious when you're cramping. even if you ask him to hold you he'll be really gentle and light with his touches because he doesn't want to hurt you. won't touch your stomach or even too high up on your thighs. he will refill your hot water bottle for you, though, and will get you ibuprofen or tea or whatever you ask him for to help.

will watch whatever comfort movie / show you want with you. he does tease you when cheesy stuff makes you overly emotional and you cry, but only because it's just so cute.

if you're in the shower he usually likes to join you, but if he knows you're on your period, he gives you space. i have a headcanon that he can get a little freaked out by the sight / smell of blood, ESPECIALLY after the incident with the demobats, so that's part of the reason. he definitely has ptsd from it and blood can trigger him.

idk he's still a guy and periods are weird to him, but he's a good boyfriend nonetheless. he does his best and he loves you. what more could you really ask for?

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[timaeusterrored]

(What anniversary?)

(College au stuff bc I miss them so much it hurts)

Kerry didn’t know why he was pouting. He knew this day wasn’t memorable to Johnny like it was him. He knew that this was another Tuesday for Johnny. And yet today is the day that Kerry’s life changed forever.

The bell on the shop door jingled and surprisingly enough, a fairly sober Henry walked in with his hands in his pockets. Kerry sat up a bit but his expression didn’t change. No point in hiding from Henry.

“Hey man, you look like someone ran over your dog.”

“Thanks. The fuck do you want?” Kerry didn’t mean to bite or be bitchy, but he was so done with today and was ready to go and crash on Nancy’s couch for the night.

“Flowers.”

“Fucking really? You came to a florist for flowers?” Kerry asked, sarcasm dripping in his voice as he leaned against the counter. “Somethin’ for Denny? What’d you do this time?”

“For Johnny actually. Got some girl he’s trying to impress.”

Oh.

Was he being fucking serious? Was this a fucking joke?

“Then why are you here? He couldn’t even come in himself?”

“He’s working a double tonight, Mike’s out with the flu and they are down a bartender.” Kerry noticed then that Henry had not made eye contact with him once. Making a point of avoiding him. He shrugged it off though, Henry was a weird guy.

“What kind of flowers is he looking for?”

“He said he knew they wouldn’t have the kind he wanted, so white roses, hyacinths, violets, and lilies.”

Kerry paused, turning to look back at Henry who was looking at the ceiling.

“‘Don’t have what he wants’ who the fuck does he even think he is? Why are those so oddly specific, this a girl he actually wants to apologize too- Are these for Rogue?”

“Something like that.” Henry said from the counter.

“Something like that?” Kerry asked, assembling the bouquet. He wondered what he had to do to get this kind of treatment from Johnny.

“Y’know, it’s none of my fucking business. He can do what he wants.” Kerry huffed, shaking his head. He didn’t care. Why would he?

“Have a great day, Henry.” Kerry muttered, walking to the back to stare at the clock until closing time finally came.

He had to run home first. He needed his guitar and some clothes for Nancy’s since the ones he had at her place needed to be washed. Johnny wouldn’t be home since he was covering for Mike that night. Maybe he was trying to avoid Kerry.

He set his keys on the counter when he noticed something on their coffee table. He raised a brow and stopped on his way to the bedroom.

It was the fucking flowers he assembled earlier. The more he thought, the more he realized the odd things about that situation. Henry had refused to really have a conversation with him, or even look at Kerry. No jokes, no nothing because Henry was awful at lying to him. The cash he paid with was tips Johnny had been collecting.

The flowers were apology flowers. Kerry remembered now from the amount of boyfriends he had met that fucked up and came in to get their girlfriends something. They weren’t all there, but damn was Kerry honestly a bit impressed Johnny remembered such a trivial thing about his job.

Then he remembered another thing. Johnny had come in one day while Kerry had been assembling a ‘please don’t break up with me’ bouquet for some guy that would not shut up. The flowers weren’t exactly the same but Johnny had remembered a few.

Kerry dropped his jacket and sat on the couch, now officially feeling like an ass. All day he had been in a bitchy mood because he thought Johnny had forgotten.

He took the note off the flowers and huffed, and in Johnny’s handwriting it read:

‘We met 17 years ago today. Yes I remembered.

P.S. Get fucking Sampaguita.’

Kerry stared down at the note, tapping his finger on the side of it. He felt a small smile on his face, because this is probably the nicest thing anyone had done for him. His bar was so low it was kind of sad if he was honest with himself.

“Fuckin’ hell.” Kerry rubbed his face, taking the flowers to get them settled where they’d be safe. Henry probably hadn’t anticipated Kerry working that day and that’s why he wasn’t looking at him. Even though he was the one to assemble them, seeing them now was like seeing the most beautiful flowers ever.

Johnny got home around 2:30 am, muttering to himself as he traveled through the dark apartment. Today had been hell and he fucking hated when Mike called out. Not that Aaron and Blake were useless, they were decent at their jobs but Mike being there really helped everyone out considering he was one of the few that actually understood Johnny’s instructions.

He rubbed his eyes and trudged into the bathroom when he heard the faint sound of Kerry playing guitar. He wasn’t necessarily shocked that Kerry was awake, but also what the fuck go to sleep.

He peaked into the bedroom to find Kerry on the floor, smoking and playing with only his laptop illuminating him. Even in such ass lighting, Kerry still found a way to be the prettiest person Johnny had ever seen.

He leaned against the door and waited to be noticed. And when his companion opened his eyes, their eyes immediately locked.

“Heard you were in a bitchy mood today.”

“Fuck you.” Kerry put the joint in an ashtray to talk.

“Didn’t know you worked today.” He really hadn’t, he thought Kerry had classes today. Guess not.

“Yeah it was cute having to assemble my own flowers thinking it was for one of your girlfriends.” Kerry rested his arm over his guitar and gave Johnny a pointed glare.

The two stared for what felt like eternity before Johnny moved first. He figured playing the ‘I forgot’ game wouldn’t be found cute by Kerry. But honestly, how could he ever forget their day like that. It was the only date he really remembered. It was his fucking phone password.

“You wanna shower with me or am I gonna have to shower alone?” Johnny asked, making Kerry sigh.

“Fine. But you’re still a fucking dick.”

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