#gonna go to sleep now. wait for this day to just. end at last lol

[irndad]

hi im back! okey so def can see spencer still wanting to hug and snuggle with you even when fighting or mad at each other. he even gets genuinely ??? confused ??? when you try to sleep on the couch instead of in bed at night. he holds you and either reader or him is like "i know we are snuggling right now but i am still super pissed off at you." lol i can just see it. he may be petty when mad but he wont stop trying to touch you bc its a biological need of his and no argument is more important than needing you 🥺

enjoy this I did it very fast!!!! ily

He knows he’s not easy to be with sometimes. She would never say it, but it’s true. He doesn’t always get the jokes, sometimes pushes things too far and without even knowing it the ground gets pulled out from under him. 

And sleep- Sleep is so complicated. The memory of the first time she slept in his bed is etched into a place he could never erase. Spencer had always had trouble sleeping, either fear or alertness plaguing him into the late hours of the night. He used to lie awake, the kind of exhausted that feels like it’s seeping out of your bones, while constantly facts he’d unwittingly memorized about how sleep deprivation can cause brain damage. 

But then she’d come into his life. All soft words and gentle disposition, and there really is something magic about the way that everything just dissipates when her warm, soft body curves into his own. He’s slept well almost every night since. 

Except today, she isn’t coming to bed. 

It’s his fault, and he knows it. He wasn’t being fair. She hadn’t seen him for two weeks (and he hadn’t slept nearly enough without the weight of her form beside him since the last time he saw her) and she’d said that she wanted to be prioritized more. 

“I haven’t seen you in weeks, Spence!”

His head was killing him. Was it actually possible, for a headache to kill you? Her voice is audibly upset, and it’s alarming how he could be the cause of it. 

“Please,” he had said through labored effort, “Can we talk about this later?” 

“When would you like to talk about it? Because I don’t ever know if you’re leaving-“

“Do you even know what it is that I do?  That it’s not a choice for me to go? I have to do this. I can’t pick and choose and honestly, I don’t want to. If you don’t get that, we’re not doing what I thought we were doing.”

It sounds foreign, his own voice. And it’s after he’s said it that the sick taste reaches his throat because oh, that means the end. Her lovely face is unreadable for a brief moment, before something like grief splays over her expression.

It’s silent for a beat, and Spencer wishes he could swallow the words back up, rewind his life like a battered VHS tape where he’s not so stupid to mess up the one thing that’s ever brought him peace.

“You’re not yourself, Spencer. I’m gonna give you a minute.”

A minute, it turns out, is hours in the living room. She hadn’t left, thank fucking god, but she hadn’t come back. Of course she hadn’t. She wasn’t the one who needed to apologize. 

He’s just so tired. 

He thinks of her so-sweet voice, the curve of cheek- the junction of her neck and shoulder, and how much he would like to have her pressed against him. He pads out into the living room like a nervous puppy, and sees her sleeping on the olive green couch she had picked out. Her hair was splayed across the arm of the sofa, and her head laid on a throw pillow, their fuzziest blanket draped across her form. 

His first thought is how low he’s dropped, that he’s jealous of a blanket. 

His second his that she is not coming to bed. He sits beside her gingerly, and the scent of her body wash lingers in the air. 

“Are you planning on coming to bed?”

“I didn’t think you’d want me to.” He can tell she wants to sound cold, but the truth is much worse; she sounds guarded. 

“I always want you to.” It’s the most honest thing he’s said today, and it’s just not fair, how much he revolves around her. How he has waited 14 days, 13 hours and 34 minutes to hold her again and managed to ruin it within the first 20 minutes of having seen her again. He grabs her hand, soft and pliant against his in a way that almost makes his heart leap. “Please? Come to bed?”

Her gaze softens, the warmth and light that guides him back in her eyes, and he hopes his relief isn’t too visible. It’s then that she drinks him in. It feels too revealing like she can see right through him. His clothes are old. He’d rushed off the jet to see her, and the half moon circles under his eyes only lend to the unimpressive picture of himself. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” she breathes, touching the side of his face. He instantly leans into it, the contact more than he’d be willing to give up to save his dignity. “Come here.”

She wraps her arms around him, and he pulls her into his lap, squeezing her tight to his chest, like she might disappear. 

“I’m still mad at you,” she says, looking at him with such affection it betrays her words.

“That’s okay,” he says into her collarbone, “As long as I still have you.”

#spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x fem!reader #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds fanfic

[cumulo-stratus]

Sneaky Snuggles

Pairing: Spencer Reid x male!reader

Description: y/n is woken up to a surprise of his boyfriend being home- despite the fact that his case was supposed to run at least another day or two.

warnings: fluff, possible swearing

Flufftober day 15: Early morning/morning after

A/N: this is gonna be more similar to a blurb lol but it's a cute idea none the less, also its kinda more based around spencers feelings abt y/n, not actual interaction between spencer and y/n

The twinkling lights of the city in the distance were visible through the windows of Y/n and Spencer's apartment. They had been living together for 6 months now, and were starting to get into a routine- a rhythm of sorts. Y/n did most of the household work, and Spencer did the errands and helped out when he could- except for cooking. Y/n would rather die then let Spencer cook them anything. And because of all the housework y/n took care of for him, he took any chance he got to thank y/n and spend time with him. Just like right now, or I guess last night.

Spencer's leather messenger bag had been dropped unceremoniously on the floor next to the entrance of the apartment, long since forgotten for the warmth and comfort of a shower and a cuddle with his boyfriend. But- again being ever grateful to his boyfriend, Spencer decided to let him get as much sleep as possible- which included trying not to wake him up by the sound of the shower faucet running at 2:30 am in the morning. To remedy this problem Spencer took the time to close both the door of the bathroom, but also the door to their shared bedroom. And as the boiling hot water cascaded over Spencer's naked form, he almost fell asleep right there, standing under the hot water. But he kept himself awake just long enough to get dressed and climb into bed with his lover. He decided that his dental hygiene could wait until morning, when he wouldn't fall asleep standing up. 

The warm covers and his lovers warm embrace after a tough case welcomed him with open arms. Spencer slid under the covers and gently took y/n in his arms, careful not to wake him up from his peaceful slumber. In the moments before sleep welcomed him for the first time in a while, Spencer took the time to admire y/ns peaceful expression. His lips formed a small, chapped smile. Y/ns eyes were always chapped during the winter. And if the snow outside their window was any indication, y/ns lips really needed some chapstick. Spencer admired y/ns eyes- which were moving back and forth rapidly, almost twitching- and Spencer wondered what he was dreaming about. And that was his last thought before his eyes closed and his body sunk into the mattress, content with his life. 

The light streaming into the small bedroom woke y/n from his slumber, and he unconsciously snuggled deeper into his boyfriends chest, hoping for even a tiny bit more warmth on the chilly December morning- though, the poorly insulated walls didn’t help either. When y/n woke up enough to speak, he said “mm, good morning spence.. wait spence-“ y/n didn’t remember falling asleep in his arms the night before, but he wasn’t complaining about waking up in them either. Spencer chuckled at y/n’s delayed response to his appearance, before answering y/n’s question without having him having to ask it, one of the perks of being together so long. 

“i got home around 2:30 last night, and i didn’t want to wake you up so i just slid into bed”

spencers tone was gentle and hushed, his voice still gravelly from waking up only minutes ago. 

“mm, you sneaky snuggler, you weren’t supposed to be home for at least another 2 days…”

Y/n jokingly shouldered him in the chest, and spencer leaned down to reach y/ns lips, and placed a loving kiss on them.

And thats how y/n and spencer started their morning, and they wouldn’t have it any other way. Y/n loved his boyfriend to death and didn’t mind going to sleep in an empty bed every night if he got to wake up in one with him.

The End 

#spencer reid #criminal minds #bau #bau team #cute #fluff #gay #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x male reader #flufftober #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid fic #spencer x reader #flufftober prompts #flufftober 2023 #flufftober day 15

[greenconverses]

Richard saying, "we're going to end up in the same place, it doesn't matter how we get there" pissed me off so much ISN'T "HOW WE GET THERE" THE ENTIRE POINT OF STORIES?! ISN'T THAT WHY THE ENTIRE DAMN BOOK EXISTS?!

So, shocker, I have Thoughts about this post of his. My knee jerk reaction when I saw it last night was an eye roll and an urge to rant, which I kept contained because I'd already ranted and we gotta space that stuff out from time-to-time.

And now that I have had a full night's sleep and I am slightly less cranky, I'm gonna have to go on record and... DEFEND part of his logic, gasp.

For those not in the know, RR wrotes this reply to question on Threads (lol) a few days ago about changes to the plot in the sixth episode that apparently bugged a lot of people:

And like, I'm deeply annoyed about the "it won't change anything" bit because OH MY GOD STORYTELLING which is a whole other thing but I do have something to say about the man's logic and the difference in the show premise vs the books that I think is flying over a lot of people's heads.

The plot of the show is Percy saving Sally and doing a quest along the way. Sally and Percy's relationship is the A plot, the mythology and conflict among the gods is the B plot. Percy knows from 1x02 that his mom is alive and that changes his priorities immediately; we see him start to care about the overall quest and his place in the world in 1x05, but he's still pushing forward because of his mom. You have to add another pearl to pay off that A storyline, to promise audience members that Percy is going to succeed until he doesn't.

Percy in the books has a feeling his mom is alive or that he can get her back from the Underworld, but doesn't know for sure. The quest and the setting up the overall Big Three backstory is the main plot of the books and what we the readers are focused on. I wouldn't even put saving Sally as a B or C plot in the original TLT. Percy doesn't get confirmation that she's alive until they're down in the Underworld and Hades reveals he took her for leverage, so then only having three pearls becomes a brief but important conflict.

This is where we're seeing a lot of the issues with the show's plot come to a head. It's fine to change the priority of the story from returning the bolt to saving Sally, because it delivers the same result in the end anyway, like Rick says. But you have to bulk up other parts of the script in a way to make up for it and the show has not delivered on that part. (See exhibit A: my rant about any lack of mystery with the monsters.)

I think the most egregious change that he says doesn't matter is the trio missing the deadline. In the books, we're told that natural disasters and weird things have been happening since the bolt disappeared as Zeus and Poseidon fought, and stuff was getting worse the closer the deadline came. We are briefly shown this in 1x05 with Ares and in 1x06 with Luke saying things are "bad" at camp, but imo, it doesn't feel super heavy. The consequences of missing the deadline is that gods go to war and bad shit happens! Lots of mortals are gonna die! Doesn't that matter?

The show could've stepped outside of the Percy and Sally storyline for little bit to give more of a perspective about what was happening at camp or the outside world to bring that weight - you're not limited to just Percy's POV storyline in the medium of a TV show! (Of course, we can step outside of it to give a LMM cameo/stinger because priorities but I digress.)

They didn't and I'm not sure how they're going to "solve" Zeus's response to Percy missing the deadline 'cause like... this is the unreasonable king of the gods that Rick has started yet another series based on the premise of him being a petty bitch who wants to ruin Percy's life. Is the guy gonna walk back starting a war? Is he waiting to start because Poseidon asked nicely? What's the consequence to the world going to be? Clearly nothing, since Rick said the story is going to end how it was always going to end, which is just poor storytelling.

#anon #ask box #pjo tv show #pjo tv #pjo tv crit #me then: i'm totally going to be normal about this show i won't get involved in any of the wank because i have done my time in this fandom #me now: AND YOU KNOW WHAT HERE'S ANOTHER THING I HAVE A PROBLEM WITH #anyway i should actually like... do my job now lmao

[toomuchracket]

scary movies (birthday party!matty x reader fluff)

day 3 of promptober75! this is less about scary movies than it is about the two of them musing on romance. but they do watch bones and all! i don't think there are any spoilers, but don't yell at me if there are please lol this isn't proofread. yeah, this is just a cutely weird little fic about some cutely weird people. i hope you enjoy!

"baaaaaaaabe, hurry up. i miss you!"

you can hear the pout in matty's voice, even from the next room of the hotel suite. picking up the bowl of m&ms in one hand and the open bottle of champagne in the other, you pad back into the bedroom. "how can you miss me? you've been with me the whole day."

"i always miss you when i'm not right beside you, no matter how long it's for," matty replies, sitting up on his knees on the bed to carefully take the bowl and bottle from your hands. the way his stomach muscles shift with the movement makes your knees run the risk of shaking. "the night before our wedding is going to be hellish for me. are you sure we can't just stay together? al green it?"

"baby, it's tradition."

"peer pressure from dead people, you mean."

"fine, another reason, then. oh, here's one - absence makes the heart grow fonder. you can't argue with Classical poetry."

"try me, babe."

you sigh. "matty, sweetheart, love and light of my life, sole occupant of my head and heart… it's only for twelve hours of our lives. and we will literally be on the same floor of the same building. it'll be fine!" 

matty quirks a brow.

god, he's stubborn. you inhale deeply before you talk again. "alright. i'll wait until the bridesmaids are asleep and then we can sneak out together for a walk. but i'm not sleeping with you at all - in either sense, actually - regardless of how crippling your separation anxiety is."

"i can work with that, darling. thank you," matty smiles and leans up to kiss you.

before he can, though, you place your index finger on his pretty lips. "not so fast, healy, i have a caveat: i'll only do it if we can share a cig."

matty rolls his eyes, and nudges your finger from his face with a quick head movement. "should've seen that one coming. christ, fine. one cigarette, and that's it. don't want any rattling coughing fits during our vows."

you giggle, leaning down to kiss him; the speed with which his face softens afterwards is comical, almost cartoon-like. "thanks, angel."

"mmm, can't wait to marry you," matty murmurs against your lips. "nor can i wait for you to get into bed with me so i can cuddle you the way i've wanted to all day."

"point taken, baby, just let me…" your face screws up as you reach around to unclasp your bra through your (matty's) t-shirt, before pulling it out from under the soft material and launching it towards the open suitcase in the corner of the room. relief palpable, you climb onto the bed and grin at an enamoured matty, now sitting against the plush headboard and swigging champagne. "freedom at last."

"you know, i'd gladly do that for you, sweetheart," matty smirks, tugging you onto his lap with one arm. "in the name of feminism, and all."

"as much as i commend your attempts to champion the gender, baby, i'll pass," you smile, enjoying the tiny moan that slips from your fiancé's lips as you weave your hands into his hair. "because i know if i let you do that, your hands are gonna end up on my tits, and then we'll never get anything done."

"oi, that's not true," matty frowns (cutely). "we'll get each other done. and i know you enjoy that. as do i, my god."

his lips attach themselves to your neck, making their way down; your insides begin to liquify, but you fight through the slight haze of pleasure and stand your ground. "yeah, i really do enjoy it. but, baby, there's other stuff i enjoy doing with you that i wanna do too, yeah? like… watching this film we agreed we were gonna put on tonight."

matty groans against your skin. "must we?"

"yes. you promised me, matty," you say, as firmly as you can with his lips still attached to your collarbone. "we watched the irishman yesterday because you wanted to, and you said we could do bones and all today. it's only fair."

"a romance film about cannibalism," matty mutters to nobody in particular. "it's foul, that concept."

"well, fair is foul and foul is fair."

"what?"

"macbeth. shakespeare. can't argue with him. anyway," you say, shuffling around so matty can lean back against your chest. "can i put the film on now?"

a deep sigh, one that seems to drag itself up from the depths of matty's soul. "depends."

"on?"

"it depends," matty begins dramatically. "on if you're going to spend the rest of the day thirsting over timothée chalamet or not."

"you know, i seem to like him a lot more in your head than i do in real life."

"really?"

"yeah."

matty hums, appeased. "sick. go on, then, stick it on."

you press a kiss to matty's temple and snake a hand across his torso to hold his own. matty brings it to his lips, and the contact seems to release a swarm of butterflies in your stomach. "thank you, lover."

the beginning of the film passes without much incident; that is, until the first lightly gory scene. you wince a little at the sound of cracking bone, but you're nowhere near as bad as matty, who almost upends the bowl of sweets resting on his lap and vigorously shakes his head as if it'll erase the memory from his brain. 

once it passes, he reaches for the champagne on the bedside table and takes a long drink, before passing the bottle to you. "maybe you'd better hang onto that, darling."

"alright, baby."

despite both of your respective silences,  and although you can't see matty's face, you can picture the disgust colouring his features from the way his head tilts against you as the film progresses. he doesn't speak until the film's main villain is introduced, reaching back for the champagne with a "creepy fucker, that one"; this sentiment is built upon at the shot of a james joyce book in said fucker's residence. "oh, christ, he really is suspicious."

despite your own discomfort towards the happenings on-screen, you grin at matty's assessment. "i mean, yeah, baby. but i think the lurking and creeping kinda gave that away already."

"well, obviously. but that book's an extra layer of him being an absolute wrong'un."

you giggle, wrapping your other arm around matty and resting your head on his shoulder. with a happy little huff of air through his nose, matty turns slightly to kiss your cheek; the two of you stay like that, cosied up in a tableau of casual domestic intimacy. it's sweet, for a while, and comfortable - matty even rips the piss out of you at a particular scene involving timothée chalamet and a cornfield, touting it as "your dream movie death, babe". 

(he's lowkey not wrong.)

the sweet moment breaks somewhat, though, as the film progresses and matty gets increasingly more grossed out. with every drop of blood spilled, every jumpscare, every mere mention of the "eating" driving the plot, the muscles in his limbs loosen and contract back into tension, soundtracked by a chorus of gasps, gulps, groans of disgust, and the odd "oh for fuck's sake" when things get really horrid. in spite of your own discomfort at some of the gore, you can't resist fucking with your fiancé a little bit; amidst a silently fraught moment for maren, the protagonist, you lean right next to an unsuspecting matty's ear and crunch a handful of m&m's in your mouth. he practically hits the ceiling in fright, and pinches your thigh with a "not fucking funny". but he doesn't let go of you at all, however grumpy you make him, holding you like a lifeline throughout. in fact, by the time the credits start rolling, matty's fully squished his face into your ribs to get away from the gore on screen, thumbs rubbing your thighs so quickly to try and calm his noticeably thumping heart that you fear he might accidentally set your skin ablaze. 

despite his terror, though, you have to hold back a laugh. "matty, sweetheart," you say, trying with all your might to keep your voice steady. "were you scared of that movie?"

"no, just unnerved by it," comes the clearly- untrue reply, muffled by your cotton-mix-clad chest. "like, they were just constantly eating raw? really? mingin'."

you can't hold back a derisive cackle now, though. "you're freaked out at people eating raw meat? you fucking hypocrite!"

"i wasn't eating people, was i?" matty protests.

"i don't know, i think you ate with it at finsbury."

matty scoffs, but you feel him smile against you. "you're a right weirdo, sometimes, you know that?"

"and you're a scaredy-cat, you know that? honestly. can't even handle a bit of cannibalism in a movie. pussy."

your fiancé pulls back from your chest to look at you, and you regret your words immediately as soon as you see the shit-eating grin on his face. "well, you are what you eat."

an immediate facepalm. "i can't stand you."

"that ring on your left hand suggests otherwise, darling," matty kisses said ring, then presses little pecks up your finger to the tip. "and look at that - you can be romantic and kiss fingers without wanting to munch on them. this film is nonsensical. i mean, i get it's some metaphorical thing about loving people for who they truly are, but jesus, the cannibalism isn't half disgusting."

"hmmm, i don't know," you muse, twirling matty's curls around your fingers. "i think there's something romantic about it. the ending with maren and lee, at least."

matty peels your fingers out of his hair and moves to face you, his beautiful face contorted into the most bewildered expression you think you've ever seen. "are you on something right now?"

"i'm serious! it's romantic, if ill-advised. and messy."

"sweetheart," matty shuts his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. "politely - what the fuck are you on about?"

you smile. "well, it's all about desire, and lust, yeah?"

"yeah, i get that, but…"

"so, it's just needing somebody so much that you, well, you consume them in their entirety. and also, like," you continue, pushing your slipping glasses back up your nose. "there's an element of closeness to it, too. how much more intimate can you get than having your lover being broken down in your digestive system, literally fuelling you the way their love does so emotionally? oh, and devotion! giving yourself up to your lover like that to sustain them? you're together forever. yeah, it's disgusting, but you can't deny there's a romance to it, matty, you really can't."

he looks like he wants to, though. "but it's so violent."

you roll your eyes. "says the man who wrote a song about the idea of cracking his girlfriend's skull open, just so he could know exactly what she was thinking. and i thought that was sweet, and romantic."

matty opens his mouth as if to disagree, then closes it and shrugs. "actually, you've got a point, darling," he smiles almost shyly, tracing patterns in the bare skin of your shin. "i wrote that about you, you know."

"you did? aww, baby," you coo, pulling your fiancé's face towards you so you can kiss all over it. "i had no idea!"

"oh, come on, babe, who the fuck else would it have been about?" matty scoffs. "used to daydream about being so intimate with you like this, just hearing you think out loud, as unedited as you'll ever get."

you smirk. "bet you didn't think the thoughts would be about the inherent romance of cannibalism, huh?"

matty laughs, leaning in to kiss you slowly, deeply, passionately. "no, but it doesn't matter. i love you regardless."

"i love you too. and i promise i won't try to eat you, baby."

"nor will i take a heavy object to your skull, sweetheart. however," matty smirks, shuffling down the bed to rest his head in the gap between your legs. "i would quite like to eat you in a slightly different sense, if you'll allow."

"oh, go on then."

#mads does writing #mads muses #into the birthday partyverse #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fic #matty healy fanfic #matty x reader #matty healy x reader #matty healy fluff #promptober75

[kanmom51]

JK 17 July 2023 (NY time)

JK has a pretty busy day today.

First not getting too much sleep last night, cause you know, his bf had a 1:50 pm flight out of NY back to SK (and will be landing there in a few hours). - He told us so much in his live (read on).

Those who get it get it.

JK SiriusXM Studios NY

Elvis Duran morning show

He looks so good.

Minimum makeup.

Just happy.

Did someone say afterglow?

I know ya'll did.

And if you didn't say it out loud well, you sure thought about it.

The Elvis Duran appearance will be airing on Wednesday 19 July 7pm- 11 pm KST.

So will we have JK performing on the show as well?

Then JK went, or more so was supposed to go on Stationhead radio.

I'm gutted that I missed it.

I'm going to try and find more links for this but 😭😭😭

Didn't get too far, cause JK being JK, the server crashed, lol.

And it didn't end there, now did it?

We got JK going live. Well, that was already on the 18th of July...

I guess it's something we should have expected, you know, JM leaving and all...

I will obviously write a post about JK's live, just patiently waiting for translation. Until then, you did notice that not only did the two wear the same brand shirts on the same day (JK wore this brand also for his Spotify videos)...

but they also wore the distressed jeans today.

Anyway, I hope JK gets a good night's sleep, something they probably didn't get much of in the past few days.

Get your heads out of the gutter. It's the excitement. Jeez.

Not gonna elaborate what kind of excitement though...

JK's off to London next. Although we don't know exactly what for, I'm guessing another live performance, perhaps on BBC Radio 1?

And JM, well, he'll be back in Seoul shortly. All cute in his Maison Mihara Yasuhiro top and distressed jeans. Kind of wondering the choice of long sleeve top and beanie in the NY heat, all while the past few days we've been seeing him in shorts and T-shirts.

In any case, love them, can't wait to see what this NY trip and their CT excursion might have install for us all.

#Jungkook #JK #JK Seven #Jikook #Kookmin #Minkook #Jimin #JM

[lunerna21]

***I meant to do a post for Chapter 1 of Book 7 earlier but it’s been super chaotic with the holidays 😭***

***Slightly longer post but I just want to get my feelings out lol***

BUT I do wanna vent about specific parts of this chapter cause I’m constantly on edge waiting for the release of Chapter 2 (even though I’ll be crying and hyperventilating throughout the next chapter)

First of all, let me start off with how much I love seeing Sebek have a bitch fit from us calling Malleus Tsunotaro

Like dude basically had an aneurysm and tantrum over it and I fucking love his reaction 😭

(Also totally not loving the attention from Malleus in the very beginning of the chapter 🙈)

Being such a huge fan of Sleeping Beauty I’m thriving on the focus of it for this Book and I can’t wait to see where it takes us ❤️

BUT BUT There were two parts that had me almost to the point of losing my goddamn mind

1. The idea that we could be leaving Ace, Deuce and Grim

When Deuce and Grim started reminiscing and getting upset about us leaving and Grim being alone again

JUST THE ABSOLUTE HEARTBREAK I FELT IN THIS SCENE WAS AWFUL LIKE TWST WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME

CAN WE GIVE OURSELVES A BREAK WE KEEPING GOING THROUGH SO MUCH SHIT TOGETHER

BUT THEN ACE'S REACTION IS SENDING ME TO THE HEAVENS

I'M SO CONFUSED AT ACE'S REACTION LIKE CMON TELL ME HOW YOU ACTUALLY FEEL

Throughout the whole series we've always seen Ace consoling us and keeping his positive outlook, and I'm DYING to see how he reacts to us leaving when we have a guaranteed way home

I feel like once he know's our time is coming to an end, Ace is gonna be inconsolable and just completely break down and beg us to not leave

AND I WILL NOT BE OKAY

IF I SEE ALL THREE OF THEM CRYING ABOUT US LEAVING OR THE OTHER STUDENTS IM GONNA BE IN THERAPY FOR WEEKS

I wish we got to see him more vulnerable but I feel like Yana is just cooking something up to DEVASTATE the fandom

AND THE ACEYUU LOVER THAT I AM IM HOPING WE GET SOME DEVELOPMENT CAUSE THIS LITTLE SHIT IS SO GOOD AT MASKING HIS FEELINGS AND EMOTIONS

LIKE CMON ACE TRAPPOLA LET ME KNOW HOW YOU FEEL

2. Malleus speaking about this past

LET ME TELL YOU MALLEUS DRACONIA NEEDS SO MUCH GODDAMN LOVE

THE AMOUNT OF TIME MALLEUS WAS ALONE AND HE WAS USED TO IT IS ABSOLUTELY AWFUL

(Also screw that last option like why would I ever pick that after what he told us)

Just the fact as he was telling his story and we pointed it out and he was just like "Oh, I guess I was" and acknowledged it

Does everyone need to be so traumatized by their past in this game like goddamn the whole goddamn school needs a therapist

Just reminiscing on his reactions to spending time with us in the main story and side stories, and how much he enjoyed being included just makes the past events more special with him 😭

....And his reaction afterward we told him we'd found a way home...

WE'RE JUST ADDING ON MORE TO HIS LONELINESS AND I HATE IT CAN'T WE GIVE MALLEUS LOVE AND A BREAK

AND THEN THE WAY IT ENDED JUST SENDS ME INTO OVERDRIVE EVERY GODDAMN TIME

.....Malleus facing the horrible reality that everyone is slowly fading from his life and he has no way to prevent this is just....

When I tell you I'm going to be in therapy after Chapter 2, I will be so inconsolable that I will be in shambles for a while

I'm glad I'm also caught up to the Chapter 6 on the JPN server, but having to now relive everything in the EN server I will not be okay

Now I will sit in and cry impatiently as I wait for a date for the newest Chapter (ALSO MANIFESTING MORE CHAPTERS NEXT MONTH FOR BOTH SERVERS EVEN THOUGH IT HURTS)

Enjoying the rest of your day~~!! *walks off in tears*

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #malleus draconia #ace trappola #deuce spade #twst book 7 #twst book 7 spoilers #WHAT MORE CAN I SAY #IM ALL OVER THE PLACE

[mordaciousmurderer]

Home Safe and Sound Pt. 2 (Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!reader)

A/N: Hey guys it’s been a minute… Not to sound like an Ao3 author but i’ve had so much shit going on it’s actually insane. my fuckin grandma died bro. crazy shit. ANYWAYS i know this isn’t my best work, but i’m gonna start writing more again. i’ve missed it. as always asks are open.

part 1 in case you missed it

cw: fem!reader, simon is shy and doesn’t know how to talk to girls, you just want coffee bro, yeah.

You: Home safe and sound. Thank you again Simon :)

You set your phone down and snuggled up beneath the soft blankets. Your bed had been a safe haven for as long as you could remember. Sinking into the warmth of your cozy bed feels like a soothing embrace. As you pull the covers snugly around you, the sense of security washes over, providing solace and tranquility in the sanctuary of your bed. The darkness outside becomes a distant backdrop, and the familiar comforts of your sleeping haven offer respite from the haunting shadows of the night.

You awake the next morning, your first thoughts are of the masked man who came to your aid. You can’t help but grab your phone before you even think about standing up. The text message you sent last night now had a note that said ‘read: 4:32 am’. He didn’t respond. Something in you felt the need to repay him. You began typing again:

You: mornin… i wanted to say thank you again. I owe you some coffee.

You pressed send and decided to begin your day as you waited for a response. If he was the type to leave you on read, he was most definitely the type to take forever to respond.

Ding

You paused, no way he already replied. Your phone screen reflected what your mind doubted. You sat down on your couch, staring at the words he sent.

Simon: No need to thank me. Not one for owing favors.

The response was dry. So dry you considered even responding. A small swell of embarrassment rose up in your throat but you ignored it as another message came through.

Simon: Goodmorning to you too.

You blinked confusedly. What type of a follow up was that?

You: don’t think of it as a favor, think of it as i wanna see you again.

Behind his screen, on the other end stood Simon, ever so slightly bewildered yet simultaneously intrigued by you. Despite being in the middle of some training, he stood next to a punching bag, eyes glued to his phone. He didn’t know how to respond, perplexed by the prospect of you actually WANTING to see him. He ended up responding two minutes after reading it, dedicating that time to constructing a response.

Simon: I have a crazy schedule. At work a lot.

You: i can work around it

Simon: I go out of town a lot. No contact for an indefinite period of time.

You: what job calls for that? did you get all the way thru the interview before they dropped their hours? lol

Simon: Army

You: better not be giving any intel away, esp to a girl you just met

Simon: I would never.

You: i still want that coffee. you got time to go to the bar but not for a quick coffee?

Simon: I have a very strict routine when I’m home.

You finally sigh in defeat. He wasn’t interested. Something about him was so alluring.

You: ok ok i get the hint

Simon stares at that message, slightly disappointed in himself. He didn’t know what to say to you.

You: but if you ever wanna break that routine, you have my number

He can almost hear his pulse in his head, his internal dialogue running between saying yes or no.

Simon: Fine. Ivy Café in an hour. Don’t be late.

As soon as he saw the message delivered, he dropped his phone onto the mat beneath him and began beating the ever loving shit out of his punching bag. In disbelief that he agreed to this little outing.

Back in your apartment, you felt yourself grin so wide it almost hurt. Unable to contain your excitement, you launch yourself off the couch and retreat to your bedroom to get ready.

asks

#call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #cod #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #mw2 #modern warfare ii #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x reader

[helpallthenamesaretakenblog]

EP 4 was just mostly talking and conversations, but there was so much depth THAT I MUST TALK ABOUT IT.

I could literally feel the anguish exuding out of Sally trying to teach Percy to swim

Ngl i was a lil skeptical about azrien’s acting but hearing that scream changed everything

“Hey, you still sleeping?” “Yes” she’s so relatable i love it

i thought we were going to wait until the zebra truck scene for the trauma bonding but we got some of it now which is cool and also makes me wonder whether they’re going to take it to a whole level in the zebra truck scene

I kinda like how annabeth knows so much about grover their dynamic in the show is just so chef’s kiss

I dont know if the whole “thalia made me earn it” thing is canon but its an interesting spin on their dynamic

Grover is such a mood pls shoutout to grover (this episode focused a lil more on percy and annabeth’s dynamic)

Its interesting how they changed frederick chase in the show. In the book frederick never wanted annabeth but in the show frederick loved annabeth. It makes more sense now that percy asks her to go back especially in the books, that was very controversial to have annabeth seem like she was overexaggerating about what she went through with them

i was waiting for them to introduce the searcher pan stuff i almost thought they’d erased it, thankfully they brought it up

ANNABETH’S FACE WHEN THE COP CALLED HER A “LITTLE GIRL” LEAH YOU’RE A ROCKSTAR

Medusa>>>>echidna in the show IM SORRY ECHIDNA WOULDN’T STOP TALKING

The architect in annabeth is coming out i hope she explicitly talks about it later on

I don’t think the writers knew what to do with grover when percy and annabeth were talking so they just made annabeth a little unnecessarily rude for some reason?? At least its better than the movies, where annabeth and grover just WALK AWAY from hermes and percy

i didnt expect the random posh voice it threw me off but it was so funny

OK but can someone help me with this? Percy in this scene says “i have a gift” to annabeth? Could someone pls explain? What gift?

Last episode i was cringing at the screen at percy for the “can’t we just call your mom?” This episode i was cringing at the screen for annabeth’s “you wanna say hi to your dad :))))” these kids have no sense of touchy subjects do they

you’ve done so much more to me in the past few days than poseidon has done in my whole life. If i have to stick with somebody, i—“ “be careful, you were about to call me a friend” THIS DIALOGUE IS SO PRECIOUS ITS WORTH A BILLION DOLLARS

Im suspicious about the percabething this series is doing so far, i feel like its too early, its giving me a feeling that there’s going to be some big angst thats going to happen later on to break the world

When Percy fell, i was genuinely thinking he was going to give annabeth a hug lol (“wow annabeth no you are my friend!!” Something like that)

alexa play jump and fall by ts

I love that they’re expanding the consequences that came with sending medusa’s head to olympus, and how it negatively impacted annabeth, which will probably turn angsty later on

Also, percy looks half dead

The plan to push annabeth into the stairs was executed so smoothly wow

i like they are exploring the very concerning side of percy too, the part of him thats like “im the useless one im ready to die no probs” ALSO THALIA PARALLELS THEY’RE DEF GONNA TOUCH ON THAT NEXT EPISODE

i like how the water grabbed percy like a little tunnel

Its so funny how the nereid says poseidon’s name and percy just starts struggling more like “HELL NO”

THE PARALLELS OF THE START OF THE EPISODE OF PERCY TELLING SALLY TO BREATHE AND THE END OF THE EPISODE OF NEREID TELLING PERCY TO BREATHE

What the heck is that throne thing? Why is percy turning golden? What is happening? HUGGGGGG!! (Too early, as i said), oh look ares—OMG ITS ARES!!

#Rip pink poodle hopefully u come later on #percabeth #percy jackson #pjo fandom #annabeth chase #rick riordan #heroes of olympus #pjo #pjo tv series #pjo tv show #percy jackon and the olympians #percy x annabeth #annabeth percy jackson #percy and annabeth #percy series #percy pjo #annabeth #riordanverse #grover underwood #walker scobell #leah sava jeffries #aryan simhadri #tag for me to see later on

[notrebs]

haikyu boys when you fall asleep on them

characters included: kageyama, atsumu, hinata, tanaka, sakusa

(established relationship!)

kageyama tobio:

ok he’d definitely be sosososo obsessed with making sure you get a good sleep

see you play a sport (if you don’t, pretend you do cause it’s cute), and you got tired after training

he came to find you at the gymnasium cause he wanted to go for dinner together

but you were practising late

and he found your commitment and passion to your sport endearing (cause he relates ya know??)

so he decided to join you in practice

even if that sport isn’t volleyball, i’m 100% sure he would learn the rules and about the sport in general just so he can talk about it with you

so he helps you in practice

(if it’s not volleyball) it’s cute even if he sucks ass at it cause you’re laughing together

but if it is volleyball you just find it hot how good he is

anyway i digress

so y’all are panting and done with training, ready to go for a fulfilling meal

and you do! you eat your fill.

then get lazy to walk home and get a taxi to drop you at one of your places (the other stays over!)

andddd in the taxi, you yawn a few times, then rest your head on his shoulder

he puts his arm around your waist and rests his head on your head

tobio knows you’re tired cause of your training that day, so he doesn’t disturb you and let’s you rest

and a while later, the taxi arrives at the destination

he’s tired from HIS training too, so as he sees the taxi coming to the end of the last stretch of road, he sighs out in relief, “finally, we can bathe and sleep.”

only to be met with silence

he turns to you, only to see your eyelids closed, chest rising and falling steadily

a slight smile tugs at the corners of his lips

yeah, he loves you a lot

BUT there’s now a difficulty

how was he going to wake you up to get out of the taxi…

like, you’re so tired and he doesn’t wanna disturb you cause he loves you so much but like you’re kinda at your house and you kinda needa get out of the taxi??

just as he’s pondering, the driver pulls over and stops the meter, telling tobio the price of the ride

like the sweetheart he is, he pulls out his wallet and pays for y’all, with no thoughts to ask you to pay half the bill

as he hands the cash to the driver, careful not to move his shoulder too much, he glances at your restful figure

and he makes a split second decision

so, he swings both yours and his bag over one shoulder each

and then he has one arm under your knee, the other supporting your back

he then shimmies his way out of the taxi, standing up with minimal jerking of his body to make sure you don’t wake up

he opens the house door with great difficulty, but he manages

your gym bags get chucked to one side, and he forgets about the shower he was gonna have

he sits on the couch, resting your head on a pillow on his lap

the rationale for this, because i’m pretty sure he’s thought of it:

he doesn’t wanna let you sleep on the bed while in your dirty clothes, because ew??

but like he can’t shower you while you sleep because 1. that’s weird 2. you’ll wake up

so he opts for this

and it’s not too bad because he has a great view of your face that he loves so much

and you two may very well spend the night like that

when you wake up, you both stink, but you’re just touched that he slept sitting up on the couch making sure not to move his legs just so you could get a good rest

ps he secretly loves having you sleep on him i GUARANTEE it because he’s such a physical touch kinda guy hehehhahahha

miya atsumu:

alright we already know he has a shit ton of fan girls right

imagine how jealous they all are when they see you sleeping on him LOL

you’re both waiting for your respective practice to start

you’re just scrolling through your phones, enjoying each others company

it’s been a long day, classes are tiring

and who doesn’t wanna have max energy for practice?

so, you begin to doze off while sitting on miya atsumu’s solid ass thighs….

he notices you’re asleep when you don’t respond to him when he shows you a tiktok he found funny

and his fan girls who are there to watch his training just to obsess over him see you on his lap

and they freak out (out of jealousy ofc)

“miya-san, why’s she sleeping on you?” “cause she’s my girlfriend, ya pig.”

“miya-san, shouldn’t you be going to practice? why have her on your lap?” “practice ain’t for another ten minutes. and why cant i have her on my lap?”

“all of ya go away. your squealin’ and badggerin’ ‘s gonna wake my girlfriend up.”

and when he manages to shoo them away, kita comes and says that practice is gonna start soon

“few more minutes”, atsumu says

the rest of the team starts streaming in, and when it’s right on the dot starting time of practice, he goes, “i love volleyball and all, but look at her. don’t wanna wake her up.”

osamu smacks him, telling him he has to do tough things sometimes

and then comes voice of reason, captain kita

“anyway, isn’t her practice gonna start now too?”

atsumu’s eyes go wide, remembering you had a friendly match today and it’s probably time for warm ups to be in session

so there’s no easy way to do it. he shakes you awake, and in the most urgent tone he could muster in the comical moment, he tells you it’s training time

when you realise, you kiss his cheek, and scramble off his lap, sprinting to your gymnasium

osamu smacks his brother the moment he’s up off the floor

“never thought my brother would be one lovesick sucker, eh ‘tsumu?”

and his brother is right, so for once, atsumu is left without a retort

the team is laughing at him, and suna is ofc recording this moment

hinata shoyo:

OKAY picture this

it’s class time, class is boring.

you’re tired, you’re dating him, your seat mate

so you lay your head on his shoulder

the original plan wasn’t to sleep, it just happened since his shoulder wasn’t too high for your head to reach (sorry lol but #shortking)

with the droning of your teacher as white noise, it actually made for quite a decent sleeping environment

hinata soon realised you had been on his shoulder for quite a while, and when he notices your steady breathing (the kinda breathing that people only do when they’re asleep yk what i mean??), he realises you’re asleep

and instead of what some studious guys would do, he goes, “sleeping in class what a great idea”

but before he does the same, he notices a few goosebumps had appeared on your arms

so he takes his jacket off, putting it over you and tucking it over your shoulders

and then rests his head on yours, both of you dozing right off

neither of you so much as batted an eyelid when the school bell rang at the end of lessons

just two kids in adjacent seats in front of an empty worksheet that should have been filled

an end only came to that moment when it was time for practice

it was like he had a sixth sense for when it was time for practice

like he just woke up, checked the clock, realised he had to go, but panicked when he realised he didn’t want you to lose your comfortable head rest

he gently poked your head, and said, “hey, i needa go for practice. keep my jacket, but wake up and go for your practice too! i know it starts in half an hour so rest here first!”

then, he sets an alarm on your phone to make sure you wake up on time

one last kiss on the temple and he’s off

he texts you telling you you fell asleep on him in class and you can keep his jacket first and that he set the alarm for you just in case you’re too disoriented to make sense of why you’re slumped over in your chair sleeping while hugging his jacket when you wake up

he’s just very sweet to you

like he wants to make sure you can wake up on time but wants you to be comfy while you can rest…. yk

#haikyu #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #jokes #kageyama imagines #kageyama x you #kageyama x reader #kageyama scenarios #haikyu scenarios #hinata x reader #hq hinata #hq atsumu #hq headcanons #headcanons #kageyama headcanons #hinata headcanons #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama tobio #miya atsumu #miya x reader #miya atsumu x you #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu imagines #atsumu x reader #atsumu scenarios #hq scenarios #fluff #hq fluff #kageyama fluff #atsumu fluff

[rubyrube0fficial]

•°Story Time°• (Part 2)

*Rody is in he's apartment after he's shift trying to call Vincent*

*Vincent picks up the call*

Rody: Hello? Vincent? Are you still awake?

Vincent: I'm awake Rody.....just waiting for you as usual.

Rody: Oh- well...I'm gonna be on my way now- Bye-

*Rody Quickly started getting on he's way to Vincent's apartment*

(5 mins later)

Rody: *Gets on he's front door and starts to knock*

Vincent: *Answers the door*

Rody: here I am-

Vincent: you don't have to be too excited, just come in.

Rody: oh yeah- Right, srry-

*Rody comes in*

Rody: So what can I do for you to gimme a Raise???

Vincent: ...Nothing much but can we get sleep first? I feel a bit tired. (Lol- he's lying)

Rody: *is a bit confused* uhhhh sure?

*Goes in Vince's bed room*

Vincent: *locks the door*

Rody: uhhh Is this a sleep over or something???

Vincent: Hm..? You thought this was a sleep over?

*Vincent gets closer to he's face*

*Rody gets a bit Flustered and blushes a lil*

Rody: Vincent, w-what are you d-doing?-

Vincent: *Grabs he's collar and kisses him*

Rody: !!! *Starts to blush a lil*

Vincent: *let's go of Rody's collar* ok, I didn't mean that i-

Rody: ...

Vincent: .....

Rody: *Kisses him back*

Vincent: !!!

- The next day -

*Rody comes in the kitchen*

Rody: ah..My legs hurts a bit...

Vincent: *Looks at Rody for a Second and looks away*

Rody: VINCENT, DID YOU SERIOUSLY HAD TO DO THAT TO ME LAST NIGHT?! I CAN BARELY WALK! >:'

*Vincent's face feels a bit heat up and the chefs are whispering to each other saying "Did they make out?!?!?!???!!*

(The end)

#dead plate #rody lamoree #rody l #rody x vincent #vincent charbonneau #dead plate vincent #dead plate rody #rodent

[errihaienx]

Hola! can you plz do an atsumu fluff? if u're freeee tysm in advance. have a nice day <3<3<3

i had fun writing this and i'm sorry it kinda turned into a suggestive one , but i think this is fluff! i swear ?? lol i'm sorryyyy (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ

quick disclaimer: these scenarios don't affect the original plot of the series. any information or events that contradict the original plot are purely fictional. (i do not own any of the characters) + Suggestive themes at the end (I did not proofread this , please read the a/n at the end!)

post-timeskip : ATSUMU X Reader situation: Atsumu demands for a kiss that leads to something..

ATSUMU is a loud and clingy boyfriend. Currently whining about you not giving him a kiss before his training, he keeps on bugging you.

"Can you get your hands off me even for a bit 'tsumu! i'm doing the dishes!" you hissed, ignoring you he clung to you more.

he kissed your neck and whined again

"ya are such a meannie! all ya do is to nag me, don't ya even love me anymore?"

annoyed, you faced him and he gave you this sheepish smile. you sighed and wiped your hands on his shirt, expecting to earn a protest. he then held your hand helping you to fully dry your hands with his already wet clothes.

"You're extra clingy now 'tsumu…" you mumbled

thinking that maybe he did something wrong and that is why he's acting like this

"I'm always like this baby, what are ya talking about hmmm"

you gave him a quick peck before facing the chores you delayed because of him.

"Not facing me again, i did not have my kiss earlier today and ya are ignoring me again! am I gonna die?! What did I do?!?" Atsumu dramatically stated.

you rolled your eyes though he couldn't see you can't help but to smile, you've been together for years now and he never changed. Atsumu always tries his best to treat you what you deserve.

"Babeeeeeee are ya seriously ignoring me? what did I do?!?! Is it because I forgot to shower last night before I cuddle ya up? come on, I still smell good!" Atsumu wailed

actually the reason why you're not giving him the hundred percent of your attention is simply just because you're washing the dishes but your dramatic and overreacting boyfriend made it like it's a big deal.

but since he opened up the topic about him not showering before clinging to you a night ago, you decided to use that as an excuse.

"yeah, shower now and I'll give you what you want" you simply replied.

while wiping your hand, you looked at him and saw him with his eyebrows furrowed and irritated. You raised an eyebrow warning him, and the defeated atsumu rushed to shower.

Atsumu often shower for fifteen minutes, but your tired eyes couldn't seem to wait for him and dozed off.

minutes later he finished and he ended up seeing you prettily 'sleeping'

"I'm done babe, ya can now stop the act and gimme my hugs"

his sudden talking made your senses awake but you ignored him. trying to chase the rest you've been waiting for.

"I did not have my kiss this morning and you claimed that you're just asleep so I let it slide. will you also use that excuse again huh?" Atsumu, with his serious voice made your system go wild

yes there's no doubt that atsumu is playful and a goofball but what you don't understand is he can change his demeanor very quick, sometimes it scares you but it is actually….kind of sexy..

lost in your thoughts you haven't uttered a single word, which made you nervous. something's gonna happen, for sure.

"I see, so that's how it is… lemme have you by crook then.."

shocked, you faced him as fast as you can but he's now looking at you with his hypnotizing brown orbs intently. you couldn't see his sparkling full of love eyes, at this very moment his eyes reflects desire.

"I'm t-trying to-"

You didn't have the chance to finish your sentence as his large physique towers you.

This is a draft, but I decided to post it now because I'm working on something that takes a lot of time to do and I still want to post an update for you guys! This was sitting on my drafts for days now, and actually I'm not really satisfied with this work so I was hesitant to post this. The next update will be about HQ Captains again. And hopefully after that I already finished what I'm currently writing now, please bare with me!

#atsumu x reader #atsumu x you #atsumu fluff #atsumu imagines #atsumu scenarios #atsumu miya #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #miya atsumu #atsumu #haikyuu hcs #atsumu hcs #atsumu headcanons

[yaostars]

GOJO SATORU ✩

note: this is angst (sorry), she/her prns, fem reader, lowercase a/n: bye i js watched all of jjk for the 2nd time since season 2 came out n i felt like rewatching the first season but gosh i felt like ruining everyones day by writing this after reading the Shibuya arc a month ago. anywho hope u like it and i hope i ruined ur day bc i ruined mine by writing this at 1 in the morning summary: you and gojo had an argument over your mental health and after it gojo needed a few days of getting himself back together but during those days you were caught up in a mission... (cliffhanger LOL)

it had been a few days after the small fight gojo and you had after him worrying over your health. he saw the lack of sleep, eating and mainly yourself lack anything at that point. he was sick worried and wasn't sure on what to do with himself but confront. you on the other hand didn't even realise this was happening to yourself to the point you snapped at him. in conclusion he had told you he needed a bit of space for a few days just to collect himself again. you fully agreed well more like a small nod and head down not watching him leave.

over the past day you had received a mission which you gave full awareness that you were going to do it just so the fight could be out of your mind. only if you knew what the after math would be.

slowly making your way there you felt the presence of quite a curse. you were obviously not in the right state to fight but kept going. unconsciously doing this you didnt even realise the curse had landed a blow before exorcising it. softly puffing out cold air trying to catch your breath obviously now understanding your boyfriends point on how your health was no longer good.

taking a small step before collapsing on the ground not even realising you had managed to have a massive hole in your stomach. groaning at the sudden feeling of your intestines moving around. it was survival mode at this point but all you felt was cold and in a state of shock still.

shakily grabbing out your phone seeing you and gojo on the front making small tears form knowing at this point you weren't going to make it. quickly typing in the password and getting to gojos contact. you pressed the call button waiting for him to pick up but all you were left was a voicemail. trying heaps of times to call him back until coughing small bits of blood up realising you were still going on voicemail. sighing before saying possibly your last words ever.

"heyyy this is gojo satoru cant get to the phone right now please leave a message BEEP" is all you could hear until clearing your throat.

"hey toru uhm idk when you're going to listen to this but im sorry for not listening but.. ive messed up and i need help but uhh please get back to me soon as possible .. i love you" you ended it slightly cussing at yourself knowing he wont get back.

you laid on the grass which you couldn't feel anymore neither your body. sighing softly before tears fell knowing no one is gonna come to find you. you started to see black making you smile for the last time.

gojo had been busy for the last few days with his students completely forgetting about the problem he had with you. he opened your contact seeing a voicemail at least a few days ago. he was hoping it had been an apology or please come back to me i miss you. he tapped on the button and the first thing he heard was your cough. slightly worried until he heard the next few words. he stood there frozen and unable to move before calling Ijichi on where you last were franticly. he had told gojo that you went on a mission a few days ago and he was also slightly worried due to no contact. he had given gojo where he had dropped her off making him scurry and practically run to the place.

after a long jog gojo had made it to the place seeing it was tourist sighting but not many people were there either. gojo was freaking out looking everywhere until seeing a familiar patch of (h/c) in the corner of his eye. he stopped and retraced his steps before seeing it again. he hoped you were okay and not dead silently praying before taking a long step over the bush seeing you. he was frozen hoping all of this was a fever dream and that he would wake up in your arms again but no you were there with a little smile adorned on your face peacefully laying. looking away with a shaky breath making his way over to you and crouching down moving a few strands of hair away from your eyes. he was upset at himself and knew it was his fault. tears fell but he didnt know that at all thinking it was just raining.

he softly grabbed you in bridal style on his lap hugging you hoping you were just sleeping forgetting that there was a hole in your stomach and no heartbeat at all. cradling your head he softly swayed you in silence while all he could hear was the trees rustling and small birds talk to each other.

he sat there hours waiting for you for any sign but at the end of the day you were gone like dust in the wind.

#x reader #xreader #angst #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jujustu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader

[phoebepheebsphibs]

I will never actually write this because it was too sad (even for me and my angsty skills...)

A while ago, I came up with the idea to write a really sad fic about the turtles. Duh.

A goal with all my fics is to have a moment where I make the audience cry, or at the very least get emotional. And this was no exception. It’s a personal challenge for me, to see if I can get my audience truly invested. But, I also need my fics to have a PURPOSE. So, if I was gonna write a sad and angsty fic, I needed a way to bring it to a moral or happy ending, to show a reason why the characters went through what they did, rather than just have a story for story's sake. So, I went about coming up with a synopsis for a story that showed how to deal with grief and guilt and hopelessness. But after several months of writing and ideas, I realized that it simply wasn't working out. The story wasn't just sad or angsty, it was utterly depressing. The message of hope even after death wasn't pulling through... and in addition, I got worried that the massive amounts of despair in the story were going to be detrimental to my mental health, if not also for the readers. Thusly, I scrapped the plot.

So fair warning, the stuff you're about to read is very emotional and kinda dark...

Naw I ain’t playing, turn back now while you have the chance.

CW: LOTS. OF. DEATH. Major illness, disintegration, intrusive thoughts, suicidal thoughts, even a suicide attempt.

I was even in the process of making cover art for it (which I do for all my fics lol)

The fic literally starts out with a note from April (the narrator), explaining that she documented everything and warns the reader that this story does not have a happy ending. It takes place about a week after the invasion, and the family was having a rough time. Mikey's hands were absolutely scorched, Donnie's immune system was shot and he seemed to be getting ill, Raph was having constant panic attacks, and Leo wasn't getting better from his injuries. To top it all off, a new government branch was setting up camp in NYC and interrogating people about the events of the Krang attack. April had narrowly escaped but figured the Earth Protection Force would come back for her. Meanwhile, Leo’s injuries weren’t healing like they should have and he was getting worse… Eventually the family caved and asked for help from Agent Bishop and the EPF, but after some doctors and scientists took a look at Leo… they realized there was nothing anyone could do. They’d waited too long. Leo was not going to make it, and all they could do was make him comfortable for a few hours before he... yeah. So everyone said their goodbyes, and I actually have some snippets of dialogue written down and it makes me cry every time. Donnie had the worst reaction, upset by Leo's peace with the situation and devastated by his loss, believing that he never showed his appreciation and love for his twin as much as he should have. Leo attempts to comfort Donnie, but eventually tells him to "get over it". A few hours later, Leo dies in his sleep, and the room erupts into grief and panic and chaos until Donnie, in his pure anger, punches a hole through the heart monitor and leaves. Leo is given a viking send-off in the Hidden City, and afterwards, April asks what they are supposed to do now. Donnie angrily repeats Leo's last insight: get over it. April goes home, and after her parents ask her how her day was… she bursts into tears.

Several weeks later, Mikey tries to get Donnie and Raph to talk about their feelings, but they both refuse. Mikey himself is having issues, his hands not healing quickly and he wonders if he will ever be able to make a work of art again. He manages to get Donnie to admit his guilt of not being there for Leo and still holding anger and resentment towards his twin for sacrificing himself and dying. Mikey suggests that he speak with Raph, but Donatello refuses. Later, during an attack, Raph was knocked out and Donnie collapsed from his illness, which he had been hiding. Mikey realizes that it's left to him and uses his mystic powers to portal his brothers to safety, at the cost of his own life. Mikey comes to terms with this, believing that what he did was his mangum opus, and he feels no pain as he vanishes, greeted by Leo in the afterlife.

Donatello and Raphael mourn the loss of two brothers, and Donnie finally talks with Raph about his grief over Leo’s death (in honour of Dr. Feelings’ memory). However, his declining health is brought to light and Donnie is placed in quarantine. Casey Jr. identifies his illness as a common Krang disease, one his mother died of, and the group work overtime to create the cure. Raph stays with his last sibling and keeps him company. Donnie gets more and more sick, and one night while April and Casey are working with Agent Bishop to finalize the antidote, Donnie's fever worsens and he sleepwalks, hallucinating Mikey and Leo's return and them comforting Donnie and telling him that the others will be alright in his absence. Donnie senses that his time is almost up. Raph finds him but doesn't understand what Donnie is seeing or who he is talking to, and takes him back to bed. April and Casey finally finish the cure and rush home, hoping to make it back in time, but find Raph asleep by Donnie's bedside… Donnie having just succumbed to his illness a few hours prior.

Raph is left as the last one alive, dealing with extreme survivors' guilt for outliving his brothers and blames himself for their deaths. April tries to comfort him, Splinter, and Casey. (Casey notes that history seems to be repeating itself in reverse order— that while in the alternate timeline Raph died first and Leo last, the opposite has been happening here, and Casey fears that Raph might actually die somehow very soon.) Meanwhile, Raphael tries to atone for his guilt by overdoing the vigilante work on his own. Eventually he decides that it isn't enough, he can never atone, and he misses his brothers too much… so he writes a note to April and emails it to her, then goes to the Hidden City to pick a fight with Heinous Green... and let him win. April receives the email and she and the others rush to save Raph, who at this point has already found Heinous Green and is letting him beat the ever-loving life out of him. Halfway through, however, he realizes what he is doing and that his brothers would not want this for him, but it's too late... April and Casey find Raph near death and attempt to save him, but he goes unconscious from his injuries.

While April, Casey, Splinter and Draxum work to heal Raph's wounds and revive him, Raphael dreams of the afterlife, meeting up with his brothers and apologizing for everything. They comfort him, yet also explain that he has to wake up soon; and how April, Casey, and Splinter still need him. Raphael asks if he can stay, to which they promise that he will be okay without them and someday they will see each other again; that they aren’t mad at him for their deaths, but that he cannot speed up their meeting. Raph agrees to go home, to which they all say how proud they are of him. Raphael wakes up with his family around him, relieved that he survived. Later that night, he and April have a discussion where she scolds and berates him for trying to leave them, saying that she had no one left. He admits his actions and apologizes and promises to get better.

In an epilogue, April explains that it has been a full year since Raph’s injuries, and he is doing much better. The Hidden City made a memorial for the three lost brothers in honour of their sacrifices. Casey Jones Jr. has been doing better as well, though he will often have nights of panic and moments of grief that only Raph can get him through. Agent Bishop works with Raphael and Casey to keep the city safe from mutant attacks, and they work to create a new team, hinting to characters like Mona Lisa, Venus De Milo/Frida Kahlo, Leatherhead, and other characters from the comic series. April ends by stating that at the beginning, she said the story did not have a happy ending. She stands by this, stating that the story has not ended and will continue for as long as they live, and that she does her best to remember her friends and keep going on, not for their sake, but for her own. And that one day, she will see them again.

And as if THAT wasn't heart-wrenching enough, I also planned a short after-story of how something like 80 years later, The Hamato ghosts get ready to welcome Raph into the afterlife, showing Leo preparing a house for him and Mikey decorating and Donnie gardening.

So yeah this is the most depressing and heartbreaking thing I've ever written, and I ACTUALLY SPARED YOU FROM THE DIALOGUE I HAD WRITTEN TOO

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #tutant meenage neetle teetles #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raph #rottmnt fic #rottmnt writing #depressing stuff #angst #i made it get really dark there for a bit #yeah so i don't think i'm gonna finish this one... #pain #rottmnt angst

[of-a-chaotic-mind]

A Drunk Mind Speaks A Sober Heart Part 2

Summary: Reader and Buck wake up hungover but manage to make it family breakfast with the team and their families. The videos from the previous night are exchanged between the two and everyone is excited that they’re finally together 

TW/CW: Evan “Buck” Buckley x Reader, (Y/N) = Your Name, best friends to lovers finally made official, alcohol consumption mentioned, gets kind of spicy toward the end, swtiches POVs so look out for that. 

Requested?: No 

Word Count: 3,062 

A/N: If anyone wants a spicy third part lmk. I’m kinda down to write it lol. Not sure how good it would be tho. Again I say, I’m so proud of this. 

Prompts: None 

A/N: Absolutely gorgeous he is.

Part 1 Here

(Y/N)’s POV 

The sun coming through the curtains wakes me from my slumber but upon opening my eyes, I immediately shut them again because the sun is so much brighter than it should be. I roll over to find a bottle of water, some Asprin, a note, and my phone on charge. I don’t half remember last night to be honest. I know I got shitfaced in Maddie’s livingroom and look around me to find myself in one of her spare bedrooms. I reach over and pick up the note and read it, “Take two and chug. Don’t forget about breakfast at Athena and Bobby’s -Maddie” I do as directed and then check my phone to find a text from Hen that reads, “’A drunk mind speaks a sober heart.’ -Jean-Jaques Rousseau” there’s a video attatched so I make sure my volume is low so that it doesn’t burst my eardrums before opening it. I watch myself confess my feelings for Buck and flop back over to my back groaning once it’s over. I take a few deep breaths before getting up from the bed. 

I mentally thank Maddie upon finding my duffle bag and shoes at the foot of the bed. I struggle out of last night’s clothes and into clean ones, yank on my shoes, and venture downstairs in hopes of finding my keys and slipping out without waking Maddie, Chim, or the kiddo. Unfortunately, no such luck as they have already beat me out of bed. I tip toe around the corner into the kitchen only to find Maddie standing at the counter sipping coffee as she lovingly watches Chim play with Jee-Yun. I sigh in defeat as she notices my entry and picks up my keys from the counter beside her, “How’re you feeling?” she asks as she tosses them to me.  

“Like I got ran over by a train,” I laugh, “And embarassed,” I blush. 

She smiles, knowing exactly what I’m referring to, “It’s alright. We all knew, we were just waiting for you to figure it out,” she winks. 

It’s now that oblivious Chimney joins us with his adorable daughter perched on his hip, “Are we ready to head out?” Maddie and I nod so the four of us depart for the Grant-Nash residence. The entire way there I am contemplating just going home to avoid knowing and teasing looks from Maddie, Athena, Hen, and Karen all day but force myself to stay en-route because this has become a long standing tradition. One Sunday a month, the whole fireteam, their significant others, and their children gather at Bobby and Athena’s for a good old fashioned family breakfast. I ponder if I’ll even survive this one as I pull into the drive way and put my car in park but am quickly dragged out of my safety zone by Athena’s waving hand at the front door. 

Buck’s POV 

I shouldn’t have drank so much last night, I realize as I roll off the couch with a loud thump. From the kitchen, Christopher and Eddie giggle before Eddie cheers, “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. Better get your ass up and get some Asprin in you and clean clothes on or we’re gonna be late to family breakfast.” I groan but know he’s right. I swipe my phone off the coffee table before making my way to the kitchen for Asprin and then to the bathroom to change clothes. I have a text from Eddie that reads, “Maybe just show her this since you can’t ever figure out how to tell her yourself,” attatched is a video so I press play to listen as I change clothes. By the time the video ends, I have my hands pressed to the counter and am staring down at my phone in shock. Maybe Eddie’s right. Apparently drunk me has a talent for explaining how I feel that sober me does not. 

I grabbed my phone and exit the bathroom to make my out of Eddie’s place, declaring to him on my way out, “Don’t say a word,” feeling his amused look on the back of my neck I feel a blush creep to my cheeks, “Stop it. Don’t give me that look.” Soon, the three of us arrive at the Grant-Nash household and I have to elbow Eddie in the ribs when we see (Y/N) getting out of her car due to the grin on his face. 

Third Person POV 

The breakfast gets along almost as it always does. Lots of chit chats and laughter. The ladies send teasing looks toward (Y/N) when Eddie asks how their night went but (Y/N) ignores them and they simply say it was quite interesting and elaborate no further. Eddie saw the looks though and makes a mental note to ask Hen or Maddie about it later. Several times Eddie caught Buck glancing or staring at (Y/N) and shot him a teasing grin over Christopher’s head. Buck brushed it off with a glare everytime.  

As mentioned, things aren’t quite the same as usual. As is normal, Bobby sits at the head of the table with Athena to his right followed by Harry, May, Karen, Hen, and (Y/N). To his left is Jee-Yun in a high chair followed by Chimney, Maddie, Eddie, Christopher, and Buck. Usually, Buck would playfully kick at (Y/N) under the table and she’d snatch food off his plate, mostly his fruit. They would get carried away in their own conversation and their fits of giggles and laughter would ring out over the other conversations happening but when anyone would look their way to question what is so funny they’d be too distracted to give an answer. Everyone always got a kick out of their playful behavior. However, today there was no playful kicks under the table or food snatched off of plates. The two couldn’t even look each other in the eye, too embarassed by their confessions last night that the other had no idea about. Although they did sneak glances toward each other when the other wasn’t looking. When Christopher has Buck’s attention or Buck is arguing about how a call went with Chimney over three heads, (Y/N) watches him out of the corner of her eye but pretends to be focused on something else or collects a bite of food if he happens to look anywhere near her direction. When (Y/N) is watching Jee-Yun giggle as her father makes airplane noises circling a small bite of pancake toward her mouth or listening in on the conversation between Hen, Karen, and May, Buck admires her subtly over the rim of his coffee cup but as soon as (Y/N) returns her gaze to her plate or someone near him he too distracts himself with something else. This odd behavior did not go unnoticed by the other adults at the table or even Christopher who would normally be too busy giggling at the pair’s antics to eat.  

The young boy also happens to be the first and only one to call the two out on the peculuarity of it all, “Buck? Why are you not kicking (Y/N)? And you haven’t stole any of his fruit,” he adds looking to her.  

The adults all grin as Harry also chimes in, “Yeah you guys have been quiet.” 

May nudges her brother and shakes her head as their mother speaks up, “I think they just don’t feel too good today. Maybe they didn’t get enough sleep.” Christopher and Harry exchange a look that says they don’t believe that one bit but a different conversation is picked up by the adults to shift the attention off of the two.  

(Y/N) risks a glance at Buck, wondering what his reaction is but he had also taken the same risk. The two lock eyes but quickly look away. In attempts to escape the situation and catch the breath that had been stolen by looking into his bright blue eyes (Y/N) excuses herself from the table saying her still bruised ribs are bothering her and she needs to stretch.  

Once safely in a bathroom, (Y/N) stares at herself in the mirror trying to decipher what it was that she saw in his eyes. Buck always has shown exactly how he feels through his eyes but today she can’t quite make out what exactly that is. She sighs heavily just as someone knocks on the door. 

Out in the dinning room, Buck has excused himself as well giving no particular reason but the adults need not ask because they know exactly why. As soon as Buck is out of earshot, Eddie leans forward to look at all the ladies in turn before asking, “What exactly happened last night?” The women all look at each other seeming to silently debate about spilling the beans.  

Chimney and Bobby look at each other as well before Bobby adds, “I would like to know as well but you seem to have something to share too.” 

May giggles, “It’s like a Mexican stand off of exciting stories.” 

Chimney retrives a coin from his pocket, “Heads, Eddie is up first. Tails, one of you ladies are gonna have to spill.” 

Everyone nods as Maddie looks down the hall, “Might want to be quick and quiet about it.” 

Chimney flips the coin and it comes up tails so Maddie wiggles in her seat and props her elbows up on the table, placing her fingers together. She takes a dramatic pause despite her warning to hurry up before explaining, “(Y/N) got plastered last night and we now have video proof as confirmation that she has feelings for Buck.” 

“I knew it!,” May whispers excitedly. 

Eddie lightly smacks Maddie on the arm, “You’re telling me they both confessed on the same night to separate people but have no idea?” Everyone looks to Eddie in shock, “Yeah, he had a few drinks last night and apparently drunk Buck has an easier time with putting his feelings into words. I got it on video” 

Hen laughs, “A drunk mind speaks a sober heart.” 

Everyone excitedly yet still remaining quiet cheers before Bobby settles them down, “Those videos stay with those who took them and we don’t mention this around them. Understood?” Everyone nods except Eddie and Hen who give Bobby a guilty look. He responds to their looks with one of suspicion, “What did you two do?” In unison the two videographers confess that they sent their video to the corresponding subject. 

Hen adds, “I figured if she had the video she could just show it to him when she’s ready.”  

Eddie nods in agreement, “I literally told him it might be an easier way of telling her if he can’t find the words while sober.” 

Bobby grins and shakes his head as Athena chimes in, “We’ll see. For now, let’s talk about something else so they’re not suspicious of us when they come back.” 

Back in the bathroom, (Y/N) responds to the knock at the door, “Who is it?” 

“It- it’s me,” comes Buck’s voice from the other side. 

(Y/N) takes a deep breath before unlocking and opening the door to let him in. She hops up to take a seat on the counter as he enters and closes the door behind him. They both stare at their hands, nervously fidgeting with anything they can until they both speak at the same time, “I’m sorry, I’m just-” They stop, staring at each other with red all over their cheeks. 

Normally, Buck would be a gentleman and let her go first but he just had to get this off his chest before he chickened out, “So, I got drunk last night. You know that saying drunk words are sober thoughts?” (Y/N) nods thinking back to the text Hen had sent with the video just this morning. Buck continues, “Well, Eddie caught my drunk words on video last night and... well,” he pulls his phone out of his pocket, unlocks it and navigates to the video Eddie had sent before handing it to her, “Just watch it. Sober me 100% agrees with every word.” He looks at her with such scencerity on his face that it makes her heart skip a beat. The two sit in silence as she watches the video. Buck shifts nervously on his feet, scanning her face for her reaction and she smiles. His heart soars with hope that she feels the same way.  

When the video ends, she hands his phone back to him before retrieving her own from her back pocket, unlocking it, navigating to her own video and then, “Drunk words are indeed sober thoughts and drunk me is pretty damn good at sharing things that sober me can’t. I too agree with every word she said,” she says, handing her phone to him. He watches with a massive grin on his face as one plasters itself on her’s as well. There’s not an ounce of fear or nervousness left in her after having seen his video. She thinks to herself that if she has the honor of marrying the man in front of her one day, it’s only right that Eddie be his Best Man and Hen be her Maid of Honor. 

Once the video ends, Buck places her phone on the counter beside her and leans in close with a grin still on his face only now it has a slight hint of cockiness to it, “I guess the only thing to do now is ask you to be my girlfriend. So will you?” 

As he hooks his finger under her chin and lifts it to align their lips, the distance between them shrinks even more. He can feel her breath on his lips when she affirms, “Obviously,” so he glances down at her lips before looking into her eyes. She inches closer, encouraging him to close the distance, and he does. They share the same thought as the slow, love filled kiss takes place and that is, “I love you.” When they begrudingly pull apart, and make eye contact, there’s no need to voice the thought as for one, their drunk selves already did but also, it’s seen in their eyes. 

Buck pulls even further away before placing his hands on her hips. He leaves them there for a moment, observing her reaction and somewhat looking for a nudge to continue his movements. She tilts her head, “What?” 

He says nothing at first, simply sliding his hands from her hips to place them on either side of the mirror on the wall behind her caging her in. He leans in close and brushes his nose against her’s, making her eyes flutter shut. When she opens them he’s just barely retreated, tilted his head, and is grinning from ear to ear. Feigning forgetfulness he asks, “What was that you said you wanted to do? It was something to do with my arms. Maybe you could remind me?” 

A mishevious grin with a hint of shyness to it replaces the look of curiosity on her face but is quickly replaced with a false sense of innocence as she lays her head over on his right arm. She stays there for a moment reveling in the eye contact between his now sultry eyes and her own wide eyed innocent ones before turning her head slightly to nuzzle her mouth and nose against his arm. A breath catches in Buck’s throat as she suddenly opens her mouth to lay her tongue against his bicep, slowly dragging it up before recoiling it back behind her teeth that she uses to nip softly against the skin covering the toned muscle. The sound that left his throat is one that she will remember for years to come and want to elicit from him again many times over. However, she simply lays her head back against his arm with a teasing look on her face, “We should get back out there before they come looking and find us in a scandalous situation.” 

Buck huffs, knowing she’s right and stands up straight removing his hands from the wall to help her down from the counter. (Y/N) quite likes it when he lifts her by her waist to place her feet on the ground and has to stop herself from wondering what it would be like for him to toss her into bed as he takes her hand in his. He doesn’t exit the bathroom just yet but instead tugs her close, hooks his finger under her chin once more to whisper against her lips, “Fine, but you’re sitting in my lap to cover the situation you’ve caused in my pants.” She giggles and nods before opening the door herself and tugging him along behind her.  

All eyes are on the two love birds as they reenter the dining room causing blushes to creep onto both of their faces and Buck to discretely scoot just a little closer behind her in hopes of hiding the afforemention situation better. He takes his seat, promptly pulling her into his lap which makes everyone whoop and holler in excitement. Eddie passes Maddie a twenty dollar bill which provokes a confused look from both (Y/N) and Buck.  

Maddie grins triumphantly, “I bet that the videos would be exchanged today. Eddie didn’t think you guys had it in you.”  

Eddie rolls his eyes as Athena calms everyone down, “You two didn’t... in the bathroom did you,” raising her eyebrows to insinuate naughtier acts than just exchanging videos. (Y/N) and Buck shake their head no immediately to which Athena replies, “Good.” 

The conversation soon returns to things other than the new couple at the end of the table. (Y/N) has an arm around Buck’s shoulders playing with his hair while his arm is wrapped firmly around her waist. His other hand is placed on her knee, even though he wants it to be higher, and he leans in to whisper in her ear, “You’ll have something in you if we can ever sneak away. I just didn’t bend you over in there out of respect.” (Y/N) slaps his chest with her free hand but Buck simply returns his attention to the group around the table and includes himself in the conversation. Under her, (Y/N) can still feel the situation and knows he’s not joking. She has to fight to keep from imaging what all they could get up to today. 

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[snowdrop-ivy]

Favor. | Part 5

Summary: Ari Levinson was an ego embodied in a man. Yep, he's an asshole. Y/N knows it yet she still married him. How? She doesn't know. And now, she doesn't know how to get him to sign the divorce papers.

A/N: Hey! Been MIA but I hope you enjoy this! This is a repost bc I forgot to add the title. LOL

“What do I need to do?”

“I don’t know…” She shrugged. “I’m scared that I’ll get hurt again.”

Ari licked his lip and nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay what?”

“Just okay,” He gave her a reassuring smile. He knows what to do. He’ll just try. Try until it’s over. If he wants her back, he has to do everything. And that’s what he’ll do. Just do everything. “You’re gonna sleep?” He asked before changing into his boxers and laying down on their bed.

She looked at him with confusion in her eyes. Her mouth was half-opened about to say something but she pursed her lips and nodded. “Sure.”

She laid down beside him staring at the ceiling. He turned to her and just gazed at her. Seizing the moment that she has with her. He’s not sure how this will end but if she still doesn't want to try then he’ll accept it and give her the freedom she wants. “Sweet dreams, honey.”

She let out a laugh before turning to him. “What are you doing?”

“What?” He giggled. “I can’t say sweet dreams to you?”

She answered with a chuckle and shook her head. “Sweet dreams, Ari.”

And that went on for countless months. She saw what he’s doing but he doesn’t know what for. And what that okay means. It’s been bothering her but she’s shrugging it off because there’s more to think about than her marriage. It was one of the days where they didn't have any guests. It was a rest and calming day for all of them. The staff went out to enjoy themselves. Max, Jake, and Sammy were racing on the beach. Angela’s sunbathing. Ari’s out for a run. And Y/N, she's reading a book she bought at the reception. She was on the verge to fall asleep when she heard the door chimes which made her bolt. “Welcome to Red Sea Diving Resort!”

“Yeah, welcome…” The voice said walking to her. It’s Walter? Walton? Fuck, she forgot. She forgot about him completely. “Mrs. Levinson?”

She was stunned. “No, it’s Thomas, Walter?”

He gave out a mirthless chuckle. “Walton.”

“Right…” She nodded. “It’s Thomas.”

“Thomas?”

She pointed at herself. “It’s Mrs. Thomas.” She looked at his two companions, who she thinks are American from their look.

“Okay,” He answered. God, she hates that word. “Where can I find Mr. Thomas?”

Ari’s at her 3rd lap across the shore. He noticed the guys and Angela outside so he thought that it’ll be a good idea to have lunch with his wife. He brought his walkman and ran inside the hotel. “Honey? Where are you?”

“In here,” She answered and stood up. She seated them at the lounge as they’re waiting for him. 

“Speaking of…” Walton stood up and faced him. Ari was confused as to why he was here. He saw Walton and Y/N together and his instinct was to get in front of his wife.

“We were waiting for you” Y/N stated as he took off his earphones. He had his arm on his waist, panting from exhaustion, and nodded before eyeing Walter.

“Mr. Thomas, it’s nice to see you again,” Walton smiled and offered his hand.

Ari shook his hand. “This is a surprise.”

Y/N felt the tension from the two. I mean, they’re just staring at each other, not letting go of their hands. 

“I bet it is,” Walton smiled. “You’re not an easy man to find.”

Ari let out a fake laugh and held her waist. She felt him tensing beside her. 

“Last time I saw you was 2 years ago,” Walton mentioned and pointed at them. “You were an anthropologist back then.”

Ari hanged his head and smirked. “Right, well, that didn’t pay the bills.”

“Yeah,” He agreed and turned to you. “And how ‘bout you?”

“I stayed home and waited for this one,” She smiled and patted Ari’s stomach. “I’ll just be in our room honey,” She stated before giving Ari a kiss on the cheek.

Ari waited for his wife to go out of the room before leading Walton to the dining room and they sat down. “Well,” Walton opened up. “The hawks are demanding stricter Sharia law. Nimeria is getting paranoid. If you ask me, this entire country is a fucking tinder box.”

Ari crossed his arms and looked around the resort. “Really?” He asked like he doesn’t know anything. “We don’t really feel that out here.”

“No?” Walton questioned. He raised his brow and gave a half-smile.

“No,” Ari confirmed, shaking his head. 

“Well,” Walton clasped his hands. “State’s sent cargo planes for us ready to evac in the event things take a turn for the worse.”

“Oh,” Ari sounded surprised. That he didn’t know.

“And this refugee crisis, it’s really not helping. You have entire refugee neighborhoods just disappearing. Into thin air,” He gestured like the wind. “The UN offers a stipend to the Sudanese for every refugee they house so when people start to disappear that’s just…” He chuckled. “...bad for business.”

“Well,” Ari rested his chin on his hand before snickering. “Only crisis we face is whether or not we catch fresh lobster,” he let out a laugh. “Just kidding.”

Walton laughed with him before looking at the table. “Well, I just got back from Gedaref where the Mukhbarat had executed another 30 people. This is quite serious.”

Ari felt his cheek tensing from holding his smile. He nodded before inhaling deeply. “I’d like to stay and chat but I gotta make lunch for my wife.”

“Sure…” Walton agreed.

“Okay,” He replied. “Enjoy the..” He said before standing up to go to Y/N.

“Kabede Bimro, right?” Walton said like it’s a question before turning his head to Ari’s direction.

Ari looked at him with questions in his eyes. “Excuse me?” He played dumbfounded.

“Hmm?” Walton enquired then stood up and buttoned his coat. “I think it’s such a funny name.”

“Yeah,” Ari nodded slightly before turning around to go to the kitchen. 

Y/N was slicing vegetables on the counter when he entered. The four was peeping through the crack watching.

“What’s the CIA doing here?” Sammy asked.

“What did he want?” Angela asked this time.

Ari propped his arms on the counter beside Angela and watched Walton leave. “I don’t know… I think to warn us.”

Jake slammed his head on the wall. “Fuck! He knows about Kabede.”

“All right, we gotta go,” Ari turned to Y/N.

She looked at him and furrowed her brow. “No, this is just so fucking stupid.”

“Right,” Sammy agreed. “Tell Kabede it’s too dangerous. We’ll pick it up in two weeks when we have a chance to assess the threat.”

Y/N furrowed her brow even more and dropped the knife. “We have 200 people—”

“We’ll have 200 more people less if we fuck it up,” Sammy turned to her. 

Ari went in front of her. “For fuck’s sake, Sammy, will you just trust me for once?” He raised his voice. 

Y/N looked through the cracks to confirm if Walton left. “They’re still here. Lower your fucking voice.”

A moment passed between Ari and Sammy. No one spoke and just looked at them. Max cleared his throat. “Well, if we’re doing this, we need to leave now.”

“What’s it gonna be?” Angela asked.

The men went on to pick up the refugees while Y/N and Angela packed their things. They made sure to clean the place up and leave no trace. Y/N went to Angela’s room to hear what’s going on and what she just heard were gunshots. She saw Angela on the bed, covering her mouth with her hand and her legs bouncing up. 

“What the fuck is happening?” She held her breath. “Is Ari shot? Are they okay?”

“If you engage, it’s all over. I’ll handle it,” Ari said through the comms.

Y/N huddled into a corner and wringed her hands over her head. Her breaths were fast and unsteady. And her head felt like it was exploding from the stress. She doesn’t know what’s happening and what’s going to happen. She stayed in that position for what felt like hours till she heard the door open. It was Angela, she glanced around and saw herself on the bed.

“Hey,” she lightly smiled. “You fell asleep.”

“Where are they?” Y/N’s hoarse voice asked.

“I don’t know,” She answered honestly. “I made coffee. We should wait for them outside.”

Angela and Y/N had their own blanket wrapped around their shoulders as they strolled the entrance of the resort. Their heads turned when they heard trucks coming. Y/N felt a relief when she saw both trucks. Max and Jake went out off the trucks. No sign of Sammy or Ari. It was just them. Angela ran up to them. Y/N stood up to hug them and peeked at the trucks.

“Where’s Ari and Sammy?” Y/N breathed in a question.

Jake didn’t answer her. She led her inside to sit and listened to the comms. Y/N didn’t have the voice to ask again since all she’s been doing is crying. They sat there and just waited for confirmation. An answer. An anything to let her know if Ari’s safe. Max lit a cigarette and shared it with her.

“Taxis has reached base,” Buchanan entered on the comms. “Cargo is safely on board.”

The four of them sighed in relief and nodded their heads. Jake rested his head against her shoulder and snatched the cigarette.

“Copy that.”

“Is there any news on team leader?”

“We;ve been monitoring radio transmissions in Khartoum. Nothing new.”

Y/N felt another batch of tears streaming down her face. All of the scenarios they went through but nothing like this. Fuck! She blamed herself on why she didn't think of this. She thought of places where they could be but she keeps ending up in nothing.

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quarter-final surprise

hakim ziyech x reader

words: 2.1k

summary: you surprise hakim by traveling to doha for the world cup semi-finals. loosely based on this request!

warnings: cursing, established relationship, kissing. that's about it lol. wholesome fluff!

You and Hakim had been together for almost a year now. Very few people knew about your relationship - your family and close friends, as well as most of Hakim’s teammates, but that was about it. With the World Cup approaching, Hakim had been spending extra time in training. You had wanted so badly to be able to go with him to Doha - partially because you had never been before, but mostly because you wanted to cheer on your man in what was bound to be one of the most memorable moments of his career. But between school and work, it was nearly impossible for you to take enough time off to be able to make it. You kept telling yourself that you would go for at least one game, but the timing just wasn’t working out right. By now though, Morocco had made it much farther than you, or anyone else, had expected - they were in the quarter-finals, and you knew that this was a match that you could not miss. You had managed to get the time off from school and work, and you had booked your plane ticket, but Hakim had no idea. You had only told his sister, who you were close with and who was currently in Doha, but you were planning to surprise Hakim. 

“So, I’m flying in tomorrow morning.” You were on the phone with Hakim’s sister while also running around your apartment, trying to pack at the last minute. Your flight was in less than four hours, and your suitcase was completely empty. You guessed that you weren’t going to get much sleep that night. 

“I’m so excited to see you, Y/N. And I know Hakim is gonna be over the moon when you surprise him,” his sister responded. You and his sister had become close ever since the two of you started dating. Even though she lived in the Netherlands while you were in London, the two of you spoke several times a week. Hakim sometimes joked that you were only dating him to get to her. 

“I really hope so,” you said. “I hope it’s not too much that I’m surprising him during the quarterfinals with the whole world watching.” You were nervous because the public did not know about your relationship with Hakim. You had managed to keep your personal lives private, but this was one of the largest stages in the world. You figured that someone would likely see you there and connect the dots. 

“I know he’s going to love it. He’ll just be happy to see you.” 

You smiled and hung up the phone with her, just as you saw that Hakim had sent you a text.

Going to bed now. Big day tomorrow. I love you xx 

Good night, baby. I know you’re going to do great. I wish I could be there. I’m so proud of you <;3 

Hakim heart reacted your message and you turned off your phone. It felt weird to lie to him like this, but you knew it would be worth it in the end. You turned to the clock, saw what time it was, and then hurriedly continued packing. You couldn’t forget the most important thing - your number 7 Morocco jersey that Hakim had bought you shortly after you had first started dating. Can’t forget this, you whispered to yourself.

—

You landed in Doha early the next day. As soon as you landed, you turned on your phone and messaged Hakim.

Good morning, my love. Good luck today. No matter what, you made history and I’m so proud of you. 

Thank you, baby. I love and miss you so much xx

You got off the plane and headed to baggage claim. Hakim’s sister was going to pick you up and take you to the hotel. You were hoping that Hakim didn’t suspect anything - if he did, he hadn’t let it on. You admittedly weren’t the best at keeping secrets. As you waited for your luggage, you thought about that one time you had tried to throw Hakim a surprise party, but had inadvertently revealed your plans to him the day before. Hakim had still pretended to be surprised the next day. 

“Y/N!” Hakim’s sister called out as you exited the airport and spotted each other. 

“I missed you so much! How was your flight?” She asked, greeting you with a warm hug. 

“It wasn’t too bad. I didn’t start packing until the last minute though, so I got absolutely no sleep last night,” you responded after kissing her on the cheek. 

“Let’s get you to the hotel so you can get some rest before the match, then,” she responded and led you to her car.

“How’s Hakim doing?” you asked as the two of you were on your way to the hotel.

“Well, you know Hakim. He’ll never let on that he’s nervous,” she responded, and you nodded. Hakim would never admit that he was nervous before a match, and to be honest, he typically wasn’t one to get nervous. Football was second nature to him at this point. But this was the quarterfinals of the World Cup - a historic feat, one that the whole world would be watching. You knew that even your stoic boyfriend was likely on edge.

When you got to the hotel, you said goodbye to Hakim’s sister, quickly checked into your room, and didn’t even bother changing before collapsing on the bed. You were exhausted, and as much as you wanted to go out and explore Doha, you knew that getting rest before the match was more important. 

Heading to the stadium soon. How are you, darling? How’s your day been?

You couldn’t help but smile at Hakim’s message. Even on one of the most important days of his life, he still made sure to ask about you. 

I’m good! I can’t wait to see you on TV later tonight! You’re gonna do amazing <;3 

Once again, you couldn’t help but feel bad about lying. You wanted more than anything to go to his hotel room before he left and surprise him. But you didn’t want to mess up his pre-game ritual, and you knew that surprising him after a win would be even more special. So instead, you set your alarm and lay down for a nap. 

–

“Shit!” You exclaimed as you woke up and turned to look at the clock. You had slept through your alarm and the game was about to start in thirty minutes. You jumped out of bed and started running around your hotel room like a maniac. You opened up your suitcase, grabbed your toiletries bag, and ran to the bathroom. You had about five minutes to freshen up and do your makeup. “Fuck it,” you said to yourself as you decided to do a very simple, no makeup look. You quickly changed into your Morocco jersey and some jeans, slipped on your most comfortable flats, and ran out the door. 

As you entered the stadium along with hundreds of thousands of other people, you couldn’t help but begin to feel nervous yourself. You had been to plenty of Hakim’s games before, but this was the World Cup. You thought about the millions of people around the world who were tuning in right now. You couldn’t imagine how Hakim must be feeling. Suddenly, an overwhelming sense of pride for your man washed over you. You knew how hard he had worked to get to this moment and the challenges he had faced along the way. You were the one whose shoulder he had cried on when he was struggling on the team, and you were the one he had first told when he decided to quit playing internationally. When he decided to go back, you had encouraged him to not think about what people might say and follow his heart. And so he had. 

“I’m sorry I’m late! I overslept!” You exclaimed as you ran up to Hakim’s box where his family and best friends were. Most of them were surprised to see you and embraced you in hugs and kisses. 

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” asked one of Hakim’s brothers incredulously. 

“I know, I know, I’m here as a surprise to Hakim!” 

You finally reached his mom. She embraced you and whispered in your ear, “I’m so glad you’re here. I know Hakim will be so happy.” You beamed at her words and sat down in between her and Hakim’s sister. 

“Don’t worry, he doesn’t suspect a thing,” said Hakim’s sister. “He came by earlier when we got here and told us how much he wishes you could have made it.” 

You couldn’t help but blush thinking about Hakim openly telling his family about how he misses you. “I can’t wait to see his reaction.”

–

It was the last minute of extra time and your heart was pounding. The entire stadium erupted into absolute chaos as the whistle was blown. At that moment, it seemed like the entire crowd was Moroccan. Everyone around you was hugging, crying, and screaming. You could barely hear your own thoughts over the noise. All you could think about was how much you wanted to see Hakim. Your eyes scanned the crowded field, but you could barely see anything amidst all of the people. Finally, you saw a familiar face running up to the stands. Hakim had the Moroccan flag draped around his shoulders, and your heart soared when you saw the joy on his face as he spotted you. When he reached you, he didn’t say a word and simply wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m so proud of you, baby,” you said, as he buried his face into the nook of your shoulder. 

“I can’t believe you’re here, Snoepje,” he said. He pulled away from you, and you took his face in your hands. 

“You know I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” 

Before you could say anything else, the two of you were surrounded by friends and family piling up around you both. 

The rest of the night was a blur. You spent most of it celebrating with Hakim, his teammates, and their families. The night ended with just you and Hakim alone in your room together, cuddled up in bed. This was the first moment the two of you were alone since Hakim had left for the World Cup. Hakim was understandably exhausted from the day, and so you simply held him in your arms and stroked his head. 

“I still can’t believe you managed to surprise me. You’re so bad at keeping secrets,” Hakim grinned up at you. 

“I’ve learned from my past mistakes,” you responded. “So, how does it feel? To be a World Cup semi-finalist?” 

Hakim paused for a moment and then answered. “Honestly? It doesn’t feel real,” he said. “To think that just a few months ago I didn’t even think I would be playing for the team.” 

“I’m so glad you came back.”

Hakim looked up at you and smiled. “Me too.” 

The two of you were about to turn the lights off and go to sleep when you decided to pick up your phone and check your notifications. To your surprise, your phone had blown up since you had last checked it. You opened up Instagram and saw that you had been tagged in hundreds of posts and stories, all of them with the same picture of Hakim embracing you after the World Cup. 

Hakim Ziyech seen hugging mystery girl after World Cup quarter-final defeat 

omg is ziyech married? 

i didn’t know he had a girlfriend! who is she? 

“Shit,” you whispered under your breath.

“What is it?” asked Hakim. 

You handed him your phone, and he began scrolling. Your stomach dropped. The two of you hadn’t spoken yet about making your relationship public. You knew how private Hakim was, so you weren’t sure how he would respond to this. After a moment, Hakim gave your phone back to you and simply shrugged. 

“It was bound to get out at some point. And I’m glad that it happened like this.” 

You looked at him, somewhat surprised at his reaction. “Really? So you don’t mind that everyone knows?”

Hakim looked up at you, and it was now his turn to look surprised. “Snoepje, you’re going to be my wife one day. Why would I mind if people knew about us? I just wanted to protect you for as long as I could. But I’m happy that I can finally show you off to the world.”

You smiled at him and leaned in for a kiss. While the two of you had talked about marriage since the early stages of your relationship, when you heard it coming from him like this, it felt even more special. “I love you, future husband.” 

He grinned. “I love you too, future wife.”

You reached over to turn off the bedside lamp and the two of you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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