#no proof read we die like men

[joyaphoria]

the first time you and bokuto met, you guys were ten. you had just moved to tokyo and your mom got a job at the same place bokuto's mom worked. they became friends almost instantly, and once they realized they had children the same age, a play date was set immediately.

contrary to popular belief, you guys didn't get along well at all. bokuto was a stubborn child; he wanted to be outside playing volleyball with his friends, and the idea of having to stay inside to acquaint himself with a little girl that probably didn't know a thing about the sport seemed catastrophic.

he was right after all — you didn't know (or even care) about bokuto's treasured sport, and you were just as fond of being there as he was. you'd give anything to be at home, burying your face in some mangas, or playing piano.

you fought like cats and dogs the first four years after you guys met, both at school and outside of it, since your houses were close and your families were even closer. unfortunately, keeping a distance was just never an option.

the first time you and bokuto had ever gotten along (if you could even call it that), was when you turned fifteen. bokuto was invited to your party by default, as well as everyone in your homeroom class by your mother's request, nevermind the fact that you got along with hardly any of them.

you had just finished helping yours and bokuto's mom in the kitchen with prepping the food, and made your way back to the living room to check on your guests.

you froze in place once you caught them grouping around your piano, realizing that you forgot to put away your piano books.

you've always been big in the arts, but piano was your thing. you liked to think of yourself of a composer of sorts, writing sheet music and occasionally adding a few lyrics.

you would've thought you might have learned from a similar incident a few years ago, when you caught bokuto reading through your sheet music. though he never said anything — never hinted at any emotion at all — you still ended up a sobbing mess.

this however, was very different. they were snickering and laughing, pointing at the lyrics and your 'odd penmanship', trying to make out the words on the paper. you felt the tears swelling up in your eyes already, your hands trembling as you find yourself glued in place.

before you could even blink, a familiar figure's shoving past you into the room, and you watch as bokuto snatches the sheet music from the boy holding them.

he laughs then, snickering at bokuto before looking over at you. "hey, y/n, did you write all this bull—"

there is a fist colliding with his nose in less than half a second.

all the girls shriek and shove at each other as they back away from the commotion, screaming as bokuto scrambles on top of the boy, maintaining the upper hand from the very beginning.

you watch them fight, bokuto sporting a split lip and bruised fists as his mother runs in and yanks him off of the boy, your mother rushing in behind his to assess the situation.

you're utterly confused, even more so once he turns to find your eyes, and the side of his lip quirks up into a lopsided smirk.

later once everyone leaves and situation was managed and dealt with, you find yourself staring once again, as he takes a cotton ball to his bloody lip, and runs his fists under the tap.

once he turns off the water and looks up to address you, you catch sight of that intoxicating smile yet again, and you don't even need to ask anything. bokuto can read the question right off your face.

"can't have anyone else reading the songs you write about me now, can we?"

what if i turned this into a short written series, the five years of bokuto and y/n as enemies until this happens and everything changes?

composed

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[faggotmox]

20 lmfao (idk if this is cheating on the ask meme but im picturing Thee perfect mat wrestler bryan danielson being like "wtf thats gross and also cheating" if someone gave him a wet willy)

drabble challenge || @intearsaboutrobots

Prompt 20: Wet Willies Rating: pg-13 Pairing: Bryan Danielson x Jon Moxley (x Wheeler Yuta) Word Count: 316 words

“Listen, just don’t be an annoyance this early in the morning and you won’t be in this position.” Mox was holding back the biggest amused grin imaginable.

“Are you serious right now?” Bryan was sitting crisscrossed, his hand slapping at his left ear. “You’re a child. You’re an actual damn child, Jon.”

“Either Regal can change training from 5 in the fuckin’ morning or,” Mox glared at Bryan even though he was actually having a blast now. The absolute disgust on Bryan’s face was better than twenty ounces of coffee. “You can learn not to be a bitch before 10.”

“I don’t want to hear your excuse. You can’t just give me wet-willies!” Bryan seemed very close to actually angry which just egged Mox on even more, because of course it would.

“Broke your hold, didn’t it?” Mox smirked, standing off to the side of the mats. Bryan was still sitting there, messing with the assaulted ear.

“It’s so gross!” Bryan finally stood up, apparently unable to deal with the invasion of his personal space. “It’s also fucking cheating!” Bryan’s temper flared as he made his way to the locker rooms.

“I’ve literally bleed buckets on you!” Mox called after the other, his grin finally spilling onto his face at Bryan’s retreating back. “And sweating! We sweat all over each other.”

“Fuck. OFF.” Bryan slammed the door as he got to the edge of the gym.

“He also came inside you last night, and you came all over him. Don’t know why spit is the line he’s drawing.” Wheeler pointed out with a shrug from his seated spot on the other side of the mats. “Does he just not like spit?”

“Nah. I think spits fine. He spits in my mouth all the time.” Mox shrugged as he sat down next to Wheeler and took a drink of his water. “Just don't like wet-willies, I guess.

#this was so funny to write oh my god #bryan being grossed out by this one body thing #like mox would pick the grosses thing imaginable #also as if bryan wouldnt be the fucking worst at 5am training #jon moxley x bryan danielson #jon moxley x bryan danielson x wheeler yuta #ranger written #fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction #fanfic #jon moxley #bryan danielson #wheeler yuta #no proof read we die like men

[cadaverousdecay]

i remember thinking about how mortifying it seems to be immortal, yk? like how the idea of everything being forever is so scary because it takes away so much beauty that lies in the temporary-ness of being human but then i thought about someone who has found themselves i a situation where they are stuck to live forever and ever and ever and how at first it must’ve been so scary for them to find out how they’re going to outlive everyone they love or how they’ll have to continue everything until there’s just nothing left and what if there really isn’t anything left? what if they woke, they grabbed their book, then they watched a movie, then they tasted the ice cream flavor they’d never have before, they met a new person, they said hello to the already known-ones. then when night rolled around, they went to sleep and they woke up and in moment of panic realized they had finished their book? oh well, it’s fine they’re gonna grab another one. hmm, we’ve read that, we’ve definitely read that, oh! we read that one twice, very good, very good, hmmm why do we look in the different pile surely...surely there’s more. but no, there wasn’t more. they had read all the books written by mankind. oh well, movies exist right? why don’t we pick something out, okay well the new wave pile looks interesting, let’s look. oh wait there’s nothing here we already watched all of these 6 decades ago. then he went to explore some new flavor of a dessert. oh turns out hes had all of them. well, can’t be sad over ice cream! he’s just going to eat his favorite! everyone has become a friend, he knows everyone, knows about their dreams, knows about their hopes, about their families and old dogs. he goes home, sits down and contemplates how there’s nothing left. he’s done it all, he’s traveled everywhere, talked to everyone who cared to talk back, he is the man we all wish to be, he did it all, he read it all, he saw it all, he ate it all, what is he going to do now? oh well, he’ll just keep going back to his favorites. who doesn’t love revisiting their favorite movies? and he does, he revisits, he repeats: meals, outfits, hairstyles, jewelry, books, articles, movies, tv shows, animes, even porn maybe. he repeats words, there isn’t anything he hasn’t said yet. but what can he do? he just keeps going back to old memories, where at once there used to be something new each day. when life was exciting and unpredictable. when he’d wake up and mot know down to every detail what he was going to do that day. back when he loved the things he loathes, back when he didn’t have to loathe anything because he simply had too much else to discover.

when i started writing this to u, my message was going to be oh well, wouldn’t it be nice to live much longer and have time to take your time with anything and everything? wouldn’t it be wonderful to get to have time to do everything we fear we wouldn’t get to do? but as i kept writing the more i started doubting all of this. how special is it that we as humans have such a massive selection of things to choose from that we won’t even live a lifetime long enough to get to know all of it. what a tragedy but what a blessing. when i’m finishing up tv shows i’ve been watching for a long time and i’m afraid to let it go but yet undeniably certain that i will rewatch it over and over again until i simply die. i pause it and i tell my self: this is the last time u’ll get to watch this not knowing what happens in the next minute.

everyday we have the privilege of not knowing what happens jn the next minute. we have the ability to always always always discover something new! what a joy huh?

i saw ur other submissions and tought i’d share my thoughts and then i got carried away :DD so uhh cease the day i guess? :DD

damn, hell yeah dude i love this! and yeah as much as i constantly dream about living forever and doing everything it is a terrifying thought, running out of things to discover and experience like new. youre right, how wonderful it is to always always always have something new to discover. might as well take advantage of as much as we can while we still can. thanks for sharing!!

#i’ve never send a submission before hope i got it right #sorry u had to read all that #hehe #and sorry if there are any mistakes #no proof read we die like men

[machinavillage]

ok i just feel like venting about this somewhere because im forced to think about it all the time. but i fucking hate when someone wants to open their mouth about how they think someone should be after sexual trauma. like

"you dont like Xyz? after trauma? maybe you didn't deal with your trauma" "what if youre trans/gay/bi because of trauma?" (notice no one asks if youre straight because of trauma) "what if you dislike this kind of sex because of trauma?"

its literally never any of your business shut your loser ass up. all that would be between me and myself.

and. apparently being abused was not my fault, so i've been told. it took me a long time to even think that. but apparently because of something someone did to me, that was apparently not my fault, im not allowed to like/dislike certain things or even pick my own gender. or allowed to be anything other than straight. or im disqualified from being trans for ilfe because someone did some fucked up shit to me that i had no choice in? hello?

i have to think more about what the hell people mean when they say this shit. but i think everyone wants a trauma survivor to be their token and not like an actual person. which is funny because being abused also made me feel like less of a person. very cool, thanks!

#abuse mention #obv this is about random people saying this #but there are situations where therapists have said stuff and im like 🤔 #no proof read we die like men

[satoruyes]

co-parent bakugou

katsuki bakugou x reader (part two)

   fwb! bakugou who often came by your dorm during college to drop off school work when you missed lectures and loads when you missed him.

fwb! bakugou who came by before bed to fuck you into your pillow and listen to your hushed moans, hushed so your roommates wouldn’t hear. (they did)

fwb! bakugou who’s scared of committing because he “couldn’t see you in his future” and was too focused on his.

fwb! bakugou who’s late night visits became more and more scarce.

fwb! bakugou who months later soft launches his new partner on his story after telling you he’s not ready for a relationship.

fwb! bakugou who stops breathing at the sight of your name popping up on his phone as he cuddles his partner while watching movies, and nearly has a stroke at the “Im pregnant.” text. 

_____

“well are ya sure it’s mine?” he asks, not daring to look away from you. you break eye contact and look outside the coffee shops’ window to focus on anything other than this conversation you’ve been dreading. “are you serious? you should know i’m not exactly one to sleep around,” you say to the man. he nods and his grip on his mug gets tighter, knuckles visibly whiter. “well, are ya keepin’ it,” he asks, “i don’t think  that’d be a bright idea for either of us.” you kind of glare but think over his words. “you know how my parents feel about abortion kats.. i’d be disowned. the second the press found out about it, my family would be done for,” your eyes start to water and a tear threatens to fall, you pause “.. i thought you said you don’t do relationships?”

katsuki stares at you and shakes his head, “those fuckin’ hormones already getting to your brain or somethin?“ he sighs, “you know i can’t do this *nickname*. i’m in a committed relationship with raya, we’re getting engaged next month. on top of that, i can’t be number one with a baby leechin’ of me.” your heart drops, “you’re.. getting engaged? i.. um.. well, congratulations. i’m sorry to burden you with all of this… and i can’t abort it anyway.. i.. i’m too far along.. and i cant do this.” you finish & get up from the table and leave.

________

baby daddy! bakugou who ends up losing contact with you for months after you block him on everything a refuse to meet up per your family’s request.

baby daddy! bakugou who nearly forgets about you years later til kirishima brings you up and shows him your instagram.

baby daddy! bakugou who gets home and stalks you from a burner account, finds out you still talk to everyone from college but him.

baby daddy! bakugou who sees a pretty little ruby-eyed girl down your timeline, her resemblance to him uncanny.

baby daddy! bakugou who pulls some strings and texts your number asking to meet his daughter, hana. 

___________

hana is 2 years old by now, forming choppy sentences and now waddling on her feet. after a week of texting, you finally fold and let him come over to meet his daughter. when you open the door to let him in he nearly finds himself choking on his spit at how beautiful you are. you looked even better than your posts, if that’s possible. you greeted him with a nod and invited him in. he takes his shoes off and head to the living room you led him to. you exchange stale pleasantries and small talk til you decide to go get your baby girl. “her name is ‘hana lei bakugou,’ as much as i wanted her to have my last name.”

you walk over to him and hand her to him, noticing the wedding band resting around his ring finger. you scoff, “wow so you two actually got married?” he nods and analyzes his daughters’ features. “shes so pretty, just like ‘er momma,” he half smiles and look up at you. “so i’ll have her back later tonight, gonna take ‘er home to meet the wife and all of that.” he goes to get off the couch. “woah, you don’t get to do that. you don’t get to come back back after all this time like nothing happened.” he looks frustrated for a second, “you can’t just- … yea yer right, ‘m sorry.’’

you nod, “how about we go up to her room and play?” he agrees and follows you into his daughter’s bedroom while carrying her.

“So.. how long have you two been in the area?” he asks, scanning his daughter's room. “I never really left, just moved closer to the city i guess,” you reply; putting hana down to the floor. She waddles over to katsuki. “hana, baby this is your father,” you look down at the little girl. At first she looks up at you with her glowing beady eyes then she looks over to Katsuki sitting over on a couch. “papa?” she asks and she points her dainty finger at him. you nod and smile. “yes baby, that's your papa.” 

katsuki looks at the little girl and she reaches up for him. “up.” she says, and he obliges. you two talk and rekindle for what seemed to be days. In reality it was just about 4 hours. “*name* it was really nice to see you again, let's go out for dinner sometime. with hana of course.” you lead him downstairs while he says his goodbyes to hana. 

-- 

“I told ya about this years ago raya, you can't be mad about this. What did you expect? for them to disappear?” bakugou yells at his wife. “well i didnt fucking expect you to go out of your way to to reach out either!” she pouts, anger and jealousy laced in her tone. “I have to own up to this responsibility now whether you like it or not, stop fuckin’ cursin’ at me. ‘m already stressed as is; ‘ion need yer bitchin’.” 

“oh so now i'm bitching because you went out and got some slut pregnant.. you're just full of it katsuki.” raya says, glaring at him now. “ya cant get mad at me because I wanna be a father, ‘nd not just leave some kid stranded out here.” 

“it's not just about the kid is it? do you miss the bitch or something? do you miss the sex? did she give you better head than I do?” raya accuses, bakugou sighs and goes to leave the room, “‘nd yea- she did give better head.” as he walks to their shared room he can hear her still yelling in the distance.

katsuki bakugou goes to sleep confused tonight. He wonders why was he such a prick. he wonders why did his heart pound so fast- why were his hands so sweaty when he saw you.

he couldn't do this. he has a wife. hes happily married, regardless of any arguments. his wife was the mayors daughter and promised him various things, she promised him glory. of course he didn't need her but it's definitely more helpful to have more "support." plus you hated him, only putting up with him for the sake of his daughter. no, it wasn't attraction- it was just nervousness. he loved his wife.

katsuki woke up to his wife, raya in his arms. she looked so pretty and peaceful like this. he snapped out of his daze and got out of bed to catch a shower. he couldn't help but find his hand reaching down to take care of himself. usually when he finds himself touching himself; its of thoughts of his wife from the night prior. but today it was you. he felt shameful but he just couldnt help it. he couldn't stop himself from thinking about you. hes only human.    

#lulawrites #katsuki bakugou #katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #no proof read #no beta we die like men #im sorry guys #part two soon #fwb series #HIII guys leave feedback or any typos #ive missed writing #bitvh

[pupkashi]

hii can you do Gojo and reader doing skincare with each other?

thank you so so much !!

a/n: thank you for the request this is so cute hehe :3 just a short little drabble as i work on a couple longer pieces i can hopefully get out soon ! i hope this was okay idk how i feel abt it :P

“okay you have to keep a straight face once i put this on you or else it’ll mess up” you say, looking at your lover with a stern face, “okay?”

satoru huffs, flopping onto his back before springing back up with a nod, “alright fine I’ll sacrifice my amazing sense of humor for-” he squints his eyes as he reads the label of the container in your hand, “10 minutes?!”

“oh please you aren’t even that funny” you laugh, rolling your eyes when he claims he already made you laugh.

“put on your bunny ears and sit still” you demand, throwing the headband at him softly, smiling fondly when he pouts at you. “if you sit still I’ll give you a kiss,” you bargain, mixing up the mask in its container with the small spreader.

“3 kisses, minimum” his hands crossed across his chest, an attempt to be intimidating.

“two kisses, max, and you dont look intimidating with cinnamoroll ears, you look like a cute little bunny,” you grin, kissing his blushing cheeks before placing two kisses on his lips.

satoru remains still as you apply the mask, alternating between staring at you and fluttering his eyes shut. maybe he could go the 10 minutes without laughing.

his first mistake was asking to apply the mask to your face, because he was already wanting to giggle from just how softly you were looking at him.

“toru stop smiling it’ll crack!” you pout, watching as he fought back a smile as he spread the mask on your face.

“okay, I’m done laughing- only sad thoughts now,” he shuts his eyes, taking a deep breath and continuing to apply your mask.

his second mistake was looking at the pair of you in the mirror, bright green masks covering 95% of your faces, lips trying their hardest to not break into a smile.

you knew from the very beginning the mask would crack, it was impossible for the two of you to not smile when you were in the same room for longer than 30 seconds at a time.

for the first couple of minutes the two of you closed your eyes and relished in the silence. until satoru’s stomach cried out for help, and you had to stifle your laughter.

“you hungry?” you asked, eyes opening as you turn to look at your lover.

“no, i think i have to use the restroom,” he frowns, hands clutching his stomach as he jumped out of bed.

“oh my god,” you bit your lip, ready to give up on the face mask when satoru walks out of the restroom only a couple moments later.

“false alarm,” his face completely blank as he settles into bed next to you once more. “how much time is left?”

“6 minutes.”

“you’re lying to me, it has been much longer than four minutes!” he groans, “life is so hard when i can’t talk to my funny, amazing, beautiful, perfect, sweetheart,” he sighs.

“life is so peaceful when i can’t talk to my boyfriend,” you sigh, eyes opening and seeing satoru looking at you with the biggest frown on his face you’d ever seen, “I’m kidding! life is so terrible without my angel boy,” you reassure, a smile almost breaking onto your face.

silence settles between the two of you for a second.

“so, the weather” he asks, the two of you staring each other in the eyes before a smile breaks onto both of your faces, incessant giggles and back to back snorts filling the room as the two of you topple over in laughter.

“the weather? really?” you cry, smacking his leg as you continue laughing.

“you weren’t even talking! i was at least trying!” he laughs, tears rolling down his face as he wipes them instinctively, the mask rubbing onto his hands and making him frown.

“well the masks are ruined,” you check the timer on your phone, “how do we still have ten minutes left?” satoru asks, looking at him with a straight face when the timer goes off.

“thank god it’s over, let’s wash this off immediately so i can get my kisses” he grins, bounding over the restroom with his bunny ears flopping with him.

he’s quick to rinse his face, patting it dry with a towel before letting you do the same, watching as you moisturize your face and instruct him to do the same.

when the two of you are finally back in bed satoru looks more rejuvenated than ever, eyes bright and skin dewy as he smiled at you.

you could help but giggle, a small ‘what?’ leaving your lips as he hums in reply, taking you in his arms and pulling you as close to him as he could.

he could smell your body wash and your shampoo mixing together, he could smell his laundry detergent on his shirt that you stole. he figured this is what home smelled like.

“i love you, sweetheart,” he mumbles, placing feather kisses across your face, grinning when you laugh softly.

“i love you more, angel boy,” you sigh happily, “but you suck at skin care.”

satoru whines, falling ontop of you in protest, “next time i won’t mess it up i promise! today was just too good of a day to not laugh with my lover.”

you roll your eyes, not a hint of annoyance or attitude as you reply, “oh really? because that’s what you said the last three times we tried.”

“everyday is just perfect when it’s with you,” he grins, picking himself up and vigorously placing kisses across your face, only stopping when you push him off you gently.

“fine we’ll try again next time,” you smile, “now let’s go to sleep im exhausted.”

you didn’t really care about the masks or if they’d really help your skin or if the two of you ever made it the whole 10 minutes without messing it up.

all you cared about was spending time with your lover

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[sweetbrier2908]

HIS EYES

Lucifer

Lucifer's eyes are like two rubies on fire. There is always something in those eyes - pride, wrath, trust, fear, protection, regret - there is always something in Lucifer's eyes, there is always a burning fire in Lucifer's eyes. That is something you always know since the moment you saw him.

You know all too well that fire is going to burn you. The fire inside him is similar to the fire presented in those ruby-red eyes. The fire is going to burn you the same way it used to burn those pure white feathers. You know too well, all too well, when he looks in your eyes.

But the fire leads you to touch those fingers covered in black velvet, but the fire leads you to those cold thin lips, but the fire leads you to his bed and the fire leads him to you.

Lucifer's eyes are still two rubies on fire. For the first time ever, you have seen your reflection in that fire.

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[moongothic]

Going through the more recent SBS and I remember seeing people complain about Oda not dwelling into the implications of Tama being from the Kurozumi clan in the story, only leaving a hint in the manga and then confirming it in the SBS

And like yeah, it's a shame it wasn't really discussed in the story itself, but as Oda does say in the SBS, "How would people react if they found out that O-Tama was from the Kurozumi Family? Please use your imagination. This has been a problem throughout human history that continues to this day."

As in, yes, there is a potential story in there Oda could tell

But he has already told that story in One Piece

Multiple times

A child is not responsible for the crimes of the parent (or other relatives in this case), "evil blood" does not exist. Oda could have explored how Tama's heritage could impact her life, but we've already seen how that might play out, that Tama could've become a victim of abuse and resentment from the people of Wano despite being innocent. But then what? Either we watch Tama become a victim and suffer just to drive in a message we already know, or we end up having to spend much, MUCH longer at Wano to put more focus on a side-character's story and try to resolve the issue and stop cycle of abuse by making the people accept Tama. (And we've already had stories about that too sorta)

Like don't get me wrong, if Toei had wanted to like do a full dedicated filler episode deep diving into this subject, I think that could have been great and made for a great filler episode. It's just that considdering how bloody long Wano already was, I don't think not dwelling on Tama's heritage was a loss by any means, or a mistake in writing on Oda's part.

#Moon posting #OP Meta #OP Spoilers #Did not proof read this we die like men

[thelastsirenssong]

Thoughts on returning from a hero gala with Bakugou?

The evening was full of shouts and guffaws, pats on his back, hands that shook his in congratulations, and silent challenge, that those hands may surpass him in the future, while he smiled on. Invigorated, by the promise of getting to stand over them once again in the years to come. But as the night went on things died down, and like a true hero Deku was the last to leave, helping staff pick up after the event, and Bakugou, like a true rival, insisted on helping better than him, as a soft drizzle began outside, so that when you said your goodbyes and entered the valet car, the moon was full, and the rain mild, as you drove home, your head on his chest, his hand tangled in yours. The weather in Japan tends to turn cold with a bright and rising sun, ever characteristic of the country. But today it made the leap with cloud and distant thunder, and you tuck yourself further into his chest as you drive through the glistening city.

"You cold?" He grunts the question into your ear, and you shrug, even in the heating of the vehicle and your shivering, and he grunts again and pushes you gently off of him as you protest lightly with a soft whine.

"Aw shut the hell up, it's just for a sec." And it is, you are separated from him for just a moment as he makes quick work of his grey suit jacket, throwing it over your shoulders and scowling as he adjusts it, tugging the lapels over your chest.

"Feel better?" You look into his eyes, scarlet gone wine dark in the frigid evening storm, and his focus on you is something unfamiliar, something that reads like a rough draft of a story you already know the ending to, and you squirm, and avert your gaze, uncomfortable under the intensity.

"I guess," you mutter, and he scoffs a laugh, pulling your head back into him as you sigh, and he places his chin gently over you.

"Next time remind me not to give it to you, ungrateful ass." He's smiling, you feel it in his thumb, where it needles gently at the back of your hand.

"You have a good time?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah?"

"Was proud to see you up there."

"You fuckin' better be."

"And to see you help clean up, after the fact."

"Was just beating Deku to it."

You squeeze his hand, and he squeezes back, drawing himself closer to you, impossibly. You feel his quickened heartbeat in the grip he has on you, and you squeeze his hand again, to reassure, but his grip stays just as tight.

"Listen."

You hum in question, and you feel it, whatever nitroglycerin like substance produced by his palms stains your own fingerprints. He's breaking out into a sweat, in the frigid early winter air.

"Katsuki?"

A million lights twinkle, they all pass in a blinding blur, as the rain turns to sleet.

"Don't ever let me get soft, you hear me? 'M never not gonna be at the top, so don't let me fucking slack."

You laugh, something soft, and bright, and true. "You'll always be number one to me, Katsuki, slacking or not."

"Not the fucking point." His eyes read of nonfiction, and of fairytale, combined impossibility in the truth of his unwavering gaze. Confidence, that denotes raw honestly. He will never leave you- and he begs this silent, desperate plea: that in this car, and in the words unsaid inbetween puffed breath, you make and honor the same vow. You run your thumb over the back of his hand, and it grows hotter.

"Okay."

The sleet falls, miserable and cold, and his coat keeps you warm, while your ear to his chest does the same for his heart.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bro..... bro #< .siren under a queue moon 🌙. > #like. like. he said. forever. but. he didn't. u kno. he does that #I feel like he DOES say it eventually but he like to say things without saying them first as a test run LMAO #he's scared!!!! #not proof read WE DIE LIKE MEN!!!!

[archivomeow]

all of the silence.

read on ao3 & important posts!

description; The BAU Team flies to a small town for a case, where Spencer Reid bumps into his ex-girlfriend Raelynn, who at first doesn’t want to talk with him, but the two make up, the adult way.

important; no smut, includes little aftercare, more description and plot to lead up to the end, second chance romance, NOT PROOF READ.

The new case brought the BAU Team to a small town - Rachdelle. The flight was quite long but good enough to discuss the details of the new case.

„So, we have two women that look alike, so the unsub has a type.” JJ spoke as her eyes scanned the files in front of her.

„So his first victim looked like that or they’re surrogates.” Emily added as she looked around the room briefly. „Okay, so JJ and Alvez go to the first crime scene, David and I will go to the latest and Tara, Spencer you guys can go to the precinct and talk to the victims families.”

The Team landed and they all went their own way. Spencer and Tara headed to the precinct where they were welcomed by the Sheriff. The two got settled in, now it was time to talk with the family members of each of the victims.

“We have a professional there right now, but I will pull her put, Raelynn is a local psychologist and she sometimes helps out when it comes to talking with the families.” The Sheriff explained as he guided Tara and Spencer, the three entered the room.

The room was small, it had a couch and two chairs in it, the first victims mother, Samantha, was seated on the couch and Raelynn next to her, she had dark brown hair and was of a small build, her head turned as the three walked into the room, her eyes settled on Spencer and his settled on her.

“Samantha these are… Dr. Spencer Reid and Dr. Tara Lewis, they’re with the FBI.” The Sheriff announced, the woman nodded at his words.

Raelynn’s eyes were still stuck on Spencer, it lasted for seconds, but felt like minutes or hours even, Tara glanced between the two and excused both the Sheriff and Raelynn from the room. When the interview was over Tara and Reid went to examine their results, which was pretty much nothing, the two women lived standard, peaceful lives.

“So, they were just two regular women, where could they meet the unsub? They didn’t have specific routines, so he couldn’t predict what they’ll do, even if he did stalk them.” Tara was thinking out loud, but when she was met with silence she looked over at Reid who was deep in him thoughts. “Reid?” He looked up at her.

“Um, I’m sorry, did you say something?” He shifted in the chair, he was doing his best to focus, but his mind was elsewhere, his judgment was clouded, simply because his mind was occupied by that one interaction. He felt his heart stop when he saw her face and she recognised him as well. His Rae…

Tara sat down next to him as she changed the topic.

“So, how do you know her?”

“What?”

“That psychologist… Raelynn.”

“Oh…” He paused for a brief moment. “We’re old friends… we lost touch when she went to college…”

Tara nodded. “If you want to talk with her, you can… we won’t do much here anyway, at least not until we have more clues.”

“No… It’s fine…”

The day passed quiet fast and the investigation wasn’t doing well, it was quite late and Reid was packing his things when he noticed her again, she stayed low the whole day, she was avoiding him, it was classical Rae, she hated confrontation, so she run from it, in this case it was running from Reid.

He took his bag and approached her, cutting off her way out of the building. Her brown eyes met his and she froze in her steps.

“Let me through, Reid.” She said softly, her voice was gentle, almost a whisper, but he heard her so well in an almost empty precinct, it was empty due to shift changes.

“No…” He shook his head, his eyes scanning her face carefully. “Why are you avoiding me?” His voice was firm, he didn’t plan on backing down.

“Because I don’t want to talk… I helped with the families, but that is it… I have to get home, let me through…” So he did, he moved to the side letting her walk and he walked behind her.

“So, where do you live now?” He asked a question, walking almost in sync with Rae.

“Like 15 minutes from here…” She sighed as she stood on the sidewalk and he stood with her.

“I’m waiting for a taxi, you don’t have to stand here with me.” She looked away, her face facing the street as the wind played with her brown waves. “Come on, Rae… Let me give you a ride… You’re cold, tired… I have to drive to the hotel, might as well drop you off on my way there.” She turned her face to him, her eyebrows frowned, she didn’t look happy, but he was right, a taxi was a long wait here, always.

So Reid dropped her off, his hotel was almost next to her home, so it worked perfectly. He unpacked his bags and took a shower, his mind still stuck on Raelynn, she didn’t talk much, they haven’t seen each other in years and she had nothing to say to him? He changed into sweats and a t-shirt, his hair was messy as he reread the case files, trying his best to make sure they didn’t miss anything. It was late, after midnight when it started to rain, it was pouring, so Reid was surprised when he heard a knock on his door, he was in bed by then, trying to force himself to fall asleep.

He opened the door, to see her small figure there, her hair was wet, so was her hoodie, she shook slightly as she breathed heavily.

“Hi…”

“Rae? You’re soaking wet…” He moved back from the door letting her in. “Come on…”

She took her hoodie off, her shift underneath was not as wet so she just stayed wearing that, she tied hair up in a low bun. Rae’s makeup was messy, her mascara was smudged probably from the rain.

“What are you doing here?” He rubbed his eye as he stared at the woman in shock. He put on the kettle to make tea and in the mean time he sat next to her on his bed. She didn’t know what to say, she just stared at him for a moment, taking in everything.

“I don’t know…I— I just…” She shrugged looking down.

The two sat in silence for a moment, before Reid went to make tea, when he came back she talked more.

“You still have it, huh?” She looked down at his neck, around it was a necklace she bought him, years ago. His fingers lightly brushed against the metal as he smiled lightly.

“You know… I never thought I’d see you again… I mean the world is pretty small, what are the chances, right?” She smiled lightly as she started to drink the hot tea.

“Rae… Why are you here?”

“What do you mean? I live here…”

“I mean my hotel room, not the town…”

“Right… I- Just needed a distraction… I thought you wanted to talk.”

“I do… I just… It’s been so long I’m not sure if we have what to talk about.”

“Oh… Okay…”

“I- I didn’t mean it like that… I just…”

“It’s fine.” She rolled her eyes as she got up from her seat. “I can just go… Good luck with the investigation.” She put down the half empty cup and walked out.

She didn’t go far as Reid went after her, the rain managed to soak her again, he grabbed her shoulder turning her around, his other hand landed on her waist as the two stared at each other.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that.” He whispered glancing at her lips, she glanced at his, in silence for a moment as she pulled him in for a kiss. The rain was still pouring as the two made out in the empty parking lot.

“Come back in…” Spencer whispered his face still close to hers as she breathed heavily.

Rae layed down in his hotel bed, sheets covering her body, her head rested on Reids chest as his fingers gently brushed through her hair and his other hand caressed her shoulder.

#spencer reid blurb #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #dr spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #!! spencer reid x original female character !! #fanfic #fanfiction #not proof read #no beta we die like men #no beta read

[nuclearanomaly]

9 – Fair

wc. 1389 | Post Endwalker, pre 6.1 ​

Ninira Nira, Warrior of Light, hero and saviour of the world does everything within her power to keep the people she loves safe. Tataru Taru, fashion designer, coin keeper, and notorious blackmailer, keeps Ninira safe.

Tataru Taru sat patiently in the elaborate sitting room. It was impressive, she thought, that they had been able to find and furnish such a property in such a short period of time. Though, knowing Ul'dahn merchants it was probably more likely that they had simply maintained ownership of the property despite being out of the country for the better part of 30 summers, give or take. Tataru still hadn’t found exact documentation of the couple’s leaving. 

She had only begun to make her move once she had finished wrapping up her details with the disbandment of the Scions, and once she had established where exactly the merchant couple had settled. She was pleased, and if not grateful, they had chosen a return to Ul'dah. She had briefly considered involving Estinien; an intimidating presence would have only helped her cause. But involving him required explanation. While she may have been able to get him to keep the details of this excursion secret, prying him away from Radz-at-Han would surely have caught Ninira’s attention. And beyond anything Tataru knew Ninira could not be involved in any way. 

She had sent the letter requesting an audience a fortnight past. Fortunately, with a few extra string-pulls her request from Tataru Taru’s Boutique for the organization of a deal for a supplier of dye for her skyrocketing fashion business had been worded in such a way that was sure to catch their eye, and catch it it did. Approval of the meeting, and a time had been sent back to her, exactly as she expected. And though she had been waiting a while in the sitting room, that was also to be expected, it was part of the game. The game that Tataru Taru had fooled them into thinking she was playing, a game that she was going to turn on it’s head. 

The Lalafellin couple entered, dressed in elaborate clothing and fine silks they radiated exquisiteness, perfection. Though Tataru felt smug knowing she had seen them a little more frazzled in Old Sharlayan after their arrival amidst the other Thavnarian refugees. Understandable, after the ordeal they went through, though she knew they deserved none of her sympathies. 

They took seats in the elaborate chairs across from her, impassive and professional as they regarded her. “Tataru Taru, of Tataru Taru’s Boutique I presume?” The lady spoke her voice cool, her tone suggesting she had perhaps expected more of the owner of a fashion business. 

Tataru smiled pleasantly. “Yes, what a pleasure it is to finally make your acquaintance. Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to meet with me.”

The discussion began, amicably enough. Tataru laying out what she was looking for and what she expected for her business, while they responded in kind. What Tataru was waiting for, however, was the right question, the perfect opportunity to spring her trap and finally it came.

“If I may ask, how you happened to hear of us?” Tataru had learned quickly that the lady handled most of the talking. “We were not long back in Ul’dah when we received your letter, not many clients had heard fully of our move. It is impressive you knew where to find us.”

Tataru smiled. “While my business may be newly budding I have been keeping an eye on potential collaborators for a while now.” She admitted sweetly. “I happened to hear about you from… another under your employment at the time. Rurutsu Rutsu I believe her name was.”

This gave them pause, and though they remained mostly impassive Tataru clocked the brief look of shock on their face.

“I encountered her a while back now. Poking around in my business looking for answers regarding her clients missing daughter.”

The Lady’s eyes narrowed.

“If you’re wondering why you haven’t heard from her, fret not. While she came to no harm we came to a very quick understanding that should she continue to try and follow through on her clients request she would meet dire consequences. I compensated her for her work, as was deserved. Her contract with you is now void and she will not be speaking with you in the future.”

“You dare interfere with private–”

Tataru cut her off. “Hardly private. Apparently your contract contained no requests for privacy in the matter of your search for your daughter, so Rurutsu was very kind to disclose what details she knew of the request and you, to me.”

“The bitch.” The lady had gone so red faced with anger that her fake tan appeared splotchy, Tataru noticed, amused.

“She seems very capable, you hired a good hand so I suppose you don’t need me to tell you how foolish it would be to try and track her down. After that encounter, however, I started conducting some very thorough research. About you, your move from Ul'dah to Radz-at-Han, your attempts to exploit and control the import market on alchemical goods, your profits, your work ethic, your reputation and regard for your employees and clients, and of course your daughter. Incredible how she went missing so long ago and how unphased you seemed by that news of her disappearance, or even possibly her death.”

They both regarded her coolly. 

“The only puzzle I admit I have not yet figured out is why the sudden reinterest in her wellbeing.” Tataru shook her head. “Not that it matters. You’re not stupid and I suspect you have puzzled out a few new possible answers for her on your own. This is where I come in. I’m not here to talk about my business or yours. I’m here to strike a much different deal.”

“The Warrior of Light,” Tataru was not about to hand them Ninira’s name. True it would be easy enough to find if they wished it. Many people knew her identity, but Tataru was not about to let it be known from her. “Blessedly, remembers nothing about either of you. And I intend to keep it that way.” 

“As you may be aware from your brief stay over in Sharlayan—yes I was aware of you then as well—The Scions of the Seventh Dawn, saviors of the star, are a group of powerful individuals.” While the disbandment of the scions was official in the public eye she highly doubted either of these individuals had heard the news, or paid it any mind if they had. 

“Even more powerful are their connections. We have a well established repertoire with the city leaders, their soldiers, merchants, craftsmen, spanning the entire star. As official secretary to the scions I have dealt with many of these individuals personally and have their favour should I ever need to call upon it.”

Neither of the other Lalafell had so much as moved while she spoke, though Tataru suspected that should the lady narrow her eyes much further they would be reduced to slits. 

“I’ll cut to the chase. Consider this a cease and desist. If I catch so much as a hint that you have started to take action in the search for your daughter again. If I catch word that the Warrior of Light has become even marginally aware of your existence. I will not only end your business but I will crush your finances and scrape you for every last Gil of your worth.”

The lady’s hands had balled to fists in her lap, knuckles white. Even the man furrowed his brow at this remark.

“You may think my threats are hollow but I have it on good authority that the Saatrap of Radz-at-Han, the place you called home for so long, is willing to bring any and all documents of your time there to light. Whatever is needed to ensure the protection of the Warrior of Light.”

This made the man pale slightly and the lady sucked in a sharp breath. “You would do no such thing.” She hissed.

“I would. You have my word.” Tataru smiled sweetly. “My demands are simple. You will never talk to, try to talk to, reach out to, or attempt to communicate with the Warrior of Light. Aside from that I have little care for what you do. Grow your wealth and bask in whatever comfort it brings you. But do so knowing that I will personally take every last bit from you should you ever break my terms. A fair deal is it not?”

#ffxivwrite2023 #Tataru Taru #Ninira Nira #(mentioned) #and then I went as vague as I could bc I really don't feel like trying to name Nini's parents right now #you do not fuck with tataru taru #I love her and I especially love the idea that she is quietly keeping Nini safe from her nasty parents #meanwhile Nini is oblivious and will never know #I've been uh ignoring new prompts while working on a different one #and had initially ignored this too but it really said look u can do this with it and then I blacked out and wrote my longest fill so far #sorry no proof reading we post and die like men #writing: mine

[machathecat]

Just had an idea dhhshq

So you know I HC that Argos can speak french

What if he wrote a gay ass fic of him n Mr plant in french so no one could know what it meant on a random paper but somehow accidentally end up leaving it to Mr plant house on accident and then Mr plant stares at Google translate for a whole ass half hour processing the shit

#Bonus point if the fic is suggestive-ish #I don't know where I was going with this im sorry 😭 #twomp #This wasn't proof read btw. I came up with most of that one the spot We Die Like Men

[pullakori]

Febuwhump 2023

Day 13. Forced to hurt a loved one

alt 3. Soft words

TW: Mentions of dub-con and thretened non-con

Also, a/b/o

Sequel to day 11.

It felt like Charles' head was full of cotton and his limbs were too heavy to move. He had no idea where he was, other than somewhere soft and warm. His telepathy was as tired as his body was, he could barely feel any kind of presence from the minds nearby. He wanted to fall asleep again, but something at the back of his mind was telling him that he had to get up and get away. But what was it? Why did he need to run..?

And then the memories of Shaw and the forced heat hit him. Charles could feel aches in his body that wouldn't be there if he would have been successfull fighting him off again. He found enough energy to move his hand and feel around his neck, only to feel a fresh bite mark there. A broken sob escaped his mouth as panic started to settle in.

No. No, no nonono! This couldn't be happening!

There was a voice, speaking to him, but he didn't register it. Only when a hand touched his shoulder, did he even realize that someone else was there.

Charles recoiled from the touch, throwing himself back as far as his arms and legs could push him and the covers would let him. To his surprise, the hand didn't try to stop him and when he finally managed to open his eyes, he didn't see Shaw, like he had anticipated, but Erik. Erik, who was holding his hands up and speaking something, that Charles couldn't hear from the static in his ears.

"Erik?" His own voice sounded strange in his ears. Was he dreaming? How was Erik here?

"It's okay Charles, you're safe now. You're home." Erik spoke gently. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a grey sweatshirt.

"Home?" Only then did Charles look around. He wasn't in the bedroom inside Shaw's submarine anymore. It took him few moments, but eventually, he recogniced the room as one of the manor's guest rooms. "What happened?" How did they end up in his childhood home?

"Shaw is dead. You helped me kill him." Erik told him, putting his hands down as Charles' panic subdued a little. "Do you remember that?" Charles closed his eyes, trying to remember. But every time he seemed to be close to recall something, it slipped away from him.

"It's all... Foggy, impossible to hold." Charles tried to explain and opened his eyes again. Erik's expression was strange, pained.

"He had dozed you with something that had forced your body into a heat." That Charles knew. He had fought the daze of heat the first time, but this second time... The omega touched the mating bite on his neck again and his body felt cold, despite the duvet and the pajamas some one had put on him. He hadn't been strong enough...

Shaw might be dead, but Charles would wear his mark forever. Despite his efforts, he wasn't able to keep his breathing steady.

"You were dying." Erik's voice was shaky as he kept speaking. "You would have died had I not-" Those cut off words made the omega look up with wide eyes. He managed to see how the alpha's eyes were filling with tears just before he hanged his head down. "I'm sorry Charles." He sounded like a man waiting for his judgement, but Charles could only stare at him as his earlier words sank in.

It had been Erik. Erik had bonded with him and bit him. Erik was his alpha.

"You..." Charles tried to speak, but his words were cut off by what was something between a sob and hysterical laugh. This also got Erik's attention, making him lift his head.

"Charles?" He asked, confused and slightly worried frown on his face as Charles tried to calm himself enough to explain.

"I thought that Shaw-" He couldn't finish the thought. It was too terrible to say, but Erik must have known what he meant, horror making his face pale.

"No!" He hurried to assure the omega. "He didn't touch you." He promised and Charles could hear a slight alpha growl under his voice.

A shiver ran through the telepath's body. He was still exhausted and the emotional turmoil that he had just went through made him even more so. But his body was aching for its alpha, demanding to be close to him after a bonding. But Erik was keeping his distance, clearly unsure weather he was wanted or not. Or maybe, and Charles' stomach sank from the idea, he didn't want to be close to the omega. He had been forced to bond with Charles to save him, no matter what he wanted.

The telepath owed his life to Erik, the least he should give him was some space. But the ache was becoming painflull and after spending weeks chained on Shaw's bed and surrounded by his stench, he was desperate for any kind of comfort. So he pushed himself up enough to slump closer to the alpha, who let out a startled noise and backed away slightly, before Charles moved his hand closer to him and looking at him witj pleading eyes. Erik looked at his hand and then in his eyes. Charles wondered if he felt similiar ache too, or at least something, from their bond.

Erik swallowed and slowly moved to first take Charles' hand and then moving to lie on his side close to the omega, but leaving some space between. Charles knew he was pushing it, but he couldn't help himself. He pushed himself closer again, but he didn't make it far by himself before Erik moved closer instead and wrapped his arms around Charles.

The ache in the omega's heart was instantly soothed as he was embraced by his alpha and he could breathe in his scent. He moved his own arm around the metalbender's waist and his other hand to hold his shirt.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, but Charles could feel how tense Erik was and the guilt about the whole situation became too much.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, keeping his eyes glued on Erik's chest, unable to look up and see what would most likely be resentment in his eyes. But what little he got through his telepathy, Erik only felt surprised and remorseful.

"No, Charles. None of this is your fault." He assured Charles, stroking the smaller man's hair and back. "And I'm the one who should apologise, even though its nowhere close enough to make this right." Charles drew back, just enough to look Erik in the eyes.

"You saved me." He argued, but Erik shook his head.

"By forcing you to bond with me." The alpha's voice was almost desperate and Charles moved his hand that had been clutching his shirt to gently touch Erik's cheek. The simple touch seemed to be close to shattering his whole world.

"But also by forcing yourself to bond with me." Charles responded.

And that was true, they had both been forced into this situation without their premission or input. And here they were laying face to face, their hearts completely open. Maybe it was their bond settling or Charles' telepathy recovering, but he could feel small snippets of Erik's thoughts. Too forgiving. He deserves so much better. Wanted to court him. To take things slow. To do this on our own terms. Charles felt tears gathering in his eyes as he smiled at his alpha.

"I would have liked that too." He whispered and Erik took a hold of his wrist and kissed his palm.

They kept holding hands and Erik stroked Charles' wrist with his thumb, bedore he looked down at it and frowned slightly. Lost weight...

"You need something to eat." He decided and moved to stand up. He bearly made it out of bed though, when Charles let out a distressed whine without meaning to. The omega's cheeks flamed as Erik immidiately sat back down and took his hand again, but the mere idea of being alone right now made Charles sick.

"Please don't go..." He pleaded and saw Erik's eyes soften before the alpha laid back down, under the covers this time.

"Okay. I'll stay." He promised Charles as he gathered him close once again.

The exhaustion was starting to get the better of the omega, but he still hugged Erik back as tightly as he could. "Shhhh. It's okay, you're safe." Erik murmured to his ear as he began to troke his back and hair again. The warmth of the alpha's body and mind lulled Charles closer and closer to sleep. Erik kept speaking softly, until the telepath fell asleep again. "Everything is going to be alright."

#once again no proof reading #it's way too late #we die like men #charles whump #febuwhump 2023 #cherik #a/b/o #my writing

[pupkashi]

scrapbooks

satoru doesn’t get the point of scrapbooks, until he does

a/n: hi hi ! wrote this silly little thing on a whim, i hope u guys like it !! plz let me know what y’all think :3

wordcount: 1,013

masterlist

satoru claims he’s not a sentimental person.

what’s so great about life that you’d want to be reminded of daily tasks?

he never kept receipts, he never took pictures, never kept any souvenirs. saturo was simply not a nostalgic or sentimental person

you were the most sentimental person he’d ever met.

every outing he’d ever seen you at you were talking selfies with friends, stuffing receipts in your pockets and any other little things. he still recalls the look on your face when he caught you shoving a small flower into your bag, ‘it’s for my scrapbook’ you had explained, smiling up at him nervously.

life is so fleeting, why wouldn’t you want to remember every passing moment with those you love and care for?

anytime the two of you left tokyo for missions together, he always ended up in a gift shop, him trailing you as you bought souvenirs for the others, getting yourself a postcard to write on, documenting the day and placing it in a box in your room.

satoru wasn’t sentimental, until he found himself falling in love.

he found himself pulling his phone out a bit more often, “pose guys!” he grinned, the camera already flashing as his friends laughter echoed in his ears, your giggles making his smile grow even wider.

after the two of you went to watch a movie together, he caught himself putting the ticket stub gently behind his black card in his wallet. the polaroid picture of the two of you from last month staring him in the face anytime he opened his wallet.

he has a pressed rose petal nestled in the pages of his brand new scrapbook, a reminder of the day he asked you to be his.

you didn’t catch onto his antics until after one of your dates, satoru reaching for the receipt before you could.

“oh! can i keep it?” you giggled, “I wanna put in my scrapbook rather than you just throwing it out.” satoru’s ears burning red as he held the receipt.

in the two seconds he stared at the receipt his mind raced. what should he say? ‘no i wanna keep this to remember this date years to come’ or maybe ‘yeah sure.’ does he play it cool? should he keep his newfound nostalgic side a secret?

“i wasn’t gonna throw it out” he smiled sheepishly, “i started uh keeping stuff.”

“really?”

“really” he laughs, smiling at you when your mouth hangs open a bit. “is it so hard to believe that i would have a scrapbook of my own?” he pouts.

“you have a scrapbook?” you grin, eyes widening. satoru’s blush only grew deeper, lips pouting a bit as he turned to look to the side.

“i mean yeah it’s not anything crazy” he mumbles, fiddling with the receipt in his hands, “sometimes you just wanna remember things or whatever.”

you found it hard to believe that the man sat across from you was the same one who had groaned when you made him stop for souvenirs on your first mission together.

“did you replace my satoru? should i be concerned right now?” you tease, narrowing your eyes at him.

satoru can only roll his eyes, stuffing the receipt into his pocket before standing up and holding his hand out for you.

“so I’m your satoru now?” he smiles, the bright red reducing itself to a tinge of pink as he teases you, his usual cockiness returning with the glint in his eyes.

“we are dating aren’t we?” you quipped, eyes narrowing at him as the two of you walked into the warm air outside. “or are you trying to imply you aren’t mine” you pout, a dramatic sigh leaving your lips as you turn to face opposite satoru.

“cmon sweetheart you know I’m all yours” he smiles, his arm wrapping around your waist and much too easily pulling you into his chest. “no one else for me but you,” his words sincere as they settle on your ears, your heart thumping against your rib cage as you smile up at him.

satoru wishes he could capture the look in your eyes, the glimmer of galaxies that he could spend hours on end exploring. he wishes he could have this moment engraved into his heart and never forget even a second of the day.

but then again, he thinks that anytime he’s around you. he wishes he could keep photos of everytime you smile, he wishes he could record every second of your laughter and tattoo the way you smile up at him when he flusters you.

life with you moved quickly in the best ways possible, he found the moments around you too fleeting for his liking.

satoru found himself taking pictures and videos anytime the two of you were out or together, a whole album full of you and whatever the two of you were doing. his scrapbook is slowly filling up with receipts, letters, flower petals, and everything that makes up your relationship.

and it’s as he’s snapping a picture of you reading, in the comfort of your shared home that he finally understands.

love is what makes life so great.

you are what makes life so amazing. you make him want to remember every second of everyday. you make him want to recall the dozens of times the two of you stood at the kitchen sink, washing and drying dishes. you made him want to cherish the normalcy of everyday life and fleeting moments.

satoru gojo is sentimental.

and he’s reminded of that with every picture he takes of his students, friends and his lover. he’s reminded of the fact when he stuffs receipts into his pockets and souvenirs into the shopping cart.

more importantly, he’s reminded of that when he’s looking at you, like you hung the moon and painted the sky full of stars. he’s trying his best to memorize your every feature, the shape and tint of your lips and the hue of your eyes.

satoru gojo was in love, and it made him want to remember every second of everyday.

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"well," he says, working to keep his voice level. keep the jealousy tempered. now is not the time for it. "i suppose if you get truly desperate you could just...do it again."

"do what?" she asks. she knows what. she means to make him say it.

"bring him back."

she stares at the new headstone. the freshly disturbed earth. "even for me, bringing a life back from death is no easy feat," she says. softer, she adds, "it nearly broke him the first time. those little pieces that stayed behind; cracks in the psyche that never mended properly."

"he didn't want you to, did he?" he asks. he knows the answer. he means to make her say it.

"swear on the kid you won't fucking do that shit again," she quotes.

"did you?"

"it was the only thing he ever truly asked of me."

"but did you mean it?"

"i had no choice."

he raises an eyebrow, smirks just a little, and dares to place a hand on the small of her back and step closer. "my dear if there's one thing i know to be true, it's that you fought and bled and occasionally even died to get yourself the freedom of choice."

he's not attempting to flatter. it still works, just a bit.

"then, i suppose, i'm choosing to love him enough to give him this," she says.

the two lapse once more into silence. he removes his hand from her back, and for the first time since the day began, she turns to look at him.

"why did you come?" she asks. she thinks she knows why. she doesn't think she wants to hear it. she needs to hear it.

"there was once a time my being here would have been to gloat," he says, and she is unsurprised. "but i think now... it felt necessary."

confusion dances across her face, gone in an instant.

"necessary?"

"no one else knew him like you and i," he says, "no one else will give a damn about his passing, and given so much of our time spent together was by necessity, it felt like this was just... one last requirement."

anger. gone as fast as the confusion.

"requirement?" it stays in her voice.

he looks at her. "we only dealt with each other because of you and the girl, it's no secret we never became friends. it feels like a requirement to be here, to send him off, but if i'm honest. it also feels like the right thing to do. like book ends, i suppose."

the anger dissipates. she turns back to the headstone. she doesn't disagree. she won't admit it. not here, not now. not when it feels like conceding even the tiniest bit of power to him.

for all he's done over the years, he has not earned the right to have any power over her. not anymore. not ever again. the two of them will move forward, as equals, or not at all.

but now is not the time or place for that discussion either.

instead, she says, "would you like to get coffee?"

#nolo #no proof reading no context we post and die like men #anyway. bout to drop this on discord check this post for the agonies i've unleashed upon one person.

[moongothic]

Do you ever start a project, thinking it'd be a fun thing to make, only to realize halfway through you hate and have literally no use for it and then get stuck unsure what the fuck you should do with it

Yeah

This is my Bag of Regrets

Okay so around March of 2023 I made my first-ever crochet bag out of the leftover yarn I had from my Blanket of Darkness. I loved how that bag turned out, but even then I realized I could've done a better job had I lined the bag, which I should've done really early into the project.

So.

I ended up with a bunch of this super thin cotton yarn, in a few colors. We're not gonna talk about how I got the yarn, I just ended up with it. And I did not know what to do with it, because the pink and the dark maroon-y color just are not my colors, at all. I do not like them what-so-ever. And so like, I had to figure out something to do with the yarn, didn't wanna waste it. And for some god damn reason I thought I could practise making more crochet bags using this yarn.

Like in theory, this was a fine idea.

But I don't even like pink, what the fuck am I going do with this god damn thing now.

But I was a fucking idiot and did not think about that fact until I was like 80% done with it

Anyway, I thought it'd be fun to try doing a checkerboard pattern on the tiny crochet bag. This was a huge mistake. I don't know what the fuck it was about it, but I had the worst time of my life trying to make sure the squares were even, with the same amount of rows and that the corners met at the right spots- like sometimes I made the right amount of rows but the corners didn't meet at all and sometimes I did the wrong amount of rows but the corners did meet. It was a fucking nightmare to crochet. I had a horrible time. Making the front and back panels took me months and I had to restart it so many times just to get it right. It was bad, I hated it man

Also, by the way. I don't mind working with thin yarn at all, but because this was a thin COTTON yarn, I just. The yarn has no stretch, it is hard. Working with it made me feel like I was going to cut off my left finger as the yarn was rubbing against it as I was crocheting.

The bottom piece of the bag was done in that dark purple-maroon-y color with... I can't even remember what stitch I did, it was something Alt Knots has a video tutorial for on their YouTube though

But, I made the three crochet panels

Then I cut out the piece of fabric I would hand-sew the crochet pieces onto. I have a ton of this red-brown fabric that I have no idea wha to do with, and I figured it would work fine for this (since you're not supposed to see this fabric anyways) so I cut the pieces from it

Pinned the pieces down and then I just sewed the pieces onto the fabric. I decided to use sewing thread so it'd blend into the crochet better (being a fine thread and all), using white for the checker board pieces and a dark red/maroon-y color for the bottom piece

Forgot to take a photo of the bottom piece but it's fine, you get the idea

Then I cut out the lining fabric. I didn't really have any fabric that would actually match the checker board crochet at all, and I didn't want to buy anything so I chose to use this black fabric (with itty bitty roses) for lining

Cut the pieces and pinned them down facing each other

I think I originally wanted to do the sewing by hand for a cleaner look but I wasn't happy with it, so after I did my innitial hand-stitching I went over it with a sewing machine, getting as close to the crochet but without sewing over it. And after checking it was okay, I cut the excess fabric and did some clean up to help keep the fabric from fraying.

Folded the pieces inside out and they were looking decent!

Now yes, I did still have to hand-sew one side shut for each piece, but it wasn't a big deal, though sadly because I had to make sure the handsewing wasn't visible on the outside of the bag, this was going to be a visible flaw on the lining anyways

You can see what I mean on the top edge of the bigger piece (with the white thread)

In hindsight I probably could've sewn the edge shut with a mattress stitch or something instead of going through all the fabric, but alas, I was stupid and didn't not realize this at the time

Sidenote I took like 5 month break from this project after finishing the front and back piece but before I did the bottom piece. Because yeah, this was around when I realized I hated what I was making and that I had no idea what the fuck I was gonna do with it once it was done. And I just could not get myself to even look at it, for months. And it HAUNTED me, made me feel bad about not having completed it every dang day. But yeah, finally in March I got back to it after finishing my last crochet blanket. Because I wanted to start another project but I did not want to start anything before finishing this fucking thing so yeah.

(Oh yeah I also I grabbed some metal accessories from my mom's stash that I attached to the bottom piece, so the bag can have a widdle handle)

With the pieces all done, it was finally time to sew them together. And this I was going to do by hand sewing them with a mattress stitch. I started by just attaching the smaller piece to the bottom, making sure it was centered right, and carefully sewed it together, starting from the middle and making my way up the sides, one at a time.

I did very specifically do sewing on the red-brown fabric

And it was looking good, according to plan!

Did the bigger piece the same way, and then all I had to do...

...Was clean up, by mattress stitching the crochet pieces together. Chose to use white because I figured I'd rather have small amounts of white peeking through on the bottom piece than have the dark red/purple on the front pieces. Though thankfully the white yarn isn't even that noticable, it sinked into the stitches quite nicely

With that done, I did this one final little touch-up. On checker crochet pieces you could kind of see my starting row, as the row had quite large holes in it. And I wasn't a huge fan of how it looked, so I just took some of the white yarn and wove it into the loops to fill it out

One final thing I did but didn't bother documenting was the strap. I did considder crocheting it, and even started it, but I did not like the stitch I was trying to use for it, and at this point I was so fucking done with the project I couldn't be bothered. I had some white cotton ribbon with nothing to do with it, so I decided to just grab some of that to make a lil strap. It's... not great, it's just that the ribbon is quite thin so it FEELS really flimsy. But I had reached the "I don't give a fuck anymore" stage and so. Yeah whatever

My shitty little bag of regrets is done. Yay.

I probably could've done something to clean the edges of the bag better because you can see the red-brown fabric peeking through, but... Like I can't think of what I could do to fix that, and again, I'm at the point where I don't have the energy to even try anymore

It's done, and that's what matters

Probably throwing it in the trash because what else am I gonna do with it

(Final note; I did have left-over yarn from this, but I used that yarn to make tiny mesh fruit/grocery bags. Ones I will actually use! Yay)

#Moon posting #Yarncraft Diary #Crochet #Crochetblr #Yarnblr #Mandatory ''This started out as a DIY Blog first and foremost'' Disclaimer #Also yeah I finished this god forsaken thing months ago but did not have it in me to post about it #Do not let me start dubious projects ever again. This was a massive waste of time #Did not proof read this we die like men