#:: soo's bookshelf

[library-child]

[crosswordgf]

today’s thrifting finds

bookshelf !

little braided basket shaped like a duck

two shirts

really fun fur hat

4 little table cloth things to put under a plate

[bookshelf-dust]

hello, my darling! i just wanted to check up on you, how have you been, baby?

spencer, my love!! it’s very sweet of you to check up on me. i’ve been a mess, to say the least, but it’s alright. my semester is almost through though, so that’s good. how about you, honey? how are you? <33

[rozecrest]

this is a great song

[taskedbyheaven]

lol and i thought obx4 was gonna be my biggest stress abt october 10th. i dont even wanna speak it into existence like i had to knock on wood just thinking abt it but this storm is so serious im actually shitting bricks

[dollishmehrayan]

- 𐔌 . OUR HOUSE IS A VERY VERY VERY VERY FINE HOUSE, WITH TWO CATS IN THE YARD .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ── .✦ ( jujutsu kaisen boys as girl or boy dad )

𝜗𝜚 dollish note : this is my first jjk write and I’m soo happy about it like genuinely I don’t know if you guys will enjoy it but I’m going to try and serve you guys well w this, tw! This is just my opinion and silly write by me anyways hope this doesn’t flop heh…. 😓 ✦

© dollishmehrayan — ( all rights reserved to me. These works cannot be reposted, translated, or modified. Thank you for understanding dollies! )

GOJO SATORU – GIRL DAD TO HIS CORE ── .✦

Let’s be honest. This man was built to be a girl dad. (We all know this stop arguing yes megumi but still)

Fluffy pigtails? He learns how to braid hair from a YouTube video and suddenly becomes a PROFESSIONAL STYLIST THAT GRADUATED FROM COSMETOLOGY SCHOOL.

Tea parties? He’s attending in a full suit and tie.

“Daddy, I want to fly.” Say less he’s 20 feet in the air doing flips with her in his arms like a sorcerer ( he is ).

Also? No boy could survive having two Gojo Satorus in one household. The laws of physics would collapse AND YOU WOULD BE DRIVEN CRAZY.

GETO SUGURU – BOY DAD AND GIRL DAD OH DUDE, HE’S SOFT ── .✦

( but I wanna see him as a boy dad for this one since we already saw him as a girl dad )

This man? A boy dad through and through. But not in the “go outside and throw a football” way. Noo way more then that.

He’s the "let me teach you to be kind in a cruel world" dad.

Long talks. Quiet moments. They meditate together. They learn compassion.

Matching man buns? YES. The drip is generational ON EVERYBODY getting that hairstyle.

When he teaches his son about curses, it’s soft-voiced, full of wisdom, like bedtime stories with moral lessons.

He wants his boy to be strong but even more than that? To be good and compassionate, a man is best strong when he knows how to wield his emotions.

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI – GIRL DAD. RELUCTANT AT FIRST, BUT THEN... WHOLEHEARTEDLY ── .✦

At first? He’s terrified. Tiny baby girl in his arms? His stoic brain MALFUNCTIONS.

“She’s so small what do I do?”

But then she wraps her little fingers around one of his, and he’s like, “Oh. I’d kill for her. I’d die for her. I’d do both in the same breath.”

Fast forward a few years? He’s letting her ride his divine dogs like ponies.

She’s got one of his hoodies on and a tiny wooden sword. She's CHARGING into battle. He’s clapping. Filming it.

She is his tiny queen and he is her loyal knight. No questions asked ( HE WOULD BE A GOOD DAD THEY ALL WOULD BE )

ITADORI YUJI – BOTH. YES. MULTI-CLASSING DAD ── .✦

HE’S GOT THE RANGE.

Give him a son? Bet he’s teaching him how to make treehouses and so on.

Give him a daughter? He’s letting her paint his nails pink while they watch cartoons and he’s crying at the plot twist like, “WAIT SHE WAS A PRINCESS THIS WHOLE TIME??”

Yuji gives equal dad energy to everyone.

His kids are always laughing. Because he is the joy.

And you know what else? He’s the type to pull up to every recital, game, or event in a custom “#1 DAD” shirt. No shame. Loud and proud.

NANAMI KENTO – ULTIMATE GIRL DAD. PERIOD ── .✦

THE APRON. THE HAIR CLIPS. THE GENTLE “PLEASE DON’T RUN WITH SCISSORS, SWEETHEART.”

He’s the most refined, protective, put-together girl dad in the JJK-verse. (He’s living happily in Malaysia in my heart)

Goes to every parent-teacher conference in a full suit.

His daughter is learning multiplication by age 4, sipping juice boxes while correcting herself.

On weekends? Pancakes. Jazz music. Quality time. She’s got a bookshelf before she has a Barbie doll LIKE AWHHH.

You THINK he’d be strict, but no he’s just firm, kind, and always there. Always.

[juliet-017]

Reprisal - A.M.

Abraxas Malfoy x Fem!Gryffindor!reader

Minors DNI!

Warnings: cheating!! both parties, slight misogyny, semi-public sex, risk of being caught, Abraxas is like super arrogant (Draco on steroids), marking, choking, implied size kink, oral (both ways), unprotected p in v, creampie (+contraceptive charm)

Synopsis: After your boyfriend, Arcturus Black, cheats on you more times than the hairs you have on your head you decide that you're finally done with him. And what better way to signify that than sleeping with his best friend?

a/n: I needed a fic for the loml Abraxas Malfoy so bad guys so here we are. Thank you @viperify and @neptunemma for helping fuel my Abraxas addiction and for the Malfoy family in general. Anyways I hope you guys enjoy bc if you do I'll write for him more in the future !!

Part 2!!

wc: 2.4k

Arcturus Black has pissed you off for the last time. Sure, he’s rich, his family well known but you can't bring yourself to put up with his bullshit anymore after seeing him kissing a girl whilst fully sober for the… what time is it?

It doesn't matter, she's just some no-name a year younger than the both of you, probably just some stage where he'd get bored and come running back to you. Or were you the stage? A middle finger to his family? A rebellious phase? You weren't thinking black and white on this fine evening, deciding to find a way to get under his skin, finally get back at him after being so submissive to him for so long.

Abraxas Septimus Malfoy. One of the only boys who could even try to match up with any of the Blacks, and the best option too. After all, you heard him run his mouth about all the Gryffindor pussy he's gotten countless times, and whether it was talk or not, it intrigued you enough to force a pursuit.

It doesn't take long to find him in the library, conversing with Riddle. Hovering around a bookshelf you peer at them, trying to find the right timing. Biting the inside of your cheek you retract, tidying your appearance before rounding the corner with a clearing of your throat.

They both silence themselves quickly, Riddle glaring while Abraxas holds a curious gaze. “Abraxas, may I have a word?” You ask, being sure to hold a certain level of poise.

The two look between each other, some sort of silent communication before Tom seemingly dismisses Abraxas, a smug expression on the latters face as he approaches you. He looms over you, causing you to look up at him. “Need something that your little prince can't provide?” He drawls mockingly.

“Fuck off.” You hiss, crossing your arms to pout.

He shakes his head, leaning up against the bookcase with his hands in his pockets. “Careful, sweetheart, don't you know about playing nice?” He purrs, reaching out with a hand to play with a strand of your hair.

You huff, glancing around before speaking up. “I'm done with Black.” The words come suddenly, even shocking yourself. “I've put up with far too much from him.”

He nods, appraising you. “Soo, what does that have to do with me?”

Running your tongue over your teeth, you plan your next word. Mirroring him slightly you tilt your head to the side. “I want to give him a taste of his own medicine.”

“Oh? And by that you mean?” Abraxas asks, his tone haughty as he raises a brow.

“Don't act like you haven't been begging to get into my knickers for months now.” You snap. “Talking about all the Gryffindor girls you bed and how adventurous they are. I'm not stupid.”

“So you aren't as dumb as I thought.”

You open your mouth, agape and about to retort before he cracks one of his rare grins. “I'm only having some fun.”

“Well, I don't appreciate being the butt of a joke. I mean I knew you were an arrogant twat but Merlin-.” Abraxas moves quickly, putting a hand against your neck and running a thumb over your carotid artery.

“Your heart is racing, love.” He states bluntly before reaching down to take your forearm into his grip. “Let's get somewhere a bit more private, hm?” He starts to guide you before you rip your arm free.

“Rumors will be bad enough if I get seen simply walking grounds with you, I'm not letting you guide me around like some pet.” You spat, taking walking beside him.

“You sure you wouldn't like that? You look rather like a meek little kitten on Black’s arm.” He taunts, his signature smirk taking over his face. “Rather pretty when you don't run your mouth.”

“Bastard.” You retort, slowing to a stop.

“At least I know what I'm doing with my cock.” He muses. “You looked ever so disappointed whenever leaving Arcturus’ dorm, was a bloody shame I couldn't have ravished you after every single time.” Crowding you, Abraxas traps you up against a corridor wall. “Your boyfriend on the other hand only has money and his name, nothing that'll make his future wife too fascinated.”

Before you can respond you lurch, feeling yourself be yanked and pulled into the closet room. You gather your surroundings in a bewildered state before Abraxas locks the door, finding yourself in an office.. Dumbledore's office. “What the hell, Malfoy?” You ask abruptly, stumbling back from him.

“You said yourself that you didn't want to be seen with me so I had to think of something quick.” Abraxas responds, taking a hand and running it through your hair. “Gryffindor idiocy will never fail to amuse me.” He hums before closing the small distance. “Now let's put that mouth to better use, huh?”

His other hand cups your jaw, running a thumb over your lips before prompting with his thumb. You comply, letting him slip his thumb into your mouth as you swirl your tongue around it teasingly, looking up at him doe-eyed.

He hums, allowing you to continue before backing you up against the closest wall, his knee finding a place between your thighs. The friction makes you moan, Abraxas takes the opportunity to withdraw his thumb, a small string of saliva connecting the two.

He starts working on your neck, leaving light pecks and nips as he unclasps your cloak before moving to undo your tie.

You roll your hips, lost in the simple sensation of his knee against your clit, falling prey to his simple actions.

He works on the buttons of your blouse whilst continuing the assault on your neck, his hands moving to work on your skirt next, heavy breaths intertwining.

Abraxas undoes the small clasp with ease before helping you out of it, guiding you to kneel without second thought. You comply, sitting back on your heels whilst still in your Mary Jane's alongside your undergarments. Abraxas undoes his belt, letting it hit the floor followed by his trousers.

You can already see him through his boxers, your eyes only growing a tad bit wider as he frees himself, already semi-hard. His hand appears in your face, “Spit.”, he commands firmly. You do so, watching him stroke his length as he continues to harden.

He taps his tip against your throat, having you open your mouth as he slowly pushes himself down your throat. “C’mon, you can take more than that, just relax.” He purrs as he practically pets you, pulling your hair into a makeshift pony as he pulls you back, allowing you to breathe before pushing his length back down your throat.

Being more prepared this time, you're able to relax your jaw alongside your throat and let him practically bottom out. He drags himself in and out of your mouth, using your hair as a guide whilst making you match him, his other hand bracing himself against the wall as he looks down and watches.

You moan around him, gagging slightly as you try to take him deeper even with your lack of control in the situation.

“Merlin, it's like you were made to suck cock.” He moans, stuttering a bit in his thrusts as you run your tongue over his cock the best you can. Buried deep inside you he stills, twitching and grinding slightly before he explodes.

Abraxas pulls out slightly, enough so you can swallow, looking up at him with watery eyes as you cough and catch your breath.

Next thing you know he takes your hands, helping you up, enjoying the sight as you rush to finish stripping. Abraxas follows suit, laying himself bare before commanding you to jump, supporting you with your legs and arms wrapped around him.

He pushes you against the wall for starts, working on marking up the other side of your neck, humming. “How about Dumble’s desk? Most action old man's probably going to get, huh?”

Barely waiting for your nod, Abraxas carries you over to the desk, his muscles from Quidditch on full display. And you find yourself unable to tear your eyes away, trying to ignore how the sight alone makes you even more wet. He sets you on the edge of the Deputy headmaster's desk, just enough for some extra support.

Digging your nails into his bare shoulder blades, trusting him and Dumbledore’s desk to hold you up whilst your legs are wrapped around his waist as he teases your drenched cunt. Running himself between your folds a few times, he pushes in slowly, taking his time as if he had waited for this for ages.

“I wish I could've taken you in my dorm.” He pants, almost animalistic as he pounds into you. “Imagine all the things I could've done to you there.”

He wraps a hand around your throat, squeezing enough to make you already feel hazy. “Can't believe Arc gave you up,” he growls into your ear. “Best pussy I've had in ages.”

You let out a moan, your back arching in pleasure as your eyes flutter in pleasure. “Really? That's pathetic.” You spat out, clinging onto any fight you have despite being fucked out of your mind.

“Still running that mouth, are you?” Abraxas retorts the rhetorical question, taking his free hand to draw circles on your clit. “I guess I didn't fuck it hard enough.” He growls, thrusting harder as if to emphasize his point.

You make a guttural sound, scratching at his back as if searching for something to anchor yourself on. “There ya go, that's a good slut.” He groans into your ear, lashes fluttering in pleasure.

You rock your hips, trying to match his pace, silent moans leaving you as you feel your climax approaching.

“Fuck, I'm so close-” You whimper, digging your nails in even deeper.

“Come on, just let go.” He mutters, thrusting into you faster.

You wrap your legs around him further, biting into his shoulder to silence your moans as you fall apart, eyes rolling back slightly as you let go. You slump against him after letting out a loud moan, your forehead falling against his shoulder.

You feel him fuck you through your orgasm, overstimulating you slightly before he stills, spilling inside of you. The two of you stay semi-intertwined for a few minutes, catching breaths and cooling down. Part of you wants to chastise him for cumming inside of you, watching him slowly pull out.

Abraxas gathers the pile of clothing the two of you discarded, setting it right next to you before he pulls out his boxers in order to start dressing. In the midst of it, he picks up his wand, murmuring a contraceptive charm.

You stay sat on the desk, a bit surprised at his actions but hiding it as you start to dress yourself, clasping your bra and starting to button up your blouse, Abraxas working on his own dressing.

“Can't wait to tell everyone how I stole Black’s bitch.”

You let out a laugh, pausing in your rush to get dressed to look over at him. “You did not just say that.”

“What? It's true.” He replies, his words laced with arrogance.

“No, it's not you pussywhipped twat. I pursued you after I was done with his shit.”

“You still picked up on the clues.” He continues to taunt.

You raise your hand to slap him but he catches your wrist. “See this is why I tolerate Gryffindors.. so feisty.” He hums, allowing you to free your wrist. “Now you see I might actually be tempted to fuck you again, unlike half your housemates.. they're not so up to par.”

“Oh really?”

“Mhmmm, and trust me, I don't do charity.”

“Oh fuck you.”

“Just did.” He replies cockily.

“Let's put that mouth to better use, yeah?” You retort mocking his earlier words with a roll of your eyes as you grab his half-done tie, pulling him down as far as he allows.

He smirks, ripping your blouse open before kneeling at the edge of the desk. He pushes you to lean back on your elbows, hooking your knees over his shoulder as he leaves small kisses and nips up your inner thigh.

He teases you, stopping right before where you need him most, letting out slow and labored breaths as you whine in desperation.

Starting with one lick between your folds, Abraxas buried his face, lapping at your pussy like a starved man.

You quickly dig a hand into his scalp, pulling at his hair as you moan loudly. You didn't actually expect him to do this, from what you were told no ‘respectable man’ would ever be willing to do this. Your thoughts were cut off when he hummed around your clit.

He went back to licking, rutting his nose against your clit before deciding to alternate between the two, making the experience drag on in the most pleasurable way.

“You taste divine.” Abraxas mutters against your soaked folds. You groan, trying to rut against his nose slightly as you feel heat cook in the bottom of your stomach once more. Reaching a hand under your bra; Abraxas fiddles with a nipple, squeezing your tit before pinching your nipple.

He does the same with the other, taking his free hand now to fiddle with your clit. You pull at his hair once more before your loud moan echoes around the office, causing you to slack on the desk as you catch your breath.

“I think the scores are pretty even now, don't you, darling?” He taunts as he pulls back, catching his breath as well before he gets up to his feet, helping you stand and sluggishly getting dressed.

He helps you off the desk once both of you are dressed, utterly spent as you two make it to the office door. Abraxas peers around the edges before slipping out and pulling you behind him by the hand.

“That was..” You start, a small giggle escaping you.

“Outstanding? Mind-blowing? Earth-shattering?” Abraxas replies, arrogance already back on his tongue.

“Well, I was going to say nice. It was.. good.” You decide with a small nod.

“Well if you ever need a nice time again, you know where to find me.” He replies, bringing your hand to his lips and leaving a light peck on your knuckles before going his own way.

[rosemariiaa]

02 sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇs, ғɪʀsᴛ ᴄʀᴜsʜᴇs

𐙚—pairing: Paige x Azzi

𐙚—rosie’s note:i have nothing to say but enjoy this long and sad ass flashback and yeah..pls don’t humor me! live reacts are very much wanted and needed!! also wanted to say tysmmm for 700+ followers, i love evb soo much and ty for being here! happy reading lovelies 💌

𐙚—links: rosie’s bookshelf, series masterlist , prologue

𐙚—themes: au (time travel), angst, fluff (if you squint), hurt/comfort, mentions of depression

𐙚—taglist: @thaatdigitaldiary @ohbueckers @makethemhoesmad @imaginespazzi @sierrale8ne @bueckersbitch @xxloveralways14 @kmoneymartini @lupinqs @pboogerswbb @pbaz7 @guesswhoitsn @patri-ots87 @ashortyluvsports @absolutelydreadful @pazzilover101

enjoy!!!

Storrs, Connecticut 2021

It started a few weeks after Azzi and Paige made their “agreement”. That’s what Azzi called it in her head—a way to convince herself it was something mutual, something they both wanted. In reality, it was her idea. She was the one who said, “We can’t keep doing this,” and Paige had gone along with it, like she always did.

Azzi thought it would be better this way, safer. If they stayed just friends, they couldn’t hurt each other. But watching Paige move on, watching her live out this version of their lives that Azzi thought she wanted—God, it was killing her.

The first time Paige mentioned Leana, Azzi didn’t think much of it. Paige always had a way of making friends quickly, effortlessly. But then Leana started showing up, a lot. At the end of practice. At team dinners. At their apartment.

Paige introduced her to the team a few days after their conversation, her arm slung around Leana’s shoulders like it was nothing. Like it wasn’t the same way she used to hold Azzi. And Leana? She was perfect. Nice. Pretty. Confident in a way that made Azzi’s stomach churn with jealousy? No, Azzi never really got jealous when Paige would be with other girls. Especially because they would only last a day or a few hours, but Leana would not stop showing up.

So, it was definitely not jealousy. Hatred.

Azzi hated her. She hated how she laughed at Paige’s jokes, how she touched Paige’s arm all the time like it was it was gonna grow legs and run away if she didn’t, how Paige seemed to shine a little brighter whenever Leana was around.

She hated how much she wanted Leana to be awful. Selfish. Mean. Anything that would give Paige a reason to leave her, to come back to Azzi. So Azzi could hold her and comfort her, the way she always used to. But that wasn’t going to happen. Leana wasn’t a bad person, and Paige didn’t need Azzi anymore.

Fuck. What did I do?

Azzi tried to convince herself she was fine. That she didn’t care. That this was what she wanted. Right?

But then, tonight, she saw them in the dining hall. Paige was leaning against the table, laughing at something Leana had said, her head tilted back, blonde waves brushing her back. She looked happy. Free.

And then Paige’s hand went to the small of Leana’s back.

Azzi froze.

Her breath caught in her chest, her heart pounding in her ears. That was her spot. Paige used to do that to her all the time—those small, familiar touches that felt like secrets only they shared. And now Paige was doing it to someone else.

She would never do that to Azzi again.

The realization hit her like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, she thought she might be sick. She thought her heart had already broken, but somehow, it found a new way to break.

Because even though Azzi was the one who asked for this—even though she was the one who insisted they be just friends—watching Paige with someone else made her realize just how wrong she’d been.

She turned away before they could see her, her fists clenched at her sides as she hurried out of the dining hall. Her vision blurred, hot tears slipping down her cheeks before she could stop them.

This was what she wanted.

This was what she’d asked for.

So why did it feel like this?

Azzi wiped at her face, angry at herself for crying. She couldn’t help but think about the agreement again, how it all started.

She could still see Paige’s expression that night, the way her brows furrowed, her lips pulling into a small frown as she listened to Azzi stumble through her words.

few weeks earlier..

Paige sat down beside her, resting her elbows on her knees. “We need to talk.”

Azzi’s shoulders tensed, but she closed her laptop and turned to face Paige. “About what?”

“About why you’ve been avoiding me,” Paige said bluntly.

Azzi’s lips parted, but she hesitated. “I haven’t been avoiding you.”

“Az,” Paige said softly, giving her a pointed look.

Azzi sighed, leaning back against the couch. “I just… I needed space. To figure things out.”

“Figure what out?” Paige asked, her voice steady but laced with concern.

Azzi stared at her hands, fidgeting with the hem of her sweatshirt. “Paige, I can’t keep doing this. We said we’d be friends, and then I end up in your room, in your bed… It’s confusing.”

Paige leaned closer, her brows furrowed. “You just wanted to sleep and it’s not confusing to me. I know how I feel about you, Az.”

Azzi shook her head quickly, cutting her off. “That’s the problem. I don’t think I know how to stop letting this happen. And I don’t trust myself not to hurt you or get hurt again.”

Paige’s jaw tightened, her voice dropping. “So, what? You’re scared, so you’re just gonna shut me out? We’ve been through too much for that.”

“I’m not shutting you out,” Azzi said, her voice rising slightly. “I’m trying to protect us. You and me. If we keep crossing these lines, it’s only gonna end the same way it did before.”

Paige exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down her face. “You’re making this harder than it has to be. I get it, Az. I do. But I’m not gonna sit here and pretend I don’t want more.”

Azzi’s eyes softened, but she looked away. “And what happens when it gets messy again, Paige? What happens when we mess this up? I can’t lose you completely.”

Paige’s voice was quiet but firm. “You’re not gonna lose me.”

Azzi didn’t respond, her silence weighing heavy in the room.

Paige hesitated before speaking again. “So, what does this mean? Do I still get my goodnight kiss, or is that part of the deal over too?”

Azzi’s eyes shot to Paige, her cheeks flushing. “Paige…”

“What?” Paige said, trying to keep her tone light despite the tension. “I’m just asking.”

Azzi sighed, her lips curving into a reluctant smile. “Yes, you still get your goodnight kiss. But just… don’t make it a thing, okay?”

Paige grinned. “No promises.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, but her smile lingered as she stood up. “I’m going to bed.”

“Hold up,” Paige said, standing too. She leaned down slightly, her voice soft. “Goodnight, Az.”

Azzi hesitated, then stepped closer, pressing a quick kiss to both of Paige’s cheeks. “Goodnight, Paige.”

As she walked away, Paige watched her go, her heart heavy but hopeful. This wasn’t what she wanted, not entirely. But it was something. And for now, that was enough.

present day

Azzi knew she was fucked the moment she made the decision. She knew she was fucked when Paige agreed. She knew she was fucked when she realized Paige could talk to, kiss, and hold any girl she wanted now.

Because they were just friends.

And Azzi was completely, utterly fucked.

—

The past weeks have been hell. It was like she was going through the stages of “grief” or whatever. That’s how Azzi thought of it, at least. How else could she explain the sinking pit in her chest every time Paige and Leana walked into a room together? Or the way her throat tightened when she saw Paige’s hand on Leana’s ass or her arm thrown over Leana’s shoulder, her smile too wide, her laugh too loud? Seems fake to me. She thought.

The team noticed it, of course. How could they not?

Azzi’s energy had shifted. She was way quieter, more withdrawn during practice. When Leana was around, her answers became clipped, her eyes glued to the floor like she couldn’t bear to look at anyone. It didn’t help that Leana fit in so well. The team adored her.

KK had asked her once, “Az, you good?” when they were running laps.

“I’m fine,” she’d lied, her voice sharp enough to end the conversation. But KK’s look lingered, filled with concern Azzi refused to acknowledge.

She wasn’t fine. Not even close.

First stage: Denial

Azzi told herself this was temporary. It had to be.

Paige didn’t really like Leana, not like that. It was just something new, something casual to pass the time. Paige didn’t do relationships, not seriously, and this one wouldn’t last either.

Azzi clung to that thought like a lifeline.

But then Paige started bringing Leana to team dinners. She started showing up with her at practice, standing too close, laughing too hard. And when Azzi saw them together, her chest tightened like someone was physically squeezing the air out of her lungs.

One night, she sat on the couch in Caroline’s apartment, her hands gripping a throw pillow as if she could crush the ache out of her chest.

“I keep telling myself it’s nothing,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “That she’ll get bored and come back. But what if she doesn’t, Carol? What if—” Her voice cracked, and the words wouldn’t come.

Caroline pulled her into a hug, her voice soft and steady. “I’m sorry, Az. I know this sucks. But you can’t keep doing this to yourself.”

Azzi didn’t reply. Because what was she supposed to say? That she didn’t know how to stop?

Second stage: Anger

The denial didn’t last. It couldn’t—not when Paige started bringing Leana to their apartment.

Azzi walked in one day after practice to find Leana sitting on the couch, Paige sprawled next to her, both of them laughing at something on Leana’s phone. Paige looked up, her face lighting up when she saw Azzi.

“Oh hey, Az. You hungry? We’re ordering sushi.”

We. Azzi hated the word.

She dropped her bag by the door, her jaw tight as she muttered, “I’m good,” before disappearing into her room.

That night, she slammed her bedroom door harder than necessary, her chest heaving with an anger she couldn’t contain.

Paige was supposed to be hers. She didn’t care how selfish it sounded—she didn’t want to share Paige with anyone else. Especially not Leana.

Third stage: Bargaining

Azzi started picking apart every moment she’d shared with Paige, searching for something she could’ve done differently.

Maybe if she hadn’t been so stubborn about staying “just friends.” Maybe if she’d let herself fall the way she wanted to—completely, unapologetically. Maybe Paige would’ve stayed.

She confided in Caroline again one night, her voice barely above a whisper as she lay curled up on the couch.

“What if I just tell her?” she asked, her hands twisting the hem of her hoodie. “What if I tell her I messed up, that I want her back?”

Caroline gave her a look that was equal parts sympathy and concern. “Az, you’re the one who pushed her away. Do you think telling her now is going to change anything? She’s with Leana.”

Azzi’s stomach sank at the words, but she couldn’t let go of the thought. What if Paige still loved her? What if there was a chance, no matter how small?

When Caroline finally left, Azzi retreated to her bedroom, unable to escape the weight of her emotions. Her eyes landed on the photo frame on her nightstand—the picture of her and Paige after their U16 gold medal win. Paige’s smile in the photo was the kind that made Azzi’s chest ache, bright and unguarded, as if she’d never known heartbreak.

It had become a nightly ritual, one that Azzi couldn’t bring herself to stop. She picked up the frame, her fingers trembling as she brushed over the glass. “I’m sorry, P,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I shouldn’t have pushed you away.”

She pressed her lips to the corner of Paige’s smile in the photo, just like she used to do before bed. It was their tradition—their goodnight kiss. Only now, it was one-sided. A ghost of a memory that haunted her.

“Goodnight,” she murmured, her lips still resting against the glass. “Sweet dreams, P.”

Azzi set the frame back down and collapsed onto her bed, clutching the pillow to her chest. Maybe if I hadn’t been scared. Maybe if I just told her now…

Her mind raced with impossible scenarios, rewinding and replaying their history, searching for the moment she could fix, the word she could take back, the step she could retrace.

But in the end, she was left clutching nothing but a pillow and a memory, her tears soaking into the fabric.

Fourth stage: Depression

The hope didn’t last.

It was gone the night Azzi walked into the gym to find Paige and Leana standing by the bleachers. Paige’s hand was on Leana’s waist, positioning her towards the basket, Azzi felt her heart crack open all over again.

She barely made it through practice, her movements sluggish, her mind a blur. By the time she got home, she was shaking, tears streaming down her face as she stumbled into her bedroom.

Caroline found her an hour later, curled up on the floor, her chest heaving with silent sobs.

“I can’t do this,” Azzi whispered, her voice broken. “I can’t—she’s everywhere, Care. And I can’t—” She gasped for air, her words dissolving into another sob.

Caroline sat beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Az, you don’t have to go through this alone. I’m here, okay? Whatever you need.”

Azzi nodded, but the ache in her chest didn’t fade.

She thought about their first kiss. On the dock, at the lake house of Azzi’s grandparents, the way Paige’s lips had been so soft, so sure.

Would Paige still think about it?

Would she remember the way they’d laughed afterward, giddy and breathless, as if the world had suddenly cracked open and spilled all its light into their lives?

Azzi closed her eyes, tears slipping down her cheeks.

Will I still cross your mind in a year, Paige? she wondered, her heart aching. Will you miss us, even for a second?

Because Azzi did. She missed Paige every day, every second of every day. She missed the way they fit together, like two halves of a whole, and the way Paige used to make her feel seen, like she was the only person in the world who mattered.

I miss you, she thought, her chest heaving with the weight of it. I miss us.

But Paige was with Leana now, and Azzi was just a ghost in her life—a shadow of what they used to be.

And no matter how much she wanted to believe otherwise, she couldn’t shake the feeling that Paige had already moved on.

Stage 5: Acceptance? No. The lack of Acceptance

No matter how hard she tried, Azzi couldn’t let go.

She couldn’t stop thinking about the way Paige used to look at her, like she was the only person in the room. She couldn’t stop replaying their last kiss in her mind—the warmth of Paige’s lips, the way she’d whispered, “Just friends,” like it was a promise they could keep.

But they couldn’t.

And Azzi couldn’t accept it. She couldn’t accept that Paige was gone, that she’d moved on, that the life they’d imagined together was slipping further out of reach with every passing day.

She wanted to scream, to cry, to do anything that might ease the crushing weight on her chest. But all she could do was sit in her room, staring at the wall, as the realization settled in:

She wasn’t grieving Paige. She was grieving herself—the part of her that had believed in them, the part of her that had loved Paige so fiercely it burned.

And now, all she had left were the ashes.

—

Paige didn’t like Leana.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. She liked her well enough to talk to her, to hang out with her when the apartment felt too quiet, too empty, too suffocating without Azzi. But when it came to everything else—when it came to the little things—Paige didn’t like her at all.

She didn’t like that Leana couldn’t cook. It wasn’t like Azzi was an all-star chef or anything—Azzi could barely cook either—but it was different. It was Azzi. At least Azzi could make scrambled eggs. And those nasty green smoothies she used to force Paige to drink after workouts? Yeah, Paige hated them, but she never really hated them because they were from Azzi.

Leana couldn’t even make toast without burning it.

Paige didn’t like how Leana was so touchy-feely all the time. It was suffocating. She hated how Leana’s hands always found her waist or her shoulders, how her arms would wrap around Paige’s neck, clinging like a vine. Paige was supposed to be the clingy one. She was the one who used to jump into Azzi’s arms after practice, planting kisses all over her face or pulling her into hugs just because she felt like it.

And Azzi? She didn’t need to be all over Paige all the time. Sometimes, Azzi would just sit next to her, quiet and comfortable, letting Paige know she was there without saying a word. Paige loved that. She loved being in Azzi’s presence. It was Azzi, after all. Who wouldn’t want to just exist beside her?

But with Leana? God, sometimes Paige wanted to yell, “Can you just get the fuck away from me already?”

Leana’s hair? Always slick, stick-straight, and perfect. Paige hated it. She missed Azzi’s hair—how she’d wear it in curls or braids, switching it up depending on her mood. Paige loved running her hands through Azzi’s curls, loved how soft they felt and how they smelled like flowers.

Leana always smelled like strawberries. Safe to say Paige never had an appetite for them anymore.

She didn’t like the way Leana chewed her food, loud and careless, or the way she slurped her drinks like she grew up with no one teaching her manners. Azzi chewed her food so pretty—if chewing could even be called pretty—with that bright, wide smile she always had when Paige surprised her with ice cream sundaes every Friday night.

Leana always wanted to eat out, and not even at good places. She was obsessed with Jimmy John’s. Paige was too, but only when she went with Azzi every other week after games. Paige couldn’t stand it. She missed how Azzi would insist they eat at home, complaining about how Paige didn’t eat healthy enough.

And God, Paige hated the way Leana fucked. She hated the way her tongue moved on her breasts, her stomach, and just her body. The way her small, slender fingers never hit the right spot, the way her kisses felt too wet, too desperate, too wrong. Leana always tasted like candy, but Paige didn’t even like that anymore. She liked when Azzi tasted like candy.

Because it was Azzi.

Leana was all wrong—her touch, her smell, her laugh, her everything. Paige didn’t like anything about her, not really. And the more she tried to forget Azzi with Leana, the more it became painfully clear.

She didn’t want Leana. She never did.

She wanted Azzi.

But Azzi didn’t want her, not like that. Not anymore. And Paige couldn’t admit it out loud, but she knew the truth.

She was in a tangled mess she doesn’t think she can cut herself out of.

The worst part was Paige only really showed Leana affection when other people were around—when the team was watching, or worse, when Paige knew Azzi was somewhere nearby. It was all for show. A charade. She wanted to convince everyone, herself included, that she was fine. That she didn’t think about Azzi day and night. That she didn’t spend every waking moment wishing things were different.

She faked a laugh at Leana’s terrible jokes, forcing herself to look interested, to act like she wasn’t distracted by the mere thought of Azzi. But she was. She always was.

Every time Leana touched her, Paige’s mind wandered to Azzi’s touch instead. Every time Leana spoke, Paige thought about Azzi’s voice, the way it softened whenever she called Paige’s name. Every time Leana kissed her, Paige found herself comparing it to Azzi’s kisses—how they tasted sweeter, felt deeper, left her breathless in ways Leana never could.

It didn’t matter how much Paige pretended. She wasn’t fooling anyone. Certainly not Azzi. Certainly not herself.

She was a fucked fool.

Present day (au)

The night was colder than Paige expected. The sharp winter air bit at her cheeks as she adjusted the duffel bag slung over her shoulder, glancing over at Azzi walking beside her. Her girlfriend’s hands were stuffed deep into her coat pockets, her brow furrowed in curiosity.

“You really aren’t gonna tell me where we’re going?” Azzi asked, her voice soft but laced with amusement.

Paige smirked, shaking her head. “Nope. You gotta trust me, princess.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, though the nickname softened her expression. “Last time you said that, we ended up at that hole-in-the-wall pizza spot where you made me eat that ‘experimental’ pineapple jalapeño pizza.”

Paige held her hand to her chest, feigning offense. “Okay, first of all, that pizza was fire, and you know it.”

Azzi gave her a side-eye, her lips twitching upward despite herself. “It made me throw up on your shoes but okay! Just hurry it’s cold.”

Paige rolled her eyes and grinned, nodding toward the gym as it came into view. Its towering doors stood shut, the building silent under the faint glow of campus lights.

Azzi frowned, glancing between Paige and the gym. “Uh, you do know the gym is closed, right?”

Paige pulled a key from her pocket, holding it up with a mischievous grin. “Not for me, it’s not. Perks of being a super senior and coach’s favorite.”

Azzi followed her inside, the smell of the gym familiar but the sight in front of her unexpected. The center court lights glowed softly, illuminating a small setup Paige had prepared: a picnic blanket, a thermos of hot cocoa, a container of chocolate-covered strawberries, and a jar of Nutella sitting neatly on top.

Azzi’s jaw dropped slightly. “Wait—is that Nutella and strawberries? Wow Paige, you really thought this through.”

Paige shrugged, trying to play it cool but clearly pleased with herself. “You’re the one who put me onto it. Said they’re ‘life-changing’ or whatever. Figured I’d return the favor.”

Azzi laughed, kneeling down on the blanket and picking up the jar of Nutella. “I didn’t just say they’re life-changing. I said they’re essential. There’s a difference.”

Paige chuckled, setting her duffel bag near the bleachers before grabbing a basketball. “Yeah, yeah. Now let’s see if you still got that jumper.”

For the next hour, they played like they were kids again—shooting around, teasing each other, laughing until their stomachs hurt. Paige couldn’t help but steal glances at Azzi, marveling at how at ease she looked, her usual focus replaced with unfiltered joy.

When they finally settled back on the blanket, Azzi leaned into Paige’s side, her head resting on her shoulder. She dipped a strawberry into the Nutella and popped it into her mouth, sighing contentedly.

“This is perfect,” Azzi said softly.

Paige smiled, her fingers tracing small circles on Azzi’s thigh. “Yeah. I figured we could use something like this. It’s been…a lot lately.”

Azzi tilted her head to look up at Paige, her brow creasing slightly. “What do you mean? You’ve been killing it this year, P.”

Paige hesitated, her fingers stilling. “Yeah, but…it’s weird, you know? Knowing this is my last year here. I’m really gonna miss this place.”

Azzi’s smile faltered, and she sat up a little straighter. “You don’t have to think about that yet, though.”

Paige raised an eyebrow, her lips quirking. “What about you? You’ve been quiet about what you’re gonna do. Are you staying another year or declaring?”

Azzi blinked, caught off guard. “I—” She stopped, her gaze dropping to the blanket. “I haven’t decided yet.”“I don’t know. It’s a big decision, and I don’t want to rush it. But…sometimes I think staying wouldn’t be so bad.”

Paige reached out, gently turning Azzi’s face toward her. “Hey,” she said softly. “We’ll figure it out, no matter what. You staying or going doesn’t change us, Az.”

Azzi’s throat bobbed as she swallowed, her eyes shining with uncertainty. “It’s just…a lot to think about.”

Paige’s expression softened, and she leaned in to press a kiss to Azzi’s temple. “I get it. Take your time. You don’t have to decide tonight.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, the gym’s stillness wrapping around them like a blanket. Finally, Paige broke the quiet, a playful grin tugging at her lips.

“So,” she said, glancing down at Azzi. “Am I still get my goodnight kiss tonight, or what?”

Azzi laughed, rolling her eyes. “You’re ridiculous, you ask this everytime” she teased, but her cheeks flushed pink.

Paige tilted her head, her grin widening. “That’s not a no.”

Azzi sighed dramatically, leaning forward to press a soft, lingering kiss to Paige’s lips. When she pulled back, Paige was grinning like she’d won a championship.

“See?” Paige said, leaning back against the blanket. “This is why I’m gonna miss UConn. Nobody does goodnight kisses like you.”

Azzi laughed, shaking her head. “You’re lucky you’re cute, because you’re so corny.”

Paige chuckled, pulling Azzi closer. For the first time in a while, she let herself just be present—with Azzi, with this moment, with this version of her senior year.

—

The gym was almost empty now, the faint echo of their laughter still hanging in the air. Paige knelt beside her duffel bag, tossing in her shoes and a few loose pieces of tape she’d peeled off her wrists. Azzi was a few feet away, waiting patiently for paige to finish.

The night had been everything Paige hoped for—light, easy, and full of the kind of love that made her forget, even for a moment, about everything weighing her down.

Azzi turned to Paige, her brown eyes sparkling even under the harsh fluorescent lights. “You okay?” she asked, tilting her head.

Paige zipped up her bag and stood, throwing it over her shoulder. “Yeah, I’m good,” she said with a small smile.

Azzi didn’t look convinced, but she didn’t push. Instead, she nodded toward the doors. “Come on, let’s get home, KK is blowing up my phone.”

They walked side by side, their footsteps echoing off the walls as they made their way to the exit. Paige glanced over at Azzi, watching the way her ponytail swayed with each step, the way she hummed softly under her breath. She was so beautiful, so effortlessly radiant, and Paige felt her chest tighten at the thought of everything she was keeping from her.

As they stepped outside, the cold air hit them immediately, their breath visible in the chilly night. Paige unlocked the car with a press of a button, and Azzi walked ahead, tossing her bag into the backseat before climbing in. Paige lingered for a moment, staring up at the stars as if they might hold the answers she was looking for.

“Paige?” Azzi called softly from inside the car.

Paige snapped out of her thoughts and climbed in, shutting the door behind her. The heater kicked on as she started the engine, and for a moment, they just sat there, the quiet hum of the car filling the space between them.

Paige had one hand on the wheel, the other resting casually on her thigh. Azzi sat in the passenger seat, her head turned slightly toward Paige as if she was studying her. The hum of the engine and the faint sound of the radio filled the space between them, but Paige’s thoughts were so loud they might as well have been screaming.

She’d done her best to stay in the moment tonight—to soak in Azzi’s laugh, her smile, the way her nose scrunched whenever Paige teased her. But as they neared campus, the weight in Paige’s chest grew heavier.

It wasn’t just about what she’d gotten a second chance at; it was what she’d lost the first time around.

Azzi broke the silence first. “Hey, you wanna just crash in my room tonight?” Her voice was soft, almost hypnotizing.

Paige glanced at her briefly before returning her eyes to the road. “Yeah,” she said, her voice just as quiet. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Azzi smiled, reaching out to give Paige’s arm a squeeze before settling back into her seat.

For the rest of the drive, Paige’s thoughts spiraled.

What if she could fix things?

The question had been haunting her since the moment she woke up in this second chance of a life. She could do so much—change so much—but every action had consequences. Good ones, bad ones. Ones she couldn’t even begin to predict.

Her grip on the steering wheel tightened.

And then there was the truth. The one thing she knew she could never fix, never change. The one thing that had already shattered Azzi once before.

Paige swallowed hard, her jaw clenching. She couldn’t think about that now. Not tonight. She needed to focus on the present—on Azzi, on the way her voice softened whenever she said Paige’s name, on the way her fingers always found Paige’s whenever they were walking side by side. Just focus on Azzi, just focus on pretending.

But was she really pretending? No. No, she wasn’t.

Paige knew she loved Azzi. Everyone did. She loved her so much it felt like it was tearing her apart from the inside out. She loved her enough to want to protect her, even if it meant keeping this secret. She loved her enough to die for her.

But loving her didn’t make what she was doing any less wrong.

By the time they reached Azzi’s dorm, Paige felt like she could barely breathe. Azzi didn’t seem to notice; she was already climbing out of the car, waiting for Paige to grab her things before leading the way inside.

When they reached Azzi’s room, Paige hesitated in the doorway, her duffel bag slung over her shoulder. Azzi turned to her, frowning slightly.

“You good?” she asked.

Paige forced a smile and nodded. “Yeah. Just tired, that’s all.”

Azzi’s frown deepened, but she didn’t press. Instead, she grabbed Paige’s hand and pulled her inside.

They moved through their usual routine with ease—Azzi handing Paige a pair of sweats, Paige tossing her hoodie onto the back of a chair, both of them brushing their teeth side by side in the small bathroom. But as they finally settled into Azzi’s bed, the silence between them felt heavier than before.

Paige lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling while Azzi curled up beside her, her head resting on Paige’s shoulder.

“You’ve been quiet,” Azzi murmured, her voice barely audible in the darkness.

Paige exhaled slowly, her fingers brushing through Azzi’s hair. “Just…thinking.”

“About what?”

Paige hesitated. She could feel the words bubbling up in her throat, threatening to spill out. But she couldn’t say them. Not now. Maybe not ever.

“Everything,” she said instead.

Azzi shifted, propping herself up on one elbow to look at Paige. “Hey,” she said softly, her fingers brushing against Paige’s cheek. “Whatever it is, you can talk to me. You know that, right?”

Paige closed her eyes, the weight in her chest almost unbearable. “I know,” she whispered.

Azzi’s thumb traced slow circles on Paige’s cheek. “You’re scaring me, P. What’s going on?”

Paige opened her eyes, her gaze locking with Azzi’s. And for a moment, she thought about telling her—about laying it all out there, no matter the consequences. But the thought of the look on Azzi’s face, the hurt in her eyes, stopped her cold.

“I’m just…I’m scared too,” Paige admitted, her voice trembling.

Azzi frowned, leaning closer. “Scared of what?”

Paige swallowed hard, her fingers tightening in Azzi’s hair. “Of losing this. Of messing it all up again.”

Azzi’s expression softened, and she leaned down to press a gentle kiss to Paige’s forehead. “You’re not gonna lose me, Paige. Not now, not ever.”

Paige closed her eyes, a single tear slipping down her cheek. “I hope you’re right,” she whispered. Oh, hope, hope was a beautiful thing.

Azzi pulled her closer, wrapping her arms around Paige as if she could hold her together. Paige buried her face in Azzi’s neck, her heart pounding in her chest.

She wanted to believe her. God, she wanted to believe her.

But deep down, she knew that as long as she kept this secret, the clock was ticking.

And she was terrified of what would happen when it finally ran out.

——

𐙚— rosie’s note: so how do we feel? do we love rosie ?? 😊

[hello-sweetheart]

Steve who has Great Dane vibes

Like he’s a big guy athletic so you know he’s mostly muscle and he seems unaware of this fact

He likes to sprawl on people. Just leans his full weight on their back or throws an arm around their shoulder and has the audacity to relax into it

As if he’s not a hulking figure of a man much like a Great Dane will try and insist that they can sit on your lap

And everyone around him is either tiny or scrawny or BOTH so they end up winded half the time, push him off them like “steve buddy pls… I can’t breath”

Steve sprawling on robins back while’s she’s browsing language books and accidentally smooshing her into a bookshelf when he goes deadweight on her-

Robin: oh god this is how I die? get off me!!

Steve (whining): but you’re taking soo looong

Steve trying the same thing on Mike (his favorite victim)

Steve: oh no! Gravity is increasing on me

Mike already knocked splat on the ground: NO ITS NOT!!

Steve (goes deadweight): is too Mike, the same thing happened yesterday

Mike: YOUR BUTT IS CRUSHING ME

[in-another-april]

summary/prompt + genre - just a few hcs about living together with spencer | fluff

warnings - mentions of food

wc - 385

notes - hehe i'm so normal about him *eye twitch* i have more but i didn't wanna overdo it soo lemme know if i should post the part 2

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- He’s pretty tidy overall, but he does have his things. Namely, the books. You’ve run out of space for yet another bookshelf, but his collection just keeps growing, so now they’re Everywhere. Every time you sit on the couch there’s something jabbing into your back and you just sigh and shoot him a lighthearted glare as you pull out his 3rd copy of The Illustrated Man from behind the pillow.

- His side of the closet is also a mess, especially the sock drawer, but he knows exactly where everything is and is surprisingly particular about his clothes. You ask if you can borrow his green sweater and he’s like “Which green, army, moss, or olive?” while you’re just ???? at him.

- He is absolutely obsessed with anything combining his two favorite things (you and books) whether its him reading to you, you reading to him, reading the same novel and discussing it book-club style, or just being in your general vicinity while he reads by himself.

- Speaking of general vicinity, he’s a sucker for parallel play. As much as he loves talking and interacting with you, he really enjoys the comfortable silence of being around you while you do your separate things.

- Stares at you with the sappiest heart-eyes no matter what you’re doing. You could be just folding laundry and he’s looking at you like you’re the only person in the entire world. Even if you’ve been together for years, he’s still enamored with you like a teenager with a crush.

- He cannot cook to save his life. He knows the processes and methods of cooking in theory, and can easily recite the history of practically any dish, but once he’s actually trying to make something he’s lost. He still wants to make food for you, though, so he practices up on a couple of meals he knows you like so he can surprise you with them after a long day.

- On his days off, he gets really into making elaborate coffees. The coffee from whichever local police precincts he’s working a case with is normally watered down and bitter regardless of how much sugar he adds to it, so he starts to appreciate the coffee from home a lot more and makes a whole thing of it every morning. You get him one of those fancy Keurig’s that makes espresso shots and has a milk frother and he almost cries.

[iprefervillains]

book club hangster?! please share more

Book club Hangster entered my mind at the start of the new year and hasn't left it yet.

Basically they both like to read and somehow this escalates from them swapping books on a carrier once to sending all kinds of random books they pick up on employment halfway across the world for the other to read.

They leave annotations and reviews for the other and sometimes spent hours skyping or emailing about the books. They read, discuss and banter. It's their thing, their way of bonding and falling in love even though they don't like each other (lie!) and aren't even in the same part of the world most of the time.

It's mostly vibes right now but some ideas for this include:

Bradley hating thrillers and Jake picking up some weird Scandinavian psycho thriller when it is his turn some time before the mission just to be an ass. It's the real reason for the "early grave" comment, the book scared Bradley shitless.

Jake having a concussion after his air-to-air kill and Bradley calling him up to read him a new book over the phone. It helps with the boredom and the nightmares.

Bradley has a special bookshelf where he keeps all the books Jake send to him. They are scribbled full (Bradley adds his own comments even though Jake won't see them) to the point where he awkwardly purchases a second copy of a book he already owns because he doesn't want to lend Phoenix his copy.

They spent one Christmas when they are both temporarily stationed in San Diego quietly sitting on the couch in the Bradshaw bungalow, each in their own corner, silently reading a book and making notes and then swapping books the next day to do it again, before loudly discussing them on the second Christmas day.

They have soo many inside jokes, most importantly: "this could be us but you playing" noted to either the most hilariously bad romance scenes or totally unhinged conversations between characters or people killing their enemies.

Sometimes they challenge each other to only speak in quotes without anyone else noticing

Bradley ends up confessing his love for Jake by putting one of those romance novels that has a life shattering confession scenes and ends with either one or both characters dying on Jake's bed before he leaves for the mission with the confession highlighted and the words "I wish I would have been brave enough to tell you too instead of being a coward. I'm so sorry, Jake ♥". Needless to say Jake ends up totally pissed when he gets to the point in the book on the way back to shore because this is such a dick move and storms the medbay in the middle of the night to rip Bradley a new one.

Honestly I just love the idea of them having a share passion to bond over. A soft kind of love, you wouldn't expect at first, especially when you hear them loudly arguing about the right flight style.

There is more if you want @intrepidjourneys, it might take me some time to write though.

[isadollie]

Hello! I saw your headcanon requests are open, could I request headcanons for husband! and dad!Kenma (with fem wife reader). Kenma is such a sweetheart, I feel like family life with him would be so cute. If possible, I'd like the baby to be a little boy that looks so much like Kenma, but I'd be happy with whatever you write. I hope that is ok. Tysm <3

husband! and dad! Kenma [headcanons]

fem!reader, post-timsekip ofc, just pure fluff i guess lol

★ he never really imagined to have kids of his own but.. here he is

★ when he first found out you're pregnant was like super scared lol

★ "how am i supposed to take care of a baby when i barely manage to take care of myself"

★ ...ouch.

★ anyway..

★ first thing he did was to call Kuroo and ask what he should do

★ was just so clueless

★ kept on repeating he's gonna mess it up

★ but he didn't!

★ a few months into your pregnancy, he was already a pro at taking care of you lol

★ he became soo excited, but like.. internally. he's not really the type to jump around and shout in happiness yk

★ decided to keep it a secret from his fans, cause he wanted to ensure that both of you are safe

★ first thing he bought for the baby was a tiny cat onesie with like little ears you know

★ also bought some family friendly video games...

★ ...and tiny headphones with a mic (where did he get that tho--)

★ but then his baby is born and he's like:

★ kinda have a feeling like it was his first time seeing a baby this small in general

★ is definitely too nervous to hold his son at first

★ super anxioussss

★ but then with time he learns

★ he's a good dad!!

★ i can defo picture him napping with his son lol

★ also he learned to cook when you were pregnant so that you could rest more

★ now uses this knowledge to feed the two of you

★ my boy had to get a whole bookshelf for cooking books and how-to-take-care-of-a-baby books

★ nah jk he looked it all up online

★ i think he'll be very protective too

★ like when your son grows up a bit, there is absolutely no way that Kenma will let him cross the road unless he holds his hand 😤

★ also you have to stop him a bit cause he would buy this kid everything he asked just like that

★ "daddy look! *points to the car toy he sees in the shopwindow* it's so cool!"

★ and then next day you see a whole ass car in front of your house... not a toy.

★ it's both funny and annoying to be honest

★ in the end you did keep the car though

★ whenever someone mentions that his son looks just like him he would be SO PROUD

★ his whole phone gallery is now basically photos of the three of you and your pets

★ would scoff at Kuroo anytime he calls himself an "uncle" or even worse "the coolest uncle"

★ to sum it all up, Kenma never thought of becoming a father but now that it actually happened... he's thinking of having another kiddo :P

this was actually so much fun to write!!! thanks for the request :3

[bookshelf-dust]

Omg I literally become sooooo giddy when I see you've posted 🥹 I love everything you've written and this latest Eddie piece was no different, absolutely in love with this trope! 💕

you’re giddy, i’m giddy, we’re just jumping up and down and giggling at this point 😭

you are so fucking sweet!!!!!! this message made my day, my love. it means so much that you enjoyed it and i appreciate your support soooo much!! 🫶

[we-stan-cale]

It's not a whole scene, but I love the little encounters like this one, when they were at the Mercenary Guild's Directory

“Cale-nim.” Cale raised his head after hearing the cautious calling. Choi Han was looking at him. “What is it?” “I wish to help.” Choi Han smiled awkwardly at Cale who was looking at him and continued to speak. “Of course, I am a slow reader and my memory is not that good, but I thought I could still help.” Cale recalled some memories of his past. ‘Team leader-nim, shall I help?’ ‘Isn’t it time to go home?’ ‘Nah, it’s okay.’ ‘Like hell it’s okay. Isn’t your kid waiting for you at home? Go home.’ ‘But…’ ‘It’s fastest and most accurate for me to do it. You don’t need to do this part.’ He moved the conversation he had with one of his subordinates to a corner of his mind as he raised his hand. He then pointed to the second bookshelf. “I think it would be good to look through there.”

We get a sense of his life as Kim Rok Soo, and how he led his team.

But more importantly, we see how Cale/Kim Rok Soo has learned and grown over the years.

In this case, by accepting Choi Han's help. Even though with his ability he probably doesn't need it.

It's fun having a protagonist with so much experience, and the way the author hints at and teases us with his backstory is, tbh, a large part of why I kept reading initially.

I wanted to know who this guy was, who was comfortable with taking down empires and scamming corrupt priests and nobles.

It took almost half the story just to learn about his first ability, but we learn plenty more in the rest of the story.

[galaxygorl-does-stuff]

one time!!!! holy SHIT this episode

tpot 17 spoilers under the cut

ok. so. she was a LOT faster this episode, definitely in a rush or something. she seemed more stressed? as well. and theres a few other things i noticed

one: (haha get it) her dimension is SUPER messy. the table is broken, a potted plant is tipped over, the bookshelf is. that, and her chair is ripped. she also doesnt have a chair for donut.

two: shes more frantic, not manipulating as well as she usually does. she doesn't try to convince donut to sign through smooth talking or trapping him there. she even leaves a portal open for him. instead of keeping him trapped to get him to sign, she tells him to leave and rips off his limbs. shes likely trying to make him need her deals more, but usually she'd just keep them and coax them until they agree. she's acting different.

three: her motives!! we learn a bit more. we already know she wants power, specifically two's power. but we also see a bit more this episode.

"those guys are getting soo close to that other door, and i need to start getting ready! the more deals, the better!"

it seems like shes running out of time for something. "those guys" seems to be referring to the contestants she kidnapped. maybe she brought them to find the equation playground on purpose, because theres something, "that other door", that'll give her more power when they come across it. she brought them to the dimension leading to the equation playground so she could have more time as they looked around. but what is the other door? four's door, maybe, which leads to the theory that she's doing something with/for three. thats why she needs to make more deals and get more of that kind of power before they reach it.

the more deals she makes, the more people have to do a favor for her. she needs more people. she needs more people before the contestants potentially get to four. she likely needs to get into the inside of fours head for something, and given the mystery surrounding them both that "something" is likely three.

[nephilimeq]

A Little Bit More

@bucktommyfluffebruary

A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62721625/chapters/161031922

Tommy Kinard stared at the new item he had bought…and felt a flicker of nerves.

But what if Evan didn’t like it?

He stepped back from it and stared even harder, trying to figure out if it was too much, and if he had spent too much money on it. Hell, he knew for a fact that his boyfriend would be pissed if he knew just how much he had spent on it.

…but still.

Teeling himself that it didn’t matter, so long as he got to see him smile, Tommy turned away from the new stove and burners and instead grabbed the broom to clean up the leftover dust and dirt from where the men had installed it for him. He had wanted to install it himself—but then after reading far too many horror stories online of ‘installations gone wrong’ and ending up down a reddit rabbit hole of nightmare fuel, he had decided to let the experts do it, instead.

“No broken fingers or missing limbs for me,” he muttered to himself as he finished cleaning up. Evan wasn’t supposed to be home for another hour, so he had some time to really put together a proper greeting for him. He wanted the unveiling to be a surprise (of course) but he didn’t want it to be completely out of left field.

He had shot him off a text about an hour and a half before saying, hey, wanna cook something new tonight? maybe that chicken piccata you’ve been wanting to try? we have all the ingredients…

Evan had answered him a couple minutes later, mmm, sounds good. be at yours right after shift ;)

Sometimes the airman felt a bit insecure about the fact that Evan cooked far more often than he did—but to be fair, between the two of them Evan was the better cook, and he also loved to cook, so it worked out rather well for them. Still, on occasion he wondered if he should take the initiative and cook more. He enjoyed making Evan smile, and it was obvious to everyone who knew his boyfriend that the way to the man’s heart was definitely through his stomach.

Which was why he had piked out this particular gift for him—it was perfect. If anyone could appreciate it, it would be him.

Tommy was still nervous.

He kept himself occupied as best he could for the next hour, trying to keep his mind and hands busy, constantly reassuring himself that he had made the right decision and that Evan would love this gift. He would love it. He would love it.

Tommy stopped in the middle of dusting a random bookshelf.

…but would he?

But before he could stress any longer, he heard the front door opening and moved to greet his boyfriend, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he said, “Missed you, babe. Long shift?” and Evan shook his head and said, “No, not really. We had a few calls, but nothing crazy. Now, you want me to get started on that chicken piccata?” he asked, trying to move past him into the kitchen…but Tommy stopped him by moving in front of him, using his wide bulk to his advantage, saying, “Hey, uh…why not go upstairs and take a shower? Change your clothes and get comfy first?”

Evan immediately shot him a look, his eyebrow shooting up towards his hairline as he gave him a once over and commented, “Okay, you’re acting weird. Soo…what’s in the kitchen and why don’t you want me to see it?” he astutely asked.

Tommy froze.

“Uh…I, uh…I have a surprise for you,” he managed to say and was proud that he didn’t stutter and got it out. “It’s in the kitchen, and it’s sort of a big deal…but also not a big deal, because I was planning on getting it anyway, and so…yeah.”

As he spoke, he backed into the kitchen and showed his boyfriend the new stove with the awkward pink bow that he had tied resting on top of it.

“..ta da!” the airman said, feeling slightly ridiculous as he gave the most pathetic excuse for jazz hands in his life, praying that Evan would like it…but the silence stretched on longer than he was expecting, and his stomach dropped. Oh god. He didn’t like it.

“Is…Is this a Kucht 30-inch gas range?” Evan asked, taking a slow step towards it, and Tommy nodded, still holding his breath. “This is…my god, this is expensive! How-how-how the hell did you afford this?” His boyfriend swiveled his head back over to him. “This sucker is, like, almost three thousand dollars! How did you buy this? Oh, please…please don’t tell me that this was just for me, Tommy, because I don’t want you wasting all your money on something only to not really like and regret it later—I just—”

He cut him off with a kiss.

Evan made a confused noise against his lips…and then as they pulled back, he said, “Wait…were you just trying to shut me up or…?”

“Evan. Do you like it?”

He nodded.

“Yeah, I-I love it, Tommy! But—”

“No! No buts,” he interrupted him a second time, drawing him into his arms until his back was pressed up against Tommy’s front, forcing him to stare at the newly installed stovetop. “Now, since you seem to have the memory of a goldfish, I did say before I showed this to you that I was planning on getting it anyway, soo…want to be the first person to use it?”

At that, Evan’s eyes lit up, making Tommy’s stomach flip in the best way, and he nodded and said, “Oh, hell yeah! Chicken piccata on this? Oh, you’re in for a treat, babe,” and turned in his arms and pressed a kiss to his cheek before slipping out of his grasp and heading straight for the fridge to pull out all of the necessary ingredients, and he smiled at his enthusiasm—and then he laughed when Evan was suddenly ushering him out of the kitchen with two hands on his lower back, saying, “I love you, but I need you out of my kitchen for the next hour…”

“Your kitchen…?”

“Yep.”

Evan pressed a quick kiss to his temple and then shouted at him as he went back to cooking, “Next hour, babe!” and the airman chuckled under his breath and decided to head upstairs and clean himself up before dinner.

He would have forced Evan to do the same before cooking, but he knew that he would at least wash his hands—which was all the was really needed—and he also knew that once his boyfriend had his mind set on something, there was no changing it. Tommy showered and changed, keeping an ear out for anything downstairs…and then smiled when he heard that Evan had put on one his cooking playlists, a series of French pop songs that always put him in a good mood.

Feeling a wave of emotion wash over him, the airman stopped before heading down and simply sat on the top step of the stairs and listened to the sounds of his boyfriend cooking and singing under his breath in French, the mouthwatering scent of the food cooking wafting up to him…

…and that was when he realized that he would be having this all the time, and not just once or twice a week.

Pretty soon Evan would be moved in, and he would be cooking for him…and Tommy would be cooking for him, and he would have the life that he thought he could only dream of.

His heart clenched and he felt a few tears sneak their way out of the corner of his eyes, and he quickly wiped them off as he heard one of their favorite songs begin to play and he heard Evan try and sing along with parts of it, only coming in as the chorus hit—which was all the motivation he needed to stand and head down to join him in the kitchen…where he saw him bobbing his head along with the beat as he cooked on two burners at the same time on the new stove, a dish towel thrown over his shoulder, the steam from the pans in front of him, making his hair curl even more than before, one rogue curl resting just over his birthmark, highlighting it in the soft light of the kitchen.

God, he was fucking beautiful.

Smiling, he stepped up to him and curled an arm around his waist from behind and said into his ear, “God, you look gorgeous like this,” and Evan chuckled and said, “What? Sweaty and still disgusting from my shift at work?” and Tommy shook his head and nuzzled his nose into the back of his neck.

“No…looking gorgeous because you’re happy,” he whispered…and his boyfriend shivered in his grasp.

“Oh…”

Proud that he had rendered him speechless (which was no easy feat, he knew), he smiled and pressed a kiss just below his ear and added, “I can’t wait to see you like this almost every day. In our home,” he emphasized, noting the way Evan leaned back into his touch, head practically resting on his shoulder.

“Yeah, well…I can’t wait until then, either,” he said, turning his head slightly, just enough so that they could press their lips together softly in a sweet, close mouthed kiss.

They stayed like that for a moment—and then his boyfriend pulled away and said, “But right now I’ve got to keep this from burning, so lemme get back to this, okay, babe?”

Tommy nodded and slipped his arm from around his waist and moved to the other side of the kitchen island, deciding to simply watch him cook. As much as Evan claimed that being a firefighter is the only thing he could ever think of being, whenever he watched him in the kitchen, he knew that his boyfriend would make one hell of a chef. God, he was so good at it—and he was humble, too, and didn’t get upset when a recipe didn’t turn out the way that he wanted it to.

The music continued to play in the background and Tommy continued to admire the way Evan moved around his kitchen—their kitchen, he mentally corrected himself. Just because Evan hadn’t officially changed his address, yet, didn’t mean that he didn’t live there.

“Okay, looks like we’re just about ready,” his boyfriend said, and the airman arched an eyebrow at him.

“We? Who’s we? This was all you, babe.”

He gestured to the food that was already simmering and looking done, and Evan chuckled and wiped his hands on the dishtowel and said, “Yeah, well, you’re the one who bought the tool. Which, by the way, I wanted to ask…how long have you been planning on this setup?”

Tommy ducked his eyes and reluctantly admitted, “For almost a year, actually. A little bit before you and I met, I was thinking about getting a new range—and then we met, and I started taking my research more seriously. Before, I was gonna get just any old thing, but then I saw how passionate you and Bobby were about cooking, so I decided to take my time and make sure it was something that was good and would last for a long time.”

Evan gave him one of those soft, slow smiles of his that made him feel special every time he saw them…

…and then he said, “You picked a good one.”

Tommy smiled right back at him.

“Yeah, I think so.”

He knew full well that they were no longer talking about the cooking range, the two of them with their eyes locked on each other…and then steam started to spill out of the edge of one of the pans and Evan tore his eyes away, and Tommy smirked as he scrambled to save the food.

The food survived and a few minutes later they were sitting on the couch, each with a plate of chicken piccata and freshly cooked vegetables on the side, having popped on a nature documentary that they were both enjoying and wanted to finish. The narrator spoke in the background about arctic terns as Tommy stared at his boyfriend’s face in profile, marveling at how damn lucky he’d gotten, barely even tasting the amazing dinner his boyfriend had made.

After a moment, however, Evan suddenly said, “You’re staring at me,” and he nodded, unashamed.

“Yeah, I am.”

He didn’t turn his head, but he did mutter under his breath, “God, you’re such a weirdo,” and he smirked and said, “Damn right. I’m your weirdo,” and he nudged his leg against his, and was thrilled when he was able to get Evan to smile that toothy smile that made his eyes crinkle up in the corners.

Feeling slightly insecure, still, Tommy carefully asked, “So…you really like the stove?” and his boyfriend nodded.

“I really do, babe.”

Once more settled, he nodded and turned his attention back to the show, where he heard the narrator say, “And after almost a year apart…they’re together again,” and he couldn’t help but think about even though he and Evan had only been apart for about four months, it might have been a year as far as he was concerned. He had never been happier that were together, and now he had to make plans to make it even more permanent.

He grinned.