#BFF Challenge

[glueoffline]

i miss him

[amymbona]

Patrick Zweig is the type of guy that makes fun of you for playing dress up with dolls and still sleeping with your stuffed animal, but the next time he comes to your place and sees that bunny plushie on your bed, he becomes almost attached to it.

He's just resting on your bed, casually perched up against your pink, soft pillows, mumbling something about his practice with Art and tennis, he doesn't really hear himself to be honest, and casually picks up the stuffed bunny in his hands. It's comical but also really cute, how he holds the toy under its armpits, as if it was a baby, and taps its hanging feet against his own chest, making it walk.

"And then Art hit the ball. I thought he wouldn't cause - y'know - I threw it a bit off to the side and he usually doesn't really run to get it. You know him, classic Art. But then he hit it and I had to like- Jump! Boom!"

He keeps rambling about the Wimbledon worthy moment, imitating the movements that have happened on the court with the plushie's little body, swinging its arms around to really make it look like it. The sight makes you giggle, mainly the underlying innocence and child-like vulnerability with the way he handles the toy despite making fun of it earlier. You're definitely gonna tease him about it later.

[coolgrl111]

LOVE ur texts aus!! Can u write about Art finding out reader got into an accident and broke her leg or wrist maybe?? xx

YESSS!! decided on bff/fwb art x reader, hope that’s okay! ENJOYYY this one’s real silly

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[tarotofbadkitties]

I'm obsessed with Tashi's refusal to pretend she's changed her mind about wanting both Art and Patrick. At different times, Art and Patrick both come to her all insecure and passive-aggressive to demand she say they've got her forever and their bff is out of the running and she's really like lol nope every time. "My preference is both of you, but I'll trade you back and forth as needed if you two can't get along" is her final answer. I love that for her.

[deathshallbethelastenemy]

where you go, i go (2)

TEEN!gojo x FEM!reader (soulmate AU)

TW⚠️: angst, toji being toji, reader thinks about killing someone, gojo is in his tweaked out enlightenment era soooooo gojo a little creepy and eerie

Part 2 of what you see, i see

She had been going through the motions for the rest of the day, she hadn't even bothered to stop by her school clubs, until she arrived home. A sickly sweet scent of pastries attacked her senses the second she entered. Her house doubled as a bakery for the first floor. It was a popular hang out place for people her age especially for couples. There was a parade of them this time - cheerful couples were already sharing their coffees and sugary pastries.

The universe was laughing at her. It had to be. Why else would there be so many happy couples in the store right now? It was pointing and laughing hysterically on the ground saying: "That's what you get for ignoring me! That's what you get for resenting my gift to you!" Because that's what a soulmate was, a gift. A rare and wonderful gift that no one believed in, except for those who have experienced it themselves, and she had lost it; lost him.

She almost cried on the spot.

Her mother waved gleefully from behind the register, her daughter seldom returned it as she went up the stairs. She dropped her school bag in her room besides her desk and, face first, flopped on her bed.

She closed her eyes. Nothing, there was nothing.

Her lip quivered as tears began to sting her eyes, but she couldn't cry. Not when her mother was expecting her to change and put on an apron and help as she always did after school. She could silently mourn him tonight.

She let out a shaky breath. Did she even have the right to mourn him? She had never met him or talked to him. Everytime she thought of him recently was only to insult him or dismiss him entirely. No, she did not have the right to mourn him and she deserved to feel empty on the inside.

She put on a clean apron and slugged her way down stairs with a smile as she took over her mother's place at the register. Her mom kissed the top of her head and beamed at her with a thumbs up.

She never understood why so many people hated working retail, but now, she did. She had to force a smile and treat every customer kindly, all the while, she was dying on the inside.

A man had come in. Tall and insanely buff, a scar on his mouth. He ordered the cheapest pastry on the menu and handed her a wadded up yen. Her blood turned cold when their fingers brushed.

Her mother quickly took the money away from her as she gave her a quick command to check on the oven in the back.

She swallowed and listened to her mom. Her steps were quick as she pushed the double doors that led to the kitchen, she hugged herself.

It was him. It had to be him. That was the man who killed Gojo Satoru. She reached for a knife and gripped it tight. She should kill him. Her soulmate was dead and he was the reason why. She should try and avenge him.

Sheshouldsheshouldsheshouldsheshould-

The oven blared next to her. Her head snapped to it as the knife clattered on the ground, and with shaky mitted hands she opened the oven, and took out the fresh pastries.

Those were dangerous thoughts; thoughts she never thought she would ever have against anyone. She took off the oven mitts and looked outside the circle window of the kitchen - he was leaving and her mother was watching him like a hawk, even when the bell rang sharply with a muffin in his mouth as he walked outside with the rest of the crowd. She didn't know what possessed her to run after him, but she did. Maybe, all she wanted to know was why he had killed Gojo Satoru. Maybe, she wanted this man to kill her too, so she wouldn't feel empty inside anymore.

A blur of a conversation as the words tumbled out of her mouth: "Why? Why did you kill Satoru?"

She didn't register anything other than his gruff voice, "Ah, he had a soulmate. If I were you I'd keep that information to yourself from now on." Uninterestedly, he continued, "You wouldn't want the Gojo clan to know about you. No doubt, they'll try to marry you off to another member of the clan." and then, kept walking.

She didn't hear the interest in his voice when he said to himself, "But she would be worth a lot of money if I did take her to them." He would negotiate a price first to see if he was right about her being worth any money. He would worry about that later, right now, he had a star plasma vessel to turn in.

A sharp tug on her arm is all that stopped her from running after him again.

"______! What were you thinking?" her mother gritted out as she led her back into the bakery. Her mother's voice is strict and unwavering, "Go to your room."

And she did.

She tossed the apron on her desk and kicked her school bag. How was she supposed to live like this with the rest of her entire life half-full?

A sob violently escaped her.

This was how everyone else in the world lived, she realized.

Aching and alone.

Desperate and searching.

Wanted and unwanted.

Now, she was just like everyone else like she had always wanted. She supposed, she couldn't complain.

She laid in bed, wrapped herself in a blanket - trying to keep warm, but she doubted, she'd ever feel warm again as she cried herself to sleep.

She dreamt about Satoru. Flashes of a long chain, of red, of purple, of blood, of a crowd clapping, of someone wrapped in a white sheet, of a long dark hallway.

The universe was laughing at her again. Why else would it give her dreams about him?

An uneasiness settled into her bones. Someone was watching her. The grim reaper, no doubt wearing the face of her soulmate's assassin. If death wanted her, so be it.

She kept her eyes closed.

She saw herself sleeping soundly in death's gaze. She saw the time pass through her window changing from sundown to night as death continued to watch her intently.

Hours had passed.

00:57:39

She wondered at what specific time the grim reaper would take her.

1:13:01

Did it want her to open her eyes?

1:13:10

Probably.

1:13:15

The grim reaper has been patiently waiting for her.

1:13:17

Why keep death waiting then?

1:13:20

Her eyes fluttered open.

Beautiful, vibrant cerulean blue.

It was not death. It was -

"Satoru," she whispered.

"______," he whispered back.

Satoru was sitting down on the floor extremely close to her bed with his legs crossed while his hands rested neatly on his ankles. There was dry blood on his face and on his white dress shirt.

Her mouth moved but no sound came.

"You were crying," he said as he caressed her cheek soothing his thumb along the trail of stained lines that her dried tears had left, "alot."

So, he had seen everything.

She put her hand over his and gently rubbed circles.

Satoru scooted closer to her bed, "I didn't like seeing you cry," his hand trailed up to her scalp, "or frown," and gently ran his fingers through her hair.

He laid his head down on her bed and stared at her with those vibrant, sparkling eyes; eyes that could see everything she could never see.

She touched his cheek gently, "I didn't like not feeling you."

Her whole body shivered. Satoru was here, in front of her, and she was still cold.

"Are you still cold?"

She nodded.

Never letting go of her, he kicked off his shoes and climbed under the blanket with her. He wrapped his legs around hers as her arms wrapped under his uniform jacket.

With his hand still tangled in her hair, he said, "Better?"

His heartbeat had returned to her. They were beating in unison again.

"Better," she hummed. "You?" She asked.

His lips pressed softly on her forehead, "Much better." He tugged her in closer into his chest.

She smiled.

She was warm again.

@whatamidoing89 @mr-underhills-things

Part 1: what you see, i see

Part 3: you know i adore you

Part 4: i'm crazier for you

Part 5: baby, you're the life of the party

Part 6: something's made your eyes go cold

[lynzishell]

The Present 🧡 Chestnut Ridge

Prev // Next

Transcript below the cut:

Danny: I think Chester likes you. Phoenix: Yeah, she’s been following me everywhere. Danny: D’you wanna try milking her? Phoenix: Are you just trying to rope me into doing all your chores. Danny: [giggles] Maybe.

Phoenix: You sure I’m doing it right? Danny: Yeah, don’t worry, she always makes that sound.

Phoenix: [laughing] Danny: Told you this was the best part.

Danny: She’ll love you forever now.

[natolesims]

Fishing buddies! 🐸🐟

[bloomingkyras]

Bought herself to a peaceful country's call, Henford on Bagley. But the peaceful not gonna last long after Miss Agnes came and nagging 🤣. Rosé also, slowly coming back posting on simstagram and accepting the pregnancy.

[stella-romano]

BESTIES IN SULANI 💘

Meet one of my best friends, Steph. She's been my ride or ride since we were young.

Thank you for being here with me on this trip and for being one of my bridesmaids. 🥰

[asthedeathoflight]

Was going to make a post about how when Swan is counting off all the Warriors in Woodlawn Cemetery she doesn't do it in roll call order but she does put Ajax and Rembrandt right next to each other, which would indicate theyre standing near one another (when u are obsessed with a ship which is not actually real u gotta take what u can get) but I went back in the lyrics and Swan actually DOES say their names in roll call order BUT she swaps herself for Cleon. Diabolical. This fucking album man.

[duusheen]

Jay Pollock's new album is out! Go follow him on Spotify 😎

[lucxien]

[veunho]

Shout-out to anyone who goes out of their way to befriend specific villagers I just become besties with whoever I cross paths the most in my current run

[amymbona]

i went to the beach yesterday and all i could think about was your writing and patrick 😓 may i suggest a beach day fic with him?

This is so bff Patrick coded tbh <3

Just a really calm and nice day, you and your best friend, no school no tennis no nothing to worry yourself about. Simply the two of you, the salty smell of the sea and the sun abusing your two backs. You insist on helping Patrick spread the sunscreen over his shoulders, stating that even when his freckles are adorable, he should be cautious while sitting under direct sun for the whole day.

Patrick does the same for you later, when you're laying on your tummy, slowly untangling the knot on your bikini top and drooling as he sees the sides of your breasts squished against the towel. He rubs his big palms all over your back, tickling your sides with his fingertips just to see you squirm, and smirks when catching a glimpse of your nipple when you raise your arm to slap him.

He buys you some ice cream and watches you lick it sensually - are you doing that on purpose? - the movements of your tongue making his swim trunks suddenly very much tighter. Later, he wipes a hint of vanilla off of your lip, aching to kiss you right there. But then you run away, completely oblivious to the way his gaze trails over your body. You're fucking torturing him.

Patrick joins you in the water, finding every excuse to get as close to you as possible. When you splash water on his face, giggling playfully, Patrick's arms wrap around your waist, tugging your almost naked body against his and dips you under the water. He holds you below the surface just to tortute you a bit in return, knowing you deserve it for being such a tease, and then holds you in his arms when you cling onto him like a literal lifeline.

"You're such an idiot, Patrick, what the fuck? I'm gonna slap you next time. You're so stupid."

You don't speak to him for the following half an hour, focusing on some stupid book that, in Patrick's opinion, doesn't even belong to the beach. You're here to have fun, not to pursue your academic life, so he simply steals the book from your grasp and grins when you demand it back.

"Give me a kiss and I might consider it," he shrugs, that idiotic smile on his face.

You're so adorable at that moment, your whole face pink as the embarrassment laces with mild sunburn and he sees you swallow your spit heavily. "What?"

"You heard me, baby."

And so you do. Pressing a small, entirely platonic, smooch to his lips, you snatch the book out of his hands and get into reading again. And he's there, grinning like the fucking idiot he is because he has finally stolen a precious kiss from your mouth. And it so fucking easy.

You try to ignore Patrick but he tugs you into his chest, not caring at all that the heat of your salty bodies pressed together. He has you close to him and that's what matters, plus, you're not protesting at all.

Soon, the shades blend together and above you a pinky play of different volumes stretches across the sky, casting a warm glow over the sea. It's almost romantic, if the two of you could shut up and could stop bickering for a second, but both of you are a pair of absolutely insufferable individuals. Not that neither of you cares, when this has been such a nice day.

[apricote]

practising.

💌 lot by @beetlemp3 🤍

[itsmistyeyedbi]

And the kiss! (in addition to this)

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I'm not tagging this because the tags are just me rambling about my thoughts on what a says here. I guess it could be t/w/c critical? But barely I think lol.