#HES ALMOST HERE!!!!! and soon he will be to u guys…🥺

[ruporas]

⭐️ MINIWOO UPDATE ⭐️

Production + quality check are all completed and finished by the manu!! He’ll be on his way to me next week!!

My Mini Vash sample is also going to arrive next week and once he arrives, I’ll be closing the interest check! If you’re interested in a max Vash plushie to potentially match with Wolfwood, the interest check is here!

⭐ MINIWOO UPDATE ⭐

Hello! It's been a sec, but I have some news!

All the freebies have been delivered to me!! All the Miniwoos will be going under quality check next week and then they'll be sent to me! There's a chance I'll have everything ready by the end of December :D But I don't want to take risks in the midst of busy Holiday mailing, so I'll take the extra time to be super thorough into putting my love and care into packing the Miniwoos. He should be set to be shipped out in Early January, as I originally hoped!

Thank you all for your patience and please keep looking forward to him ^^

On a side note, I've been busy working on his buddy's sample, which is also soon to be on the way to me... Interest check very soon!

[luminiscented]

The hc in the master of nature hc list where she makes cole his mom's broth and he cries,,,,that is so 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺can u maybe so a full fic on that hc🙏🙏🙏💓💓thanky 💕💕

Taste of home/ Take care of the inside

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Pairing: Cole x Fem! Master of nature! Reader

Status: Dating

Type: oneshot

Summary: Reader makes Cole a broth with her healing herbs from one of his mother's recepies. She comforts him.

Warnings: Insecurities, no beta we die like Zane in s3

Note: THAT WAS SO CUTEEEE THANK UUU!! I'm sorry for it being so late!! I'm having exams in my non dominant language almost every day and i'm holding on a thread :')

Your boyfriend layed in your bed, his shirt and gi off and in the washing machine after a tough mission. The door to your room creaked open silently as you came in with a small tray of food. Cole's eyes we're closed as he layed his head back to rest for a minute, but as soon as the scent of your cooking hit his nose, his eyelashes fluttered open. The smell was familiar to him. It scratched his brain in the right way, as if something missing was tugging at his heart that was seemingly long forgotten. You gently sat down on the bed and left the tray of food on the counter. You rearranged the pillows and covers so your partner was more comfortable and not in pain. You looked at Cole's muscular chest, now littered in cuts and few bruises here and there. You took his hand and he met your gaze with his own softening one, frustration still visible. For now it was time to take care of the outside, the inside would have to wait for a brief second. You pressed a tender kiss to his cheek as you handed him the tray - a small bowl of broth, a piece of bread and a piece of cake on the side. Cole sighed in relief at the warm sensation of the steam in his face.

"Thanks, Hun. You're great." The master of earth spoke softly before the smell hit his nose even harder and it really caught his attention. It brought a lot to him in a brief moment - sounds, senses, smells, feelings...people. It was his favorite dish as a kid, when everything was ok, when he had smiling, laughing mom and dad at the dinner table. A simple bowl of broth was able to bring back a piece of his long gone family back to him. He stared at the bowl for a while more. His thoughts were scattered, flying into different directions, but in a calm manner. His thoughts shifted to his mom. What would she think of him now? What would she say? How would she look like now? He wanted her to be proud so badly. He thought of his mother every day, especially on missions like this one where he barely made it out alive.

Cole brought the spoon to his lips with shaky movements. It even tasted the same. That same exact flavor. All bruises and cuts faded instantly on his muscular chest. You pressed a kiss to his forehead at the sight of his clear skin. A sigh escaped Cole's lips before a tear dripped down right into the hot broth. A wave of anxiety flooded through your chest. Maybe it was a mistake, you shouldn't have called Cole's dad to ask for the recipe. You took a soft breath before speaking up.

"I'm sorry, maybe i shouldn't have." He was clearly pained by such a memory, perhaps you did more bad than good. "I thought it would've been nice and i...don't know. Sorry." You looked at him with a gentle gaze. You had no idea what it was like to lose the rock in your life, the person who loved you the most. The master of earth's hand found it's way to yours and enveloped it tenderly, afraid to break it if he used more force.

"Thank you for reminding of something nice i had." He looked down, his smile melancholic and full of different emotions you couldn't describe. You were relieved for a moment until you heard a sob. You looked at Cole and your heart broke - the strong, undestroyable guy who was as tough as stone finally let his guard down and he broke right in front of you, crying ugly, but still with a smile on his face. You rushed to take the plate away and you took him in your arms.

He cried quietly as you stroked his gorgeous raven locks. You shushed the man grasping you for dear life and you pressed kisses to the top of his head. You gave him back a piece of his home. It was nothing to you, but to him it mattered so so much. Something even as simple as that could be so much for him. You could never know. You kept petting his hair as he wailed in your arms quietly. Maybe the same way once his father wailed in his mother's arms. You wouldn't know. For now you could only shush the sweetest man in the world as he trusted his most sacred feelings to you.

[damianwayne0]

Minecraft || (3)

(part 3) part 1 | part 2 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6

Tim and Dick finally finds Damian after 2 whole Minecraft days , at a cave behind Y/ns house .

Tim : YOU DEMON BRAT! GIVE IT BACK!

Damian, who was mining for 5 days straight after Y/n kicked him out the house, got startled. : WHAT THE- DRAKE!?

Tim : GIVE THOSE BACK!! *

Damian : AND GRAYSON!?

Dick , giving nervous laugh: heyy?

Damian: what the fuck you imbeciles doing here?

Tim, taking out his diamond sword with a evil look says : I know you took them and you better give them all back and when I say all I mean all six stacks of them.

Damian, unfazed : what stacks?

Dick : someone apparently stole his 6 stacks of cobble stones and ever since then he is acting crazy.

Damian: well I didn't steal your cobble stones .

Tim , attacking with a diamond sword Damian: I know you took them ! You took revenge after I blew up your chicken!

Damian, pulling out his sword: oh, so you were the one who killed Mrs. Peck!?

Dick : Mrs. Peck?🥺

As Damian pull out his diamond enchanted sword with sharpness 5 , Tim almost forgot about his 6 stacks of cobble stones.

Dick : NO NO STOP! NO FIGHTING ALLOWED!

Damian : >tt< You are a fool to think that we would actually listen to you.

Dick, dramatically putting his hands on his chests : I am offended.

Damian: And?

Tim , who had been searching Damians chest while he and dick were talking and : I knew it! You did take it!

Dick & Damian: what?

Dick and Damian hurried up to Tim .

Dick, after seeing the chest : really?

Damian : are u blind, drake?

In the chest dick and Damian saw 10 stacks of stones and half stack diamonds and some bread . And yep not any existent of cobble stones .

Tim : He definitely smelted my cobble stones into stones!

Damian, who was already irritated with these imbeciles interrupting his mining , just dove his hands into his inventory and brought out a pickaxe with slik touch : ....

Dick : And didn't you say you had only 6 stacks?

Tim , giving a small nervous laugh: oh yeah hehe.

Damian, offended : And how would you guys even think that I would steal something and that to from drake? The things he touches becomes a cursed object.

Tim : uhh thank you?

Dick, feeling guilty: we are sorry Damian

Tim : we?

Dick , glaring at Tim: We are sorry Damian

Tim, now scared: Yeah we are sorry Damian

Damian : Yeah whatever >tt<

Tim : but I still didn't find those!!!!

Dick : Maybe we should look for Jason, maybe he knows something?

Tim : Yeah ur right. Let's go then what are we waiting for?

Dick , to Damian: do you wanna also come with us?

Damian, rolling his eyes: >tt< whatever ( translates to yeah sure )

Dick : let's go then!

Notes • Hope you guys liked it and don't forget to like if you liked it ^⁠_⁠^✨ and part 4 will be coming soon I hope .

[golbrocklovely]

haven't posted one of these in a while so…

here’s more of colby’s tweets from 2020.

i don’t have proof that these are his tweets, but believe me, they are his.

if it’s bold and italicized, it’s someone’s tweet to him.

if it’s in (), that’s just me commenting lol

added bonus: if they have a * next to them, that means it’s been deleted

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July 3 - me and my homies have pillow fights in hotel rooms

fan: TELL ME TO GO TO BED

GO TO BED!

decided to take a walk alone in palm springs CA tonight, almost got mugged by two dudes. i’m okay and back at my hotel! PSA don’t wander off alone in a foreign area without friends.

fan: @/ColbyBrock why is your foot scarred up

had to run, i’ll explain later i promise

other fan: damn what shoes were you in or were you in no shoes

barefoot like an idiot 🤦🏻‍♂️

Cactus: 1 Colby Brock: 0

July 8 - fallin in love is so beautiful but can bring so much pain

maybe that’s why i’m so closed off

emotionally unavailable cause i’m scared to fall so deep again

fan: But the pain brings a drive unlike any other

facts

fan: Who hurt our baby🥺😠

no one .. just circumstances out of my control

July 9 - i miss japan everyone is so nice there

July 11 - new hair hi

@/mannymua733: colby in purple hair : “r u lost baby girl” me : 👁👄👁

hahahah

July 12 - life is a movie and YOU are the main character

July 13 - @/allylovesit: Miss you lol @/ColbyBrock

i miss you!

July 14 - leaving a ghost town and ended up with two flat tires. seems something didn’t want us to go so soon

July 16 - don’t settle for any less than you deserve !

manifest the person you want to be, and become them

July 17 - i love my LGBTQ fans !

(a whole month after pride? tsk tsk colby lol jk)

fan: @/AmberScholl can you and @/ColbyBrock plz do this tik-tok trend😂

@/amberscholl: @/ColbyBrock u down ??

you just wanna see me in a dress huh ;)

@/amberscholl: in my dress, specifically

July 18 - if you’re at war with yourself in your own mind, time really makes things get better.. promise.

July 21 - keep having this same dream over the course of the past 2 years. not sure what to think

July 22 - i’m in a really deep Michael Jackson phase right now and i don’t know why

stop pulling my heart strings 1D

July 23 - someone said i looked like a 19 year old uncle yesterday 💀

(what does this even mean sksksk)

i haven’t seen this much happiness on social media in a LONG time. thank you one direction.

fan: Serious question: what’s ur favorite song by them?

rock me ! or up all night

getting a big tattoo tonight

July 24 - for me and my best friend. (pics of his tattoo that's about him and sam)

July 27 - fan: i lose sleep every night knowing @/ColbyBrock hasn’t said what his favorite song from harry styles is 😪

sign of the times 🖤

July 28 - let’s forget who we are

July 30 - i miss the deep talks at 3am with someone special where you get the feeling of being high on life just from being so deep in conversation 🛸

Aug. 1 - what’s up guys it’s sam and colby

Aug. 3 - fan: I wonder if @/ColbyBrock thinks he’s hot, cute, or both👀 I’m expecting an answer sir

none of the above

we lost one of our little kitties today :/ RIP scar, you deserved a better life. hope you’re eatin all the tuna you can imagine you in heaven #trapcats

Aug. 6 - if i can, then you can too

Protect Your 🖤

Aug. 7 - i hate when people talk behind my back

Aug. 10 - tired

Aug. 13 - kingdom hearts

@/mannymua733: that's the tweet

love u

(miss colby and manny having interactions, ngl)

ever since our feral cat Scar passed away the other cats hardly show up anymore 💔

Aug. 16 - i feel like most alive when i’m the most uncomfortable

Aug. 17 - our neighbors are so scary, saw this old woman in a nightgown running around at 10pm last night not making a sound .. please SOS

*Aug. 21 - #teamcolby is back? let us know if you want a mini prank war to happen …

@/jakewebber9: i thought we left pranks behind, now u got it coming for ya buddy

guys he called me his “buddy” 🖤😱😚

Aug. 25 - just got my photo shoot pics back 👀

Aug. 27 - in the end the answer will always be and has always been love

Aug. 30 - i will never ever understand why someone would take the time to hate on another person for absolutely no reason

don't just say it, prove it. stand behind it

Sept. 1 - (posted some shirtless photoshoot pics)

@/mannymua733: seeing this photo on my timeline… (video of him closing his mouth)

lmaooo

@/DavidAlvareeezy shut up and kiss me

😗

Sept. 3 - why do i kinda like the tattoo pain

Sept. 7 - there’s some memories that no matter how hard i try, they will never leave me alone

(oh damn even i forgot this one… poor baby)

Sept. 9 - everything can feel so heavy

Sept. 13 - the old XPLR vibes are back and it feels so good 😈

Sept. 14 - always in my head

Sept. 15 - man i missed traveling so much

Sept. 16 - sometimes i don’t mind wearing a mask in public cause it hides my face

Sept. 17 - don’t forget to question everything

fan: @/ColbyBrock can you do me a favor and call me a bitch again

you’re a lil bitch

Sept. 20 - @/mannymua733: i think i need to glam @/ColbyBrock and @/SamGolbach

👀👀👀

Sept. 21 - such a beautiful day in Los Angeles i hope everyone is feeling okay !

Sept. 22 - you can’t help it if your mind changes

Sept. 24 - “Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that” -Martin Luther King Jr.

Sept. 28 - i just have no idea where i’d be without you

[todorokies]

hai knives ! ! i hope ure doing well i miss u so much my baby 💌💌 currently playing valo wit satoru. . .

as for sugu , tell him i said hai ! !

when did u guys meet ? what did u not like about him in the beginning of being together ? do u guys live together / plan on living together soon ?

hi yuyu !!! i miss u too my loveee 🥺💗 and is satoru a good valorant player?? 🧐

btw suguru says hi backkkk <33

we met about five months ago in a vintage bookstore !! we were both regulars and would see each other all the time especially on the weekends it was him who finally approached me >:)

i honestly didn’t like how intensely he stares at me 😭 it always makes me feel like i have something on my face or i don’t look my best on that day, but he said he’s just super interested in what i have to say and that he simply thinks im the prettiest 🥹 and he never had any bad intentions ( i’ve gotten used to it, but it still catches me off guard here and there )

we actually don’t live together but the way im at his apartment almost everyday it’s like i practically live there lmaooo but we promised each other that someday in the near future whenever we’re both ready for that next step we’ll go house hunting together :))

[justablah56]

I HAVE BEEN SUMMONED!!!!!!

life happened and i quit my job and almost lost my car so i took a break from online activities bUT I’M BACK BABY

also thinking of remaking my entire tumblr blog and system so. possibly coming off anon soon if i work up the nerve. big changes to come

anyways. the real reason we are all here. gothweebcleats.

i started season 2 again recently bc i got my partner into it (!!!!! its fave is taylor :3) and we got to the beginning of the fbi arc

beth rolling a natty 1 on the roll to have scary hold on to link is so </////////////3 even tho it gave us great great swiftli content

recently i have been thinking abt car rides and like. obviously taylor’s the first to get a car (rich mom life) but i think scary is the first to be seriously Attached to her car. it’s a home away from home yk? when she’s upset she can go to her car and either let it out or see her friends and i think that is so unbelievably important for a teenage girl. also just first space that is Her’s fully and truly (hc that she bought it herself) and she can decorate it however she wants. she keeps markers in the glove compartment so people can doodle on her ceiling and she lets taylor put his anime girl stickers on the dashboard and there’s a dent in the side of the rear passenger door from a rouge soccer ball and a little teen high bumper sticker next to a joker bumper sticker DO U SEE MY VISION. (she is just like me fr.)

linc never gets their license imo (passenger princess 4ever) and normal does not get a car until he Absolutely Has To (he’s like 32. darryl wilson energy)

back to taylor. taylor got his car detailed so it has anime girls on the sides and back. this is a non-negotiable headcanon. BUT outside of that i think his car is super clean and fairly organized, a couple stray monster cans maybe but he cleans his car on the weekends. can and will yell at people for putting their feet on the dash. always has a full tank and complete first aid kid kinda guy. i love him your honor

no one knows if hermie has a car. they kinda just appear

okay ta-ta for now see u later <3 peace and love

GOTHWEEBCLEATS ANON YOU ARE BACK !!! YIPPEE !!!!!!! actively celebrating your return I am so happy !! welcome back !!!!

anyways , hngnngng scary being attached to her car 🥺🥺 ough so important to me !! it's a space that is fully and 100% hers !!!! sobs !!!!! AND ALL THE LITTLE PERMANENT PARTS OF HER FRIENDS INCLUDED ON IT IS SO IMPORTANT EXPLODES EXPLODES EXPLODES it's her space to decorate how she wants and she wants to decorate it with the people she loves !!!!!!! literally everything to me !!!!!!!!!!!!

and ough yeah <3333 passenger princess Lincoln <33333 beloved <333333 so real and true <3 and normal <333 they are both just like me fr <3 scary is driving everyone everywhere <333333 and everything about Taylor's car is so !! him having the most absurd and extra car imaginable and then you go in and it is So Clean and he Will yell at you if you put your feet on the dash <3 beloved <3 and hermie sbdnwkkdksd that's so in character for them i love that

[taeyungie]

hi! bored as well. realized my crush only texted me once today and never replied 🥺 usually i would wonder why but im trying hard to fixate & not take things like that so personal cause the day before we were on the phone for almost 2 hrs (even tho he's been busy) i think im an anxious attachment person or something (ive been hearing lots of new things lately) but sounds about right. why are u alone for 4 hrs?

hi! 💞 aw, i think you should not worry! just like you said he did make time for you even though he's been busy the day before, maybe something important happened or he has forgotten (it's not something extremely bad to forget sometimes imo, it's unfortunately something i do too, quite often, not intentionally or to ghost someone, but i have bad memory and lots od distractions), maybe he really does not have time to use the phone at the moment, don't worry love, sometimes not taking things personally is really hard especially when we REALLY care about something or someone, it's okay and normal that you feel that way :) you keep thinking about him and you wish he thought about you too, and it's totally okay when you like someone <3 but sometimes daily life is getting in the way and it probably has nothing to do with him not wanting to spend time talking to you. i hope you guys get to talk to each other soon, no worries sweetheart and i wish you all the best 💓

i've been at work since 6:30am and it's quite lonely here, it's 12pm right now, i still have 3 more hours to go and it's very empty today since it's friday, i did all my work already and now i'm bored hahah i'm not physically alone but my coworkers don't keep me company, and since i feel talkative today i am here :D

[seiwas]

niku heheh thank god my memory sux bc this felt like i was reading it again for the first time 💗 and yOU CAN BET I WAS FREAKINGNASBHJGBSAHDBGHJASDJ

OF COURSE YOUR DIALOGUE IS IMPECCABLE. AGAIN. the tension is always there sdbhsj and your reader dynamics with gojo are always so so fun to read esp considering this is technically infinite loop reader 😭😭 AND IM OBSESSED WITH THEM SDHGBSAKD

i love how your writing has a very distinct tone of bullying gojo 🫶🏻 or just generally being done w him 🫶🏻 hehe 'dumb pricks like him don't get attention at bedtime'

AND HE'S SO INSUFFERABLE. like you ALWAYS WRITE HIM THIS WAY and it makes me audibly sigh out: oh my GOD. when you made his hand ride up reader's back i WAS SCREAMING U BET I WAS OMFG u don't write scenes like this often SO YOU CAN IMAGINE MY EYES WHEN I WAS LIKE OMG. IS NIKU GOING THERE. IS NIKU REALLY GOING THERE.

and whEN HE STARTS KISSING READER'S BACKSA DFASDF. SRSLY WHAT'S UP WITH THIS GUY I WANT TO SHAKE HIS HEAD AND SLAP HIM (dying inside). LIKE. HOW DARE YOU WRITE THIS: 'Gojo's other hand finds your waist, his fingers gripping you tightly, almost desperately, as he presses his mouth to your skin again.'

AND IT GETS EVEN WORSE WHEN HE GOES DOWN TO THE PAJAMA BOTTOMS???! omfg this was when i really went like... IS NIKU RLLY GOING HERE & the fACT THAT HIS FINGERS SLIDE UNDER TOO. LIKE. hELLLOOO???????!!! AND THEN HE FLIPS READER AROUND??!?!?!?

there's so much... SKIN CONTACT HERE. NOT USED TO IT. IM FANNING MYSELF. LIKE WTAF: 'As soon as you move, so does Gojo, closing the distance between you to press his forehead to yours, angled so his lips are just hovering over yours.' HOW CAN I NOT SCREAM AT THIS HOW

i also like how we both agree...... gojo is insatiable. and i also love how u make equally if not almost as desperate for him (lowkey) too.

AND THIS LINE OF RESIGNATION: 'Does it even matter? You know the real winner here will be Satoru Gojo like always.' help.... there is no way around this man....

i gulped at this: 'Truthfully, there's a part of you that wants it too—to feel his lips on yours, on you, breaths mingling as you grasp at him, fingers tangling in his hair while he tugs at your clothes, desperate for as much skin on skin contact as possible. + There's no reason to deny him anymore, not when you've become intimate like this and yet…' ... this is ... very close to you writing mHM niku... just a lil bit more... MHM..... also 'become intimate like this'/?!?!?!?! their relationship has grown 🥺🥺🥺🥺

AND THE END SEQUENCE: “You are so…” you trail off as Gojo moves impossibly closer, his lips are feather light against yours and any normal person would probably consider this a kiss.

YOU ACTUALLY MADE THEM KISS SHBGAHJSDFBJASDHF IM SO NOT OVER IT. AM FREAKING BC I CANT BELIEVE YOU WROTE THEM LIKE THIS. THE SATISFACTION I FEEL RN oh MY GOD .......... even tho the kiss is rlly just barely there........ they have so much skin contact here..... i just... wow.

for the love of god, please don't perceive me.

barely proofread. established relationship. written with infinite loop!verse reader in mind, but can be read stand alone, especially i because i think they'd hate to be perceived too.

You roll over, turning your back to Gojo. He whines out your name but you ignore him. Dumb pricks like him do not get attention at bedtime.

Doesn't stop him from trying though.

He whimpers like a kicked puppy but you remain steadfast. You're used to these tactics of his— you can ignore them. Gojo should realize that too.

And he does, because he changes them.

You feel him scooch closer to you, the warmth rippling off his body calling to you like a siren song. It's hard, but you do not lean into him; you won't give him the satisfaction.

Then you realize Gojo has gone silent and in your experience that is never a good sign. You don't say anything. You don't budge.

Everything is completely still.

And then it's not.

Your entire body tenses up when you feel Gojo's hand at your back, sliding your shirt up as high as your stillness will allow. He cannot seriously be—

The bed groans as Gojo moves closer, his hand keeping your shirt secure as he approaches you. A shiver wracks your entire body when you feel the searing heat of his lips against your skin. You try not to move, try not to show that his actions are having an immediate effect.

He pulls away for a split second before going for another one, kissing a spot just beneath the first one. Gojo's other hand finds your waist, his fingers gripping you tightly, almost desperately, as he presses his mouth to your skin again.

With each kiss he moves lower and lower and lower still.

Your heart is beating wildly in your chest. It's so hard to stay still, but you must, you must, you must.

And then Gojo's mouth kisses the band of your pajama bottoms. He drags the hand on your waist down to your hip, fingertips dancing over the section of skin just above your pants. He traces the edge of them, before his fingers slide under to—

You can't take it any more.

You start to roll away but he's faster, grabbing you and flipping you around so that you're facing him. Gojo's legs tangle around yours as he yanks you close, arms winding around your form, trapping you in.

"Dammit!" you hiss.

"Got you now!" he gloats, cheeky, every bit of sensuality abandoned and thrown to the wayside now that he’s got you in his grasp.

Defiant, you flail around, trying to free yourself but it only results in Gojo's grip going tighter and eventually you give up and go completely still as if that'll get him to loosen his grip.

It doesn't.

"...so, how long are you gonna play dead for?" Gojo finally asks. He sounds amused, but there's something else in his tone— faint but enough to put you on edge. There's no doubt that he's planning something.

You don't want to, but you should say something; who knows what Gojo will do if you don't. Intent on feeding him some smart-ass remark, you tilt your head up only to find you've played right into his hands.

As soon as you move, so does Gojo, closing the distance between you to press his forehead to yours, angled so his lips are just hovering over yours.

You freeze. Gojo's breath is sweet, almost intoxicating, and suddenly you are at war with yourself. Instinct bids you move in closer, hungry and desperate for a taste of him, but your mind keeps you still, knowing that he's insatiable. You'd be going for just a taste but he would be consuming you whole.

"You alive in there?" he murmurs and the phantom touch of his lips makes it hard to focus. "Or do you need me to bring you back to the land of the living?"

Yes. No. Both words, both answers duke it out on the tip of your tongue and you don't know which one will come out on top.

Does it even matter? You know the real winner here will be Satoru Gojo like always.

The thought of it burns you a little. You hate letting him win and that's enough to give one side the edge it needs. "No."

He chuckles and you can tell he's not surprised in the slightest. "Oh yeah? Prove it."

You know what he's trying to get you to do, in fact he couldn't be more obvious. Truthfully, there's a part of you that wants it too—to feel his lips on yours, on you, breaths mingling as you grasp at him, fingers tangling in his hair while he tugs at your clothes, desperate for as much skin on skin contact as possible.

But there's another part of you that wants to deny him. It's the force of habit, really, the denial almost ingrained in your soul, hard-written into your body like your cursed technique. There's no reason to deny him anymore, not when you've become intimate like this and yet…

You cannot help it.

You wish you could take a third option.

(You wish you were more honest.)

There's little else you can do like this, angled and positioned for the kiss that Gojo has cornered you into. You feel his lips shift as he exhales, as if his grin is widening, as if he knows that you're realizing how inevitable the kiss is. That makes you only want to fight it more.

You just don’t know how.

“You know,” Gojo murmurs after a couple moments of silence and inaction on your part. “You’re not doing a good job at proving that you don’t need me to give you the kiss of life.”

“Shut up,” you grumble. “The fact that I’m responding should be enough for you.”

Gojo hums, making it look like he’s considering what you’ve said. You know better though, especially when he says, “...nah.”

“You are so…” you trail off as Gojo moves impossibly closer, his lips are feather light against yours and any normal person would probably consider this a kiss.

Not Gojo, though.

"So… what?" he probes. "Cool? Awesome? Irresistible?"

"None of the above."

Gojo’s arms and hands shift, his grip clearly loosening. For a split second, you consider taking the chance to see if you can free yourself from him, but you’re no fool; you know better— this is just preemptive positioning for whatever he has planned.

This is checkmate, then.

Gojo chuckles and you wonder if maybe he can read your mind as he says, his mouth hot on yours, voice a low timbre that stirs something deep in the pit of your stomach, “Guess I better prove it then.”

[luvxiem]

the stars aligned for us

word count ! 【idk】idk【idk】 pairing ! luxiem x gn!reader (separately) genre ! fluff, mild angst on luca's part summary ! different soulmate au tropes w our faves bc i'm weak and love self indulgence 🤭 soulmate aus my beloved cw ! non-explicit violence/injuries on luca's part notes ! this was written on my phone so sorry for the uggy formatting and any typos 😭💔 btw tysm for 100 followers 🥺🫶 i appreciate y'all lots for enjoying my shit LMFAOOO it's just me projecting on here but i'm glad u guys enjoy it anyways when u wanna read a fanfic so bad but it doesn't exist yet so u gotta write it urself also kindred plz don't kill me for calling vox an asshole i meant it endearingly (insert "'i hate him' while putting up his picture" meme here)

.｡.:*☆ IKE EVELAND !

TROPE: SEEING COLORS

ike's world has been black and white for as long as he could remember

his friends have always told him how beautiful everything be came after they made eye contact with their soulmate for the first time

despite them trying their best to describe colors (what does a "warm" color even look like anyway?) it was hard for ike to really care

after all, how can you miss something you never experienced?

but more than seeing colors, the novelist just wanted to meet his soulmate

it wasn't that he was lonely; ike had his fair share of relationships in the past with others like him (those who haven't had the chance to meet their soulmate just yet, but wanted to date anyways)

however being a writer comes with a certain sense of romanticism and a lust for life, and ike was no exception

he's always loved the thought of meeting someone who was perfect for him in every way; a person who he could be his honest self around and love with all his heart

this is why when he suddenly started seeing colors he never could've imagined on a busy sidewalk, he immediately started scanning the crowd for you

he spotted you under the canopy of a nearby cafe. you were looking around with clear awe on your face, mouth slightly agape as you took in the new world around you, not even noticing the grumbles of passerby who narrowly avoided you.

you looked almost ethereal in your (now known as blue) button up, the sunshine leaving your skin in a warm glow. the gentle breeze ruffled your hair just right, and the novelist couldn't tear his gaze away.

as much as ike wanted to admire his new view too, he was more focused on making sure he didn't lose you. he's thought about it countless of times—dreamt of it, even—of somehow meeting his soulmate and losing them right away, never to be seen again. ike's lost enough sleep over it and he was determined to not make his nightmares a reality.

pushing past shoulders with rushed "sorry's" and "excuse me's," ike rushed to get to you as quick as possible; and soon enough, he was now standing face to face with you—the person who would become the love of his life.

your gaze fell onto him and an unspoken realization was met. you could feel it to; the ecstasy blooming in your very core at finally meeting your other half.

"hi," he breathed, a broad smile adorning his face. "i think i'm your soulmate."

.｡.:*☆ LUCA KANESHIRO !

TROPE: MUTUAL PAIN

woe is the soulmate of a certain blonde haired mafia boss

injuries came with the job, unfortunately, but the soft-hearted man couldn't help but feel sorry for his soulmate

luca knew some most of his injuries weren't normal. civilians don't get bullet wounds in their arm or knife slashes to the chest

did his soulmate worry for him? or were they wishing they weren't fated at all? as much as it hurt, luca couldn't find it in himself to blame them if they did

the small pricks he felt on his fingertips from presumably paper cuts can't compare to literally getting stabbed in the back

eventually it came to a point where luca tried to stop going outside altogether

he can't obtain any further injuries if he's always at the base, right?

but that fantasy couldn't last forever.

the one day he had to be escorted to a different location, him and his guards got ambushed

luca was the only one who got away, but not without sustaining a bullet wound to his shoulder

it wasn't as bad as it could've been but it still hurt like a bitch

stumbling into an alleyway, the blonde collapsed next to a dumpster, creating a loud thud that echoed into the night

luca was ready to rip off a piece of his shirt to wrap his shoulder when suddenly a bright light momentarily blinded him

standing a little bit away was you, pointing your phone flashlight on him while gripping your shoulder in your other hand

"so you're a med student?" luca asks, gritting his teeth when you dab at his bullet wound with rubbing alcohol. tossing the cotton ball, you reach into your first aid kit for gauze.

"yeah," you say quietly, starting to wrap his shoulder. the blonde frowns noticing how you refuse to meet his eyes. he opened his mouth to say something but you beat him to it.

"i chose this path because of you." at your words luca's eyebrow raises in question. you finished wrapping him up and now rest your hands in your lap, fiddling with your fingers. "you got so many injuries growing up and i didn't know what to do. i was worried you didn't have anyone to help you so i wanted to learn how," you explain quietly. at this the mafia boss's gaze softens.

"how'd you know? that i'm your soulmate, i mean," he asks. reaching up, you gently grazed the large scar on his abdomen with your fingers.

"i recognized your injuries," you said. luca shivered at your touch, raising his non-injured arm to cover your hand with his.

"i'm glad i ran into you then, soulmate."

.｡.:*☆ MYSTA RIAS !

TROPE: COUNTDOWN TIMER

mysta's known since he was five that he had a soulmate, just like every other five-year-old in his class

but there was one teeny little problem

ok actually it was a major problem

his timer seemed to be broken

instead of the few years or days or months like his friends had, his timer was set to decades

because of how long his timer was set for, mysta was teased mercilessly for "having a soulmate who doesn't even want to meet him"

this followed him for most of his youth until eventually he covered up his wrist and tried to forget about it alltogether

if he wasn't going to meet his soulmate until he was old and gray, why should he even care

that was until he fell through that damned portal and landed in 2022

he noticed it after he got out of the shower, spotting his wrist in the mirror while brushing back his hair

mysta's mouth dropped open in shock, dropping his arm to gently run his fingers over the numbers

the timer that was the bane of his younger self's existence was down to the hours

the detective was antsy, understandably.

a lifetime of thinking he wouldn't ever meet his soulmate suddenly turned into meeting his soulmate in twenty minutes. mysta wasn't sure what to do, how he should act. should he go outside? he should, right? how else would he meet you?

filled with a newfound sense of determination, mysta grabbed his keys and darted into the london night.

there was hardly anyone out this late; maybe his timer really was broken? what were you doing out at one in the morning, don't you know that's dangerous? who knows what kind of dangerous people were prowling outside right now.

mysta started walking briskly toward a more crowded area of the city. if he had to meet you, it would be somewhere safe.

settling on standing in front of a pub he's been to a few times with friends, the detective started counting down the minutes till he would meet you. he kept glancing at his wrist, watching the numbers go down one by one until there was only a minute left on the clock.

mysta tapped his foot impatiently as he glanced left and right down the street until suddenly, he felt the lightest tap on his shoulder. he spun on his heel and low and behold, there you were.

grinning, you spoke.

"nice to finally meet you, soulmate."

and mysta couldn't be happier.

.｡.:*☆ SHU YAMINO !

TROPE: SWITCHING BODIES

in all honesty, shu couldn't care less about having a soulmate

the idea of the universe choosing who he would fall in love with didn't sit right with him

not to mention how frustrating it would be sometimes when the two of you switched bodies at inconvenient times

like in the middle of one of his experiments

or when he's talking to one of his fellow sorcerers

or how about that time he was meditating in a lovely, perfectly quiet room for the first time in ages as a way to destress only to suddenly wake up in your body in the middle of a bustling city

yeah, shu wasn't all too happy about it, but what can he do?

so while all his friends were out actively searching for ways to meet their soulmate in person, shu was directing his energy toward mastering his powers instead

but the thing about having a soulmate is that you can't exactly reject them altogether

they're your soulmate for a reason, after all

so despite his resistance, the purple sorcerer found himself falling for you all the same

he grew antsy at particularly long periods without switching and eventually started leaving notes behind for you for when you would eventually switch

including a bright purple post-it with an address and a time and date

shu sat inside the cafe anxiously, bouncing his leg under the table while sipping his drink. he hoped that his note was obvious enough that you saw it the last time you guys swapped bodies, but how could he know for sure? you didn't leave a reply on his note, and the swap period was rather short that time too.

minutes passed the written time and the pounding in shu's chest grew louder and louder in his ears. he looked up at every tinkle of the bell above the door, hoping that it was you only to be disappointed when it wasn't. he kept glancing out the window rather obsessively, and soon enough his cup was empty too.

after 40 minutes had gone by, the sorcerer had just about given up. letting out a disappointed sigh, he rose from his chair to leave his tray and finished drink on the counter only to pause when the bell jingled one last time. shu looked up on instinct and his breath got caught in his throat.

in the doorway was you, slightly sweaty and definitely out of breath, looking frantically around the cafe before your eyes landed on him. shu was still holding the tray in his hands when you ran up to him, still in shock at seeing you in the flesh for the first time and not just through a mirror.

"h...hi..." you stutter, gripping the strap of your tote bag tightly in your fists. "i'm sorry i'm late. but i'm so glad i found you." shu broke out of his trance and smiled, setting the tray back down on the table.

"i'm glad you found me too."

.｡.:*☆ VOX AKUMA !

TROPE: FIRST WORDS

fitting for a voice demon that the first words his soulmate says to him is permanently printed onto his skin

"you're gonna have to try harder than that if you wanna impress me, pretty boy" decorated his ribs under his right pectoral

now vox knows he's hot

he's well aware of the power he holds fucking asshole and uses his charm and good looks to his advantage

the demon spent most of his early years dropping one liners and introducing himself with various pickup lines in an attempt to find his elusive soulmate

and many have tried to pretend they were his fated one but they never succeeded

after the death of his clan and being transported to the future, it took vox a long time to feel ready to find his soulmate again

slowly he started visiting pubs and parties in an attempt to socialize

it was at one of these parties that he met you

beer in hand, vox pushed past a group laughing with each other in the hallway to slip out onto the balcony. he was hoping to get a chance to breathe and get away from all the sweaty partygoers, but there was already another person out here with him. figuring it wouldn't hurt to say something, the demon let a familiar smirk slip onto his face as he approached you.

sensing his presence, you turned your head to look at him in curiosity, fiddling with the many rings on your fingers.

"why hello there; what's a gorgeous person like you doing out here all alone?" he drawls, sliding up next to you. a breathy laugh escaped your lips, dropping your head to your chest for a moment before you looked back up and meeting his gaze dead on.

"you're gonna have to try harder than that if you wanna impress me, pretty boy."

at your words vox faltered, the smirk falling from his face as his lips parted in surprise. the skin where his soulmate mark was seemed to tingle.

it seems like you figured it out too; your eyes widened and suddenly you were tugging your shirt up to show a matching tattoo on your ribs. you let the fabric fall back down and looked back up at him, a softer smile now gracing your features as vox reached over to intertwine his fingers with yours.

"would you look at that," you laughed happily. "guess you really did impress me, pretty boy."

WRITTEN ! 080222

[scarletwinterxx]

mark lee day - short scenario

hii🥺 it’s been so long i’m not sure what to say... apart from thank you to those who waited and those who showed this blog some love while I was gone🥺😭💛 ngl it’s been a tough couple of weeks hence why i haven’t written anything. 

This one is a bit close to home (i do share an almost bday w mark😅) hope you like it even tho it’s a bit late for Mark Lee day.

again. thank u thank u thank u

This is definitely a very different scenario than what you have originally planned. 

You were supposed to celebrate your birthday with your favorite human. Seeing as you share an almost birthday, his on the 2nd of August and yours on the 3rd. It’s a tradition you and Mark have had ever since you got together. 

It’s also one of the first thing you bonded over, when you were just starting to get to know each other you mentioned your birthdate to him to which he replied with an overly excited tone and huge grin, thinking that maybe it was fate all along. 

“Yo wait what? my birthday is on the 2nd” he says with the biggest smile you’ve seen, his cheeks looking so cute

“Yea, I’m born on the 3rd. Guess that makes you older than me?”

And now here you are spending it apart for the first time in 3 years.

You tried your best to cheer up whenever he calls since he’s still in quarantine. But once he hangs up, you’re overcome with this feeling of sadness and longing.  Sad because he missed so many thing these past few weeks and knowing your beloved boyfriend well he’s probably beating himself over it. 

You didn’t want to add to the list of things he’s worrying about so you try and put on a brave face for him. But in reality you wanted nothing but to curl up by his side and tell him everything’s going to be alright.

It’s been a normal day so far. Instead of having the usual celebration the two of you would have, you spent the day on your own. Not forgetting to send Mark a birthday wish the moment the clock struck twelve and a cake to be delivered later to his place. 

Hearing the doorbell ring, you wondered who it might be. You weren’t expecting anyone, you walked towards your door looking at the monitor first before opening it. You see a bunch of flowers held infront of the person’s face. 

“Uh hello?”

“Special delivery from Lee Minhyung” you hear the familiar voice of Jeno

Opening the door, you see not only Jeno but also Chenle and Jaemin waiting outside your door. Chenle holding a bunch of balloons while Jaemin has the cake. 

“What is this?” you ask the three guys

“Mark hyung asked us to deliver these to you since he can’t, he also said to check up on you but he told us to leave that part out” Chenle explains, making the two older guys look at him questioningly

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear it” you chuckle, stepping aside to let the guys in

“We’re not staying for long, just here to greet you an advance happy birthday” Jeno says as he give you the flowers, “Thank you guys, you didn’t have to come all the way here. I know you’re busy”

“No big deal, plus we know today’s kinda a bummer for you and Mark. We just wanted to help”

“Thank you really” after saying your goodbye’s, you take a quick picture of the cake, flowers and balloons. Sending the snapshot to Mark. 

Immediately he give you a call. 

“You got it?” you hear his voice ask, he still sounds a bit sick but better than the previous days you’ve talked to him. 

“Yes, you didn’t have to though. Just get well soon is all I’m asking”

“Baby, I can’t let this day pass without buying you a cake and the flowers” Mark says, already feeling the smile form on your lips “I know, I just... didn’t want to celebrate without you”

“I know, I’m sorry” Mark says

Shaking your head, you smile at him through the screen “No hey, what did we talk about. Don’t apologize okay? No one’s at fault here”

“But-” “No buts, Mark Lee. You’re going to make me sad if you say sorry one more time” finally showing the sadness you’ve been keeping from him 

“Thank you,,, for saying it’s not my fault” he mumbles, wishing he was next to instead

“Of course it’s not, no need to thank me for that. Just focus on getting better, okay? That’s all I wish for”

“I am working on that, don’t worry to much about me baby” he can see the smile making its’ way to your face again, instantly making him feel better. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you on our next birthday. And the next one after that and the many more to come” he promises to you, and you know Mark is a man of his words. 

“You have a lifetime to do that, don’t worry” you tell him

“That I do know, happy birthday to us. It’s like the universe knew I needed you in my life so they sent you” he says, not missing the lovestruck look in his eyes making you blush instantly

“Remember that time I told you I used to hate celebrating my birthday, but ever since I knew I started to like this day a little bit more” you tell him, “Hey, your birthday is definitely something to celebrate”

“Yea but I like it better because of you”

He shakes his head, looking down on the ground to hide his grin. It’s like you know just what to say to make the butterflies in his stomach flutter or how to make his heart feel like it’s about to stop beating. 

“I like you best, my love”

“This is not a competition on who likes who more, Mark Lee. Don’t make me say it again”

“But I like you more” “Na uh, I like you more”

“Okay fine, you like me more but I love you most. Ha can’t beat that” he says, effectively shutting you up. 

“I love you too, babe. Happy birthday” you tell him, “I love you, baby. Happy birthday”

[allisonlol]

CASINO DATE WITH CHUUYA

a/n: has anyone ever told u how brilliant your mind is?? kinda went off on these bc the casino is one of my favorite places. also added dazai & ranpo bc why not

warnings: vague mentions of alcohol, dazai makes one suicide joke

- Casino Date HC’s -

(Chuuya, Dazai, Ranpo)

Chuuya Nakahara

the casino is this man’s second home

therefore obviously making it a landmark for ur dates <3

likes poker & blackjack the best…so you better like them too

as soon as you guys arrive those are the first tables he drags u to 💀

if you don’t know how to play tho he’d be totally willing to teach you 😊

however if he’s competing against u he’s not gonna hold back i’m sorry

HAS THE BEST POKER FACE

he’ll look bored as hell but secretly have the best hand & win the entire game

(i used to do that lmao 😭)

always gets super lucky?? the dealer will deliver the cards and chuuya will somehow end up with a three of a kind or straight flush every time??

it gets to the point where you’re convinced he HAS to be cheating so u watch him closely the entire game

that makes him nervous tho bc he can’t play well if ur staring at him !! ur too cute and it’s distracting !!

you’ll find that he’s not cheating tho he’s just naturally amazing <3

on the rare instances that he loses…

will get so mad and probably try to flip the table lol

pls control ur feral boyfriend

he’s low key addicted to it tho…to the point where the only way to get him away from the table is to tell him ur buying drinks for the both of you or something 😭

Dazai Osamu

hmmmm

he’s not the biggest fan of the casino but he’ll go if it makes u happy <3

you guys probably go on a date there at one point or another (for lack of having anything better to do)

or from tagging along with the rest of the ADA

naturally, his favorite game is roulette

always makes an offhand joke about how he wishes it was russian roulette so it’s actually “exciting”

just look at him like 😐 and he’ll shut up lol

another one who’s insanely lucky

he always bets on even groupings of numbers

or the color red

and wins. every time.

he says it’s because you’re his lucky charm 🥺

ur not complaining tho bc every time he wins he gets all excited and gives u a hug/kiss

you try betting on the same odds that he does but only end up LOSING ??

then you start to get a little frustrated

dazai notices and suggests you guys try something else <3

so instead you go to the pool tables !!

now i know billiards doesn’t classify as gambling but it’s still hella fun,,,

and your boyfriend kinda sucks at it so you actually have a chance to win

LMAO HOWEVER

one time chuuya JUST SO HAPPENED to be there as well and suddenly the whole thing was turned into a huge competition

oh god the absolute chaos

dazai out of nowhere turned into a pro at billiards,,,🤨

& then mass destruction ensued

Ranpo Edogawa

ok so it’s a bit of a struggle to get him to go with you at first

you’ll have to bring lots of snacks along and promise him more later

once there tho he always ends up having fun <3

ADORES THE SLOT MACHINES

the only problem with those is that chances of winning are pretty low

it’s a good thing you have the greatest detective with you then,,,

(there’s literally no relevance between gambling and him being a detective but…hear me out)

he always predicts the numbers the machine will land on and therefore ensures you win almost every time

ranpo loves to drag you around the casino and try literally every game tho

and you best believe he’s amazing at ALL OF THEM

even some of the random games that you don’t know how to play, he wins in minutes

ofc you have to hype him up and cheer for him 🥰

afterwards the two of you make a pit stop at the vending machines and absolutely RAID THEM

literally the whole casino fears ranpo from here on because he won against everyone there,,,

an icon honestly

by the end of the night y’all walk out of there 10x richer than before 💀

a/n: this was SO FUN to write, hope y’all enjoyed !! oh to go on a casino date with ranpo…

song i listened to while writing: poker face by lady gaga (i saw the opportunity and took it)

Thank you!

[writer-in-theory]

darling, we'll go down in flames (spencer reid x reader)

summary: you expected everything to change when spencer finally got out of prison, you just never thought it would be his love for you.

request?: yes! anon request “all my friends told me you’d break my heart.” and “i wish i’d never met you.” for the ask prompts please 🥺

pairing: spencer reid/fem!reader

category: angst no happy ending

content warnings: language, angst w/o happy ending, descriptions of violence/injury/blood

word count: 2.6k

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send me a request!

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People say that when you meet the love of your life, time stops. It hadn’t happened like that for you, but time did stop when you realized this was the last time you would see him.

“I can't do this anymore.” The words burned through your chest and you were sure when they were done, there’d be nothing left.

“I don’t believe you,” you spat back, angrier at the fact that you were letting him see you cry than anything else. “I know what you’re doing, Spencer.”

“What am I doing?” He wasn’t looking at you. That hurt more than you’d like to admit; used to having his eyes on you whenever you were in the same room.

“You’re pushing me away on purpose. I won’t let you ruin what we have,” you continued, reaching out for him and wincing as he stepped away.

“We don’t have anything, Y/N, we’re nothing.” The apartment you shared was suddenly claustrophobic, stifling the breaths you tried to pull from your chest. This wasn’t right, this wasn’t how it was meant to go. It was never supposed to end like this.

When you’d first met Spencer Reid, you never imagined how he would change your life. To be fair, at the time you were more concerned with making sure you had a life to continue at all.

You knew the kidnappings at the club you bartended at were bad, you just didn’t know it was FBI bad.

When they first stepped into the club that Thursday, you knew right away something was wrong. The blond woman who looked far too tense for a night out and the man in the literal sweater vest were not your typical clientele. Still, you let them walk around the place for a while, seeing them talking to various groups along the way. Eventually, the man stepped up to your bar, and up close you could see how nervous he was. You almost wanted to card him from the way he kept fidgeting, looking anywhere but at you.

Then your eyes drifted down and you caught sight of the gun at his belt. “This is about those missing women, isn’t it?” you asked him, and he seemed visibly relieved that he didn’t have to start the conversation.

“Were you working last Saturday? We’re trying to find who took them.”

“I wasn’t, I don’t work on Saturdays. I do know that those girls weren’t regulars. We’re pretty good at spotting fakes around here, they wouldn’t have slipped by more than once,” you told him.

“Have you seen anyone strange around here? He’d be in his early 30s, probably nervous or out of place. He wouldn’t have the confidence to talk to the women here, he’d likely keep to himself.”

“No offense, but that’s a pretty vague description. We get people like that all the time. Guys coming in here expecting an easy win but they end up striking out more often than not.”

“If you do remember something, call me,” the agent told you, handing you a business card with the FBI insignia on it.

“FBI? I assumed you were a cop. This is bad, isn’t it?” You thought about the three girls who had last been seen at the club, then also found dead right out front. All of them were so young, were just getting started with their lives. Things like this didn’t happen too often in this city, not to people so young and innocent.

“He’s starting to kill faster, it’s a sign that the situation is devolving. We think he’s targeting a specific person, we just have to find who that is.”

“Well, good luck, uh...Dr. Reid,” you answered, glancing to the small card in your hand for his name, “I hope you catch him soon. If there’s anything I can do to help, let me know.”

Turns out, there was something you could do because the target ended up being you. When two FBI agents in their Kevlar vests showed up at your apartment door a couple of days later, you thought you might pass out. Then the situation was only made worse when they brought you to the local police department, explaining that the killer left a picture of you on the body of the last girl. It made sense, you supposed, there did bear a strange similarity between you and those girls.

“Who is it? Who’s doing this?” you asked the group of agents as they sat you down at a conference table.

“We don’t know,” the blond woman admitted, looking at you with what you can only describe as pity.

“You don’t know. There’s some guy out there killing people who look like me, and you have no idea who it is?”

“He’s not leaving evidence behind. He’s technically skilled and until now we didn’t know what his motive was.” That was the slightly older one. He held himself like he was used to being listened to, like this guy was used to leading. “We’re working on finding him, but until then you’ll stay in protective custody.”

“What? No, I’m not running away while other women die for me,” you protested before you even thought about what you were saying.

“They’re not dying for you. What’s happening isn’t your fault,” the blond woman again. Clearly, she was the one typically sent to talk to victims, she had a soothing voice that made you want to believe her. “The best thing you can do now is stay in protective custody until we find who’s doing this.”

“Do you think he would come after me? If I made myself vulnerable?” When no one answered, you continued to push. “I want to help save these women. I can’t, I can’t just hide away when I know this is happening because of me. Would he try to talk to me?”

“We don’t put civilians in harm’s way.” The leader again.

“But would he?”

“It’s likely he would talk to you.” That was the first time Dr. Reid spoke since they’d all brought you in. You found yourself wanting to hear his voice again. “He wouldn’t be able to help himself. He’s likely suffering from an intense delusion that you’re meant to be with him. If he saw you with someone else, he would be compelled to act.”

“Then it’s settled. It’s Saturday, right? Let’s catch this guy.”

“We’re not going to ask you to put your life in danger to catch this guy.” Another guy spoke up, insistent; but you were always stubborn, they just didn’t know you well enough to know that.

“You’re not asking, I’m offering. If it’s the quickest way to get him to mess up, then I want to do it.”

It had been risky, sure, but they ended up catching the guy. Three days later, you’d called the number on Spencer’s business card and despite many protests about the savior complex issue, he agreed to date. The rest was history, so you thought.

Instead, you stood here in the apartment you shared feeling more like a stranger, an intruder, than you ever had before. This was what he wanted, right? As much as Spencer was praised for his strategy and intellect, he often acted based on whatever emotion was reigning over him now.

Now, you knew it was the guilt that was the worst. It had been for months, ever since the incident that concluded Spencer’s time in prison.

It had been an easy decision, really. When the dark-haired woman told you that you could either let the criminal kidnap Spencer’s mother or die trying to stop her, your feet were moving before your brain had time to even consider the circumstances.

You were on the ground before your ears registered the shot. You’d only heard a gunshot once before; when Spencer had taken out the unsub who’d been targeting you a year before. It seemed louder this time, making your ears ring and making you wonder if it had been enough to permanently damage your hearing. It didn’t damage your hearing enough to miss the laugh from the woman and the front door of your apartment shut as she walked off with Diana.

You were going to die. You’d been shot and now you were going to die in the apartment where you first told Spencer you loved him, where he first admitted he loved you in a way he hadn’t loved anyone else before. The blood spilling from the wound in your abdomen was hot against your hands as you fumbled to staunch the flow of it.

“I need to-” you began, voice weak and shaky. Maybe you were going to die, maybe this was the end of everything, but you couldn’t go alone. Your phone had fallen out of your pocket when you hit the ground but blessedly had not broken. Grappling, your blood-slicked hand finally managed to wrap around the device, leaving behind crimson fingerprints as you hit the contact you needed.

You couldn’t talk to Spencer, but you know who you trusted to relay the message. Ever since your boyfriend had been wrongfully imprisoned, JJ had been a godsend. She’d always been there for you when you wanted to talk, or when you wanted to be distracted by it all, or when you’d needed to get something to Spencer because the stubborn man didn’t want you to see him like he was behind bars.

Still, it seemed her willingness to help you ran dry. She answered on the second ring, sighing and saying, “Y/N, this isn’t a good time. I’m with Spencer, I’ll call you later.”

“Wait, JJ-” you tried, but the line already went dead.

Heh, how fitting. As your vision began to form little black spots, you knew you only had one more chance at a call. An ambulance might get to you in time, but what if you went unconscious and died before ever getting to say what you needed to? You hadn’t seen Spencer in months but you still knew him. You knew if you didn’t get to tell him, he would blame himself for this.

The number you tried next had never been called by you before. He’d given you his number just in case, but there had never been a reason to bother the man who was no longer active duty. If there was ever a situation important enough, it was this.

Derek Morgan’s smooth voice rang through clearly on the phone then, making you sob with relief and maybe even with pain as the jolt shifted your injury. “Y/N? Is everything okay?”

“No, I don’t think so,” you managed to get out, “Listen, I need you to tell Spencer something okay? It’s important.”

“Hold on, Y/N, hold on. What’s going on?”

“If I-, If I don’t make it tell him it wasn’t his fault. It’s not his fault.” The tears were coming freely now, sobs forming around your words.

“What isn’t his fault? Y/N, hold on you can tell him yourself. Savannah, call 911!” Another pause, your head was getting fuzzy. “Where are you, Y/N? What happened? Y/N? Y/N, stay awake for me. C’mon, you can do it, just keep fighting a little more, okay?”

“I’m at Spencer’s apartment.”

“Good, that’s good. Okay, I’m on my way. The ambulance is on the way. Hang on a little longer okay, I know you can.”

“I got shot,” you admitted, feeling the weight of the situation press on you as it was finally said aloud. “It hurts.”

“I know it does. You have to push through that pain a little longer, okay? Just keep talking to me.”

“I can’t.”

“You can, Y/N. How’ve you and our Pretty Boy been? Thinking about getting married yet?” You were thankful Morgan switched the topic from your injury. It was getting harder to stay awake, to focus on what he was saying, but you could focus on Spencer.

“I want to, I’m just wai-waiting for him to ask.”

“Get through this and he will. He cares about you so much, Y/N. You make him happy.”

“Tell him,” another cry, the next breath you take rattles in your chest, “tell him I’m sorry. I love him so much.”

“Tell him yourself. Y/N? Y/N! Y/N, don’t do this, I’m almost there just hang on. You’re gonna be okay.”

After seeing Spencer’s face in the hospital, you should’ve seen this coming. It was clear someone had explained to him what had happened, maybe even Derek himself had. “You almost died for me, Y/N.” “I would do it again in a heartbeat.”

Back then, Spencer couldn’t take his eyes off of you. When you’d finally been discharged from the hospital, he always seemed to have a hand on you. Whenever you needed anything he was there, making sure you wouldn’t ever risk tearing your stitches. Now, he couldn’t look at you. Instead, he was staring at the spot just over your shoulder, his amber eyes glassy from the tears he was holding back.

You weren’t trying to hold your tears back, rather letting them fall freely down your face and onto your shirt. “You can’t push me away like this, Spencer. I know what’s happening, I know when you get scared you push people away but you can’t. Not to me.”

“I’m not scared, Y/N. Why don’t you understand what I’m saying? I don’t love you anymore.”

A whimper slipped from you as all of the breath rushed from your lungs. I don’t love you anymore. Spencer really wasn’t going to change his mind, was he? I don’t love you anymore. This was it. Instead of getting a proposal, you were getting to watch your relationship go up in flames.

“You know, I was warned so many times about you. All of my friends told me you’d break my heart,” you cried, feeling the anger and frustration fill up your body. Suddenly you were in motion, grabbing your travel bag and shoving all of your important belongings in it. You could come back later for the rest of it, some time when you could have a friend beside you in support.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Spencer told you as he followed you around the apartment, finally stopping at the front door.

“No, you don’t get to apologize. This is the worst thing you could possibly do to me,” you snapped, angrily wiping the tears off of your face. He didn’t deserve them, not after this. The worst part of it all was that you still loved him, and from the sheer pain on his face, you knew Spencer had to love you too. He lied, he purposefully lied and said the most hurtful things he could to you. “I’ll never forgive you for this, Spencer.”

“Goodbye, Y/N. I hope you end up happy someday,” Spencer answered.

“Screw you. I wish I’d never met you.”

Spencer didn’t say a word. You stared at him, begging him with your face to take it all back, to hold you and promise forever. Instead, there was nothing but silence between you two for the first time in ages.

So, you opened the door and just like that, the love of your life was left behind you to be nothing but a bittersweet memory.

[ador3rin]

act two : cap | just watch the movie | act three : diy

the rhythmic hum of the wheels of your suitcase trails behind you as you sweep your eyes across the new and unfamiliar surroundings. clusters of people, most likely other students both new and old fill the spacious courtyard you had now found yourself standing in the middle of. adjusting your grip on your suitcases’ handle, you place it upright as you come to a stop. your best friend kameko was lost in the sea of bodies, having bounded off in an indiscernible direction shouting commands of “stay right here!” and “i’ll be right back!”.

huffing as your soft lips form a slight pout, you pull out your phone from the confines of your pants pocket as you begin your attempt to relocate your now missing friend. before you’ve even managed to unlock your phone however, you feel a sudden heavy impact on the right side of your frame and whip your head around to uncover the cause. an irritation spikes up within you, as you clutch onto your device which had almost made contact with the concrete ground if it weren’t for your vice like grip on it.

“oops! i’m sorry about that!” the male’s voice interjects before you can speak, correctly assuming that you weren’t so happy about the collision. “i wasn’t looking where i was going because i was waving to my friend- he’s over there, see?” your gaze flickers from the stranger’s face momentarily, before deciding it was pointless and resettling your wary eyes back onto him.

“it’s.. it’s alright.” you begin, seeing no point in further prolonging this accidental interaction. it’s not like you were likely to ever see him again, or befriend him either. right? “no, really, it was my bad” the faux blonde insists, now sporting a toothy grin. “names atsumu! but most of my friends just call me ‘tsumu.” ‘atsumu’ slides his hands into the pockets of his navy green jacket and straightens his posture, noticeably awaiting your response.

“yn.” you respond curtly, with a tight lipped smile. it’s not like the guy was terrible or anything, he was actually rather friendly in fact. you just weren’t really feeling the making-friends-with-the-guy-that-bumped-into-me vibes at the moment, and since it didn’t seem like he was letting up anytime soon, you took matters into your own hands. “it was nice to meet you atsumu, but my friends actually waiting for me over there, so i gotta go.” raising your free hand to throw him a half-assed wave, you scurry off a little ways away before he can respond, far enough to be shielded within the crowd.

“she was so into me.” atsumu mumbles to himself with a shit eating grin, shaking his head as he continued on towards the male’s dorms.

# ange’s comments

i’m on such a roll rn w the content LMFAO, i cant stop thinking about this au rn

yachi, yn & kameko are all friends! they met during nekoma & karasuno's training camp and have since kept in touch

sweet boy kenma isn’t the biggest out there, but he does care deeply about his friend’s safety 🥺

hopefully the writing portion wasn’t too horrible!!! <3

tags : @call-me-lulu @achoomoos @chirity-chu @moonlit-island @yourlocalbabybird @tsukkisboo @sunarinsbubs @sunasbadposturelmao

- if ur @ is color coded, i am unable to tag u :( </3

[etherealyoungk]

hi hello im so excited to read ur works !! but could i have lovers to strangers (broke up bc of job opportunities and they didn’t want to hold the other back or something) with young k returning to their hometown and playing a café (and he’s confident yn would never go which is why he played there) but ur there with ur friends and u lock eyes while he’s on stage playing a song he wrote for u (but never showed u) and ur feelings come back and it can end however you like !! i love youngk so much 🥺 don’t u <///3

ahhh omg firstly yes i love youngk soo much ahhhh <333 and i miss him so so much 😭😭😭 and secondly anon, tysm for being my first ask hehe ahh im so excited, i really hope you like what i wrote! also for this ask, let’s pretend that i loved you is the song he wrote and performs (cause i feel like this song and the lyrics really fit well with this concept!) i hope you enjoy this! omg also i suggest that you listen to i loved you by day6 while reading this imagine!

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youngk and you were together for two years and you guys loved each other so much, like so much. you honestly thought you would spend the rest of your life with him and that he was the one. but fate had other plans for you.

written in the reader's pov:

after a lot of hard work, i finally to get a job at a top company, but the only problem was that i had to move to a whole different country. i was really nervous about how you should bring this up to youngk because he had a stable music career here with his band. so, i put off telling him for a week because i didn’t know what to do.

once you did bring it up, he was quiet for a bit because he didn’t know what to say.

“we can do long distance?”, he asks but you both know deep down that it’s not gonna work.

“i think it’s best if we...we break up”, i say softly, not looking at his eyes. his head whips to mine and he can’t believe what i just said.

“baby, i’m sure we can figure something out, but don’t do this”, he says urgently.

“but it’s not going to work and we both know it, so why not save ourselves the pain and end it now?”, i explain, trying to stay calm but i'm not and i'm trying your best not to cry.

"i…i just don’t want to hold you back and have you move just for me. i’m going to be there for almost two years and you already have the band here. so, how will you make it work?”, i question.

he sighs. “you’re right, i don’t want to hold you back”, he says after a minute of heart wrenching silence and that's all it takes to break us apart.

fast forward two years later (youngk’s pov:)

“okay, i’ll do it”, i say on the phone. “just text me the time and location”, i add before hanging up.

jae was supposed to perform a gig at a café today but his schedules clashed, so he wouldn’t be able to make it for the café gig, hence he had called and asked me if i could do it. since i was free and really didn’t have anything to do for the rest of the day, i agreed.

i look out the window, looking at the somewhat gloomy sky and grey clouds hanging in the air. i was back home after almost seven months of touring and promotions and it felt good to be home. my phone pinged and it was the text from jae.

“sunrise café – 7:30pm-9:00pm”

must be a fairly new café in the area, i thought to myself. i’m sure y/n would not go there, i suddenly find myself thinking. she likes to go to places she knows, she was not really the type to try out new places or things unless she was sure. i sigh as i catch myself thinking about her. i know her so well, i mean knew. i wonder how she’s doing?

i reach the venue and the café is very pretty. with an open patio in the front, and cozy seats on the inside, it welcomes you as soon as you walk in. the lighting is dim to make it feel that extra bit cozy and welcoming tonight since it was the café’s one year since opening today. she would have liked this place, it was just her vibe.

many people are already there and i walk up to the stage in the front; which is small but adequate for me to perform in. i took my guitar and plugged it in, strumming a few notes and tuning it to make sure it sounded okay.

it’s been an one and a half hours and i’ve performed a bunch of songs. for my last song i wanted to perform something special, so decided to perform the song i wrote a while back. a song about her. and because i keep finding myself thinking about her tonight - i thought it was be a good time to sing it. my fingers strum the guitar and i start singing. my eyes scan the crowd and lock onto a pair of eyes i recognize immediately, a pair of eyes i can never forget.

reader's pov:

i’m sitting in this new café my friends dragged me along to but i’m not complaining because it’s quite cute and cozy. we reached there a bit late, but just in time for the last song which was being performed. we sit in the middle and as soon as i hear the beautiful voice fill the room, i freeze. it can’t be…right? i would recognize that voice anywhere. i slowly look towards the stage and i gulp as i look at him. it is him. his eyes find mine and he’s looking at me, both of us equally shocked. i immediately look away, but i find myself looking at him again because of his voice. that comforting and beautiful voice always made me feel better on a bad day. and as he sings and as i listen to the words he’s saying; i realize they’re about me. he’s singing about me.

the memories of us flash in my mind. the day he showed me a song, telling me i inspired it. those nights he spent creating notes and lyrics and i would keep him company. sometimes he used to try and teach me the bass and a proud smile would be spread on his face as i attempted the chords he taught me. those days when we would go on a late night dates because we didn’t know what else to do and we'd end up eating ramen at the convenience store. those mornings where he would hold me in his arms and not let me go, whispering five more minutes in my ear as he pulled me closer.

my heart breaks a little more as i sit there, listening and as the memories of us play in my mind. that day when i broke up with him, i didn’t just break his heart, i broke mine as well. because i loved him. i loved him so much but that was the best decision for us. i don’t even realize i’m crying untill the tears spill out and roll down my cheeks. i look down and wipe my tears hastily, hoping no one saw. the song ends and my friend starts talking to me again, but i'm not listening, too deep in thought as i try to understand my thoughts and feelings. do i still love him? i want to say no but that’s not true. i love him, still, and i miss him so much, my heart aches.

youngk’s pov:

i can’t seem to focus my gaze somewhere else; it’s stuck on her. so, as i sing the song i wrote about her, my eyes never once leaving hers, i find myself overwhelmed with emotions. as i sing the last line “thought I want to hate you, i can’t, that’s why i hate you more”, my voice getting softer and i try my best to keep it together. the song ends but lean into the mike whispering “but I still loved you”, my voice cracking as i look at her. she looks just as heartbroken as me and all i want to do is engulf her in my arms.

i finish my gig and take a seat in the back as i have a drink. as i sit there and watch her as she talks to her friends, i can only hope that she’s doing well and that she's happy.

we went from beautiful lovers to heartbroken strangers and now all we can do is steal glances at each other and hope the best for each other.

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i hope this wasn't too confusing with me changing the pov a few times !

[oreosmama]

here’s a request, okay so like i’ve been sad recently so how would Tsuki, Bokuto, and Kenma (separately) cheer up their s/o who’s sad, thank you :) hopefully you do it, if you don’t it’s totally cool!

Cheering Up Sad S/O (Haikyuu!! Headcanons)

*GIFs not mine*

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! Umm, and I know I’m not really qualified to help or anything, but I know one thing that always makes me feel better is laughing. Even if it’s forced, laughing always feels good to me, so maybe it’ll help you too! Anyways, hope you guys enjoy!

Word count: 802

Tsukishima Kei:

Honestly, he doesn’t take you seriously at first. 

Let’s be real, Tsukishima is shit with emotions

So he thinks you’re kind of just throwing a fit in the beginning. 

Then you start crying or just start being more quiet than usual and then he thinks oh SHIT.

He starts by standing beside you and just awkwardly patting your head.

Then he sighs and brings out the big guns, dragging you to the couch and setting you down there. 

He leaves and comes back five minutes later with popcorn, drinks and piles of blankets and he just cuddles you while watching his favorite tv show (documentary about dinos whattt)

I mean ur like crying so u can’t see the screen, right??

He’s got his lanky arms wrapped around you and you’re laying on top of him trying to steady your breathing. 

When you do, you give him a small kiss and mutter thank you before untucking your face. 

He’ll nod and then ask what you want to watch and that’ll be that. 

Basically yeah he’s gonna be extremely awkward around you cuz that’s just Tsukki.

But after he gets over his initial shock and is like “oh crap, I’m the boyfriend here, I’m the one who solves this,” he just gives you his best snuggles under the claim that he’s keeping you warm. 

“If you’re tears dry when you’re cold, then you could get hypothermia.” 

“Pshh, yeah did the T-rex tell you that?”

He’ll own up to it in the end and legitimately ask if you’re okay. You almost tear up at his sincerity but nod anyways and tackle him in a big hug once more. 

(He smiles lightly against your hair and rubs your back while enjoying the feeling of having you against him.)

Bokuto Koutarou:

Usually, you’re just as chipper as Bokuto is, so when you’re down in the dumps, he is too. 

Goes emo mode almost instantly when he notices you’re sad. 

Then he smacks himself out of it.

He carries you bridal style into a grocery store and lets you pick out your favorite snacks.

Y’all go home and he makes a whole-ass nest of blankets and pillows on the living room floor. 

Pillow Fort™

No movies or tv shows with sad scenes are allowed in this domain. Only comedies and fluff flicks.

He’ll feed you candy then beg you to feed him some too.

By the end of the night, he’s given you a massage, a bubble bath, and a cuddle to sleep.

He’s a big teddy bear, but also a solid teddy bear, so he’s a lil hard to snuggle with, but he’s warm so you don’t care. 

In the end, expect many hugs and kisses from this man, he is a very physical lover. 

And yes, the next day you will get breakfast in bed. Or brunch technically bc you both slept in till eleven.

Kozume Kenma:

This man is a listener. That’s all I gotta say.

He’ll let you vent about everything that’s been going on, and let’s be honest, there’s really nothing better than that.

He’s just about the best guy to have around when you’re sad.

If you want a hug, just ask and he’ll give you one. If you want a kiss, he’ll give you one too.

Honestly, he just wants to see you go back to being your normal happy self, so he’ll appeal to your every wish. 

I mean… that’s it.

After you’ve vented all your problems, he’ll ask what else you wanna do.

You want hugs. And that’s a fact. 

So yeah, he’ll give you hugs, and then he’ll give you his hoodie, and then he’ll give you his game and show you how to play cuz this boy is 🥺 level 100

He’s been sad before (I mean they all have but Kenma doesn’t like having a sad s/o) so he wants you to feel better as soon as possible. 

“You’re pressing the wrong buttons, YN.”

“No I’m not! This game is just STUPID!”

“YOU’RE STUP- I mean, yes the game is very stupid, yes.”

Guess who doesn’t get to touch his gameboy anymore.

By the end of the day, you’re both passed out in bed holding each other. Each of you is swaddled in his huge hoodies and cradling each other closely. 

*Next day*

“Kenma, where’s your game? I think I know how to play now.”

“I lost it.”

(Press X to Doubt)

[taegularities]

OMG RID!!!

Still craving for tobh🥺 is it coming soon (like in a month maybe) though? if we can’t get the au now can you please drop a snippet or two? I’ll take anything at this point💜

I can already predict tobh will be a banger because anything you write has a touch of Midas in it😩✋

AWWH? TOUCH OF MIDAS, RLLY? 🥺 thank u so much sweetheart, i hope u guys enjoy it !! and yeah, i'd say it's coming soon. definitely before i start my jk series, so before march ends for sure !! still gonna see how it goes w my milestone. gonna post a fic depending on it 👀

SNIPPET! just for u. but just one lol

You blinked away your disbelief when you halted in front of him, the thought of fleeing too ridiculous now that he’d detected you. He was only an arm’s length away from you – you could’ve reached out and hugged him right here, right now; but instead, you chose to look for any negative feeling behind his eyes.

But there was nothing.

No anger, no resentment. Only shock and a slight hint of desperation that looked so much more intense now that he’d aged. With the way his bone structure had changed, his jaw sharpened and his hair colour altered, he looked infinitely more mature; still the most beautiful man you’d ever seen; still like someone you could love.

“Y/N,” he whispered as people passed by, the painting you’d laid eyes on long forgotten as he stepped closer, hands clutching a wine red clipboard.

“Taehyung,” you greeted back. The discomfort in the atmosphere was torturous, both of you looking at each other in question, almost as if pleading to say or do something to kill the silence.

“So I wasn’t dreaming when I thought I saw you yesterday.”