#I’ve had this in the drafts for a while

[preciousannie]

Ateez Headcanons

Ateez as your long-term boyfriend

Genre: Fluff, Boyfriend AU!, Idol AU!

Warnings: None

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Kim Hongjoong

always attentive to your emotions

dislikes PDA but showers you with affection when the both of you are alone

the two of you share every part of your daily lives together

he would get slightly jealous when you get too close to the other members

very dedicated to his work but always makes sure to spare two days in a week for “dating days”

“I’ll always have time for you babe, always.”

Park Seonghwa

he surprises you with random gifts or gestures

keeps track and remembers your period schedules

always prepared beforehand to help you soothe all your discomfort and pain as much as he can

it hurts him to see you in any sort of unpleasant emotions and he tends to match your emotions

always makes time to video call you even on late nights when he’s busy and always after concerts

“I miss you, gorgeous.”

Jeong Yunho

the two of you always do silly things together

either one of you would be cracking a joke with the other 

laughs and giggles surround your entire relationship

likes to give you piggyback rides and princess carry you just because you’re “tiny” to him

very playful when you’re around each other

but when it comes to it he can get earnest and protective about anything threatening related to you

“You okay my love?”

Kang Yeosang

the both of you have a whole facial routine that you have to follow through every night

he likes to shower together whenever he can

buys you lots of expensive beauty products that he approves of and wants you to use with him

prefers to stay at home ideally with you on his off days to spend quality time together

but he would be down in a heartbeat if you just mentioned that you want to go somewhere or want something

even if it is in the middle of the night, he’d do it

“Oh? Consider it done baby, wait for me.” 

Choi San

he unleashes his cute side whenever you’re around despite wanting to appear stoic and manly around others

follows you around everywhere like a lost puppy

likes to take you out on food dates

loves complimenting you random times a day for just about anything

you absolutely endear him when he introduces one of his plushy collections

“Look darling! This one looks just like you! It’s a cute bunny, hehe.”

Song Mingi

he enjoys taking you on random vacations and trips

has to hold your hand wherever he goes as he claims it comforts him

showers you with affection and hugs especially back-waist hugs because of your size differences

absolutely has to cuddle or spoon when in bed together whether it’s relaxing or sleeping

loves sniffing your hair or the perfume you had on that particular day because it’s calming to him

“Mm, you smell so sweet today beautiful, come closer.”

Jung Wooyoung

always showers you with kisses and pecks whenever he can

enjoys bringing you to his family home and letting you be engulfed in the affection of his family members

loves mentioning and introducing you to everyone he engages with

eager to marry you ever since the beginning and wants to have children with you

hopes that the kids the both of you will bear would resemble you the most

“Let’s make it official, shall we dear? And have adorable children together please~” 

Choi Jongho

always makes you feel safe and assured in every aspect of your life

his goofiness makes you laugh all the time even when you’re down

loves singing you to sleep while he caresses your hair 

very mature and responsible even though he is younger

likes to help you with everything he can even when you say you don’t need help

“Here, I’ll do that for you honey, don’t hurt your hands.”

Hihi, it’s been a while (3 years to be exact) but I’m back. I’ve decided to clear up these years-old drafts refining them a little so that they can finally see the light of day XD But anyway hope ya’ll enjoy! Have a beautiful day or night wherever you are <33

[romanreignsbae]

cookie monster - R.R

a/n: sorry guys..i did not end up proofreading this, but i’ve had it in my drafts for a while…hope you enjoy!!!

It was 4:45 AM when you woke up, blinking groggily into the darkness. The house was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that only comes in the dead of night. You shifted in bed, glancing at the clock on the nightstand. Roman would normally be up by now, preparing for his early start, but tonight it seemed like the quiet had settled deeper than usual.

You couldn't shake the craving. The idea had crept in just before you drifted off, and now, it was all you could think about…fresh, warm cookies. You tossed the covers aside and slipped out of bed, the cool air of the house instantly hitting your skin, as the massive t-shirt you had stolen from your husband would only suffice. You padded down the hallway, your feet covered in your pink cozy socks barely made a sound on the hardwood floor. The kitchen light flicked on with a softly as you entered, the gleam of the counters reflecting off the light.

A mix of excitement and guilt stirred in your chest. You knew you shouldn’t be making cookies at this hour, it wasn’t exactly the healthiest choice, and Roman would definitely question your late-night baking habit. But you were already at the counter, gathering ingredients. Flour, sugar, butter. You went through the motions, finding comfort in the familiar process. The rhythm of mixing flour into butter and sugar, cracking eggs, and watching it all come together in perfect, into creamy dough, soothed you in a way nothing else did.

The scent of vanilla filled the air as you preheated the oven, the dough now ready to be scooped and placed on the baking sheet. It was all so easy, so relaxing, yet the weight of knowing Roman would probably wake up soon pressed on your chest. He had always been an early riser, up by 6 AM without fail.

You were just about to put the first batch into the oven when you heard it—the soft creak of the stairs, followed by the shuffle of footsteps. Your heart jumped, and you spun around, almost knocking over the flour jar. There, standing in the doorway, was Roman. His hair was messy, his shirt rumpled, his eyes barely open.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice rough with sleep. His gaze flicked to the counter, where the half-baked cookies lay, and then back to you. You froze, suddenly feeling a lump in your throat. “I- yeah, I just couldn’t sleep. Felt like making cookies” you said weakly, your hands trembling slightly as you reached for the dough scoop again.

Roman’s eyes softened as he stepped closer. “It’s 3 AM. Why didn’t you wake me up?” You felt the guilt tighten in your chest. “I didn’t want to bother you” you muttered, avoiding his gaze.

He chuckled, the sound warm and comforting despite the late hour. “You know I’m always here, right? Even at 3 AM for cookies.” You gave a small laugh, the tension in your shoulders easing just a little. Roman walked over, pulling up a chair at the kitchen island. He took a seat, rubbing his eyes as he looked at the mess you’d made. The flour on the counter. The half-finished cookies. You had only just started.

“I’ll help” he said, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. You raised an eyebrow, feeling a strange mixture of relief and embarrassment. “You sure? You’ve got to wake up in a few hours.”

He shrugged, already pulling up his sleeves. “I’m fine. Besides, I’d rather be here with you than worrying about getting enough sleep. Let’s get these cookies baked.”

So, the two of you worked together in the soft glow of the kitchen light, laughing quietly as you rolled the dough into perfect little balls and placed them on the tray. Roman’s hands were surprisingly quick for someone who had just woken up, and you couldn’t help but smile at how effortlessly he fell into the rhythm with you. You loved the way your husband was always down for your stupid shenanigans.

As the cookies baked, the smell wafting through the house became even more irresistible for your hungry ass. The two of you settled on the couch, each holding a warm plate of freshly baked cookies, crumbs already dotting the corners of your mouths as you both dug into the treat.

You put on the notebook, and oldish movie which was one you both had seen a dozen times, but it didn’t matter. It was your favourite which meant so was it Roman’s. You began drifting into deep thought of the fact your poor husband was woken up to help you bake freaking cookies out of all things. “I’m sorry” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

“For what?” Roman asked, his voice still gentle, even though you knew how little sleep he was getting. “For waking you up. I didn’t mean to keep you up late.” Roman smiled softly and kissed your forehead. “Don’t apologize. I’m glad I could be here with you. Just next time, maybe we can do this... before 4 AM?”

You chuckled, your heart swelling with warmth. “Deal.” In the quiet of the night, with nothing but cookies and a cheesy movie, you realized that Roman was all you could ask for in life.

[marsdql]

Could you cry a lil' more? You look pretty... [P.SH]

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Sunghoon had never moved so fast in his life. The moment he heard the first broken sob, he was by your side, his hands cupping your tear-streaked face as your chest heaved uncontrollably.

“Hey, hey, baby—breathe,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing, though he was anything but calm inside.

You couldn’t. Your breaths were coming in sharp gasps, hiccups breaking through as more tears spilled down your cheeks. Your hands trembled as you gripped onto his hoodie, fingers twisting in the fabric as if it was the only thing keeping you from falling apart completely.

Sunghoon’s heart clenched. He hated seeing you like this—so small, so overwhelmed, so fragile. But at the same time, he couldn’t help but think about how heartbreakingly beautiful you looked. Your glassy eyes, your quivering lips, the way your flushed cheeks glistened with tears—it did something to him. He knew he shouldn’t be thinking about that right now, not when you were like this, but God, you looked so pretty when you cried.

Still, his concern outweighed everything else. He pulled you into his lap without a second thought, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he rocked you ever so slightly.

“I’m right here, princess,” he whispered, pressing soft kisses to your damp cheeks. “I’ve got you, I promise.”

Your sobs only grew more desperate, your entire body shaking against him. Your fingers dug into his hoodie, clinging to him as if you were scared he’d disappear.

“I—I can’t—” You choked on your words, your breath coming in sharp gasps.

Sunghoon immediately shifted, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of your head while the other found your trembling fingers. He guided your hand to his chest, pressing your palm right over his steady heartbeat.

“Follow me, baby,” he murmured. “Breathe with me, okay?”

He took a deep breath, slow and controlled. You tried—God, you tried—but your chest still felt too tight, your sobs refusing to let up.

Sunghoon pressed a kiss to your forehead. “That’s okay, angel. Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”

His hand continued rubbing slow, soothing circles against your back, grounding you in the warmth of his embrace. He kept whispering sweet reassurances, his voice a gentle lull against the storm raging inside you.

Little by little, your sobs grew quieter, your hiccups less frequent. Your grip on his hoodie loosened slightly, though you still refused to let go. Sunghoon only held you tighter, his lips brushing over your temple as he whispered, “That’s my good girl. Just like that.”

Minutes passed before your breathing finally steadied, your exhaustion settling in as your body sagged against his. Sunghoon sighed in relief, pressing one last kiss to your damp cheek.

“There we go, princess,” he murmured. “I’m so proud of you.”

You sniffled, burying your face in his chest, your voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t let go.”

Sunghoon’s grip tightened immediately. “Never,” he promised.

And as he held you close, his heart still aching from your tears, he couldn’t stop himself from thinking—how could someone be this beautiful even when they were crying?

[junelovesaz]

Shadows and Whispers. Part 2

Note: Hello loves! I’m back… I think. Honestly, I promised I’d be more active, but I didn’t make it. I finished my first year of university and got a summer job. Still, I take full responsibility—you can crucify me, I’ll accept it 😌😌 I had the second part of Shadows and Whispers in my drafts, but I hadn’t published it yet because I wanted to edit it a bit. I’m sorry if this is a mess—I’m pretty rusty, and English isn’t my first language and it´s late. If there are any mistakes, don’t hesitate to let me know! I’ve been inactive for so long that I’m not even sure if I should take the liberty of using the tag list. But still, if you’re reading this, thank you so much for your time—I love you 💙💙💙

I’ll leave the song I was listening to while writing this. Take care.

P.S. Someone asked me a while ago if there would be more of Shadows and Whispers, so this second part is for you. I’m sorry it took so long, but I hope you like it.

Warnings: None, only if you squint, something suggestive.

Summary: At the ball, Azriel and the reader pretend to be a couple to gather information about the Autumn Court. However, the situation becomes overwhelming for the reader, leaving her confused, and Azriel’s touches only make it harder for her to clear her mind.

Many times, I stayed awake at night, questioning what I was doing with my life until the early hours of the morning. However, I had never tormented myself as much as I did in this situation.

I had the feeling that I would remain awake for many more dawns, and I was sure that my poor heart would not survive.

In front of me stood the man I was in love with, looking ridiculously handsome. His two large wings surrounded me, while his arms remained wrapped around my waist, as if that were the place where they should have always stayed, where they should remain until I turned to dust and stars.

I was intoxicated by his touch. Az had been quite careful, though deep down, I knew he was worried about making me feel uncomfortable with his chest pressed against mine, his occasional touches on my lower back, and the way his hands left soft caresses on my arms, waist, and even my neck.

He was trying hard to make this ridiculous act believable. When had anyone ever seen the Shadowsinger being so openly affectionate in a room full of nobles?

Not in my wildest dreams—or in those of the vipers surrounding us.

"Are you okay?" Azriel’s deep voice murmured softly, catching my attention.

I turned to look at him and was met with his kind hazel eyes, mixed with a hint of caution.

I nodded, trying to control my pulse. "All good, Az."

I saw doubt cross his face, but I didn’t want him to dig any deeper, so I quickly changed the subject.

"Are you sure this is working?" I asked with a genuinely teasing smile.

Az raised an eyebrow.

"I don’t understand why you’re so surprised. I’m good at my job."

The music changed, and this time, the melody became faster, more intense. Exactly how I felt—restless, euphoric.

Az’s hands were gentle, soft but firm, moving me to the rhythm of the music with ease. He was a skilled dancer, and he was the one doing all the hard work. Unfortunately, I had not been born with the grace and delicacy of a great dancer. Cassian and I used to whisper about which of us would look more ridiculous when we had to dance with someone else.

"Pretending to be madly in love?" A pang hit my chest, but I ignored it and simply raised an eyebrow. "Or gathering information?"

Even so, my heart was pounding wildly, and I could feel my pulse in my head, but I would blame the dance. That would be my great excuse. I knew Az could hear it too, but he was probably too polite to mention it.

"I’d say both," he replied smugly.

I rolled my eyes.

"Of course you would."

He smiled, and his expression was enough to soften me. We stood in silence for a moment until his shadows brushed against my shoulders, and I smiled fondly at them.

"Maybe you should teach him some humility," I told them, referring to their master.

They caressed me again, and their cold touch didn’t seem strange to me at all. On the contrary, it was even… comforting.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t realize one of my dress straps had slipped from my shoulder until I felt one of Az’s hands gently brushing my skin to put it back in place.

The gesture was so… tender, and his touch was so full of devotion that my head started spinning, and my thoughts became a blur.

It was just a mission, I reminded myself.

Then why did this—whatever it was—not feel that way?

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I was about to make a comment, but the words caught in my throat because, at that moment, Az and I overheard an interesting conversation between two nobles, and our attention shifted to them.

"���Beron is still High Lord."

We exchanged a brief glance before subtly moving closer to listen. Their voices were little more than whispers, but with a Shadowsinger as my partner… anything was possible.

"That doesn’t mean one of his sons won’t become High Lord at some point."

I frowned.

Eris wanted the throne, of course. His brothers also craved power, but what would this damned court do? Bet on which one of them would stay alive to take the role?

“Eris could become High Lord,” one of them remarked.

“Or… not,” the other took a moment to reply.

Az’s back stiffened, and I assumed my reaction was a reflection of his. We exchanged another glance, and I leaned my body against his chest, syncing with the melody’s shift to a softer tune.

“What do you mean?” one of the voices sounded again.

The other fell silent for a moment, and I held my breath.

“You know what I mean.”

So Eris’s brothers were beginning to form alliances? Were they planning to kill each other?

Not a single part of me was surprised. At least not enough to show a look of disgust.

Az wrapped his arms around me again and lifted my hands to his neck, tangling them there and forcing me onto my tiptoes. It was the signal that he was going to whisper something to me, so I tilted my head to make it seem, from an outsider’s perspective, as though he was kissing my neck.

“They’re planning to kill him,” he murmured so softly that I barely heard him.

“I got that too,” I replied, shifting my position again, moving my head in a way that made it look like I was seeking refuge in his neck.

Probably not my best move, as the scent of cedar filled my nostrils, invading my senses and thoughts.

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Still, we spent the next hour like this—dancing between whispers, eavesdropping on conversations, trying to piece together the alliances and the cursed situation surrounding the Autumn heir.

Some nobles had already left, while Az and I remained in a corner, pretending to sip wine. In reality, I had placed a shield around us to prevent anyone from overhearing our conversation.

“We have to tell Rhys. Now,” I emphasized when he didn’t move.

“Not yet,” Az denied. “We convinced some of them,” he gestured toward the last few people lingering at the ball, “but not all. Beron will likely send someone to follow us once we leave this cursed place.”

I sighed.

“So what do we do?” I asked, my patience wearing thin. This night had been long—filled with half-touches, lies and not-lies that had left my mind more confused than ever.

“We continue the act,” he answered simply. And when he didn’t say anything for a few seconds, I lowered the shield, fairly certain he already had a plan in mind.

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And so, half an hour later, Az and I found ourselves outside the Autumn Court’s castle, surrounded by a breathtaking forest of orange, green, and brown hues.

On another occasion, I might have found it a marvelous sight. Right now, I just wanted to leave, curl up under layers of blankets, and forget this night had ever happened.

Az’s arm rested over my shoulders as we walked, shielding me from the cold but also ensuring that those following us—because he had been right about that—could see us.

They were close, but not close enough to hear what we were saying.

"You don’t need to do that, Az," I said, referring to his wing wrapping around me.

Truthfully, I did want him to stay close, but I had already messed up before—back in Velaris when I had accidentally ended up touching his wing.

"It’s cold," he replied calmly, taking my hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Az’s body was like a furnace, providing enough warmth to keep me from freezing. But if I wanted to make it through this night, I needed to put some distance between us.

"Az," I swallowed. "Listen, I need to..." I turned slightly toward him before continuing. His deep gaze met mine, and I swallowed hard.

By the Cauldron, what was I supposed to say? Please stop touching me because you’re confusing my heart? Of course not.

Still, I opened my mouth to speak just as he lowered his head, pressing his lips to mine in a slow, sensual kiss. I didn’t hold back the surprised sound that escaped me—but I also didn’t pull away. Az backed us up, touching me with such intensity that it stole my breath. We didn’t stop kissing as he placed both hands behind my head, making sure I wouldn’t hit the bark of the tree we had landed against. That was how it worked with him—my resolve disappeared as if it had never existed. That was why, in the first place, I hadn’t wanted to come here with Az.

I shivered as his arms lifted me, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist, aligning me exactly where I needed him.

What the hell was happening?

"Az..." I whispered between kisses, trying to clear my thoughts.

The shadowsinger didn’t respond. He lifted his head for just a second, and what I saw made my knees weak. Desire and intensity. I recognized it because I had seen that look countless times—on myself, whenever I was with him.

It was fleeting, because the next moment, he trailed kisses down my jaw, tilting my head back to expose my neck to him.

Surprisingly, he found a spot that made my toes curl, and one of the hands gripping his shoulders tugged gently at his hair, while the other, unconsciously, slid to the edge of his right wing—the one that had never stopped wrapping around me.

I knew Illyrians were sensitive to that kind of touch, but I also knew it was an intimacy I wasn’t sure Az wanted from me.

And yet, drunk on him, I didn’t even think about it—about the consequences of my actions—as I traced my fingertips along the membrane.

The guttural sound that escaped him set my insides on fire, and I knew—I wouldn’t survive the night when he trembled, pressing his face against my neck as his weight sank into me.

Around us, the forest had fallen into absolute silence. Not even the wind rustled through the trees, and that snapped me back to reality.

We were doing this because someone had likely come too close. But now? Now, there was no one else but us.

Regaining a bit of clarity, I noticed how his shadows shifted restlessly—some curling around my calves, others weaving over his shoulders. His silence unsettled me, so I slowly pulled both hands away from his body, feeling somewhat out of my own.

"Az…" I called after a moment, my voice unsteady, unsure where to even begin apologizing.

"Just a moment… I just need a moment, sweetheart," he responded heavily against my neck.

My brain might as well have short-circuited. Without thinking, I placed my hand back in his hair, gently stroking whatever I could reach.

Exactly one minute later, Az let me go, setting me down with his hands on my waist.

I cleared my throat and avoided his gaze. "Are they gone?" I asked stupidly, not sure what else to say.

Az took my chin between his fingers and guided my attention back to him.

"They’re gone," he confirmed.

I nodded and bit the inside of my cheek. This meant nothing.

A mission, I reminded myself.

"Are you okay?" he asked suddenly.

Of course not. I was a mess of nerves, words clogging my throat. I needed to let go—let go of what I felt for him, or this love would continue pouring out of me.

"I think we need to talk."

Az nodded, wrapping me in his warmth once more.

"At home, sweetheart."

He squeezed my hand gently, and I felt his shadows swirl around us, whisking us directly to Velaris—home.

It took me a second to recognize the path to the River House, and I braced myself for the conversation we were about to have.

Az didn’t let go of me, and we walked in silence until we reached the door.

I took a deep breath and turned to face him.

I had known from the very beginning that this entire plan was going to fall apart.

[hsslilly-blog]

⭐🦋UC Berkeley's Insect Expo '10, "A Celebration of Insect Biology": Biology undergraduate Claribel M. Swanson's butterfly showcase.

For day four, we have 20-year-old bio undergraduate Claire! I’ve been meaning to show Claire’s insect collection, so this was the perfect opportunity to do so. This is her at the beginning of her third year at UC Berkeley, in 2010.

I planned on making this beetle-focused, but I changed my mind when I started drafting it. I had to draw butterflies!! Butterflies have become a Claire thing and it wasn’t originally planned (ladybugs were the insects I had always associated her with); but sometimes it works like that. I like how butterflies often represent freedom, rebirth, metamorphosis. This fits Claire in so many ways; I can see how she’d identify with these ideas, especially during this period of her life. She was alone in the world for the first time.

Zoom in! They turned out great, I think. Case one comprises mostly of butterflies found throughout Europe (though some of them are also present in North America); Claire collected them while on a trip abroad with her father. The other two cases were partially collected, partially gifts from her father.

Here's a version without the camera flash + my original mspaint concept doodle for this, because it's funny:

[jayaawrites]

To All The Boys I’ve Accidentally Hit Send To

A/N: This is my first fic!! it’s a To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before AU but with the JJK men, I’m hoping to be able to make this into a multi chapter fic so…. please give me feedback!!

Sometimes, there are moments of complete dramatic irony where all you can do is try your best not to laugh. This moment, where you and Yuki are sitting next to each other, is one of them. The two of you are sprawled across your couch, catching up on Bridgerton as you do every Friday after rehearsal. Her hands are fiddling with the remote, while her eyes are glued to the screen, mesmerized by the scene playing before you.

"Not to be that person, but I don't think I'd ever forgive you if you did that to me," Yuki suddenly remarks, snapping you out of your reverie. You shake your head to wake yourself up a bit. "Did what?" you ask, half afraid of what on earth she could be talking about. Yuki gestures toward the screen, and your gaze lands upon Edwina and Kate Sharma arguing. "I mean, just look at them," she points out. "How do you ever recover from someone you care about so much stealing the man that you love?"

You shift in your seat slightly at Yuki's observations. Is it really that bad to get romantically involved with someone your friend cares about? The answer, of course, is yes. It's been yes for as long as you can remember, and if you had been in this situation two years ago, there would be no doubt you'd agree with Yuki. But that was before, before Yuki and Choso started dating, and you'd had your heart shattered into pieces.

Before Choso had become Yuki's boyfriend, he had been yours. Okay, maybe not really, but he was most definitely fated to be. All your relatives had expected it, and he had even made jokes about it from time to time, commenting on how embarrassing it was that your parents let you do anything so long as it was with him. And while you'd been skeptical at the beginning (when push came to shove, childhood friends to lovers was so overdone), because you were stupid and because you never knew how to say no to his honey-brown eyes and annoyingly beautiful hair, you had fallen for him—and fallen hard.

It had been hell. How are you supposed to navigate a crush that was seemingly inevitable? You'd avoided him for days on end before finding the courage to speak to him like a normal human being. And just when you'd built up the courage to ask him out, Yuki had called you excitedly to tell you that your super-hot best friend had asked her on a date.

Hence, here you were, watching Bridgerton season two with one of the people you considered your closest friends and pondering the ethics of fucking her boyfriend.

"Well!" Yuki gets up and stretches as the end credits start to roll. "It's getting late, and we have early rehearsal tomorrow, so I guess I better head home. Don't forget to bring an extra water bottle for me tomorrow if you can!" She grins at you and gives you a small peck on the head to say goodbye. You grin weakly up at her from where you're sitting.

"Bye, Yuki!" you wave goodbye and lock the door behind her as she leaves before collapsing back onto the couch with a groan.

Fuck.

You're screwed. Heavily. You need to get over Choso ASAP. You sigh and feel around the table in front of the TV before finding your laptop, wiping your hands clean of food before opening it up and drafting an email:

dancedancerevolution@icloud.com

Dear Choso, Remember that one time someone new moved in next door to you? We were six and some of the kids in our class had been making fun of you for only being friends with girls, and so when your eyes had landed upon the beady eyed brunette child who'd arrived with his parent I can still recall how your eyes had begun to shine a bit brighter when they landed on him. you and him became fast friends and because you were boys you'd do everything together. I felt horrible. all I could think was that I was a failure because I was a girl. it took weeks of me acting out towards the two of you before you'd pointed out the obvious : I was jealous. Back then it was easier, we solved the problem of jealousy through communication and you promised to include me more. So why is it this time my jealousy doesn't seem to want no matter how much you and Yuki include me in everything? When did my feelings become so overwhelming? It sounds stupid but I truly never meant to fall in love with you, and if I'm being honest I regret doing so. But I'm getting better, I swear I am. If not for your sake then for mine. So I can stop feeling little pricks of pain every time I see the two of you together. with all my love, your best friend

You finish typing and close your laptop with a sigh before switching your focus to the TV. Sure, your love life may have gone to shit, but at least you could focus on somebody else's.

[toasttt11]

empty netters

September 12, 2023

“All right we are joined here in Vegas with Hayden Blake, A gold U-17 medalist, a two time sliver medalist, leading the World Juniors with most goals and points ever in a tournament, First overall draft pick, Calder Trophy recipient, Ted Lindsay award recipient, King Clancy Memorial Trophy recipient, most recent Hart Trophy recipient and most recorded points by a player before they turned 20.” Dan Powers listed off a bunch of Hayden’s achievements as Chris was petting Archie.

Hayden had joined Empty Netters Podcast for an episode.

“Did that make you feel cool because i felt cool just hearing that!” Chris laughed looking at Hayden in question.

Hayden laughed softly and nodded, “It is pretty cool.” Hayden humbly agreed.

“And that’s not even everything i just picked some on them.” Dan commented, he had a lot of fun researching for this podcast episode.

“Well after all than welcome Hayden Blake to the Empty Netters podcast.” Dan welcomed her.

“Thanks for having me.” Hayden smiled back, she was asked to do a lot of media during her time in Vegas for the media tour but this podcast is one she was looking most forward too, “Was that hard to memorize?” Hayden asked cheekily but curious.

“Oh you have no idea.” Dan quickly nodded his head as he practiced so much making Chris laugh every time he saw Dan practicing.

“And we have a special guest as well Archie!” Chris piped up and the camera showed Archie just laying on chair next to Chris and Chris was just petting him, “Thank you for brining him.”

“Of course.” Hayden was honestly really happy that Chris asked about Archie so much when they were working out details for today’s podcast that she surprised him by bringing Archie to the podcast.

“Okay let’s talk about those achievements which don’t forget is barely even half of them and you are only twenty two.” Dan praised, Chris and Dan are both big fans of Hayden.

“Do you always kinda realize you have accomplished so much?” Chris asked her.

Hayden hummed, “Uh yes and no, obviously i think i remember at times the things i’ve accomplished. Um i’m pretty happy with my career is going so far but yeah there are times i definitely don’t remember the things i accomplished and honestly i forgot about most of them because at the end of the day i’m just focusing on what i love which is playing hockey and i think the accomplishment everyone wants is the stanley cup.”

Chris and Dan both nodded in understanding her reasoning.

“Let’s talk about the big thing that just came out, your contract.” Dan grinned looking excited.

Hayden made a small laugh nodding.

“You signed an eight year contract extension for seventy million dollars.” Dan told, “That’s an amazing contact and right now it’s one of the biggest contract for eight years right now.”

Hayden nodded in agreement.

“Was the contract something that took a while to figure out? Did you want more or?” Chris asked curiously.

The whole hockey world was worried for months now as Hayden’s contact ended last season and there was no talk about renewing and people were speculating trades and it was confusing why anyone would trade Hayden Blake.

“No no it wasn’t me wanting more or anything, the team knew that i want to stay and i know they want me to stay so truthfully i didn’t feel worried about signing a contact right away and before the off season was going to start we agreed we can talk about before the next season just make a deal with the contact than and that was good with what happened with the changes in management over the off season and the amount of changes in the roster. Signing the contact was simple as we agreed easily as i honestly couldn’t care less about the amount i’m getting i’m just playing because i love not for the money.” Hayden explained, she’s been told many time by the Oilers management team that she’s their easier player to deal with.

“Speaking on the changes on the roster how are you feeling about the team before camp?” Chris asked her, the Oilers had a busy off season.

Hayden hummed, “I think we have a pretty good team just looking at the roster um i mean you never know how it really will play out but i think if we play well and just click we could have a good team this season.”

“Speaking of team there are rumors of pranks in Edmonton.” Dan started making Hayden start grinning, “Oh i see that grin. So i’ve heard you and Ryan Mcleod are the pranksters in the room.”

Hayden chuckled but nodded her head, “Yeah Ry and I definitely cause some chaos.”

“Okay how did you start doing your pranks in the room?” Chris questioned.

“Well i use to pull some pranks back in the program and when i got to Edmonton i didn’t pull any in my rookie year and than Ryan joined the team and i had someone near my age and i invited him on one of my first pranks at the Oilers and we’ve just not stopped yet.” Hayden and Ryan and pulled way too many pranks by now.

“Which one was your favorite?” Dan grinned asking.

“Ooh uh probably the one we pulled for easter last year.” Hayden chuckled thinking about it, “It was the day before Easter and we got to the rink hours before anyone else would be there and we took everyone’s equipment and added little colored papers so everyone had one color on their equipment and we scattered everyone stuff across the whole arena and than a left bags on everyone’s stall and piece of paper of their color.” Hayden laughed as she explained making Chris and Dan both laugh incredibly hard hearing the prank.

“So we can assume you’re close with Ryan?” Chris asked once they stopped laughing. The Oiler social media is always posting Ryan and Hayden content. Those two are the youngest and the most willing to do media.

“Definitely he’s on my best friends. It helps that we are both the youngest on the team so there’s that connection. But yeah we became friends immediately after knowing each other and he stayed at my house for rest of the season when he joined.” Hayden smiled fondly as she talked, “Ry is definitely someone i hope i get to keep playing with for the rest of my career.”

“We hope so too, everyone especially us always loves Ryan and your content.” Dan told her honestly making her laugh.

“Speaking of friendships how is your relationship with Connor and Leon especially being part of the leadership of the team?” Dan asked the next question.

“They’ve become family to me, i wasn’t in the best place when i joined my rookie year and they helped a lot and really took me under their wings, even their families are both so kind to me. I am really grateful for everything Leon and Connor have done for me,” Hayden explained, “I think going into leadership it was simple because i still look up to them for answered and i think that’s good for the team to see too.”

“Was it odd being so much younger than the team and becoming an alternate especially being so young when you did?” Chris asked her.

“Oh extremely!” Hayden laughed honestly, “I didn’t even know what was happening i was in a zoom and they talked about the new alternate and i was so confused on why i was there.”

Dan and Chris started laughing with Hayden.

“You didn’t know when you were on the zoom?” Chris asked while laughing.

“No i had no clue and i was very lost.” Hayden’s words made them laugh even more.

“Ok ok.” Dan laughed catching his breath and looking down at the paper full of questions, “So obviously your father Harrison played with the Oilers for many year had an incredible career one of the best players ever in NHL history.”

Hayden hummed nodding softly, they had asked her if they could talk about her parents and she has barely talked about her parents to anyone since they died only a bit to family but she thought it was time.

“Growing up did you want to go to the Oilers too?”

“Yeah definitely, some of my first memories was watching my dad and since i was little i wanted to play for the Oilers.” Hayden answered.

“And you not only got drafted for the Oilers but the same pick as your dad.” Dan spoke and Hayden nodded, “That had to be a cool experience for you.”

“Uh yes and no, you know that was the day i dreamed of for years with my parents and ending up being drafted to the team i always wanted, it was more of a sad day because i obviously wished to have my parents there but i tried to enjoy it because they would want me too.” Hayden tried to explain.

Chris and Dan both nodded in understanding.

“Is it odd seeing so many memories and posters of your dad and his name being in the rafters?”

“Not really, uh at first it was odd being back at the edmonton arena without my Dad and it was like every corner was a reminder of him but eventually it became something i really love because i get to have those reminders of my dad and his name in rafters it feels like he’s there with me when i’m playing.” Hayden honestly answered.

“I’m sure you’ve seen some things about the similarities between your dad and you.” Chris asked and Hayden nodded, “Is that weird for you?”

Hayden has seen some of the thousands of videos of comparing her and her dad, they both play under the same number and she’s got similar moves as him and similar cellys.

“It was kinda surprising at first to see the similarities so easily but i do really enjoy it now because i didn’t even realize.” Hayden responded.

“Speaking on your parents we know you have lived in quite a few places and speak fondly about them, do you want to talk some about that?” Dan asked her

“Well i was born in San Diego.” Hayden nodded.

“How did they pick San diego?” Chris asked.

“My parents met for the first time when they were really young in a hockey combine in San Diego. They became really good friends and were childhood friends growing up and eventually they got together.” Hayden explained how her parents met.

“Now Harrison was born and grew up in Chicago right?” Dan asked.

“Mhm he grew up a blackhawk’s fan.” Hayden grinned humming, “And my Mom from Minnesota.” Hayden also knew her Mom would have loved that Matt was playing with the Wilds in Minnesota.

“And then Harrison at 18 went to Edmonton and Maddison moved to Toronto for school correct?” Dan asked her.

“Yes my mom got her degree in Toronto and then she moved to Edmonton and they got married the next year.” Hayden nodded, “The first off season of their marriage my Dad bought a house in San Diego and that became the off season house. It was that way when i was born and until he retired, we would spend the season in Edmonton and off season in San Diego.”

“So was Toronto your mom’s choice to live there after the retirement?” Chris asked a question.

“Kinda, my parents both knew that San Diego wasn’t a hockey city yet and my dad and mom still wanted to be apart of hockey for coaching and for when i grew up if i wanted to purse a career Toronto would be better.” Hayden knew her parents had feelings she would want to purse hockey.

“That’s an incredibly smart choice.” Dan nodded approvingly, right now there are so many current and future hockey players coming out of Toronto.

Hayden nodded in agreement.

“So then you met the Hughes family in Toronto right?” Chris asked because everyone knows Hayden and the Hughes are family.

“Yeah they moved right next door.” Hayden nodded.

“And then you guys just all became friends?”

“Yeah it was nice because when i was younger i didn’t really know anyone my age and then i met the Hughes and all three of them are near my age so it was nice.” Hayden explained.

“Do you remember meeting them?” Dan asked her.

“I do yeah.” Hayden smiled thinking about it, “Jack and I got along immediately after Jack asked if i liked hockey, Quinn was pretty quick as we just pulled him with us to go shoot pucks and Luke was immediately like my little shadow.”

“How did your parents kinda feel when they realize the four of you kinda became a package deal?”

“Oh they loved it, My parents only had just me for a while and than to have three boys they loved it. Quinn, Jack and Luke all become sons to my parents like my mom and dad adored them and would always talk about the boys as their sons.” Hayden softly told.

“My parents would always talk about their four kids to people and Ellen and Jim are the same, they treat me the same as they treat their sons.”

Dan and Chris both smiled at her words.

“Speaking of parents do you kinda realize how they have influenced not just your life but your hockey?”

“Definitely.” Hayden quickly nodded, “I think i learned a lot from my parents and they influence my life every day but i think people forget how much hockey i learned just from my mom.”

“Because she was an incredible hockey player too, a multiple women’s gold medalist.” Dan spoke.

“Exactly like a lot of people see my dad in my play style but i see as much of my mom too.” Hayden spoke, “But going on influencing me, i think with my parents no longer being i here i notice more how many things they have influenced for me and it’s something i really like seeing.”

Hayden smiled talking about her parents for the first time.

Dan and Chris headed to the next topic not wanting to ask her to many questions about her parents, “So NTDP, one of the biggest hockey programs current and some big names have came out of there, how did you pick going there?”

“Honestly i had a lot of offers but i saw how much Quinn really loved it at the program and when Jack got accepted too i knew that’s where i was going, I’m a family person so i knew i would play my best being with my family.” Hayden explained.

Chris nodded, “Would you recommend players going there?”

“Oh definitely like you said some great hockey players have come from there and i’m sure there is gonna be a lot more great hockey players from there soon.” Hayden answered, she is already amazed by the young talent there now.

“I really enjoyed my time there and i felt like i developed extremely well but i also made friendships there that will last a life time and i think that’s a good thing in this sport.”

“Your friendships from there are legendary.” Dan smiled making Hayden laugh, he would love to talk more about this but they have been talking for a while now, “Okay Chris you had a question?”

“Oh okay why the black and white tape on your stick?” Chris asked curiously as there is barely anyone who does that.

“My parents, my dad always used black and my mom always used white so when i started taping my stick they would try to convince me to use their tape so i just started using both and it just stuck.” Hayden simply explained.

“Alright we do this thing Pass, Shoot and Score, i think you know how it works?” Dan asked her making her nod.

“Okay Music, Morgan Wallen, Taylor Swift and Noah Kahn.”

“Hmm, Pass Morgan Wallen.” Hayden immediately said making them both laugh.

“I have to say Taylor for Shoot because Cole would never let me hear the end of it if i said pass.” Hayden explained laughing.

“And of course Noah for score.” Hayden picked because Noah Kahn is her favorite artist.

“You know what valid.” Chris said laughing.

“Okay we have heard your a big water person so Lake, Beach and Pool?”

“Oh easily score for Lake,” Hayden grinned, “Uh Beach probably pass and Pool shoot.”

“Lake purely for wakeboarding?” Chris asked making Hayden grin and nod.

“This one is four so Bench, Pass, Shoot and Score, San Diego, Michigan, Edmonton and Toronto?”

“That’s hard.” Hayden pursed her lips thinking, “Uh probably Sam Diego bench.” Hayden has a hard time with Sam Diego after her parents died there.

“That is not what i was expecting.” Dan said shocked making Hayden laugh.

“Pass Toronto.” Hayden said easily.

“This is the tough one now.” Chris said seeing Hayden thinking.

“Edmonton shoot and Michigan score.” Hayden quickly said.

“Really?” Dan and Chris both looked shocked that wasn’t how they thought she was gonna pick.

“Michigan is more relaxing and with family.” Hayden explained making them nod.

“Ok last one, Quinn, Jack and Luke?” Dan asked with a mischievous smile.

Hayden just laughed shaking her head, “Are you trying to get me in trouble?”

“No i’m kidding you don’t have to answer that.” Dan told her.

“Well that is the end of this podcast, Hayden thank you for joining.” Chris kindly told her.

“Thanks for having me.” Hayden smiled.

[pupkashi]

volvi a nacer

gojo feels life start anew now that you’re by his side

a/n: hi hi friends ! this is heavily inspired by this song !! i think it’s so sweet and yeah <3 (unrelated but my bf sent me it i was geeking out for a week ok) ALSO GIGI (@4sat0ruu) I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS SO MUCH MY FELLOW LATINA 🙏🙏🙏; slightly latinx coded reader bc i can !

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translations: mi amor // my love, hermoso(a) // beautiful, mi corazon // my heart, cariño // sweetheart

there was time in gojo satoru’s life that he felt his life had essentially ended. he felt isolated, like no one would ever fill the void he felt in his chest.

he didn’t think he had anyone to lean on when he needed it, opting for a façade of cockiness and jokes when anyone asked if he was alright.

you saw through it all. with a concerned frown on your face as you wrapped your arms around him, holding him as tightly as you could and squeezing him.

“i don’t need your hugs, y/n,” he scoffed, hoping you didn’t hear the wobble in his voice, “I’m the strongest, i can take on anything by myself.”

“I’m sure you can, but you don’t have to,” you whispered, not letting go for a second. you heard the tremble in his breath, the hitch in his throat when he heard your next words, “I’m right here, you’ll be okay.”

for a split second satoru saw the world for all its warmth and love rather than its faults and challenges. he felt the love and support he’d only ever imagined, the suns warm rays hitting his skin as you held him tightly.

it faded as you pulled away, and he could hear nobara and yuji yelling in the distance, toge and yuta laughing at something.

“I’ll be here if you need me, okay?” you reassure him, your hand lingers on his shoulder for a bit before you walk away.

you’re only two steps away when you feel satoru gently grab your wrist, letting go not even a second after he did. when you turn to face him he looks shocked, as if he didn’t have control of his own body for a second.

“uh- can-” he stumbles over his words, not knowing exactly what to say and not exactly having the courage to say whatever they were.

“yeah, i can,” you smile softly, taking his hand in yours, “how about we get some food, when’s the last time you had actual food and not take out or sweets?” you question.

satoru rolls his eyes, scoffing before counting the days on his fingers, “it hasn’t been that long,” he mumbles, smiling a bit when you shake your head and laugh at him.

it’s been three years since then, somewhere along the way the line of caring friend and something more had been crossed, pinkies interlinking during movie night, a stolen kiss in a maintenance closet when hiding from an upset yaga.

he’s not exactly sure what’s making him reminisce on that day. maybe he’s recalling the way the sunshine felt on his skin, the way it does now as it pours in through the blinds, landing on his bare chest.

“you didn’t snore this time” you mumble, voice a bit hoarse as you wake up.

satoru grins, “I told you I’d stop,” you can’t help but half laugh, cuddling up to him more, “I’d do anything you ask of me sweets.”

“it’s 9 in the morning and you’re already professing your undying love?” you tease, just barely opening your eyes to look at your lover, who’s already staring right back at you, soft smile adorning his beautiful face.

“would do it all hours of the day if you’d let me,” he replies, not missing a beat. you can only chuckle softly, letting your head rest on his chest. your hair tickles him a bit but he ignores it, focusing on the way your index fingers draws random patterns on his abdomen.

satoru lets his mind wander, he thinks how lucky he is.

how lucky he was to be given a second chance at life, to be able to come back from a place so dark, to now be able to quite literally be bathed in sunlight and tender touches.

“where’d you go?” you whisper, adjusting yourself on your side and letting your arm prop you up. satoru is reeled back in, snowy lashes kissing his cheeks gently as he lays on his side to face you.

“thinking ‘bout how lucky i am,” he mumbles, staring at you for a second before a soft smile overtakes his lips, “I love you.” the words never fail to make you smile, you never miss a beat to respond, “i love you more, angel boy.”

“there isn’t anything i wouldn’t do for you, you know that right?” he’s focusing on the fuzz of the blanket rather than your eyes, looking up only when you hum in response.

“what if you have to fight off the most talented swordsman in the world for me?” you tease, he’s smiling at you as he sits up.

“then I’ll get a sword and do what i have to do to not lose you,” he answers like it’s the most simple thing in the world, “I’ve fought off worse haven’t i?” his cockiness makes you roll your eyes and chuckle, sitting up and kissing his cheek before stretching and finally getting out of bed.

“i guess so, you’re too strong for any of my hypotheticals,” you mumble, the taller man following you into the restroom, brushing your teeth together before heading into the living room.

“what do you want for breakfast?” satoru asks, his hands are already reaching for the ingredients for an omelette, recalling how you’d been craving one since last night but fell asleep as soon as you’d gotten home.

“what’s on the menu today, chef gojo?” you smile, moving from the couch to the kitchen bar, watching as he took out four eggs and various veggies and meats.

“how ‘bout that omelette you were dreaming of yesterday, sweetheart?” he’s grinning as he cracked an egg open with one hand over the bowl, a trick you’d taught him that took him the course of two cartons of eggs.

“you’re too perfect mi amor,” the words make his ears turn bright red, face flushed as he continues his fluid movements in the kitchen.

three years ago had someone told you the satoru gojo could make omelettes and crack eggs with one hand you would’ve laughed in their face, betting your life savings and then some against the snowy haired sorcerer.

yet here you are; three years, lots of broken eggs, burnt food and nights in the restroom later- you watch the love of your life make you an omelette.

the two of you eat breakfast over small talk, telling him of your plans for the day.

“I’ve gotta run some errands today, i hope traffic isn’t too bad” you trail off, mentally checking all the things you had to do.

“i can drive if you want,” he shrugs, chugging down the last bit of orange juice in his cup before grabbing your plate and placing them in the sink. “i don’t have anything else going on.”

you smile at your lover, “you don’t have to drive me around everywhere, you know that right?” satoru knew your distaste for being behind the wheel, he only saw it as an opportunity to pamper you and treat you like the royalty you were.

“i know, but i love driving you everywhere,” he grins, walking next to where you were seated and bending over to kiss your temple, “I’ll be your loyal chauffeur for as long as you’ll have me, hermosa.” the word is foreign on his tongue, it slips past his lips naturally, just the way you’d been teaching him common phrases.

“hermosa? who’d you learn that one from?” fighting the smile off your face was a predestined loss, barely hiding how over the moon you were at the new pet name. your words are teasing as you stand from the kitchen bar, stopping right in front of your lover, looking up at him.

“duolingo was hitting on me, actually,” satoru replies, a dimpled smile on his face when your arms snake around his neck, pulling him downwards so his lips met yours.

“can duo fight?” you laugh between kisses, pressing a softer kiss to the tip of his nose before detaching yourself from him.

satoru is ready before you, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching- no admiring, your every move as you get ready. his mind is filled with a whirlwind of compliments he can’t seem to get out, overcome with an overwhelming sense of love for you.

you’re an aura of warmth, kindness and love, and angel sent for him. a caring soul, who nurtured him back to health; through late night calls that ended with you in his apartment or vice versa, gentle reminders and tight hugs helping him through his toughest nights. through forced outings to fairs and arcades, despite his protests that he has been doing things other than working with his students and going on missions (he hadn’t).

it had taken time, but satoru had healed.

your love had healed him.

“oh i can’t do movie night Friday” you frowned, watching as the second and first years trained.

“oh? why’s that” satoru was caught off guard, you’d never been one to cancel on him.

“i- uh- I’ve got a date, actually” you chuckle, staring at your finger nails before looking at the man next to you.

“a date?” he repeated, heart sinking and stomach falling as you nodded with a smile.

“nanami set me up with them, didn’t know he actually had friends besides us,” you smiled, trying your best to ease the palpable tension.

you’d gotten up and left shortly after that, some lame excuse he can’t remember now. he did remember angrily walking into nanami’s office, accusing him of hating satoru and wanting to see him suffer.

“have you thought of- i don’t know, maybe telling y/n how you feel?” kento sighs, trying his best to focus on the report he was filling out before satoru had barged in.

satoru hadn’t thought of that, but he took his friends advice and marched up to you three hours later, confessing his feelings upfront.

“don’t go on that date, they don’t deserve you,” he began, immediately taking you back, “and maybe i don’t either but just give me one chance and i swear you won’t regret it.”

“what’s up with you today? maybe you shouldn’t drive” your words pull him out of his memory, blinking once, then twice before fully coming back to his senses.

“do you remember when you told me you had that date?” he asks, watching as you furrows your brows, the corners of your lips turning upwards as you recall the memory.

“oh yeah! then you confessed like an hour later” satoru nods, blushing a bit. “what about it?” you ask, moving to sit next to him, taking his larger hand in yours, tracing soothing circles into his skin with your thumb.

“i didn’t even know i liked you then,” he admits, “i just felt this terrible feeling in my stomach and yelled at nanami for wanting to ruin my life.” the revelation makes you smile a bit, “he told me to tell you that i liked you and only then did it dawn upon me that i had romantic feelings for you.” satoru laughs at himself now, looking at you with sparkling blue eyes.

“well, you were- and still are a bit of a dummy” you mumble, pulling his arm so satoru can lean against you, letting you rest your head atop his. “my silly angel boy.”

angel boy.

the first time he heard you say that he quite literally stopped in his tracks, smiling from ear to ear before picking you up and spinning you around. ‘say it again!’ he kept asking, blushing just as hard every time the pet name left your mouth.

satoru loves grocery shopping with you, checking off things as you put them in the cart. he thinks you look angelic against the backdrop of produce, heart fluttering as you look for the best bunch of cilantro.

he could do this for the rest of his life, he thinks to himself. the realization makes him bump against the display, thankful nothing fell over.

satoru gojo wants to marry you.

he wants nothing more in his life than to be with you for as long as he could. he wants to spend his mornings and nights besides you, he wants to make you breakfast and help you cook dinner, he wants to wash the dishes because you hate washing them, he wants to wake up to Cumbia and bachata on Sunday mornings as you clean, joining you and singing in broken Spanish as you serenade him with a broom.

it’s not as romantic as he’d once imagined, he thought the realization would come to him as the wind blew through your hair, or the golden rays of the sun kissed your cheeks.

instead he’s watching you pick out a two pack of steak, looking at him with a wide smile, “the prices dropped!” you grin, giddy as you happily put the meat into the cart, practically skipping down the line of raw meats.

he can hear his heartbeat in his ears as he wonder what to do next, mindlessly following you around the grocery store with the cart, every aisle affirming the fact that you’re the only one for him, especially as you tell him to get one sweet treat for the week as you go and get the milk.

he’s staring lovingly at you as you wait in line at the register, watching with interest as your eyes light up, “cariño can you get the eggs? i completely forgot,” he nods immediately, placing a chaste kiss to your cheek before turning on his heel and heading towards the eggs.

satoru lets the thought of marriage ruminate in his mind, recalling the times you’d talked about marriage, agreeing that you’d want to marry him. what if you’d changed your mind since then?

later that week as satoru is passing you the salt, he asks you the question that’s been eating at his mind. “do you still wanna get married?”

you chalk it up to his usual insecurities, turning around and kissing the tip of his nose and both his dimples. “‘course i do, angel boy” you reply, not missing a beat, “why? everything okay?”

satoru nods, eyes fluttering shut when your lips are pressing against his. “everything’s perfect,” he mumbles against you, smiling and chasing your lips for one more kiss before he passes you the butter.

one month later satoru is under the shade the cherry blossom trees give him, with you staring down at him, mouth still agape from seeing him get down on one knee.

“mi corazon, I’ve loved you more than i thought possible, you’ve breathed life into me when i thought there was no reason to keep living, you bring out the best in me everyday,” he begins, hands shaking slightly as you stare back at him, tears welling in your eyes.

“i want to be by your side for the rest of my life, i want to find you in every crowd, save you a seat next to mine and end my days with you in my arms,” satoru tried to ignore the thumping of his heart in his ears, “i want to be the only one lucky enough to be loved by you, will you marry me?”

you’re nodding quickly, mouth still covered before you’re throwing your arms around the snowy haired man- your now fiancé. “of course, yes!” you laugh, sniffling and wiping the tears that had fallen as you squeeze him tightly. “i love you cariño, i love you so so much” you grin, pressing your lips harshly against his, not caring when your teeth bump against his as you both smile, the spring wind causing pink petals to fall around the two of you.

there was a time in gojo’s life when he thought his life was over. he looks back and smiles, how was he supposed to know the best part of his life was only starting?

the void he once felt in his chest was now overflowing with the love and patience you poured into him; sickeningly sweet pet names and tender touches to ease his mind.

satoru can’t help but smile when he wakes up next to you everyday, grateful beyond belief he decided to be vulnerable that day in the courtyard.

“already staring at me lovingly?” you teased, making satoru grin, dimples on his cheeks as he hummed.

“something like that.”

[jealousjersey]

Maybe Derek and reader grew up together in high society but their paths divulged and he's a dick now but the reader still likes him

Sorry for the ramble but something like that would be cool!

- 🦭

ooou yes!! i picture it as something like this

💸- you and derek weren’t the closest in your private highschool, maybe had a few dinners together… underage drinks as well. and he was always not the nicest person. but he was tolerable and funny and that’s all you really needed. even when he was being a dick, he’d always stick up for you. you think he had a soft spot for you.

recently you’ve heard a lot about his success through friends, coworkers, family….and it got you to think about how it used to be between you

you got a text message from “ddanforth1996” on instagram

@//ddanforth1996: hey, how you holding up? it’s been a while. drinks?

sounds perfect, it’s been too long.

@//ddanforth1996: amazing. i’ll pick you up at 9

9:00 couldn’t come sooner. you’ve missed talking to him, although he was hands down the meanest guy you’ve ever talked to, you still wanted to impress him. you put on a sparkly dark green dress, a pair of gold heels and expensive gold jewelry. you look incredible.

9:00 rolls around and you hear a knock at your door, it’s derek. derek in a button up green shirt with animal print jacket complimenting it it. he had his hair slicked back and a gold rolex on his wrist and gold studs in his ears.

“you look…pretty.” he says. your insides begin to do flips at his compliment. “you look very handsome.” you reply to him.

he opens the door for you to get inside his rolls royce. an expensive car for an expensive man.

he takes you to a bar and buys you a drink, he’s noticeably rude to the bar tender but you shake it off, it isn’t your place to say anything. nonetheless he is buying you drinks, so who are you to complain?

you attempt to hold his hand as he goes off on this poor bartender. but he ends up snapping at you. “don’t fucking touch me.” he barks to you. you flinch almost, not expecting this treatment from him. you put your hands back in your lap, trying to ignore the pool filling up your panties. why are you feeling like this? you’ve never been sexually attracted to derek before. so why now?

maybe it’s his sudden dominance? whatever it is, you want more of it. you liked this side of him…the demanding side, the side that doesn’t care.

derek yells a little more at the bar tender, before a man approaches you and offers to buy you a drink. “the fuck do you think you’re doing? this is my date fuckhead.” derek said to the man. the man doesn’t back off immediately, not really intimidated by his height.

“dude. calm down, we aren’t even a thing.” you growl at derek. this makes him mad, but he doesn’t snap at you this time. he downs his shot of whisky and leaves the table, finding some waitress to grope on. of course they’re gonna let him, he’s derek danforth for christ sake.

you can’t lie you do get jealous when he kisses a random waitress hotly in front of your eyes, but seeing him slip a $50 in her bra just shows you he’s trying to make you jealous.

but can you really be mad at him? you’re missed him so much. but god, he’s a dick.

[cheriecoke]

nanami kento, who hates dating, and didn’t do much of it in his early twenties. but now, he’s almost thirty, watching all the people he works with settle down, have kids, and he thinks he wants that. so he might as well try.

so satoru sets him up on a few dates — friends of friends, he calls them. and at the end of every one of the dinners, kento goes home empty, exhausted, because he knows what they want is not the same.

still; he thinks maybe he’s being a little self-destructive, maybe too picky, maybe he just got so used to being alone. with satoru’s insistence, he gives all the women another call, invites them over to his apartment.

the first time was a disaster… kento had barely set the dinner on the table before his cat had hissed at her, scratched her down the arm in a thin gash. and though it did draw blood, it was hardly enough to warrant that reaction.

he didn’t even try to stop her as she picked up her bag and left, huffing like she’d been morally offend. kento, though, could only smile to himself in amusement.

because maybe kento was a poor judge of character, a man who was secretly hoping nothing would pan out — but his cat could certainly tell the good from the bad.

it became a little game to him, after that. seeing if anyone could win his pet over, and if they could, perhaps they were the one. his darling animal was a fickle thing anyway. a bit too defensive, quick to bite anything threatening after years on the streets.

naturally, no one came back twice.

he was close to giving up, accepting his solitude because he was tired of empty conversations over dinner. but then, he ventured out over the weekend to a new coffee shop, during hours he normally didn’t spend out of his home, and met you.

though you only talked for a moment, kento felt like maybe he’d known you in a past life. a part of him thought maybe it was strange, the way he kept coming back to talk to you, catching you at the end of your shift to see if you wanted to grab a coffee sometime.

by the second date, kento started to think you could turn out to be his best friend.

by the third date, kento wondered if soulmates were real.

on the fourth date, almost two months later, an appropriate time to get to know someone when you were as reserved as kento, he invited you over for dinner. it was, perhaps, the final confirmation he needed to let himself be with you.

he let you through the door, smiling softly as you told him about the book you were reading, and hung his coat on the rack. a moment later, you stopped, distracted, hands covering your mouth in a gasp.

“kento! she’s the cutest cat i’ve ever seen, you didn’t even show me pictures!” you exclaim, and, a few feet away, crouched down. “look at her pretty eyes…”

“careful,” kento said, “she’s not very—“

but the cat approached your outstretched hand, sniffed once, before letting you scratch her under her chin, purring loud enough for kento to hear across the room.

“shes such a sweetheart, you told me she was mean!” you smiled, making a cooing noise as you threaded your fingers through her fur. “kento’s a liar, isn’t he… you’re so precious.”

a few moments later, she snapped her jaw at you in a biting motion, and you only laughed, withdrawing your hand. “alright, i get it, i won’t bother you anymore.”

though she still brushed against your legs, just as she did kento’s, and seemed to communicate some sort of message to him.

“do you want any help cooking?” you ask, tucking your hair behind your ears. “i’m a disaster in the kitchen, but—“

“sure,” kento said, his chest tightening as he blinked back at you, only in his apartment for minutes and already looking as at home there. he wondered if it was possible to fall in love so quickly. “but only if you want to.”

[commonboa]

I've seen multiple posts where people bring up the statistical evidence of trans men's high rates of poverty, suicide, sexual assault etc. and although these things are super important its fucking infuriating that we have to bring out the fucking scientific studies in order for people to maybe give a shit about what happens to us.

[1driedpersimmon]

You know how lizards, as a defense mechanism, can like just drop their tail?

Yeah

[mr-president]

gothic twink who can talk to bugs proclaims himself the “most sane person in the party”

[junicult]

contains ; suggestive conversation (pillow talk typa stuff). sappy sappy cheesy & corny fluff! just the way i like it! established relationship — dating. two ppl in love blah blah blah. gender non specified reader. he is all i ever think about.

note ; hello! didn’t wanna look at this in my drafts anymore. boo!

“what’s the wildest thing you’ve done in bed?” you ask, smiling over the rim of your near-empty glass of wine.

your lips are well past stained at this point, dazed eyes holding a curiously eager gaze with the man sitting similarly before you.

“the wildest thing?” harvey repeats, eyebrows raised, looking around as if to search for his answer.

“yeah, like, the craziest thing you’ve done while having sex.”

you’ve been playing this little question game for hours now, concept of time nothing but a distant thought after you both downed even more glasses of wine a single bottle could fill. it’s been a while since you’ve been able to relax like this, which is well in agreeance with your boyfriend.

you’re quite tipsy at this point. facing him on your living room couch, legs crossed and arm propping your head that’s perched against the back of the couch.

he purses his lips, shaking his head in deep thought. “i dunno…i guess um,” he presses a knuckle to the upper rim of his glasses, adjusting them, “i guess the kitchen—having sex in the kitchen, probably.”

you furrow your brows, giving him a long look. “in the kitchen?” it’s your turn to repeat, this time confused.

he shrugs and nods.

“with me?” you ask, more clarification than uncertainty in your tone.

“of course with you.”

“no, i’m speaking in general, like out of everyone you’ve ever had sex with—what was the craziest thing you did?”

“i know the question. i said have sex in the kitchen.”

you stare, unwavering eye contact glued to his. you know him, you know he’s definitely telling the truth, yet somehow you were shocked. “that was your craziest sexual experience?”

“i take it wasn’t yours, huh?” he snorts, giving the contents in his glass one small swirl before he leans over and places it on the coffee table.

you laugh airily, “i mean i…told you about the ferris wheel—“

“—ah,” he cuts you off, shivering, “yes, not my thing.”

“so let me get this straight,” you mimic his previous gesture—placing the glass on the table—, using both of your now-free hands to hold out in front of you. “your craziest, absolutely wildest sexual experience was on that kitchen table?”

he flicks his gaze past your head to where you’re pointing your thumb behind you. he suppresses a quirked up lip from the recollection.

“well, i didn’t say it was absolutely wild. but if i had to pick, that would be my answer.” he murmurs, and despite the topic, he’s managing his typical flushed cheeks and nervous lip-nibble well.

“wow,” you lean back with a light laugh. “i’m honored.”

“i’m glad.” he smiles.

he reaches back for the last sip of his wine, taking a short whiff of the glass before savoring the last drop. maybe he’s biased, but your wine will always be his favorite. he never allows it to go to waste.

it’s late. his eyelids rest heavily over his pupils, contrasting your wide-awake gaze. you’re eager to move around, emphasizing most of your words with hand gestures while he’s remained put for the last couple hours. despite his tiredness, he soaks every minute he has with you just as he does with your wine.

you clear your throat. “okay, so now i have a new question.”

“alright.” he nods, leaning into his hand.

“what was the best sex you’ve ever had? it’s okay if it wasn’t with me.”

he exhales from his nose at that, smile to accompany his cheeks.

“well, it was,” he confirms, once again looking off to the side. although, he doesn’t pause long, seemingly prepared with his answer. “i would say, after you told me you loved me.”

you beam immediately. “i knew it. you’re such a sentimentalist.” you tease, reaching over to pinch his thigh. but you soften, laying your hand flat and gently soothing your thumb over his pants. “that’s mine too.”

“really? even more than the ferris wheel?”

you scoff. “oh, absolutely. a million times better.” you wave a hand dismissively, and he tries not to let the comment go to his head. “that was purely just to say i’ve done it. at least you can make me finish.”

of course his cheeks set aflame, due to the ego boost and vulgarity. you smile as he purses his lips after murmuring an awkward thank you. it’s always so amusing to make him flustered, given such an easy task.

you sigh, rolling your head back against the couch. your fingers lightly tap at your t-shirt clad stomach, eyes wandering each crease and ridge in your ceiling during a moment of peaceful silence you’ll always relax into when you’re with harvey.

it’s only then do your eyes feel heavy, and it finally dawns on you just what time it is, and how early you have to wake up tomorrow.

“it’s late,” you conquer, staying put, “do you wanna stay—“

“i’ve got a question.” he hums. you turn your head, remaining relaxed against the cushions, to find him looking off towards the dimming fireplace in front of you.

“yeah?”

“who was the…if you had to rank everyone, uhm,” he presses his knuckles into the cushion beside his thighs, readjusting himself but not without a clear of his throat. “who’s the best sex you’ve ever had?”

you allow a smile to creep onto your face. it seems purposeful he’s avoiding your eyes, the golden hue of the crackling fire causing his warm skin to glow. his lips look a little pinker due to the light—or maybe the wine—and from your angle you can see his dark brown eyelashes clearly from the space between his glasses.

you let out a faux sigh, almost taunting.

“hm, that’s a toughie.” you snicker, now readjusting to sit sideways on the cushion with one leg crossed and the other dangling over the couch. “out of the whopping four?”

he gives you a peek, subconsciously wiping his palms across his pants wordlessly.

you almost want to tease him a little longer—the shy purse of his lips making it just so easy. yet you give up quick, leaning in to snake your arm around his neck and press a hand to his cheek.

“without a doubt, it’s you. don’t even have to think about it.” you giggle, pressing a soft kiss to his warm lips.

“really?” there he goes, yet again doubting himself.

“harvey, i’ve never been in love like i am with you. i’ve never been with someone and started picturing marriage after the second date.” you croon, so close you can nearly press your forehead against his. you look down at his lips. “it’s not just because of the sex—but believe me, that plays a good part. no one has known how to love me like you can.”

he swallows, mimicking your gaze and fixates on your lips as you continue, “you make me feel so comfortable, and so appreciated. you’re so sweet, and caring, and reliable. i can tell you anything.”

his fingers are warm from the fire, and he delicately uses them to push pieces of your hair that have fallen in front of your face, blocking his view of you.

just as you’re about to go on, he stops you. both of his hands finding purchase at the crevice of your neck, while his lips meet yours. not just a peck, a deep and meaningful kiss that forms all of your praises into the action. the same kind of kiss that takes your breath away, even before it started when you quietly gasp as he tugged you close. he ignores the way his nose bumps into yours, instead tilting his head to the side once you melt into him, pressing a flat hand against his chest for balance.

it’s deep and needy. the wine somehow tastes even better off your lips, his tongue selfishly stealing some of the sweetness. in some ways you think you could genuinely go stupid just from the way he kisses you.

he takes a moment to pull away, the exact way that has him sucking all of the air out of your lungs and leaves you chasing the feeling and making your brain grow fuzzy.

letting you go, he licks his lips and drops his quick gaze down to yours before looking back in your lidded eyes. he’s so impossibly skilled at taking your breath away, literally and figuratively.

“like a starved man,” you tease, masking your faint whimper with a chuckle.

“i know,” he swallows. “i love you.”

“i love you more.”

he shakes his head, padded thumb softly pressing against your bottom lip where his gaze sits.

“not possible.”

[maiiuelle]

“wait — what am i supposed to be doin’?”

you wipe your hands down the front of your apron, turning to face a very disheveled jj. he’s holding a huge mixing bowl of cupcake batter and a spatula, his face etched in confusion and covered in flour.

you deflate into a giggle, placing the final cupcake wrapper in your hand into the baking tray before rushing over to him. you life your hand to wipe the powder off his cheek. when you mentioned to jj that you were spending the day baking, he insisted on helping you out somehow. “i just need you to help me pour the batter into the tray on the stove. then we can take a break, promise.”

if baking was a love language, it would be yours. the last time you’d gone with the pogues on a treasure hunt, they kept complaining that the twinkie’s snack supply had finally run dry. you took that personally, deciding right then and there that you’d bake the gang cupcakes for your next adventure. when you mentioned your idea to jj, and he jumped at the opportunity to help you out despite having zero baking experience.

“sounds easy enough.” he shrugs, following you to the stove and sneaking a lick of batter off the spatula.

“aht!” you scold him, pulling a hand towel from your apron pocket to smack his arm. “that’s really unsanitary.”

“yeah, well they’re mostly for me anyway. ‘n i’m helping, so.” he shrugs playfully, leaning over you as he takes another big lick in your face.

you snatch the spatula from him, scowling to keep yourself from smiling. “seriously, jayj.”

“alright, alright. locking in.” he recedes, eyeing you as he holds the heavy bowl up over the cupcake pan. you guide his hands to each empty space, using the spatula in your hand to push the batter out into each mold until the bowl is mostly empty. the contents fill the tray almost perfectly, only a little batter remaining in the mixing bowl.

“perfect! thank you, jayj.” you beam, shaking the pan gently to smooth out the batter before lifting it, opening the preheated oven and sliding it in. you push the oven closed, dusting off your hands in completion. “they’ve gotta bake for 20 minutes or so.”

“oh, then we got plenty of time.” he raises his eyebrows at you with a smile, moving closer and slipping his arm around your middle.

you grin, playing coy and just shrugging your shoulders. “for what, exactly?”

“you know what.” he laughs, putting his hand under your jaw to lead your rosy lips to his. you smile into the kiss, the perfect ending to a perfect day.

you separate and your eyes stay closed, trying to stay in the moment until you feel the spatula covered in gooey cupcake batter painting over your nose.

you gasp, “jj maybank!” as he escapes any further scolding, running out of the kitchen laughing with the spatula in hand.

[waywardstation]

If Ingo and Emmet could have one more Pokemon on their teams, I’d want them to have a heatmor.

Lots of Ingo and Emmet’s pokemon have themes that loosely relate to trains/subways in some way. I think heatmor could fit too, this thing looks like a combustion engine combined with an anteater, look at those pipes and vents!

I am so biased to this pokemon, I love heatmor and think it would be cool if Ingo and Emmet had one, but if they did it probably would not do well with their Durant haha