#angsty fluff but still

[mortellanarts]

Thank you so much for the drawing and the fic!!! I absolutely love it! 😍😍

I'm so happy you liked them, they were very fun to make!!!!!! 🥺🧡🧡

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 140

"What?" Geralt asks, frowning, a furrow in his brow. "I turn into a wolf every full moon." Jaskier repeats. "How-" "You were always away on a hunt. You'd just meet me back in the morning." "...You were a werewolf this whole time?" "..Yes. I- I'm sorry, Darling. I never wanted to lie." "Why didn't you trust me with this? Did you think I would hurt you?" "No! I thought I would hurt you. I'm not myself on full moons, Geralt. I can't even remember them. All I know is that the moon raises, i feel this ache in my bones, and the next thing I know, I'm waking up the next morning, nude, with a full stomach of what is HOPEFULLY nothing gross." "...You've not transformed in towns, have you?" "No! Of course not! I'm terrified of hurting someone, Geralt! That's the only reason I'm telling you now! I got the charts mixed up, I thought the moon was still a week away, but it isn't, and we're near a town, and I need you to keep me restrained." A long pause settles between them. "You want me to guard you?" "Guard them. From me. Keep me trapped in a shack and- And lock it up tight. Chain me, hurt me, knock me out, whatever you must do. Keep me from being a danger. I never wanted to be a terrifying beast, Geralt." Jaskier says, with those damned wet doe eyes of his. Geralt agrees. Because he doesn't know a world where he wouldn't. Mere hours later, Jaskier is sat against a beam in an old rundown barn. He's tied up with rope, and chained on top of that. There are no windows in the barn, the door is fully barricaded and locked, and Geralt guards it. "You really should guard it from outside" Jaskier had said. "I'm not leaving you to do this alone. You never should have had to." Geralt replied. Thus, Geralt stands and watches as Jaskier pales and starts twitching. The moon is rising. "It's coming- I'm going to be a beast." Jaskier says with fear, before the transformation takes the air out of his lungs. Geralt watches in horror and awe as Jaskier's body changes, changes, changes.... In... Into a songbird? sitting on the ground is a fat little songbird. It easily hops over the ropes and chains, now much too lose to hold it. Him. Oh my gods. Jaskier's not a werewolf. He's a... were.... werebird... And not even a scary one. Jaskier starts pecking the barn floor and Geralt rubs a hand over his face in exhaustion. He prepared for the worst, and instead is treated to watching Jaskier struggle to bathe in a trough. "Jaskier, it's too deep." He tells the bird, as it fluffs up it's wings. "Jaskier, you're going to-" Jaskier tries to take a step into the birdbath, only to fall, dunking his whole fat little body into the depths of the trough. He flails about in the water, chirping panickedly. Geralt rushes to his aid, gently lifting him out of the water with gentle hands. Perhaps guarding over Jaskier will still be a challenge after all.

[shouyuus]

sry sry blame @vifilms for showing me a pic of vi's back and now i can't stop thinking about just... lying behind her, or even sitting over top of her waist, tracing your fingers gently over the shape of her back tattoo as she lies on her stomach, her cheek pillowed over her crossed hands.

"these are beautiful..." you say.

she chuckles, "i guess they are but... i didn't feel beautiful when i got them."

you run your index finger along the light curls of powder blue smoke.

"doesn't make them any less so."

she laughs again, shifting slightly beneath you, letting her eyes fall shut. and as you run your fingers down each of the designs, she begins to talk --

"i had two brothers once, too -- i dunno if i ever told you that."

you shake your head, before realizing that she can't see.

"no, you haven't. i thought powder -- jinx -- was your only sibling."

vi hums, "yeah, we had the same mom and dad but mylo and claggor... they were family too."

your eyes drop to the pair of twin keys notched at the base of her spine, the teeth carved into the shapes -- m and c. you touch them gently and she shivers.

"down in the lanes... family just means the people you watch out for, and the people who watch out for you."

you laugh, walking the tips of your fingers up the length of her spine, tracing the dark cogs that turn against her skin.

"i think that's how family works everywhere, vi. you're born with one... and as you grow up... you can choose another one."

her eye peaks open as she glances at you over her shoulder, her gaze impossibly soft.

"yeah... guess so..." she shifts slightly beneath you as you trace up to the swirls of blue smoke twisting over her shoulders.

"and i'm guessing these are for..."

"jinx," vi answers, her voice faraway, "or i guess... she was still powder to me then."

you draw your fingers along the bends and curves of smoke, before you trace over each of the dark mechanical lines running over her shoulders and down the backs of her arms.

"and... these?"

vi sighs, "those were... reminders, i guess. when i was -- in stillwater... there's only so much you can do to keep yourself sane in there. and... i guess i just wanted a way to prove to myself that i could still... feel something. and..." a small laugh escapes her, "i thought that if i could ink these metal cogs and spires on my skin that maybe... somehow, i could be stronger, harder, less..."

her voice is bone-porcelain thin.

you lean down to press your lips to the nape of her neck.

"breakable?" you offer.

she puffs out a breath.

"stupid, isn't it?"

you kiss down the slopes of her shoulder, ghosting fingers behind the warmth of your lips. you shake your head so she feels you against her.

"not at all."

"and... powder always seemed to love her mechanical toys so much that i thought... well --" her voice shudders for half a second before it breaks, and she clears her throat, turning to bury her face in her arms, sighing into the soft linens of the bed below.

"that maybe... if you made yourself a bit more like them..." you say, pressing your cheek to her bare skin, "that... she might love you like she used to?"

vi makes a sound somewhere between a hiccup and a sigh. she doesn't turn, but her shoulders shrug up ever so slightly as she answers --

"or... forgive me... just a little."

you hum against her skin.

"will it help if i told you that it's not your fault?"

that makes her laugh, and she shifts just enough to peer up at you from beneath her dark lashes.

"it took me a while to get there, but i... i think i've forgiven myself for it... most of it, at least."

you feel her tap your thigh, and you lift up just enough for her to twist around. you grin as she settles you over her hips again, running warm palms along your legs, up to the bend of your waist, a loped grin slung lazily across her lips.

"good," you say, leaning down for a brief kiss. she groans against you, biting down on your lower lip. "anything i can do to help with the rest?" you ask, pulling away just far enough for her to dig her fingertips into the plush of your hips.

vi's eyes flicker, and her smile goes snake-bitten and sweet before she rucks you down over her hips and a gasp stitches out of you.

"sure... i think i've got a few... ideas."

[slutforln4]

everybody moved on…

[sugarcoated-lame]

this new wave of joel miller brainrot may have just given me a new fic idea 🤭

so it’s joel x pregnant widow!reader in jackson 👀

some ramblings about it below the cut 🤍

reader’s husband dies on patrol, and she finds out a few weeks later that she’s pregnant

joel and ellie move into jackson when reader is 3-4 months pregnant, no one in town really knows about her pregnancy except for tommy and maria, and the town doctor — she wants to keep it to herself for as long as she can

i’m thinking reader is going to be like the town seamstress?? and joel goes to her to patch up his jacket after he rips it one day out on patrol

joel’s seen her around town in the few weeks he’s been in jackson — always looking sad, and always alone.

he’s immediately drawn to her — her kind voice and demeanor that’s oh so sweet on the surface, but he can see the way her smile doesn’t reach her eyes, the sadness in them.

•

idk where I’m going with this or when I’m actually gonna write it, but aaaah i just had to scream about it !!!

[diazheartsbuckley]

Last Line Tag 🖋️

Tagged by @spotsandsocks @dangerpronebuddie and @tizniz, thank you my lovelies 💗

Buck hesitates for a moment before he gets up in front of the crowd, seeing a sea of firefighters in their dress blues and suddenly his feels way too tight and as he tries to start the eulogy, no sound comes out and instead he sniffles, staring at the blurred lines on the paper below his hands.

No pressure tagging

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[yuu-kumeii]

Heeello, hru?

i want a tsukishima kei × fem!reader, NO TIME SKIP, i want his reaction on the reader hugging him suddenly without saying anything and the reader doesn't pull away from the hug (aka gives him a long hug)

(Reader is clingy and doesn’t want to vent, but at the end she let it all out)

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, crying

Omg hi anon❗❗❗ I'm doing fine when I got this, but now I'm like a deflated grammar balloon 😭😭😭

SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO FINISH YOUR REQUEST I SWEAR I WAS THINKING ABT IT THE WHOLE TIME AFTER I GOT IT, I just didn't get the motivation at that time so I waited for inspiration to strike. But then inspiration hit me too hard and this ended up going waaaay off track ⚰️ PLUS I wrote the middle part during a campus tour and boy am I glad to have friends who are willing to be my beta readers bc past Yuu was NOT having a good time there 🥹. So sorry again in advance if this isn't exactly what you were expecting 🙏

Btw, your all caps red NO TIMESKIP is kinda funny to me bc it's like telling me to REMEMBER THAT THIS IS A PRE TIMESKIP THING NOT POST since I'm someone who mainly writes for post timeskip 💀 ntm how you probably had your own timeskip waiting for this thing 🧍‍♀️but anyways I hope you still enjoy this monster of a drabble fic hybrid 🫶

Also heads up, it's an established relationship, yeah sorry I didn't know if you would be ok with that but uh yeah sorry 😭

Word count : 3.5k (How did I get here)

There wasn't any indication as to why you started to feel the way you do, maybe you were tired. It could be from stress, school work has been piling up so it wasn't a stretch to say that you might've been feeling a little burnt out. But deep down, you know exactly why. You're just too embarrassed to say it out loud, because what kind of person would you be to think that your friends were that shallow? A bad manager and an even more awful friend, that's what.

Everyone has been asking about you, concerned for your lack of response as of late. You barely look up from your notebook, something about a 'full proof strategy for their next game'. One so full proof it apparently doesn't need any input from the team or Kiyoko...or the coach... It's obvious you're trying to avoid them without being absent. Which makes it even more strange, usually you'd want to get away from the people you're avoiding. So why aren't you?

"Oh no, [Y/N] lookout!" A voice suddenly calls out, snapping you out of your thoughts just as you see a ball coming straight for you.

Before you could react, someone beat it to you, "I got it!" A hand reaches out and blocks the ball, you don't register who it is until—

"Nice save, Yacchan!"

Of course.

Yachi was the one who saved your face from getting pummeled while you sat there with your head in the clouds. All the more reason the team should just— just—

Just kick you off the team.

Ah.

There it is.

That's what's been on your mind. Why it was so hard for you to actually avoid them, you were scared to be pushed aside while trying to encourage them to do so. Thinking you were being good at your job, only to see someone new do it better.

You feel like you've been lacking as a manager, despite being in the club for longer. It felt like the newcomer, Yachi, was doing a lot better in the short time she's here. You know it was unwarranted, she's been nothing but helpful. Picking up all the little things you and Kiyoko taught her. The team also welcomed her with open arms, as did you.

It was a gradual realization on your end, with 3 managers on standby, it's easy to lose track of who does what job. But more and more it felt like you've been doing the least out of the 3 of you. It really affected you, even without you knowing.

You start to forget routines, things like after school clean up duty, homework, even going as far as to forget planned hangouts. It felt like all you wanted to do was finish the day as quickly as possible, you don't even get up from your seat much anymore. Your indifference in class is mostly likely why no one tried approaching you for stuff, which makes sense, you probably look unapproachable anyway.

Well, almost unapproachable. If it weren't for Tsukishima, who chose to come up to you on days you fully ignore the team.

"What's up with you?" His words were short and lacked any poise, fitting for the only first year keen on riling up opponents and allies alike.

"...Nothing is, I'm fine" Much like Tsuki, your words were curt. Hoping that the less you answer, the more he's inclined to leave you alone.

Giving you an unconvinced look paired with an equally unconvinced once over, he shrugs and turns to leave you be.

"Suit yourself"

That hurts more than anything your own mind can throw at you, because all it does is convince you further that they're better off without you. All you've been doing is feeling bad about yourself, starting to forget everything important in favor of ignoring the problem.

But strangely enough, even when you forget, nothing seems to have any big consequences. When you realize you forgot about cleanup duty, your class partner just shrugs, saying your friend stayed behind and helped them instead. You think that it could've been Yamaguchi, he sometimes helps with cleaning duty when someone's partner goes home early.

It makes you feel worse about your moping, inconveniencing not one but two people. All because you can't convince yourself that just because Yachi is doing a lot better than you, it doesn't mean you're useless.

Right?

Not to mention the heartwarming messages from your friends when you don't show up to a hangout, they seem so understanding in spite of how you don't even tell them anything. The messages telling you to "Take care of yourself" and "Work things out at your own pace" could honestly make you cry.

Even the team tries their best to cheer you up, or at least to get your attention. You can't lie and say you don't see Hinata trying to get the other first years to pull some cool volleyball stunt he saw once, hoping that you'll congratulate them. It's hard to ignore it, especially when you can just feel his occasional stare, trying to get a reaction from you. But, as much as you want to cheer them on, you just can't do that. And yet, they're still so understanding. Trying to raise your spirit, Yachi even tried to start a conversation with you by asking for help on different managerial duties. But to no avail, all you do is point her in the right direction before going back to your place in the stands. Her efforts weren't in vain, but not enough to really get to you.

But it doesn't add up, how would they know you're going through a tough time? Are you really that obvious? You probably are. Either way, it's sweet of them to still think about you even when you're basically ditching them.

What does make sense to you is the homework, which you still end up submitting on time. All thanks to, you guessed it, Tsukishima. He just started reminding you about homework due in 2 days, complete with the pages and formulas needed. A smart comment about your recent forgetfulness is always attached to the message, something to remind you that it's from Tsuki of all people.

Someone you got to know through Yamaguchi, a mutual friend of yours, and if that's not enough, then being on the same team definitely is. As a manager on said team, you were always there for whatever sarcastic quip he had at the ready. Complete with every short joke ever made and that snide smile of his almost everyday. Needless to say, it didn't take long for a friendship to bloom. No longer hanging out only when Yams was around, you both built a routine for when you have each other. Yet you were always one to break routine for something new, a habit the tall beanpole never fails to challenge.

"Why do I have to come with you? You can just go alone" He says, not too keen on the idea of skipping your usual bakery visit for a cafe.

"Because I don't want to go alone and you're the only free one" You were always so sure he'd come with you anyway, to the point where you don't even try to convince him anymore.

He did end up going with you in the end, even if he did have his complaints here and there. But overall, it was one of the few times you can visibly see him having a good time. You chose a cafe themed around the stars and space in general, which you knew Tsuki liked quite a bit. Sure it would've been better to go to a dinosaur themed cafe, but the ones you know about are all the way in Tokyo and Fukui. Nevertheless, that space cafe visit was definitely a core memory in both your and Tsukishima's friendship, no matter how much that salt shaker wanted to deny it.

Though you did promise that one day, both of you would go together.

As friends, cause that's what you are, right?

Wait, actually do you even remember what happened after the space cafe? Wasn't it really important?

It feels like you know exactly what it is, it's a *fact* that you remember what it is. But much like everything else around you, it as well, whether you mean to or not, is pushed to the back of your head. Your thoughts start to discourage your resolve in this self-driven solitude of yours, built upon claims with no support. But why would the evidence matter if the claim itself is enough to make you believe?

It really felt like you were going to keep up this ruse forever, nothing really served as a consequence to you. The only thing keeping you in this state were the small glimpses of the team above your notebook, always up to some dumb fun. Something you always looked forward to in spite of the grueling practice ahead of them, well it was something you looked forward to.

Your eyes catch onto the other first years happily chatting with each other, except for Tsuki who preferred to stand on the sidelines, only chiming in to add a sprinkle of sarcasm into the conversation. That seems fun, you knew it was. As you watch everyone laugh at something Yachi says, something in you starts coiling around your heart.

You're suddenly aware of every breath you take, your thoughts start to repeat 'breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out...'

Your surroundings start to feel heavy, like you were tethered to your place. The sound of your own breathing feels louder than the voices in the gym. So focused on your empty notebook that everything else blurs at the edges of your vision.

It wasn't until you caught golden-brown eyes staring at you from across the court, genuine concern masked under a nonchalant gleam. You hold his gaze for longer than you'd like, unsure if there's anything else hidden under the bespectacled stare.

Tsuki only tilts his head in the direction of the other first years, probably telling you to come with them. You can only refuse, solemnly shaking your head. They can't possibly want you there with them, not after ignoring them for the better part of a week. It wouldn't be right to just butt in like that.

He probably knows that you're still not giving in, because it looked like he let out a sigh before walking towards them. Not before one last stare down with you, his gaze asking if you're sure about your decision. You can only hesitantly nod, you're not sure, you don't want to pick this decision, but you've convinced yourself that you're backed into a corner.

A corner you made up.

Well, no use in thinking about it now.

"Oi [Y/N], I'm gonna lock up the gym now! Better get going" Oh coach Ukai, you forgot he was still here. Taking your notebook and pen into your arms, you nod at the coach before heading towards the exit. Body slightly hunched over when you pass him, unable to look at him in the eye.

"Whatever it is you're going through, you know they got your back, right kiddo?" Ukai suddenly says, right before you leave. It makes you stand in your place for a while, thinking. You know they do, it just doesn't feel right to, especially when you didn't give them a valid reason for your distance.

"Y-yeah…Thanks, coach" You mumble, fully facing away from him. Turning to leave, when you catch a glimpse of the orange sky outside. Realizing how late it got, you break into a sprint back to your classroom.

Through the now empty halls, doused in ombre. No other soul in sight, leaving the sounds of your footsteps to be heard. The sky is beautiful today…wouldn't it be fun to experience it together?

Your pace slows right in front of your classroom, 1-4 written on a sign next to the door. Putting your hands on your knees to catch your breath from all the running, you stop to admire the light that passes through your classroom door.

And that's when you heard it, the faint scratching of a chalkboard being erased, you'd know that sound anywhere. It's soft, you could barely hear it over your own breaths, who could be cleaning it at this time? You know your partner didn't come to school today, they were sick. You yourself forgot, so why would anyone be there?

Slowly peeking through the door frame, you see a lone figure standing by the chalkboard. Short blond hair, a lean figure, headphones over his neck, the wire hanging loose. It's him, the one you felt the most guilt for. You watch him for a while, lazily swiping the eraser across the chalkboard.

So that's who your cleanup partner was talking about.

It wasn't Yamaguchi…

It was Tsuki.

He's been the one filing in for you, the one picking up after you. The one who kept pushing you to just talk to the team from a distance, he was looking out for you. The one that's been trying to reach out in his own way, you feel so stupid. Running away while your…

Your…

Your...

Own boyfriend looks out for you even when you unfairly pushed him away.

Your eyes glaze over and your breathing interchanges between short huffs and long shaky sighs. Feeling like you owe so much to him, keeping you afloat in an ocean of your own solitude. Step by step, you make your way over. Speeding up the closer you got.

Reaching him, you immediately press your face into his back. Arms wrapping around his waist, grabbing at the fabric of his school uniform to keep yourself in place. You can feel him tense, before slowly relaxing and going back to his cleaning. The guilt eating up at you even more, you clench your fists around his uniform, trembling in your place. Your lip trembles slightly, making your words sound even more pathetic than they already are.

"I'm…I-I'm so-so-...so-sor—ry—!" You sob, voice breaking off the same way you are. No words could express the mix of relief and remorse you feel, relief to be able to express your true feelings and remorse for your actions that didn't. Your eyes fill with tears that linger at their edge, waiting for a push to get them down.

"You better be, do you know how much they miss you? Those idiots won't stop asking me about you" Kei's words striking right through your heart, the coil no longer tight. Your tears finally fall as your cries get louder. You press your face further into your boyfriend's back for comfort, letting out all the pent up feelings you've harbored the past week.

"I…I just f-felt like—like I wa-was u-useless!" You whimper, sobs reduced to short intakes of air between big breaths.

"Idiot…" Turning to face you fully, Kei's hand settles itself on the top of your head, sliding down to the back. Pushing you further into an embrace of his own, refusing to look at you. One hand on the back of your head, the other fiddling with his headphone wires.

All that you've done, the distance you tried to make, it all came tumbling down. All at once. It was never supposed to take hold of you the way it did, so all you needed was something to justify ending it. Kei, is that something.

"It's just tha-that—Yachi is such-such a good mana–ger…be-better than me…" The words flow out before you could stop them, a confession to your actions. Hearing it out loud, you truly realize how weak your reasons are. It just shows how little it took to have you questioning your worth as a member of the team, laid out in front of the both of you.　

"..." His silence causes you to meekly look up at him, afraid of what he might think. Kei was always good at keeping a neutral face, never making it easy for you to know what he's thinking.

"I don't want to stop being your guys' manager…" You lower your head, voice a whisper, lip still quivering slightly.

"Then don't, no one's telling you to quit"

Huh.

"But—" You quickly look back up at him.

"But nothing, Yachi's great and all but when will we ever get another clutz like you who pays for my drink?" He has a smug look on his face after saying that, eyes filled with nothing but mischief.

You say nothing, words stuck in your throat. Still staring at his stupid smile, he's probably so proud of himself for that. But, you knew he said that to cheer you up. Something to keep you out of your own head, and it's working.

"Way to ruin the moment…" You mumble, "Could've been a bit more dramatic" A soft smile takes over your expression, already feeling much more relieved than before.

"You can do that by yourself," Kei retorts, looking at you from the corner of his eye.

"But you'd still do it with me" Your smile grows, eyes filled with adoration for the pretty face in front of you. After being alone for the better part of a week, it was nice to finally talk again. Even if you had so much making up to do, to everyone in the team, maybe you could start with the one who still held you close.

"Oh? You sound so sure of yourself for someone who's been running away from me" Eyebrow raised in faux skepticism, waiting for your answer.

"I promise I'll make it up to you first" You tell him, before burying your face back into his front, basking in his familiar scent and warmth where you feel most at ease.

"You better"

And you will. To all of them.

Walking home from school during sunset is a special kind of rare to you, barely anyone on the streets. Your newfound goal for the following week, circling in your mind. Beside you was Kei, matching your pace with long strides contrasting your own smaller steps.

"Kei…Do you want to stop by Paprika heaven?" You suddenly ask.

"Paprika heaven? Really?" Kei is not convinced you're being serious, you can practically sense that raised brow.

"It's a cafe! I know the name isn't the sweetest sounding but trust me on this!" You insist, letting out an exasperated huff.

"Shouldn't it be closed?" He questions further, still doubtful.

"It closes at 9, I checked" You proudly exclaim, crossing your arms with a content look on your face.

Kei rolls his eyes at your antics, "Alright, I yield" he raises his hands in surrender, yet a smirk still makes its way onto his face, "But you're paying"

You freeze, realizing that he's right. You are going to pay for it, with your own money. Immediately, your figure deflates dramatically. Slouching forward with an exaggerated groan.

"Right…" Your wallet will never forgive you. But not because Paprika Heaven was too expensive, a piece of your soul just dies whenever you take out a remotely large amount of money from your wallet.

This apparently amuses your boyfriend because he starts laughing, so much so that his shoulders move in time with each laugh. He turns to look at your stunned figure, which only entertains him more. Hearing his mocking laughter, it shakes you out of your stupor. Irritation starts to take hold of you, wanting him to stop laughing at your obvious misery.

"Wha—?! Stop laughing!" Your fists make contact with your boyfriend's chest, repeatedly hitting him to get him to shut.

"I'm serious! I might become poor after this!"

"That's your own fault" In between laughs, Kei is still able to call you out. Seriously, can't he take this seriously?

After a while he calms down, wiping a single tear from his eye. You also calm down, arms tired from the repeated attacks on your boyfriend. Leaning your forehead on his chest to rest, eyes closing on their own from the change in atmosphere. Kei only stands proud, hands in his pockets and a grin spread across his face in content.

Comfortable silence wash over you, the sun still peeking just beyond the horizon, lighting up the road just enough for you to see the way ahead. It's way too late for a bunch of high school students to be out, let alone ones who plan on staying out. But that doesn't matter, you can take the worried lectures from your parents later. Right now, you want to make up for lost time.

"Kei—," You raise your head to face him, taking a deep breath,

"Thank you" A closed eyed smile appears on your face, "For still putting up with me"

"...Whatever" He looks away from you, eyes gazing over the road in front of you.

But no matter how much he tries to hide it,

You can still see that small genuine smile on his face.

[tootiredtocares-blog]

Jimmy x timmy is an inherently tragic ship when you think about it

[frogwithgun]

Guyssssssssss the demons are possessing me againnnnnnnn

So that means more modern satosugu!

Enjoyyyyy

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When we last left off Geto and Gojo seemed to have gotten into an altercation. And it was a big one.

"You stupid prick! How could you?!" Geto slams his hands down onto the desk and stands up. His body shaking with barely controlled anger. Gojo, in his defense, tried to desclate the situation as much as he could.

And it didn't exactly work.

"No I just meant that I could never because they're a waste of time!" Just what are they talking about? To answer that we'll have to go back a couple of hours.

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Gojo rushed around the building. Geto was coming over because he so nicely, demanded, asked that Nanami bring him over to 'introduce him to the company'.

If you ask me that's a load of shit.

"Ijichi! Everything is perfect right?" The man nodded. Gojo, seeming pleased, stopped fussing over all his workers so much. "Now everyone," he said in a booming voice, "do not fuck this up for me!"

He'd do that on his own anyways.

When Geto finally did arrive Gojo swears he could hear wedding bells. He put on his most charming smile and walked over to Geto with a confident stride. "Finally made it. Get lost Nanamin?" The blondes eye twitched and so did his hand.

Ah how Gojo loved to piss him off. "Just teasing!" He slung an arm around Geto. "Suguru gets it, don't you?" God how was he so handsome? And how did he pull off all those piercings?

Geto chuckled and nodded. "I guess so Satoru." Gojo made a noise somewhere in the back of his throat and Geto laughed fully. And he thinks that if he were to die right then and there, he could die happy. Because he heard an angel laugh.

He clears his throat and offers his arm to Geto. Who looks confused for a moment before holding onto it. To lead him around the building of course. Not so that he could show off his biceps. Certainly not.

Geto looks around the building in awe. The entire place looks like how he imagined it would. But somehow even more lavish. The idea of eyes were incorporated into as many things as they could be. He found it odd but it was Six Eyes Inc..

They were known for, unusual, business practices.

"Like it here?" Geto snaps out of his daze and nods. "Yes. It's a very beautiful building." And the lobby is the size of my apartment. Though he kept that last thought to himself.

Gojo smiled. His signature sunglasses were not on. For once it seemed he had decided not to wear them. "Well thank you. My father owned it. And his father before that. You get it, right?" Geto nodded.

It was only one of the most famous company's in the world. It's not like all information, and scandals, could be found just by typing 'Six' into a search engine. Definitely not.

They moved through the floors. Touring break rooms, offices, lunch rooms, meeting rooms, bathrooms, and even his office. Which no one was allowed in. To say that it was a shock to everyone working there would be an understatement.

And honestly Geto was over the moon. He never thought he'd get an opportunity like this. But now that he had, he was definitely going to make the most of it.

Gojo on the other hand was hoping, praying, everything went well. He couldn't mess this up now! Not after he spent so long dreaming about Geto. He couldn't mess this up.

Unfortunately, he did.

"Wait, you have daughters?" Gojo asked with a raise of his brow. Geto nodded happily. "Yes. Twins actually. Nanako and Mimiko. They are my entire world." Gojo snorted and Geto furrowed his brows. What is he laughing at?

Gojo shook his head and held his hand up. "You're hilarious! God you really are patient." Look, Gojo has been known to be arrogant. But never, and I mean never, has Geto ever heard him this arrogant.

Getos hands balled into fists and he willed himself not to leap across the table. Oh how he wanted to. But he stopped himself. Barely. "What do you mean by that?" Gojo smiled and shrugged. "They're a waste." Oh. Oh hell no.

And that is how we got here!

Geto gets up and leaves the office in a huff. Slamming the door shut behind him so hard it made everyone jump. Even Gojo jumped. Ijichi walked to Geto. Trying to keep the fear out of his voice. "S-sir? Where are you going? Did something happen?" Geto turns to look at him.

"Something happened alright. Your boss is a stupid prick. I am never coming back here again. He said my daughters were a waste! Can you believe it?" He tossed a hand up and sighs. "Have a good day."

Nanami nods and then looks to Gojo. "Of all things you could have said, really?" Gojo on the other hand sat at his desk with the most confused look on his face. "What just happened?" Nanami took his glasses off and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I need a drink."

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Geto tried to be polite to everyone else he saw. He really did. But there was only so much he could do. "Fuck off. I don't want to join your fucking cult. Yeah I know its a cult." He slammed the door to his apartment shut again and sighed.

That went just amazingly.

I should have know he would be an arrogant dick. Geto thought to himself as he settled into the couch. But why does he have to be so damn good looking? Can't he just be ugly? Like his dad?

The thought was enough to take his mind off things. For the time being anyways. It wasn't like they actually knew each other that well.

So why did he still feel like this was a betrayal? "Dad?" Called Mimiko. Nanako following closely behind. "How was work?" Geto grumbled and flopped face first onto the couch. "That bad?" Nanako asked. Geto nodded. "What happened?"

Geto sighed. "Don't worry about it." The girls couldn't help but feel like maybe they should worry about it. But they decided not to press on. Instead they sat in front of the couch with their dad.

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"You called them a waste!" Nanami said. His head in his hands. "Why would you do that?! You were laughing and talking together. He even seemed to like you for some reason! But you had to mess it up!"

Gojo had his arms crossed. A pout on his lips. "I didn't think he would be so mad." "Of course he would be mad!" Nanamis voice was booming and angry. "I'd be mad! You know I have my sons!"

How could Gojo forget? It was the only thing Nanami seemed to smiled about. "Well what was I supposed to say? Congrats on being a single father?" Nanamis eye twitched and he sighed.

"You are unbelievable." He mutters. "Do I still have a chance though?" Nanami sighs.

"It's not very likely."

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Part three is finally out! I don't know how long this will go on but I do think that it will take a while lol.

In between parts I will still post my smaller SatoSugu stories.

Thank you so much for reading. Take care of yourself and as always love you! 💚

[fluffs-n-stuffs]

Yessir,,,,,, , , 👁️👁️

[a-world-with0ut-dr34ms]

I'm about to write a Soap x Civilian!Reader One Shot just because. I drew this at 1am and thought a little drabble might go nice with it. Give or take my attention span, it's coming :3

[spiderin-space]

Fluff to cure the soul, in the face of oncoming angst….

[sonysakura]

Angsty Sonadow Drabble #12

*le gasp* But wait! This isn't angsty?? A friend mentioned how a bunch of these are not strictly angsty because the hurt is in the past, and it made me think...

So this is an alternate continuation to Angsty Sonadow Drabble #5 but now the good ending!

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fluff, hurt/comfort + Soulmate AU

“Have you noticed,” Shadow calls out from the bathroom, “how much my stripes faded?”

Sonic pokes his head in, watching Shadow slide his hand through orange-tinged spines, and skips over to him, looking into the mirror as well.

“A while ago! What about it?”

“Should I dye them? Will a regular dye even work with synthetics...?” the hedgehog frowns, and Sonic leans on him, humming.

“It isn’t unnatural for hedgehogs to go copper with age,” he says, pauses and snickers. “Old-timer.”

In reply Shadow simply steps back before catching and dipping Sonic, who has lost balance, with a flirtatious smirk.

“You sure?”

And Sonic can’t help but laugh, raising his hands to mess up Shadow’s meticulously styled spines. In the back of his mind, he wonders if his dead soulmate would have sprouted copper spines in his old age, and the phantom pain where his numbers were feels almost comforting.

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Read the whole collection on Ao3.

[astro-b-o-y-d]

As much as I don't like the ship, I do appreciate anyone who does and fully explores how messy those two are together. Like,,,,,if you're going to ship it, that feels necessary. Otherwise it's like. What's even the point???

[grimst4rs]

"do we still love each other?" james asked, and it felt like the answer he might receive would crush him. he and lily were lying in bed next to each other, and he had just come home from a mission, bloody and bruised and, despite he would never admit it, barely alive.

ever since he had found out that lily would have their child, he had taken as many missions as possible in order to protect her, in order to shelter them from what could happen.

however, there was no way he could hide the ache in his heart. they had seen each other less and less the past days, days when they hadn't seen each other at all. it wasn't that james didn't love lily anymore; he did, and his heart was heavy with the love he carried for her. what about the way she felt, though?

"of course, james," lily whispered, and he knew she was sure of it; he knew it was the truth.

[revasserium]

requests are open (but slow); send me a prompt and a character

the trick and the trade

azul ashengrotto; 2,176 words; angst, one-sided love, i make some assumptions on how reader/yuu gets back to their world towards the end that's prob not gonna be "canon compliant" but whatever lol

one. the first time he hears your voice, he thinks he’s never wanted to steal something so much — to take it in his hands, to have it for himself. the first time he hears your voice, he wants to drown in it, and it’s a strange thing — for someone like him to wish for a drowning. the first time he hears your voice, he thinks he finally understands why sailors might toss themselves into the heartbreak sea for just one more note of that deathly siren song —

the first time he hears your voice, it’s in the courtyard, after lunch, in the heart of summer when it’s much too hot to sit inside and still too hot to sit outside, but at least out here, there might be the hint of a breeze to ease the thick, oppressive heat, and he thinks that your voice sounds like jumping into a pool or a lake or maybe diving headfirst into an entire ocean on a day like this — a day that is too much air and sun and not enough water —

he lets himself sink into it; he lets himself breathe.

later, in alchemy class, he almost musters up the courage to talk to you but he doesn’t. because you’re laughing with ace and deuce is leaning over to frown at something in your cauldron before reaching over to point at a line in a textbook and the way his arm brushes yours makes azul’s chest feel tight in ways he does not have words to describe.

“ne… whatcha staring at that little starfish for?” floyd’s voice is silken by azul’s ear, and even after all this time, it still catches him off guard.

“what? i — i’m not — i’ve no idea what you’re talking about.” azul adjusts his glasses and looks back down at his own cauldron, which is simmering in the precise shade of light blue that the textbook had described.

“hmmm…” jade’s grin is nothing short of predatory as he cocks his head, his eyes slingshotting from azul’s face to the trio across the room, blissful and oblivious and azul thinks that perhaps he needs to expand his friend group if these are his two best friends.

he adjusts his glasses and clear his throat before throwing himself back into the assignment, blatantly ignoring jade’s and floyd’s pointed jibes for the entire rest of alchemy class.

two. his luck runs out quick, however, and the next day, he finds himself paired up with you in flying class, with professor vargas blowing out your ears over “hover time” and “flying formations”. but you flash him a bright grin as you shuffle over with your broomstick, looking a little embarrassed.

“hi — sorry about this,” you say, motioning to the broom and then the space between you both.

azul blinks, uncomprehending, before he realizes what you mean. ah, but of course, you can’t do magic, and flying class is one of the few places that magic is absolutely necessary. still, he can’t help the heat that washes into his cheeks as he makes a point to sigh, shaking his head as nonchalantly as he can.

“don’t worry,” he finds himself saying, “i’ve got enough magic for the both of us.”

you laugh then, and it’s a beautiful sound. and azul has to bite his lips to stop himself from asking if you’d be willing to trade it for something — anything that you wanted, really, because he’d be willing to make that trade. for the slightest bit of your voice, your laughter, the sound of it enchanting, the kind of magic that he has no name for, something as ancient as the flow of time or the gravity of the universe.

“great! then… i’ll be in your care,” you bow your head and azul feels his heart stumble in his chest. silently, he thanks the sea witch that he’s not in his octopus form because he’s certain he would’ve made a fool of himself by spilling in all over the place, but here on land, it’s much easier to keep a hold on himself.

and hold onto himself he does, because the next moment, you’re climbing onto the broom behind him and wrapping your arms around his middle.

“be sure to hold on tight!” professor vargas winks at you both, rather comically, from the edge of the field.

you let out another breathy laugh, much too close to his ear, sending shivers skittering up his spine as you gently hook your chin over his shoulder.

“don’t let me fall,” you say, and though your voice is teasing, he can feel it in the way you press yourself to him, in the way you grip him just a little bit too tight. because right, he thinks, there’s no way you’re not afraid. after all, your world doesn’t have magic, so flying must seem just as terrifying to you as he does to him.

and he’s never been great shakes at flying because creatures of the sea just aren’t meant to be up in the air like that but here and now, he finds himself bending over his broomstick, more determined than he’s ever been.

“scared?” you ask, your voice just another facet of the wind as he braces himself and takes a deep, steadying breath.

he chuckles, glancing over his shoulder at you with a smile that he hopes is somewhat reassuring.

“terrified,” he admits, “i — i’ve never been great at this.”

you shift your arms and hold him all the tighter.

“it’s okay, we’ll figure it out together.”

three. he invites you to the mostro lounge a week later, feeling more out of his depths than he’s ever felt in his own damn dorm, and the stupid eel twins are enjoying this way too much but —

azul sits, readjusting his glasses for the umpteenth time.

“it’s just a — a friendly drink! nothing more — nothing less.”

“ah… but i bet you’d like it to be more than that, hm?” floyd asks, grinning wide enough to split his cheeks, his eyes glimmering beneath a the rim of his hat like sunken treasure. jade is standing a bit further off, but looking no less smug and intrigued.

“to borrow floyd’s words… couldn’t you just… give her a squeeze?”

azul shoots them both a half-hearted glare.

“no! i can’t j-just give them a squeeze — it’s highly inappropriate to participate i-in that kind behavior without consulting the other party and —“

“hehhhh? but i mean… don’t you just want her voice in a bottle?” floyd asks, cocking his head to one side.

“or perhaps… a seashell?” jade adds, cocking his head to the other.

azul sputters as he looks between the two before deflating.

“w-well yes, but… i… i like it’s current vessel just as well. no… no reason to remove it from — and it’s not like i can give them magic… even the dark mirror said it couldn’t sense any magic from them so i doubt anything i could do would —“

“but there’s gotta be something else they want, right? maybe… we can help them find a way to go home?” jade offers, ever the sane entity.

azul scowls even harder, “hm… but if they were to leave then their voice would go with them… no?”

“heh…. not if you take it first…” floyd drapes himself across one of the plush loveseats in azul’s office even as azul heaves a deep sigh.

“no — no, i — i simply invited them because i thought they’d enjoy having a drink at our esteemed mostro lounge. their — their time here is limited, so i wanted to give them some good memories to bring with them when they…” but even as he trails off, he can taste the truth in his own words, bittersweet as they are.

“uwahhhh… you’re getting sentimental in your old age, dormleader,” floyd says, exchanging a look with his twin brother that is more weighted than either of them would like to admit.

“oh shut up and just come help me prepare for opening,” azul snaps, standing up and making for the door. the twins heave a single collective sigh before following after him, wondering just how difficult this is all going to be.

four. months later, when you do finally find a way home, azul is there to see you off. you’d grown closer since your first ever flying lesson together, and you’d spent many a night in the mostro lounge, chatting over drinks and snacks, bickering over theories about all the different universes that might be out there, all the different worlds that might exist — the ones with magic and the ones without.

why, you might actually consider him a friend now.

“i’m… really gonna miss you guys,” you say, looking around at everyone gathered around you in the entrance hall, your bag over your shoulder, grim trying to stifle his cries in ace’s pantleg. even malleus has shown up, towering above everyone else, keeping quiet but his presence felt nevertheless.

“we’ll miss you too,” deuce says, reaching out to pull you in for a long hug, followed by ace.

headmaster crowley gives you a wide, almost animatic sort of grin, his bird’s mask firm as ever, “please, my dear prefect, feel free to come back and visit any time. because i’m nothing if not magnanimous, you see. i shall allow it, nay — even recommend it! your presence has been integral to the growth of our students here at night raven college and —“

“thanks, headmaster, i’ll take you up on that,” you say, cutting him off before he can really get started, and eventually, azul find himself facing you, your smile so close and yet much too far away.

“it was really nice hanging out with you and the twins… tell them i say bye, okay?”

“of course! i’ll pass on your tidings. they wished to be here, but someone must look after the lounge — you understand.”

you laugh, nodding, “of course i do.”

azul allows himself a soft smile as you pull him into a hug, holding him for a beat longer than everyone else before letting him go. he tries his best to remind his body that he does indeed know how to breathe on land, because for a moment, he was afraid he might’ve forgotten.

“alright, i’ll see you all… when i see you!” you say, giving everyone one last wave before stepping through the glowing mirror propped up on a classroom chair. for a moment, the entire room is filled with a blinding light, and then — just like that — you’re gone.

five. that night, azul makes his way back to his own dorm in a strange kind of haze, the campus of night raven college somehow a strange, and unfamiliar landscape, the shape and scope of it changed by your absence.

in his office, he digs out a tiny silver shell held on a length of silk; he stares at it for four seconds before flipping it open. from inside, echoes out the looped sound of your faint laughter, and then the sound of ace’s voice, and then grim’s.

“ah… what did you give them for that little trinket, hm?” floyd asks, leaning over the length of the desk to peer at the shell in azul’s hand.

azul laughs, a soft, sad, hollow sort of sound, shaking his head.

“nothing. they… they gave it to me as a holiday gift…”

“hm… how generous of them,” jade muses, materializing on his other side.

“i — i don’t even know how they — well, one of them must’ve gotten idia to help them or something but…” azul opens the shell again; your voice rings out, laughing, laughing, laughing…

“ne… can i ask you something personal?” floyd says, blinking slowly at azul from over the table, no longer smiling.

azul shrugs, “i suppose. what do you want to know?”

“if you could trade something to get the back… what would you give?”

at this, azul looks up, and there’s something so deep and dark in the depths of his eyes that neither of the twins dares to say a single word. they’ve seen enough darkness from the unrelenting sea to know heartbreak when it’s laid at their feet.

azul bites his lips before looking away, clapping the shell shut in their palm, squeezing it tight, so tight that for a moment, they all think it’s going to break.

but then, azul just sighs, letting his head drop as he opens up the shell again to let your voice ring out through the room.

“i’d give… anything,” he says, swallowing hard.

“i’d give… everything."