#but idk…. is it really that serious? not to me.

[parkerluvsu]

can u write something about art and reader having high sex 😛😛😛🙏🏻🙏🏻 like idk just like a chill night at the dorm at stanford or something where they smoke a couple blunts and grind on each other idk!!!!!!!!!!!

MOONLIGHT (art donaldson x fem! reader)

sometimes you felt like a bad influence on art.. he wouldn't let anything that wasn't on his pre-planned diet touch his lips before he met you. but from the first puff of your joint under the bleachers of the tennis court, he was hooked. not just on the woozy feeling he got when he took too long of a hit, but on the feeling of having you around him.

the more you two hung out, the more art associated the feeling of his head in the clouds, not with the large puffs of smoke drifting around his room, but you the feeling of you sitting next to him, your legs draped over his. art feels guilty, if he got caught, he'd absolutely get thrown out of the tennis program, and probably never be able to attend a good school again, but on the other hand.. your sweet giggles as you blow smoke into his face gave made him forget all the consequences if he got caught.

the problem with you (and it's not even really a problem to art.. he thinks you're perfect) is you like things casual. sure you've made out with art in a haze of smoke, maybe grinded a bit over his jeans in the back of his overly clean jeep, and he can't even count the times that you've texted him "you up?" at 2am, but he's never been your "boyfriend".

art knows it would be hard to have a serious conversation with you without the guise of just coming over to smoke, so he shoots you a text.

art: hey can i come over? need to relax :)

the buzz of your phone from the desk beside you steals your attention from your math homework, a welcome distraction. you text him back quickly, eager to have an excuse to smoke.

an eager knock on your door comes only minutes later, arts face a mixture of nerves and excitement, like a kid sneaking candy from their parents. art looks as cute as ever in his wrinkled stanford shirt and his checkered shorts, hair tussled from a night at practice. "cmon in artie" his cheeks blush at the nickname as he enters your dorm, making himself comfortable in the cozy chair in the corner. you pull out the box of paraphernalia from under your bed, flower stickers peeling off of the box from overuse. you tilt your head to the side, looking at arts body language, his constant shifting telling you he's trying to seem calm but he really isn't. "what do you wanna smoke?" you ask him, knowing what his answer will be before he even opens his mouth, "whatever you want".

that seems to be arts answer for anything, "whatever you want", sometimes you think if you walked off the edge of a cliff he'd do the same. art was one of those people who followed everything you did, the way you sat, the way you talked, and even your vocabulary, he would shift to be more similar to you. even when he smoked for the very first time, he watched you inhale so deep and hold it in before blowing a large cloud of smoke into the air, he tried to do the same.. but ended up greening out and throwing up in the trashcan next to the tennis courts. the truth is, art would do that all over again if it meant even one more second with you, and he knew it was clingy and definitely too dependent for the casual situation you were in.. but he can't help himself.

me: sure, come over anytime

art is a lightweight in every sense of the word, whenever Patrick would take him to a frat party to get totally wasted, all it took was one red solo cup full of beer to have art stumbling over his own feet. It was the same with weed, it only took one hit for art to start slurring his words, his body pretty much melting into any surface near him. currently, it's the cozy chair in the corner of your room, but you can see his eyes drifting towards the cozy blankets on you bed. "art, you know you can go sit on my bed right?" his eyes widen and he shuffles over, flopping down on the bed in such a way that would make sober-him flush with embarrassment. you giggle as he wraps himself in the blankets, his head lolling onto the pillow. art blearily watches you come sit on the bed too, leaning against the wall for support. the sight of him tangled up in your blankets reminds you of previous late nights spent together, causing a flutter in your stomach that you're a little ashamed of. art leans over to give you the joint back, your fingers brushing together softly. "y'know you look super pretty right now" art says, "n-not that you don't always look pretty but like.. right now especially" he revises his statement, he's always such a people pleaser. you laugh, taking a long hit from the joint before giving him a wide smile. "thanks artie, you're pretty too" you reply, knowing he likes being called pretty, even though he'd absolutely never say it, the way his ears go red gives him away every time.

as the night goes on, and your shared joint turns into a stub, you find yourself closer to art than you thought you were, your sides pressed up against each other as you lay on your backs, staring up at your ceiling. the boring white paint suddenly seeming very interesting until you felt movement beside you, art was tuning on his side and leaning his face on his hand. you blink, "what are you looking at?" glancing at arts eyes that were fixed on your face. "you" art says simply, causing you to shake your head and laugh. "i know that art.. but why?" you ask, pressing for an answer from him. "dunno.. just your face is nice" he says, his face dropping into your shoulder. arts breath was hot against your neck, making you almost want to pull away, but you'd never do that, enjoying the weight of him against you. arts breathing rate increases against your neck and you wonder why until you feel a pressure against your thigh. "art.." he hums in response, only focused on the small sharp movements of his hips. you know how quickly he shifts from being all innocent and sweet to taking what he needs.

you're such a sucker for art, especially when he's high and he can't hide his feelings like he usually does. you shift your leg to the side to help him, inciting an immediate response of his eyes fluttering shut against your shoulder, his eyelashes tickling you gently. the position that you maneuvered into allowed arts leg to slot between yours as well, letting you slowly rock your hips against his leg, the feeling of his bare skin only making you feel more pleasure. before you know it, art is pressing hot kisses into your neck and your arms are wrapped loosely around his neck. "mmmmmfuck" art groans against your neck, even though he's feeling less woozy than earlier, he's still sensitive, just the feeling of grinding against you having him teetering on the edge. suddenly, you feel his hips stutter and a dampness cover the front of his shorts. art holds his breath for a second before his whole body goes limp against you, his fingers not clenching the sheets anymore.

a comfortable silence falls between you, before art breaks it with his soft voice. "can we go again? 'm sorry i just.. i need you" he whines out, still not showing his face. you giggle softly and nod, lifting up your hips to pull off your pajama pants and panties, art doing the same with his shorts and boxers. "how do you want me?" you ask, sending a flutter of butterflies into arts stomach because of the sense of control you're giving him. art thinks for a second, "can you turn around..? please" he asks, a bit of hesitancy in his voice. you nod, turning to face the wall next to your bed, your back facing art. his gentle hands maneuver your legs into a position that's easy for him to slip into you. he does so slowly, more for your sake than his, he thinks if he pushed inside of you too fast he would surely cum prematurely (not like it hasn't happened before).

you feel art shiver against you, his hips pausing when he enters your fully, his balls resting snugly against your ass. art could truly stay like this forever, if he had the patience and resolve.. but he doesn't, his hips snap into yours quickly, the overstimulation getting to him. he wraps his arms around your stomach, holding you close to him, his head yet again smushed into the crook of your neck. every thrust he gives you feels like it's punching the air out of you, art isn't even pulling all the way out anymore, just humping his hips into you the best he can. even in his delicate headspace, art still wants to please you first, his fingers making their way down your stomach before rubbing messily at your clit, his fingers catching on your nub every few circles, causing you to tighten up around him. art is close, you can always tell by how his voice shifts from more coherent to just straight up blabbering, "mgh.. god.. 's so warm.. you're so warm.." "it feels s' good.. it's feels good to you too right?" "gotta be closer to you.. wan' be closer to you" but you snap to attention when he moans against you, "please be m' girlfriend please.. i wan' you to be mine.." you're sure art has no idea what he's saying until he repeats himself, almost sounding like he's about to cry. you nod quickly, "y-yeah artie okay.. ill be your girlfriend.." now you swear he actually sobs, his hips making one last deep thrust before you feel him fill you up, the sensation sending you over the edge right after him.

art stays inside of you for a minute, dating his breath before pulling out, grabbing a tissue and helping you clean up. when you open your eyes, arts looking up at you with his signature puppy dog eyes. "um.. did you mean what you said?" he asks quietly, his head bowing down quickly, as if he didn't want to see your reaction. you think back to your agreement, sure it was in the heat of the moment, but would it really be such a bad idea to say yes? you pause, and arts head droops even lower, expecting the worst. "art you know ive purposely been keeping this casual.. but i.. i trust you now artie, i do want this to be serious" you reach out for his hand, squeezing it gently. arts face lights up like a kid getting the one present they wanted for christmas as he quickly hugs you. "thank you.. thanks, you won't regret it i swear" you smile, pulling the blankets over the both of you, snuggling into arts chest as you admire the beautiful rays of moonlight streaming into your bedroom.

art is easily entranced by the quick movements of your fingers as you roll a joint, it sounds silly but he's always admired the fact that you didn't buy pre-rolls, preferring to be more independent. you lick the paper to get it to stick shut (and art is grateful you were too focused on that to see the way his eyes widened when you did) and root around your drawer for your lighter, a stupid pink one decorated with hello kitty that you got for your birthday. art couldn't help but find it endearing, the way you were so independent and "too cool" for a real relationship, but you still kept all the things that people gave to you, even if they weren't to your taste. the click of your lighter snapped art out of his observations, the light from the tiny flame illuminating your face in a way that made art want to take a picture, the fluttering flame casting an orange glow onto your skin. the strong smell of the joint caused art to become a little lightheaded even though he hasn’t even taken a hit yet, his fingers grabbing the joint from you after a couple failed tries that make you laugh, the soft giggles a soundtrack for the night.

[aurumalatus]

𝐩𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬!𝐚𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝟏

pairing. kinich x fem!reader

genre/warnings. pixelprincess!au (princess!reader x knight!kinich), reposted for formatting lol

summary. a series of random headcanons from the universe! part 1 of many because i have lots of thoughts about these two

author's note. feel free to come scream about some more headcanons with me <3 enjoy!

𝐩𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬!𝐚𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

kinich and the princess have known about each other for a long time, but it’s only recently that they’ve really talked a lot and become close (since kinich became your guard)

kinich is a bit more open in this universe because although he grew up an orphan, he was recruited into the guard earlier and taken care of by his fellow trainees and the castle staff. he’s still pretty serious and deadpan at his core but he has a bit of silly in him too 

the maids especially used to dote on him a lot. they would coo about how beautiful his eyes are and sneak him cakes and sweets from the kitchen

kinich and the princess actually had one key interaction when they were children that she doesn’t remember

the princess came down with a bad illness and had to stay in her room for about a week. kinich was assigned guard right outside her room, but she never saw him. still, they used to talk a lot during that week through her door, and she never quite figured out who her temporary friend was.

princess used to be *very* spoiled and she knows this. kinich is one of the only people who knocks her down a peg, and he also taught her how to do a lot of practical things (i.e. cleaning, cooking, weaving) 

kinich takes his shirt off by grabbing the back of his collar and pulling it over his head (idk if i’m describing this well, but the image in my head is INSANE). 

once they actually get together, kinich is the type to kiss the princess’s tears away when she cries (i’m going to scream)

kinich secretly has always known he loved the princess in some capacity, maybe since the day he was inducted as her guard (he looked up into her eyes, knelt before her, and felt something burst in his chest). he doesn’t feel like he deserves her love in return and feels so committed to his duty that he won’t do anything about it.

kinich isn’t afraid of dying, but he’s afraid of leaving the princess alone. it’s the reason why he insists on teaching her so many practical things like fighting—he doesn’t trust anyone else to protect her like he can.

there’s a yearly tournament among the guards (and any citizens that want to enter) that is held to win the royals’ favor. kinich is required to participate due to his position, but he tries a lot harder than he lets on—something about letting another guard win kind of irritates him. he wins your ribbon as a prize, a sign of your personal favor, and keeps it on him at all times. he claims it’s just to prove that you owe him.

kinich is a TERROR in the capital marketplace. sellers love him and hate him—he’s fair, but he barters like HELL. you, on the other hand, are any easy target. you will pay pretty much any price they name, and this irritates kinich greatly.

kinich is in charge of training newer recruits to the guard, and older members will warn them not to mention the princess in front of him. last time someone said something disrespectful about her, kinich had them running laps until the sun came up.

most mornings, kinich trains at sunrise. the princess will come out to join him sometimes, either to just lay down in the grass and talk, or to bring out a picnic

many princesses from other nations are attracted to kinich, but he does not return the sentiment—whenever one tries to talk to him, he acts extremely dry and boring on purpose until they lose interest.

kinich has a lot of piercings, but they're not always optimal to fight in—on days when he expects a battle, he wears a pair of studs that the princess gifted him

the castle maids have a running bet on how long it will take you and kinich to get married. sometimes they try to push it along by telling kinich you're looking for him when you aren't, just to pull the two of you together. the pot is over one million Mora, and at some point, the queen joins as well.

[sugrhigh]

BOY NEXT DOOR 10 - ( c.s )

part nine

summary- you and your roommates live beside a bunch of senior hockey players, one of them being the infamous team captain chris sturniolo. he’s effortlessly flirty and undeniably attractive, but he’s also a pain in your ass. you find that you have to fight between lust and hatred as you finally get to know the boy next door, whether you want to or not.

warnings- a little angsty, swearing, comfort as well i guess, idk??? nothing crazy

a/n: i liedddd i lied i’m splitting the last part in two bc this became a little longer than anticipated. i hope u are all doing fantastic and i stg i will get the rest of this story out if its the last thing i do LMFAO (next part will give u goblins what you’ve been waiting for hehehehe)

the knocks on your front door start at around six pm the following friday. it’s surprising, because it’s rare that anyone shows up unannounced, especially right before the weekend festivities.

in fact, the last time someone did that was when chris arrived on your front porch with a bouquet of flowers to ask you on a date. you try not to think about it too much as you descend the stairs, focusing on not tripping over your feet instead.

the knocking grows louder, making it clear that whoever is waiting is rather restless.

“i’m fucking coming!” you shout as you make it to the landing, closing the final distance and yanking the door open with a huff.

when you see who it is, you’re even more out of breath. ben and connor stand before you, concern written all over both of their faces. neither of them say anything; they just exchange sheepish glances with one another like they’re unsure where to begin.

“oh—uh…hey guys. what’s up?” you try not to sound too disoriented, even though you are.

“hey…sorry to barge over here like this, i’m sure we’re not really the people you want to be seeing right now.” connor starts, shoving his hands in his pockets as he speaks.

you stay silent, because he’s not really wrong. you know that they have nothing to do with the situation, and you refuse to take it out on them, but seeing chris’s friends is a painful reminder that he still exists.

even though each week becomes a tiny bit more bearable, that doesn’t mean you’re suddenly fine and back to normal.

ben clears his throat, taking over for his friend and cutting to the chase. “look, we really need your help. i swear we wouldn’t be bothering you if it wasn’t serious.”

your eyebrows furrow further, and you’re somehow even more confused than you were when you opened the door. an anxious feeling settles in your stomach, like it’s only going to get worse from here.

“what is it?” you ask hesitantly, because you’re not sure you actually want the answer.

“it’s chris,” connor starts, eyes darting over to their house as he says it, “he’s…i don’t know, he’s just messed up. ever since things ended between the two of you he’s been completely out of it, and now he’s throwing hockey away too.”

you tilt your head to the side. “wait, what do you mean throwing it away?”

”the team confronted him after we lost on sunday and he didn’t want to hear it, so he walked away. we thought he was fronting, that he’d realize he was being an idiot, but he didn’t show up to any of our practices this week and coach is fuckin’ pissed. he won’t talk to us, or listen to anything we’re saying.” ben explains further, waving his hands around in aggravation as he speaks.

horror washes over you when you realize that they probably spoke to him about you, and that the whole team was in on it. you can feel your cheeks heating up in shame just thinking about how that conversation went, which makes you angry.

your voice comes out a lot sharper than intended when you respond. “no offense guys, but i’m not really sure what this has to do with me.”

“kind of, like, everything.” ben shoots back, though he immediately slaps a hand over his mouth once he realizes how he sounds.

connor rolls his eyes and elbows him in the hip, earning a muffled grunt. “what he means to say is that the only person that kid listens to is you. if he doesn’t snap out of it soon and go to the game tomorrow, he's gonna be kicked off the team for good. and as much as you’re on shitty terms, i don’t think you want to see him do that either.”

he’s spot on once again. you’re still hurt, but you can’t bring yourself to truly hate him. hearing that chris is taking this just as hard and is actively fucking up the rest of his career at the most critical time makes your heart feel like it’s suffocating.

you rub your eyes, letting out a long sigh as you begin to mentally prepare yourself for what you’re about to do.

“fine, i hear you, and i’ll talk to him. but i'm not making any promises beyond that.”

they both look so relieved that you actually feel kind of bad. you’re not sure if this is actually going to work, but they’ve clearly been stressing out over their friend for a while now.

you wonder if your own roommates feel the same way about you. they’re out together for happy hour after you insisted on staying home, still not in the mood to socialize. you’ve been trying not to burden them with the massive pressure you‘re feeling all of the time, but they’ve also known you for over three years now.

it’s hard to hide from the people that really know you, which chris clearly understands.

“thank you, seriously. we both owe you major, anything you want for real.” ben praises, hands pressed together as if he’s worshiping.

“yeah, we really appreciate you doing this. i’ve always known you were the best, but you somehow only get better.” connor smiles, a small glimmer of sadness in his eyes.

he straightens up after a moment, nodding over at their place as they begin to retreat. “ben and i are headed out to the bars, so if you’re not up to anything tonight, he’ll be in his room. front door’s open.”

you already feel like you’re floundering, but you nod at the two of them as if you’re just great anyways. what else can you do when you just made a vow to throw your healing out the window?

ben lingers for a moment, staying just close enough so that he can whisper under his breath. “for what it’s worth, you're the best thing that ever happened to chris. and i hope one day he can prove that he knows that too.”

you feel yourself tense up immediately. you have no idea how the hell you’re supposed to respond to that, so you don’t. he gives you a small wave as he finally turns, joining his friend so that they can make their way up the street.

you watch them until they’re gone, still frozen in place. the shock has finally kicked in, and you can’t move.

all you can think about is chris; having to look him in the face again, and listen to him say things to you that you know are going to twist the knife even deeper. it’ll probably undo all of what little progress you’ve made.

but you can’t let him mess everything else up too, not when you still love him so much. there are some things that are worth throwing yourself on the blade for, and this is one of them.

unfortunately or not, you’re going over there, and you’re going to shake some fucking sense into him like you always do.

even if it kills you in the process.

when chris hears the soft tapping on his door, he assumes it’s one of his roommates trying to persuade him off of his war path once again. he’s sprawled out in bed as if there’s not a care in the world, playing endless rounds of fortnite like he has been for the past week.

“i’m not interested in chatting.” he snaps, narrowing his irritated eyes at the tv screen in front of him.

it’s locked anyways, so they can’t get in regardless. and yet, despite this fact, the door swings open a moment later. chris is about to spiral into a complete rage until he actually looks over to see who it is.

you’re standing there with a bent paperclip in hand, a self-satisfied expression plastered on your face.

“so it actually does work, huh?”

for a second he thinks he’s hallucinating. there’s no way that you’re actually here, in his room, cracking a joke about the time that he broke in to talk to you. but he can smell your signature perfume in the air, which convinces him that this is in fact real life.

chris shoots up in bed, messing with his hair self-consciously. a furious blush is creeping up his face, because his room is a fucking disaster zone of clutter and it’s embarrassing. he wasn’t expecting anyone, especially not you.

“um—hi?” it’s more of a question than an actual greeting, even though he didn’t mean for it to come out that way.

“hi.” you reply awkwardly, eyes shifting around his room as you continue to stand in the doorway.

“you can, uh, sit. if you want.” chris stutters, moving his legs so that they’re hanging off his bed.

he straightens his comforter to make room for you, still red with shame about the mess. he has no idea why you’re here, he’s just praying that he doesn’t say anything that’ll scare you away. he wants this moment to last as long as it possibly can.

luckily enough, you actually do end up making your way over, settling on the very edge of his bed. you’re practically falling off it, trying to make sure that you keep as much distance between the two of you as possible. it breaks his heart, but he can’t say he doesn’t understand.

“i’m sure you’re confused, so i’ll just get right to it.” you start, picking at your fingernails so you don’t have to look at him.

the lump in his throat is growing by the second, but instead of showing that, he nods and attempts to choke it back down.

“your friends came over. they’re really worried about you, you know.” you continue carefully.

he barely contains an eye roll, opting to close them for a moment instead as he lets out a small breath. but he understands, seeing as he’s gone completely off the rails.

“i don’t know what to say to that.” chris replies honestly, since he’s apparently lost the ability to talk to you too.

“well, i guess you could start by telling me what the hell is going on, because you pretty much live and breathe for your team.” you’re putting it bluntly now, because you know it won’t get through to him if you don’t.

he rubs a hand over his face, trying to think of the right words. they’re not really there, but it’s been too long of a pause, and he needs to fucking speak like a normal person.

“i…my heart just isn’t in it. i’m playing like shit and it’s better if i don’t bring them down with me.”

you shake your head, completely astounded by the attitude that you’re hearing. “so you’re just going to turn your back now? when you’re weeks away from selection show and so close to a contract?”

he’s defeated; chris doesn’t know what else to do besides throw in the towel, and he also has no idea how to get you to understand that. his shoulders slump slightly as he stares at the floor.

“yeah, i guess i am.”

it’s silent for a moment, which makes him incredibly insecure. then you nudge him with your foot a little, forcing him to look over at you.

“listen, if you don’t want to play hockey anymore, that’s your decision at the end of the day. but i have to be honest with you before you do that.” you start off strong, facing him fully so that you can meet his eyes.

“the first time i ever came to your game, as someone that you actually invited, i saw you. i’d been to games before, but that night i was solely focused on you, as stupid and fucking embarrassing as that is to admit. you were electric out there, chris, and you’ve got so much talent it’s actually a bit ridiculous. i mean, you literally made me fall in love with hockey all over again,” your voice wobbles slightly—barely enough for him to notice—but it’s there.

your eyes are full of an emotion he can’t comprehend. maybe it’s because you’re feeling every single one of them, just like he is right now. he’s beginning to cry, and there’s nothing he can do to stop it.

“you’ve been putting in the work, and i know that you’d get an AHL contract from one team or another. you want it so bad it kills you, and you’re so damn close. i can’t let you give that away because of us.”

the words hit him hard, and even though his first instinct is to get defensive, there’s no point. you can read him like a book, and you know just as well as he does that his terrible performance has everything to do with your relationship.

slowly, he reaches for your hand. he can’t help it; being this close to you makes it feel like every single one of his nerves is on fire, and he has to actually feel you.

your fingers tangle together, resting on your leg. you’re stiff at first, but you relax into it as his thumb grazes your lower thigh in a calming pattern. it feels so natural, almost domestic, even after being apart for so long.

his other hand goes to your neck, pulling you forward so that your foreheads press together gently. you can smell him, feel his slightly callused palms, hear his soft breaths. it’s so overwhelming that the tears you’ve been shoving away spring to your eyes.

he knows he only gets one chance to say it, so he does.

“i love you. i love you so much that i can't focus on anything else, not with the way things are between us. and i am so, so sorry that i ever did that to you, or that i put myself in that situation in the first place. it was my own insecurity taking over, as much as that sucks to say, and it was pathetic. but i want to be with you, only you, and i always have. i mean, fuck, i’ve loved you since the moment you moved in next door, when you yelled at me out your window to put on a shirt that night.” chris chuckles slightly, sniffling a bit as he continues to brush his thumbs along your skin.

you can’t help but huff out a small laugh as well, thinking about that day. you were already frustrated after it took hours to build your dresser, and him teasing you was just the final nail in the coffin.

“the point is that i love you, and i’m sorry. i just needed you to hear me say it.” he breathes.

everything in him wants to lean in and close the rest of the space, because he misses his mouth on yours so much. teardrops roll down your cheeks slowly, and he can feel you shaking just a little bit in his grasp.

“i fucking love you too, chris, but i just…i just don’t know.” you sigh, biting down on your bottom lip hard to keep them from colliding with his.

you place a hand on his chest, pushing him away just a little bit to try and set a boundary. it’s almost worse, because now you can really see him, his face inches apart from yours.

his eyes dart down to your lips for too long, puffy from you gnawing on them, and he can feel himself slipping into that same trance he’s always in whenever he’s around you. especially after hearing those three words, whether you were cursing at him or not.

but he nods and lets his fingers fall from your neck, because he refuses to force this on you if you’re not ready. he still keeps a hold of your hand, though, for at least a little longer.

“i get it. i’ll fucking wait, i don’t care. if there’s any chance, i’d wait forever, do you understand that?”

you can’t meet his eyes as you push some of your hair over your shoulder. “i’m not sure that i do.”

“i can’t do this without you, and i don’t want to.” chris feels like he’s repeating himself, but he doesn’t care.

he squeezes your hand just a bit, and you use your free one to brush the tears from your cheeks. you finally meet his gaze again a moment later, eyes shining slightly. he can see the hesitation in them from a mile away.

“please, just come to the game tomorrow. i’ll swallow my pride and beg for forgiveness until coach lets me back on the team if you can do that for me.” he pleads, the faintest of ideas forming in the back of his mind.

you blow out another breath, but your body betrays you and you’re nodding your head before you can actually respond. he’s surprised by this, naturally.

but you knew the second the words came out of his mouth that you would say yes, so you verbalize that fact. “i’ll go. if you show up and play like you mean it, i’ll go.”

he feels himself laugh again instinctively, just because of how wrong he was. you’ll always have that fiery personality; it’s just you. he figured you’d eventually move on and find some really great guy, but he was pretty sure that he would always stay right here, dreaming of you.

“i’ll play like it’s the last game of my life, i promise.” he places his hand over his heart, knowing full well now that he’s going to put on a real show.

you pull your own from his so that you can stick your pinky out, forcing him to swear on it. you’re well aware that it’s silly, but you’ve always believed it was a little deeper than just saying it.

“pinky?” you challenge.

he smiles, linking his finger with yours without batting an eye. “pinky.”

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[moonpascal]

IN THE SHADOW OF MEMORY

CHAPTER FOUR I series masterlist I wc: 3.4k

WARNINGS:

hurt/angst, lonelines, lots of dialogue

AUTHORS NOTE:

thank you to @amiableness my love as always gave me the encouragement i need for these things!

sorry for the long wait! i played hogwarts legacy for the first time and got sucked in. but it did help me with visioning locations and everything. hopefully chapter four was worth the wait (idk feels like a filler lol)

The past few days had been agonizingly unproductive since you realized the extent of your memory loss—entire chunks of the last year and a half simply gone. 

Hermione, stubborn as ever, refused to tell you what you were missing, no matter how much you begged. You knew she was hiding something, and it frustrated you to no end. These were your memories, after all—you had every right to know what had been erased.

The memory that played in the great hall never left you. You couldn’t be sure if it was a fragment of what was lost or just your mind playing tricks on you. Either way, it felt personal, too personal to share with her without knowing for certain if it was real.

But every time you tried to push through and remember more, it was as if a wall slammed down in your mind, sending a jarring, almost painful shock that stopped you cold. Why had this happened to you? Was it an accident, or had someone targeted you? The questions were maddening.

Caught in a loop of pacing and rubbing your temples in frustration, you accidentally kicked your trunk, sending the pile of jumpers and a tie sprawling across the floor. Huffing in annoyance, you bent down to fold them again, ignoring the nagging sense of familiarity they stirred. You were too irritated, too overwhelmed to connect it.

Just as you finished folding the last item, Grace walked in, looking thoroughly exhausted.

“Tough class?” you asked, trying to shift your focus.

She let out a small, tired laugh as she dropped her bag at the foot of her bed. “I wish. Just boys not taking no for an answer,” she sighed.

You shot her a sympathetic look, knowing the feeling all too well. “Wouldn’t happen to be a certain Slytherin whose clothes I keep tripping over, would it?” you teased, holding up the pile.

Grace gave you a sharp, confused look for a moment, and you worried you’d said the wrong thing. But then she forced a smile. “Right! That’s… um, exactly why he’s upset, but he really shouldn’t have left his closet in our dorm,” she said, a nervous edge to her voice.

“Serves him right,” you laughed, before glancing at the clothes again. “But on a serious note, could you possibly return these to him? Or maybe I should just throw them out? They’re taking up space, and I keep knocking them over.”

“Oh,” Grace said, eyes widening like she’d just been reminded of something important. She grabbed the pile from you a bit too quickly. “Of course! I’ll do that right now.”

Before you could protest or tell her she didn’t need to rush, she was already out the door, leaving you standing there, even more confused than before.

In her hurried state, she might have noticed the pesky tie that slipped off again. 

You knew you needed to study and catch up on your missing assignments, but any excuse to procrastinate sounded more appealing. Weighing your options for a brief moment, you grabbed the tie and left the room, hoping to catch up with her.

Exiting your out of the common room and bounding down the stairs, you guessed Grace was heading toward the Slytherin area.

Hopefully, you could catch her but luck wasn’t on your side—she was on a mission, and you didn’t spot her once as you made your way through the castle.

The dungeons weren’t a place you frequented, so you were surprised when you managed to navigate there on your first try. 

Upon arriving, you saw Theo trudging down the steps, the pile of clothes in his arms. You faltered, a strange pang coursing through you for reasons you couldn’t explain.

You considered a quick escape, but Theo called your name before you had a chance to move.

“What are you doing down here?” he asked, a touch of surprise in his voice. You didn’t have any classes together today, so it was unexpected to see you. He shifted the clothes under his arm, stepping closer.

“I tried to catch Grace—she dropped this,” you awkwardly gestured to the tie in your hand, “but I guess I found the culprit.”

Theo’s eyes widened at the implication, his heart sinking a bit. “No, these aren’t mine,” he quickly corrected.

You shot him a skeptical look. “So, you and Grace aren’t... involved?” you asked, waving your hand in a vague motion.

Theo scrunched his face in disgust, shaking his head. “No, never. She’s just a friend. She gave these to me to return to one of the guys.”

“Right,” you said, though still not entirely convinced. “Well, make sure he gets his tie back, too.” You draped it over the pile in his arms.

“Right, of course. Thank you for bringing it,” Theo smiled, and any doubt you had about him lying slowly drifted away. You found yourself staring at him, that smile triggering a flash of a memory—the same one from before.

Could it have been real? Theo seemed different now, kinder than you remembered. And how had you never noticed how... easy on the eyes he was?

“Woah, Tesoro, are you okay?” Theo’s voice brought you out of your thoughts, and you realized he had a hand on your shoulder and another gently cupping your cheek. The clothes he’d been holding were forgotten on the ground. 

His face was so close to yours that you instinctively took a step back, but the absence of his touch left you yearning.

“I’m sorry, what?” you said, dazed and confused, not fully processing why he was asking.

“Your nose—it’s bleeding. Let’s get you to sit down,” he said urgently, grabbing the tie and guiding you to a nearby bench. You almost tripped from how sudden it was.

“I’m fine, really, Theodore,” you insisted, brushing it off. “This is probably the fourth one today.” The moment the words left your mouth, you regretted it.

“Fourth?” His tone grew tense, his eyes full of concern. “Are they accompanied by anything else? Headaches? Nausea? Fainting spells?” He inspected you, wiping the blood from your upper lip with the now-ruined tie.

You shrugged, trying to seem unbothered. “Not all the time. I don’t think it’s that serious.”

Theo, however, looked far from reassured. “That’s not normal,” he muttered your name, his worry etched deeply into his face.

“Theo, really, I’m fine. Just a little tired,” you tried to comfort him, but his expression barely softened. Hearing you use his name, though, seemed to snap him back. He pulled back slightly, still visibly rattled. 

“Right, sorry,” he stammered, dropping his hands from you as if your touch burned him. 

“I appreciate the concern, though,” you said, genuinely touched by how much he seemed to care. A stark contrast from the Theo you were used to. “Could we talk later? I have this thing that I can’t seem to figure out.” 

He blinked, seemingly taken aback by your suggestion. In truth, you were a bit surprised by it yourself.

“I have Quidditch practice tonight, but how about tomorrow?” he offered, a bit nervously.

“Perfect,” you grinned. “See you tomorrow then, Theodore.”

He smiled in return, and for a moment, you found yourself wanting to stay and just stare at him. Another part of you still hesitated, wary of his past actions and the memories you couldn’t access. But maybe he had the answers. 

You watched him walk away, a slight spring in his step as he bent to pick up the discarded clothes. He disappeared into the Slytherin common room, the snake door sliding shut. The sight surprisingly comforted you. 

You sat for a moment before finally rising from the bench and starting the walk back to your common room. Your mind was a tangled mix of questions, emotions, and fleeting familiarities that refused to come into focus. It felt like your brain was in overdrive, struggling to fill in blanks without knowing where to start.

The walk back to your dorm felt like a blur, your mind racing with thoughts of how to piece together the gaps in your memory. You needed answers, but the trio seemed determined to keep you out of the loop, offering vague reassurances that only deepened your frustration.

You hated the way they looked at you—like you were fragile, something to be handled with care. It made you feel small, like you weren’t capable of understanding your own situation. The growing silence around what was happening to you was suffocating, and your dorm had become the only place where you didn’t feel on edge.

As you spotted Harry ahead in the corridor, you sped up, determined to find a distraction from the overwhelming pressure of your missing memories. You bumped him lightly with your shoulder, forcing a smile. “Hey, stranger. Haven’t seen you in a while. Want to sneak off to Hogsmeade?”

Harry hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “Trouble, I would, really, but I’ve got Quidditch practice tonight.”

Your smile faltered, a flicker of confusion crossing your face. If Slytherin had practice, there was no way Gryffindor did too. The rivalry between the two houses was so intense they could barely play fair in an actual game, let alone share the pitch for practice. You opened your mouth to question him, but Harry quickly cut you off.

“Tomorrow, yeah? We can go then. It’s Saturday, so no sneaking required.” Giving you an awkward smile. 

“Right. Tomorrow.” You nodded, but the unease gnawed at you. First Theo, now Harry. The feeling of being lied to—it stung more than you wanted to admit. Harry never hid things from you before, and Theo—well, you didn’t know him well enough to judge, but it still hurt.

You turned away before Harry could say more, heading in the opposite of his direction- mind you was not towards the pitch. 

When you finally reached your dorm and shut the door behind you, the quiet hit you hard. Alone again, the weight of the past few days crashed down. You dropped onto your bed, letting out a shaky breath. The frustration, confusion, and hurt welled up, but you couldn’t bring yourself to cry. You just lay there, staring at the ceiling, feeling more isolated than ever.

No one was being honest with you. They were keeping you at arm’s length, treating you like you couldn’t handle the truth. You were left to fend for yourself, with only half the pieces to a puzzle that seemed impossible to solve. You felt pushed aside, only to be dealt with when it was convenient.

It hurt more than you wanted to admit, and the pity party you were throwing yourself was, for the moment, the only thing that felt comforting.

“Fridays, we’ll go to the Astronomy Tower at midnight. It’ll be our thing.”

The words jolted you awake. You blinked, disoriented, scanning the dark room. The moonlight filtered in softly, casting long shadows. You rubbed your eyes and looked around, hoping to find the source of the voice, but the room was silent. Your roommates’ curtains were drawn, and their steady breathing filled the space.

You lay back, trying to make sense of what you’d heard. Maybe it was a dream. Or maybe, another memory trying to break through the haze?

After tossing and turning for what felt like an eternity, it became clear you weren’t going to be able to fall back asleep. Frustrated, you sighed and threw off the covers, slipping on your shoes. Before you knew it, you were out the door, your curiosity leading you through the corridors.

You tiptoed through the common room, careful not to wake anyone. Without Harry’s cloak, you had to rely on the disillusionment spell to stay hidden, but you knew it wasn’t foolproof. 

You navigated the quiet halls, turning corners and climbing staircases with no real sense of direction, yet somehow you felt like you were being pulled somewhere—guided by the echo of those words.

Soon enough, you found yourself at the base of the Astronomy Tower. You hesitated for a moment, feeling a strange sense of déjà vu before your feet carried you up the winding staircase. The ascent felt both familiar and foreign, like a path you had walked countless times. It felt like your body was moving on its own, like it knew something your mind hadn’t caught up to yet.

When you finally reached the top, you paused. The silence of the tower wrapped around you, and with a quiet exhale, you removed the disillusionment spell, standing under the vast, starry sky.

The silence was broken by a cough, jolting you from your thoughts. You nearly screamed, spinning around to see Theo sitting against the railing, watching you with curious eyes.

“Merlin! Theodore, you scared me!” you hissed, clutching your chest as your heart pounded.

“Sorry,” he chuckled, clearly finding your reaction amusing. You glared at him, but he just smiled.

“What are you doing up here?” you asked, exasperated as you stepped closer to where he was sitting.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he smirked. The teasing tone was so typical of him, and despite everything, it brought you some comfort.

You rolled your eyes. “Needed some air. And you?”

“Something like that,” he shrugged, taking a drag from the cigarette between his fingers.

“You know those things will kill you, right?” you said, deciding to sit down next to him. You tucked your legs beneath you, resting your back against the railing.

“I’ve heard,” he replied, exhaling the smoke away from you before flicking the cigarette to the ground and crushing it with his foot.

You bit your tongue, resisting the urge to lecture him about the littering. “Maybe you should take their advice.”

He chuckled softly humming in response, leaning his head back against the railing, eyes closed. For a moment, neither of you spoke. Strangely, you felt more at ease up here with him than you had in days.

With his eyes closed, you stole a glance at his face—the messy hair, the moles dotting his skin, and those lips… You quickly looked away, mentally scolding yourself.

“So,” he said, grabbing your attention. His gaze so focused it made you avert your eyes again, “what really brought you up here?”

“I’m… not sure,” you admitted, fidgeting with the fraying edge of your skirt. “I thought I heard a voice, but it could’ve been a dream. It said something about Astronomy Tower at midnight, and I got curious.”

You noticed Theo’s jaw clench briefly before relaxing again, making you frown slightly. “And you?” you asked, trying to redirect the conversation.

“Just needed some quiet,” he said, hesitating for a moment. “But… what was it you wanted to talk about earlier?”

You had nearly forgotten about that. Now that he asked, the words seemed to stick in your throat. You wanted to say you could wait, let him have his moment of peace, but you needed answers.

“Oh, right,” you sighed, unsure of where to start. “I’m not sure how to explain it.”

“Take your time,” Theo reassured, his voice soft, and you were grateful to see no judgment in his eyes.

You took a shaky breath, trying to gather your thoughts. It was hard to know where to even begin.

“Long story short, I lost a chunk of my memories,” you started, the words spilling out before you could stop them. “And the other day, I think I had a flashback of one… with you?”

Theo immediately straightened himself, his attention fully locked on you.

“I was—um, what was your memory about?” he asked, his voice a little shaky as if he was trying to stay calm, but you could sense a bit of hope behind his eyes.

“Don’t laugh,” you warned, giving him a serious look, though a faint smile tugged at your lips. “We were in the Forbidden Forest, I think. I was upset about a letter, and you came along, and we… burned it. Does that sound familiar at all?” You searched his face, praying that this wasn’t just your imagination playing tricks on you.

Theo’s expression tightened, his brow furrowing as if he was choosing his next words very carefully. He looked torn, like saying the wrong thing might somehow hurt you more.

“It’s just… we only had our first conversation a few days ago, right?” you added, trying to lighten the mood despite the tension.

He grimaced slightly, rubbing his eyes. “No,” he sighed, his voice heavy. “That was a memory. That night in the Forbidden Forest—that was the first time we really talked. I was out there trying to clear my head, had a lot going on, and then I heard you. You were crying. I didn’t expect to find you out there.”

“Have we… had more conversations since that night?” you asked cautiously, feeling a strange mix of relief and confusion.

Theo hesitated, then nodded slowly. “Yeah, we did.” 

“Could you tell me more? Did we hang out after that? Were we friends or just acquaintances? I just feel so lost and confused. You confirming this is the first bit of clarity I’ve had in days,” your voice cracked, the weight of everything you’d been carrying finally slipping through.

Theo’s face shifted, a mixture of pain and hesitation crossing his features. He looked away briefly, his hands gripping the railing beside him. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, careful. “I wish I could tell you everything… I really do.”

He paused, glancing at you before continuing. “But… it’s not that simple.”

Your heart sank at his words, a mix of frustration and sadness settling in your chest. “Why? What’s stopping you?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not that I don’t want to, believe me. We just don’t know what could happen if we sprung all this information onto you, how the spell or you would react if we try to fill in all the gaps. I mean you’re already having nosebleeds and intense migraines from no one even saying anything. If we push too hard, it could make things worse.”

Theo’s voice softened as he continued. “I just don’t want to hurt you more than you’re already hurting.” His eyes searched yours, hoping you’d understand.

You looked away, the sting of disappointment dulling the relief you’d felt just moments ago. “But I need to know, Theo. I can’t keep living like this, with these blanks and half-truths. Everyone’s treating me like I’m fragile, like I’ll shatter if they say the wrong thing.” Your voice trembled, a mix of anger and helplessness rising to the surface.

Theo shifted closer, his hand hovering just above yours before he hesitated and withdrew. “I get it,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “But trust me when I say this—it’s not that we’re all in on some secret without you. We’re just… trying to keep you safe.”

The vulnerability in his eyes made your heart ache. You could see the struggle there, the pull between wanting to protect you and the desire to be honest. He wasn’t just holding back for the sake of secrecy—it was out of concern for you.

“Safe from what?” you asked, your voice thick with emotion. “I feel more trapped than safe. Like I’m stuck behind this wall, and everyone’s watching me struggle without actually helping.”

Theo exhaled, his brow furrowing as he searched for the right words. “I’m sorry. I know that’s not what you want to hear, but we’re doing the best we can. It’s not that we don’t want to tell you—it’s that we don’t know what’ll happen if we do.”

You bit your lip, feeling that familiar swell of frustration rise again. “So I’m just supposed to wait? Until what? Until my memories come back on their own? What if they never do?”

Theo breath stutters and he hesitates. He’s tried his best not to think of that possibility, that you’ll come back to him and this in time would be a funny memory. “I don’t have all the answers. But you’re not alone in this, okay? Even if it feels like it.” 

You wanted to believe him. Despite everything, you could sense that Theo genuinely cared, even if he couldn’t give you the answers you desperately sought. You looked at him, your chest tightening with the mix of anger and sadness swirling inside you. “I just wish I knew what I was missing.”

Theo nodded slowly, his eyes heavy with the weight of things left unsaid. “When the time comes, I’ll tell you everything. I promise.”

For a moment, there was nothing but silence between you. The cool night air seemed to press down, the weight of your shared secrets hanging in the space between you.

Finally, you nodded, feeling a small sense of comfort in Theo’s promise, even if it couldn’t give you what you needed right now.

If you enjoyed, please please reblog or comment! Your words keep me motivated to write and make me so happy <3

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[kokushibosbestie]

ok so idk if u do like x reader stuff but if you do, can u do like a Sally face fic or headcannons with Sal and Larry. I wanted to request what it would be like for them to have like a very busy s/o. Like I do marching band and outside of school I do volleyball and lessons for trombone and piano. Along with that I take AP classes and student council which give me more work to do so I feel pretty drained by the end of the day

♡~ Sal and Larry w/ busy S/O HCs ~♡

A/N: Yes, I take requests and do (Character) x reader headcannons! AND I'M SO SORRY IF THIS WASN'T GOOD AND I KNOW LARRY'S PART ISN'T LONG I HOPE YOU CAN FORGIVE ME ANON. ALSO IM SORRY THAT IT TOOK SO LONG, I'VE BEEN REALLY BUSY WITH SCHOOL AND I HAD WRITERS BLOCK FOR LIKE 3 WEEKS 😭🙏

Warnings: None, just pure fluffiness and love. GN!reader.

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♪ Sal Fisher ♪

· HE'S JUST A FKN SWEETHEART 😭😭 · I will say that he is going to make sure to make your life easier no matter what · like doing chores, helping you with projects and assignments, and planning out your week · I don't think many realize this, but he is not the "badass player" people portray him as. 😔 · So, he will make you sit down with him on the weekend and ask how things are going. · And this is with everything. Work, school, family life, your relationship with him, your mental health, etc. · He is serious about it too. 😅 He cares a lot and he doesn't like to see you stressed. · So when you come home tired and worn out, he will not be happy. · he knows it's not your fault and you can't help it "Love, please stop doing this to yourself. You know this isn't good." · Like I said, he loves you 🥰 · istg this man HAS and WILL beg you to take a break · so when you come home, he'll already have a bath ready for you · once you're done taking a bath, he'll make you sit down on the floor in front of the couch so he can brush / comb your hair · and I honestly think he's not the best cook, but he will cook your favorite food no he won't, it's going to be takeout because he failed · your room is already cleaned and he bought you squishmellows to add to your collection · he'll cuddle you to sleep while playing with your hair · definitely the big spoon on nights like this "Relax baby, you need to get sleep. I'll be right here when you wake up, okay?"

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☆ Larry Johnson ☆

· I'ma be fr with you, he would NOT notice at first · Not until Ashley said something but after she brings it to his attention that you need a little bit more attention, he will do exactly that · and istg, he WILL pick you up bridal style and carry you away from whatever you were doing 👀 · If you protest, he will glare at you and ignore it. · Any kind of work you do is "overworking yourself" to him · so beware · Imma be completely honest, this man CANNOT keep up with you · Your ship dynamic is literally "busy mastermind and their assistant who worships them but can't keep up." 😭💞 · larry is the one worshiping you "Look, I know you have a lot going on, so don't try to convince me that you aren't. I might be stupid in school but I'm not stupid with you." · he will say shit that doesn't make sense WHATSOEVER. 😔 · Ofc, he won't admit that he's trying to take care of you · or keep up with you · obvi 🙄 · I have my own hc that he actually does know how to cook nicely, so I think he'd make you food you'd watch a movie together and talk · once your social battery is completely out, he'll offer you to sleep on his chest. 🥰 · and when you wake up, he's gunna make you breakfast. "Don't try to keep yourself up babe. You've had a long day, so just rest."

DISCLAIMER: THE HEADER IS MINE, THOUGH THE FANART IS NOT. THE DIVIDERS ARE NOT MINE, ONCE AGAIN, THEY ARE NOT MINE. ALL CREDITS GO TO ORIGINAL POSTERS / CREATORS!!! ALL WRITING BELONGS TO ME!!!

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*Preview* Bittersweet Memories

Hi there. I said I might post a preview or blurb of this, so I decided to go ahead and do that. IDK if or when I'll finish this. It was more of a spur of the moment thing I started that's spiraled in my drafts. It's heavily inspired by The Vow, except Satoru is the one who loses his memory. I don't have timeline or anything else really mapped out, so this preview is a bit choppy. But essentially, they were married, and there was an accident(haven't determined what) that caused him to forget her and getting married, so they got divorced. Again, all the details haven't been figured out yet, but she's in charge of a Tokyo branch of her mother's bakery now. I haven't decided if it'll be something she always did or if she quit her job to do it after the divorce.

It's pretty damn angsty, tbh. But I'd love to know what you guys think!

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*Preview* Bittersweet Memories

The bell above the door jingled, and Rinko called, “Welcome!” over her shoulder, “I’ll be right with you.”

Finishing her task, she turned quickly, her heart immediately thundering in her chest at the sight of Gojo Satoru staring at her in surprise.

Had he remembered? Was he here because he wanted to talk to her?

“Satoru–”

“This place is so cute!” a woman exclaimed, wrapping her arms through his and leaning into him. “Thank you for treating me, Satoru.”

The sharp pain in her chest stole her breath, and she swallowed thickly as she blinked the tears away. His memories hadn’t returned, or maybe they had. It didn’t matter now. What did matter was that he clearly didn’t want her anymore. He’d already moved on.

Smiling as brightly as she could, she forced enough air into her lungs to speak.

“Welcome,” she repeated, avoiding Satoru’s eyes by staring at the wall behind him. She could do this. She could keep going. She needed to keep going and accept that their marriage was over. That he wasn’t hers anymore. “What can I get for you?”

“A dozen of those.” Satoru pointed at the caramel miso butter cookies, his brow furrowed in thought. “And whatever she wants.”

Rinko ignored the ache in her chest, keeping the smile in place as she packaged the cookies.

He remembered that he liked the cookies, but he didn’t remember loving her. She guessed it made sense. He’d always had a sweet tooth.

She had to accept that he wasn’t hers anymore and that he never would be. He didn’t want her. He would never want her again.

“What do you recommend?” the woman asked, staring at Rinko curiously. “Everything looks so delicious. I heard that you’re based out of Kyoto?”

“My mother opened the main location in Kyoto,” Rinko confirmed, swallowing around the giant lump that appeared in her throat. “She decided to expand to Tokyo this year.”

“That’s precious,” the woman gushed. “This must be your dream, then. Following in your mother’s footsteps?”

The only difference was that she didn’t have a child like her mother did. Tears stung her eyes but she blinked to dispel them again.

“Something like that,” she finally replied. “We have some seasonal chestnut filled manju right now. I’d recommend those.”

At the woman’s excited nod, she placed a few inside a box and closed it carefully.

Stacking the containers, she accepted the cash Satoru held out, her skin burning when his fingers brushed against hers. Her chest felt hollow at the blank look he gave her as she handed his change back.

“Have a great rest of your day. I hope you enjoy the sweets!”

According to Shoko, it wasn’t anything serious. He was just dating again. Getting back out there. The knowledge didn’t comfort her. Though she didn’t know why she thought it might.

“Rinko-san,” Megumi called, sticking his head out from the back. “I finished sorting the inventory, so I’m gonna take a break.”

“Thanks, kid,” she replied absently as she rested her chin on her palm. “You can make yourself a drink, if you want.”

“Aunt Yuzu is gonna get onto you if you keep letting me have things for free.”

“Your Aunt Yuzu would be giving you even more things for free, and you know it.”

He grinned, disappearing into the back again and she heard the coffee machine just a moment later.

The bell on the door jingled, and she turned her head to welcome them. Her voice stuck in her throat at the sight of Satoru shifting his weight as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Um, hi,” he greeted awkwardly. “I’m– those cookies were really good, so…”

Of course he was back for the cookies. He’d almost given himself diabetes because of those damn things.

“They used to be your favorite,” she informed him as he trailed off, “so that doesn’t surprise me.”

“About the other day, if I’d known that this was your place, I wouldn’t have come in here.”

The air left her lungs as if he’d punched her, and she struggled to keep the hurt from showing on her face at his words. It stung. He really wanted nothing to do with her now.

Move. Get him his fucking cookies so he doesn’t have to look at you anymore.

Blinking, she felt her body moving, going through the motions of retrieving a box and placing cookies inside it.

“I meant– I meant if I’d known this was your place, I wouldn’t have– I wouldn’t have brought a date in here.”

She nodded mechanically, finishing her task and sliding the container across the counter toward him.

“I don’t see why you– if you want to buy your date dessert, there’s nothing stopping you,” she stated, wondering if that hollow ache she felt at the sight of him would ever fade. “It’s not like we have rules against couples here.”

His hand brushed against hers as he leaned closer across the counter. She tried not to flinch away.

“Listen,” he began, his voice quiet as his cologne filled her nose. The same cologne that still clung to some of her favorite shirts. “I’m sorry that I don’t– I’m sorry I’ve hurt you.”

“I’m sorry I don’t love you,” was what she was sure he stopped himself from saying. “I’m sorry that losing my memory also meant forgetting whatever made you lovable in my eyes.”

She always knew something like this was a possibility. It wasn’t his fault that he didn’t remember whatever it was that made him think she was worth marrying when he’d never wanted to get married before. Losing his memory just solidified that whatever loose screw made him think she was the one for him had finally been righted.

Just like she’d always known would happen.

Finally mustering the courage to meet his eyes, she felt her chest split open at the sight of the azure depths staring back devoid of the love she’d grown so used to. She gave him the most genuine smile she could manage.“I’m just glad you’re well enough to have your sweet tooth,” she replied lightly. “All that matters is that you’re happy.” even if that means you don’t want me anymore. “Have a great rest of your day.”

The door opened before he could grasp the handle, and Satoru’s eyes narrowed at the sight of the woman in front of him as hers widened in clear panic.

Why was she at his parents’ house?

“What are you–?”

“Rinko, you forgot the– Satoru,” His mother came into view behind her. “I didn’t realize you were coming over today.”

“Decided to drop by,” he replied, his eyes still on Rinko’s face. Why was she there? “Didn’t realize you still–”

“She’s my daughter, whether you accept that or not,” his mother stated firmly. “Rinko, dear, you almost forgot your food.”

“Right,” Rinko squeaked, turning briefly to accept the bag full of bento boxes. “Thank you again for lunch. You didn’t have to–”

“We wanted to,” his mother soothed, wrapping her in a tight hug. “Thank you for bringing the cake. Happy birthday, dear. Have a lovely weekend with your mother. Please tell her we said hi.”

“Of course,” Rinko agreed, extracting herself quickly and rushing past him.

“Be safe going home!”

Once she was gone, his mother turned to him, and he rolled his eyes slightly at the look in hers.

“Don’t start,” he sighed, running his hand through his hair. He really didn’t want to deal with one of her lectures. “I get it, you’re pissed that you lost the perfect daughter-in-law–”

“I’m not angry with you at all,” she denied, stepping aside so he could enter. “I’m just sad.”

“I know you wanted me to stay married–”

“It had nothing to do with you being married,” she cut him off. “I wanted you to give yourself some time, to give her a chance, before you decided to divorce her just because you didn’t remember her. It’s not your fault that you don’t remember marrying her. But Satoru, you loved her more than anything else in the world. If you gave yourself some time to know her again, I have very little doubt you’d love her just like before.”

“You’re forgetting that I never wanted to get married,” he stated, following her into the kitchen. He spotted part of a strawberry cake sitting on the counter, immediately locating a fork and taking a bite. “Why was she here, anyway?”

“Did you not listen earlier?” His mother sighed, exasperated. “She’s still our daughter, whether you’re married or not. And it was her birthday, Satoru. We invited her over to have lunch for her birthday.”

He swallowed thickly, glancing down at the cake.

“She brought this, then?”

“Yes, she did.” She let out another sigh, quieter this time. “You know, the very first time you introduced Rinko to us, you pulled me aside and said that you were going to marry her if it was the last thing you did. You stood right there with hearts in your eyes and a giant grin on your face as you told me you never wanted to be without her.”

At this point, she should just accept that she was self-destructive. Nothing about what she was doing was healthy. It did absolutely nothing to help her move on with her life. But maybe she didn’t want to move on with her life. Not when her heart still fluttered every time she saw him, even if it left her feeling hollow and empty afterward.

Her heart had certainly already shattered beyond repair by now. So really, what did a bit more damage matter?

The bell above the door jingled with his entry, and she greeted him as she always did, the crack in her chest chipping open a bit further.

“One or two dozen?” she asked, used to the routine by now.

His weekly visits were something to both dread and look forward to. It stung that he still loved the cookies so much but felt nothing for her. But what wasn’t to love about her mother’s cookies?

His gaze still held no sign of warmth or affection for her when he met her eyes, something she’d finally grown used to after his first few visits.

The obvious suspicion when he’d seen her at his parents’ house had shaken her more than she expected. Going there had been a mistake, regardless of whether his mother had invited her. They weren’t married anymore. There was no reason for her to spend time with his parents. She still loved them, and she knew they still loved her, but it didn’t mean she could just cross boundaries he’d clearly set.

She didn’t want to put a strain on their relationship, or be in the way when he found someone else and wanted to introduce them.

After all, he was getting back into the swing of life. Back to work, enjoying it like he always had, hanging out with friends and helping some of his students on the weekends. He would be happier now without her in the way.

“Just one dozen this time,” he replied, rubbing the back of his neck.

Nodding, she grabbed a box.

“Any plans for the weekend?” she asked instinctively.

What was she doing? He didn’t want to talk to her. He didn’t want anything to do with her beyond getting his cookies.

“I have a date,” he replied absently, his eyes going wide when she froze. “I’m– I mean– no big plans. Just–”

“That’s–” Her throat went dry as she tried to keep her chest from ripping open any further. She couldn’t risk whatever was left of her heart spilling out in front of him. Not when he was moving on. He deserved to move on and be happy without her holding him back. “That’s good– great, I mean. I’m glad you have plans. You– you seem happy. I’m really glad you’re happy.” without me.

She needed to stop talking. Forget being self-destructive, she was probably making him wildly uncomfortable.

Placing the container with his cookies on the counter, she tried to pretend he was just any other customer as she smiled.

“Have a great rest of your day.”

“All that matters is that you’re happy.”

“I’m really glad you’re happy.”

Her words echoed in his head as he approached the bakery, guilt beginning to creep up like it had every time since he’d stupidly blurted out that he had a fucking date when she asked him if he had plans for the weekend.

Fucking idiot. 

He’d replied without even thinking about who he was talking to, but he’d regretted it as soon as he saw the look in her eyes.

He might not have wanted to be married, but he didn’t want to hurt her. He didn’t want to make her suffer.

At least, that’s what he told himself despite the fact that he knew he’d broken her heart and looked the other way when she cried because he didn’t want to believe it was true. He hadn’t wanted to believe he’d completely forgotten years of his life. Years that apparently involved him getting married. The documents and pictures really didn’t lie, though. He knew his family wouldn’t lie about something like that, either.

Everyone said it wasn’t his fault. They said that it wasn’t his fault he didn’t remember her.

What he did remember was the look in her eyes when he’d asked her who she was when he woke up. Asked her why she was in his hospital room and why she was so close to him. The look in her eyes when he’d said he wanted a divorce because he’d never wanted to get married in the first place, and he couldn’t believe that he’d ever changed his mind on that. The sobs she’d tried to conceal as she packed her bags and left without a single protest.

She erased herself from his life so quickly that he’d wondered if she’d always planned on doing so. If she’d been waiting for a way out.

And then she’d appeared again in an instant, standing in front of him in a bakery his date had wanted to try.

Her face had filled with so much hope when she saw him, only to crumple in the next moment when she saw who he was with.

But yet, even after everything he’d done, she still greeted him with a smile and told him she just wanted him to be happy. That she was glad he was happy.

Who wants you to be happy? Who asks if you are okay?

The questions always died in his throat before he could voice them. It felt wrong to ask. Like it was a line he shouldn’t cross because it would be insensitive. Who asked their ex-wife, that they didn’t even remember getting married to, if she was okay after they’d broken her heart without even a second thought?

She clearly wasn’t okay, but she pretended to be. At least, she tried to pretend. But how the hell did he even know that? What part of his psyche just happened to remember what she looked like when she lied?

What he was doing wasn’t just mean. It was cruel.

“Welcome!” she called cheerfully when the bell jingled above his head.

Her voice made his heart speed up, and he blinked at the feeling.

She did have a very pretty voice. He’d noticed the first time he’d heard her speak when he woke up in the hospital. The relief that bled through her words when she saw him open his eyes had confused him at the time. The hurt that colored her tone when he’d asked her to leave still haunted him.

He was suddenly struck by the desire to remember how they’d met. What had he said to her? How had they ended up together in the first place? He’d never really been the relationship type. What had convinced him?

“One or two dozen?” she asked, her question pulling him back to the present. Her smile seemed forced, not reaching her eyes.

How did he know that? Why did he suddenly remember that her real smile made her eyes shine and crinkle at the corners? How was it that he knew her eyes looked like polished jade stone in the moonlight when she was excited?

“Wait,” she said, frowning. “I– sorry, I forgot I don’t even have a full dozen right now. But if you don’t mind waiting just a bit, I can get you a fresh batch?”

Why would she go out of her way to do that?

“Don’t you only have a half-hour till close?” he asked, checking the time. Wouldn’t that waste cookies? “I’ll just take whatever you have left–”

“It’s– I bake them by the dozen anyway, so I’d throw in the couple I have left and call it a day.” She pursed her lips to the side. “But if you don’t want to wait, I understand. Sorry, it was rude of me to ask. I can just–”

“I don’t mind waiting,” he rushed out, taking a seat at one of the small tables. “It’s not a big deal to me.”

She nodded, ducking into the back for a few minutes before reappearing.

“Coffee or tea while you wait? Do you still like–” She cut off, her voice cracking before she cleared her throat. “What would you like to drink?”

“I’m okay,” he stated, that familiar guilt threatening to boil over again.

Should he start a conversation? Or would that give the wrong impression? He didn’t want her to think he was… trying to get too familiar. But he felt bad. He felt like he should say something when she was going out of her way for him. Why did she do that? Why did she seem to care so much about his convenience at the cost of her own?

Before he could say anything, she disappeared into the back, leaving him alone in the small cafe area as the guilt ate away at him.

Was he crazy, or had she lost weight since she’d moved out? Her clothes seemed to fit her differently than they had months ago. Was that why his mother had given her extra leftovers?

Why did the idea of her not eating enough bother him so much?

He jumped when she placed the box on the table in front of him. His chest ached as he watched her step away quickly, retreating back behind the counter before he could even stand. Why did that bother him? Why was he suddenly wondering if she had moved on yet? Why did the idea of seeing her with someone else make him inexplicably angry when he was dating other people?

“On the house,” she informed him, waving him off when he pulled his wallet out anyway. “Since you had to wait.”

He’d barely noticed the time passing because he’d been so stuck in his own head. The warmth that seeped from the box into his hands felt nice. An oddly familiar sense of comfort filled him knowing he’d get to eat fresh cookies even though he couldn’t remember having done so before.

“It wasn’t a big deal,” he argued, peeking into the box to see two dozen cookies neatly stacked. “Let me pay–”

“You know, they say time is money,” she joked, her smile faltering when he just frowned. “Really, Sa– Gojo-san, don’t worry. Thank you for being patient.”

The way her voice quivered as she corrected herself made his heart drop to his gut, and he sighed reluctantly.

“Fine,” he conceded. “But I’m paying for them next time.”

He’s happy, and that makes me happy.

She repeated that to herself over and over as she forced herself to take deep breaths.

He’s happy, and that makes me happy.

Because she loved him, she just wanted him to be happy. Even if that meant he didn’t want her anymore. Even if it meant he didn’t love her.

He’s happy, and that makes me happy.

That was all that mattered. His happiness and well-being were the most important.

Life never worked out exactly as planned. So what if her entire future was completely different now? At least she’d gotten a few years to be the happiest she’d ever been.

He’s happy, and that makes me happy.

She would be content knowing he was living his life the way he wanted.

“Just one date with me, Kurisaki-chan,” Satoru implored, leaning towards her as they stood at the bar. “Just one date, and if you don’t have a good time, I’ll never ask you again.”

Her skeptical look drew a chuckle from him. He liked when she looked at him like that. Something about it made him want to tease her more. He gave her a small pout.

“I’d be so good to you,” he implored, debating getting on his knees and begging. Everything about her made him want to know her more, made him want her to know him more.

“Your history doesn’t say that,” Rinko replied, tilting her head and pursing her lips to the side. He was dying to kiss her. “We both know I’m not your type, Gojo.”

“What’s my type?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. “What do you think my type is?”

“One-night stands,” she stated bluntly. “No strings attached, no feelings, no relationships.”

Ouch.

“I have feelings for you,” he informed her, his heart racing when she snorted. “Gimme a chance, Kurisaki-chan. I promise I won’t break your heart. I’ll take such good care of you. You just gotta promise not to break my heart, yeah?”

-

“Promise not to break my heart, yeah?”

The words repeated in his mind over and over and over again as he emptied his stomach into the toilet.

What kind of moron had he been?

Of all the things for him to promise. Of all the promises for him to break.

How could she even stand the sight of him after what he’d done to her?

“I promise I won’t break your heart.”

The look in her eyes when he’d told her he didn’t know why he would get married when he’d never wanted to before flashed through his mind. The hurt she made no effort to hide when he asked her to leave the house they’d apparently shared for years. He hadn’t just broken her heart, he’d shattered it and then walked right over the pieces so he could get cookies.

-

Avoiding her eyes, he shifted his feet uncomfortably while he waited his turn.

“How many today?” she asked lightly, her voice sending a fresh wave of guilt through him. “One or two dozen?”

“Whichever,” he replied, still unable to meet her eyes. How could she talk to him so casually? How could she just pretend he hadn’t hurt her so deeply? “Doesn’t matter.”

Her quick intake of breath had his gaze snapping to her face. The practiced smile paired with the sadness in her eyes made him feel sick again. He might vomit right in the middle of the bakery.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” he blurted out, his gut dropping when she jumped. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she let out a shaky laugh.

“For not knowing how many cookies you want?”

“I promised I wouldn’t break your heart,” he croaked, his throat closing as his shame threatened to choke him. “I–”

“It was a silly promise,” she cut him off, her brow furrowing as she pursed her lips to the side. “You couldn’t have possibly known what would happen.”

He’d never fucking deserved her love before and he sure as hell never would now.

“I knew you weren’t being serious when you said that,” she stated, shrugging. “I– I already told you I don’t regret marrying you. I don't regret giving you a chance. I don’t regret loving you, either. I just– I just hope you don’t–”

“I don’t,” he rushed, swallowing around the lump in his throat. “I’m– I don’t regret it even though I don’t… remember. But I wish I– I wish I could take back how much I've hurt you.”

AN: I included more in this preview than I originally intended but I got carried away and here we are. What'd you guys think? It's a lil angsty, huh?

[sueheesblog]

Jeremy out here playing in the street since his divorce😂🤣😂 This is not new information tho, lmao. Jeremy has been a HO with blue eyes trying to mend his brokenheart with pleasure since his marriage took a bad turn. Its a natural reaction.

That being said, I've NEVER shipped Ayo and Jeremy. Ayo deserves a faithful man probably 1 without kids (no disrespect, but I'm sure her dad would agree too). I also read in the past that Jeremy struggled with alcoholism. Idk, I take it with a grain of salt. Seeing that pic with Molly does nothing to me tho, couple months or year from now we gonna see him kissing someone new. Im sure he would want Abby too if she wasnt married lol😂🤣😂 Our boy knows how to get them girls 🤭🤭🤭🤣😂🤣 It's entertaining 😂😆

I'm a big shipper of the characters Carmy n Syd. However, Claire seems completely irrelevant in The Bear and if she all of a sudden becomes part of the Lead n co captain of The Bear ship....... someone behind closed filming doors pulling some serious strings.

I believe in protecting black women at all cost becus both the movie/filming n music industry can be brutal towards them. Ayo is sooo loved by the public; I'm sure she has alot of secret enemies becus of it. I love that her Daddy is present at those Emmys.

I really want Syd n Carm to work things out and be together because they just work. Their chemistry flows easily without issues. But I wouldn't be surprised if they make Syd gay in The Bear....... because ause I low key think she is in real life😁😁😁. I don't know why, she just give off that vibes.

ANYWAYS, Jeremy n Molly can do whatever they like. I like the entertainment. I'm just worried about all my fav incomplete fanfics not getting completed because of this hiccup. 😭😭😭

[loquarocoeur]

In which occasion do you think Carlie would safe word in yours!verse??

Like I feel if he ever thought he was doing something max might not enjoy or if he thought he was ACTUALLY hurting him he would use his safe word, but I’m curious to see your take on this cause I loved “red yellow green”, and I would love to know what you think would be the situation in which Charlie uses his safe word

Well yeah if he got the feeling something was wrong with Max obviously he'd safeword, but I also think there would probably be times where he just kind of gets in his own head about it and he feels like he's a shit person because he's 'hurting' Max or smth like it's natural for your brain to sometimes be like 'love of my life is crying because of me, logically that's bad and ergo I am a terrible person' and freak out in the middle of things

But also naturally sometimes someone simply isn't in the right state of mind or mood to go through with a scene, like if Max is looking for trouble and Charles can tell, but he doesn't really feel in the right headspace for it he'd just say yellow and tell Max that so they can figure out if they just want to have sex without Charles being mean or just some chill sex without the dom/sub part, or he'd say red and they just do something else entirely and leave the sex for tomorrow

Or there are times where you think you want something and then turns out you don't like it, like maybe Max is into something and Charles would probably use yellow to just say like um, I love you, but it's a no for me

Or sometimes things probably just go too fast and they're stumbling on something new in the middle of things and you feel like it's too much and too fast and you can't do this new thing without talking about it first so you'd use yellow, or if you're like woah panic, you'd use red I guess

And also I think they both have days where they're just absolutely insatiable and their sex drives just do not match up and it's the fifth fucking time today and 'honest to god Max I love you so much but red because my dick is about to fall off, go jerk off by yourself' and it's not even serious, it's just a thing to laugh about really (although I think that one probably happens the other way around more often lol)

Like idk whether I'll actually write more about it or not, but I also feel the need to mention that safewords obviously do have this potential for being a nice thing to base a more serious scene around and explore some heavier emotions, but it also gives them this rep in fic of always being this big, heavy thing when I think sometimes they aren't, like they don't always need to be accompanied by a massive breakdown, they can just be used casually to check if everyone is fine or to stop and do something else without it being the end of the world

[koysiini-keinumaan]

Idk how the "nftgate" has something to do with this raffle tbh, I haven't seen anyone mention the nft thing in relation to this

Also, the nft thing is fucked up, but it's not that serious. I think everyone is over it already. They made a mistake, they didn't know that website used nfts. That's it. I don't think we should give it more importance, we can't change anything now

And I do think that even if the nft situation hadn't happened people would still be upset about the draw on OF because it's disrespectful and very stupid cause come on, making ppl sub for 40€ just to win a shirt? "nftgate" or not that's very stupid

i think i mentioned it in the post i made but i spoke to mikke in dm's and he said there were no N/FTs involved when there clearly are. so if they did know, then fans have been directly lied to. if they didn't know, that's on them for not doing their due diligence on checking what the company actually is. and with something as controversial as N/FTs with such a huge environmental impact (minting an N/FT, which is what happens with each entry, typically releases over 80kg of CO2. there are currently over 4k entries, meaning the ticket raffle alone has released roughly 320k KG of CO2 at least) you should do more to disclose them. if they are aware that this was a fuck up, or that they were led on or lied to, then it looks better on them to address it than continue promoting it. either way, its put a sour taste in a lot of people's mouth.

however, the tshirt giveaway is a) a much smaller prize and b) entirely self-run. if it were a ploy to get people to resubscribe to the OF, it would be posted about on his main. but it's not. you would only know about it if you currently subscribe to the of or someone else has told you about it. considering a lot of people's (including my own) subscription renewed before the announcement that there would be less content, something tells me it might be for them and not a way to get people to resubscribe. additionally, the value of the tshirt (39.90 euros = $44.57) is a little over the cost of the monthly subscription which, to me, kinda reinforces that theory.

all of these things have their issues with how it makes people feel about him and his brand. and they could absolutely be mitigated with someone in his crew whose role is exclusively to run and manage his social media/pr/giveaways. but i really don't think... not being able to get a free tshirt is the scandal that a lot of fans feel like it is.

[gracies-baby]

can i request something with Gracie Abrams? I was thinking something with Gracie dating like taylor’s younger sister or something. idk but something based on that.

Taylor’s Sister

(Gracie Abrams x Reader)

——————————————————————————

"Oh! Hey Gracie. You're kinda early, the show doesn't start for a few hours" Taylor greets the brunette when she opens the door of her dressing room.

"Yeah, I actually wanted to talk to you about something" Gracie replies as she nervously plays with her fingers.

"What's up? You're not bailing on me tonight, are you? 'cause I don't think I could find another opener on such short notice" The blonde jokes as Gracie takes a seat in front of her.

"No, definitely not. It's actually about Y/n"

"What about her? You're not breaking up with her, are you? I told you what would happen if you did that" Taylor begins to glare at the brunette in front of her.

"No! No, of course I'm not breaking up with her. Actually, I want to give her this" Gracie tells her as she pulls a small black box out of her pocket, opening it to reveal the gorgeous ring inside.

"Are you serious? Is that what I think it is?" Taylor asks, eyes widening when she sees the ring in front of her.

"I want to propose to Y/n. But I need your approval first. She cares more about your opinion than anyone else's. When I asked her out, she didn't even give me an answer at first. She said she had to talk to you first. I don't want to mess with our friendship either so if you say no then I won't do it. Taylor, I love her more than I've ever loved anyone. I promise I will never do anything to hurt her-" The brunette is cut off when the blonde starts chuckling, leaving Gracie with a scared look on her face.

"Of course I'm gonna say yes! I've never seen Y/n happier than when she's with you. And you'll be my sister-in-law! It'll be great!" Taylor exclaims excitedly as she pulls the shorter girl in for a big hug.

"It's not guaranteed yet. She might say no" Gracie replies nervously as Taylor bursts out laughing at her.

"There is no chance she's gonna say no. That girl has been obsessed with you before you two even met. She literally begged me to come to all the shows you were opening for just so there was a chance you two could talk more" Taylor replies as Gracie's face turns red.

"Well, there might be a small chance. She's kinda mad at me right now" Gracie replies as she sheepishly looks away, causing Taylor to send her a small glare.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing! I've just been really busy lately I haven't really had time to be home. I haven't been able to watch Love Island with her and we had a small fight about it last night and I haven't really apologized yet" Gracie replies as Taylor sighs before pulling out her phone to call her sister, telling Gracie not to say anything.

"Hey Tay! What's up?" Y/n asks when she answers the phone.

"Hey Y/n, I was just wondering if something happened with Gracie? She's been really quiet today; I can barely get a word out of her" Taylor replies with a smirk.

"Well, she didn't seem upset yesterday. She seemed perfectly fine when she came home late for the 4th time this week" Y/n grumbles over the phone.

"So, you did have a fight?"

"It was hardly a fight. I called her out on it and then I sent her to the couch. I haven't spoken to her since"

"Has she spoken to you?" Taylor asks.

"She tried this morning but then she left for work. I don't know if I can do this with her, Taylor. She's working all the time. When we first got together, she would always spend time with me but now I only see her for a couple hours a day. I'm almost always asleep when she comes home, Taylor. I love her so much, but I don't even know if she would care if I left her" Y/n sobs to her sister.

"Do you want her to come home? I can get Phoebe to open tonight, Gracie can come straight home to you. You guys can talk it out" Taylor replies as she glares at her friend.

"No, I don't want to see her right now. I don't want her to come home just because she thinks I want her to. I want her to want to" Y/n replies before saying bye to her sister and hanging up the phone.

"I guess that fight wasn't as small as you thought" Taylor glares at the brunette seeing a guilty look appear on her face.

"I didn't know it was affecting her this much. I've just been ring shopping. I can't find the right one and I guess it's taking more time than I thought it would. I never meant to do this Taylor" Gracie says as tears fill her eyes before Taylor sighs.

"Go home. Y/n needs you whether she wants to admit it or not. Phoebe will open tonight. Just go fix your relationship. You can't be my sister-in-law if Y/n breaks up with you" Taylor tells her before the brunette goes running towards her car and drives to her house. She stops along the way to get some flowers and chocolate before finally arriving home.

Gracie walks into her house before seeing her girlfriend making dinner. She puts the flowers and chocolate on the counter before walking behind her and wrapping her arms around her waist only to receive no response.

"Y/n? I'm sorry about last night. Can we talk please?" Gracie asks, pressing soft kisses against her girlfriend's neck.

"About what?"

"About us. Taylor told me about the phone call. I didn't know it was affecting you this much. I promise I'm gonna stop working so much" Gracie tells her as they both go to sit on the couch.

"Is that really what you've been doing? I was talking to Audrey earlier. She said you've been hanging out every day when you told me you were working. She got really panicked when I called her out on it. Are you seeing someone else?" Y/n asks causing Gracie's face to turn panicked.

"No! Of course not! Audrey's just been helping me with something"

"With what?" Y/n asks with tears in her eyes. Gracie sighs before standing up and getting something from the bottom of her drawer before walking back to the couch.

"I wanted to wait until we went on vacation or something, but I guess this'll do" Gracie tells her as she shows her the black box before opening it to reveal the ring inside. Y/n's eyes widen as a small grin starts to appear on her face.

"This wasn't really how I wanted to do it, but I don't really wanna wait any longer. Y/n, my whole life I never thought I would be this happy. I thought I would just have to go through life just trying to make sure people don't find out how miserable I was. You made me realize that I don't have to feel like that. I don't have to be so sad and hide it all the time. You make me happier than I've ever been Y/n and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you and I hope you feel the same. Y/n Swift, will you marry me?" The brunette asks with tears in her eyes while Y/n grins and nods happily.

"Yes! Of course I will!" The two share a passionate kiss before pulling away due to Y/n's phone going off. She opens the messages from her friends only to see they're all videos of Taylor calling Gracie her future sister-in-law.

"Lucky you did this now, Taylor just told the entire internet" Y/n tells her fiancé while the brunette just sighs fondly.

[cowboybeepboop]

Masseuse

"You're right," he replied, his voice taking on a more sultry tone. "We never did finish that massage, did we?"

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x fem! Reader 

Genre: Smut, romantic and fluffy

Word count: 4.3k 

Summary: Jake offers to give you a massage which turns into a romantic confession.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, oral: fem receiving, p in v sex. 

a/n: Guys idk I just love writing friends to lovers it's so cutesy. Anyways as always I hope you enjoy and send me any requests you might have. I also would like to thank everyone who’s following me and supporting me, I’m very grateful for it 😣🙏

Hangman was walking beside you, his arms above his head as he yawned slowly, tired from the training. His bag was slung over his shoulder, it was a long few hours, he turned to you with a smirk.

“Damn that was a tough training session.” He chuckled as he walked slightly closer to you.

“Ugh, I know. I’m all sore,” you whine as you stretch your arms, glancing at his cocky expression. 

“Aww, poor thing,” he teased, a smirk on his lips as he turned to look at you, his hand moving to pat the top of your head playfully. “Need me to give you a massage?” He asked, his tone a mixture of jokingly and seriousness.

You stop walking and turn to face him, “Are you being serious?” you raise an eyebrow. 

He paused as well, tilting his head and staring at you. “Course I am,” he replied, his smirk still plastered on his face. “I can’t have my best friend in pain, I’ll take care of you.” He teased, crossing his arms.

“God, you don’t know how good that sounds right now.” you reply, rubbing your side softly. 

His smirk only widened at your words, his expression turning from playful to a more sincere one. He moved towards you, his hand reaching out to grasp your side, gently massaging where you were rubbing previously. “I always give the best massages, I promise,” he teased, his fingers gently kneading the sore area.

“Mmm I’m sure you do.” you murmur, eyes fluttering closed with the sensation. “Should we go to your place or mine?” 

His smirk transformed into a grin, his hand continuing to massage gently at your side. “Well mine is closer,” he teased, his fingers still working the sore muscles gently. “Plus, I have some things that could make the massage better,” he added, his tone suggestive but still playful.

“Then lead the way.” you open your eyes, stopping his hand. “But don’t take too long, I really want to lay down.” 

He chuckled, dropping his hand from your side and nodding. “Whatever you say, princess.” He teased, moving to turn around and gesture for you to follow him.

His pace was moderately fast, his long stride making it easy for him to stay ahead, yet still close enough that you could reach out and grab him if you wanted. It didn’t take long for you to arrive at his place, he unlocked the door and ushered you inside, shutting it behind himself with a flick of his wrist.

You throw your bag onto the floor and immediately start looking around, taking in the room around you. “So where do you want me Jake?”    

He chuckled at your eagerness, closing the door behind himself and locking it before turning to look at you. “Well, you said you wanted to lay down darling, right?” He teased, his smirk returning. “I suggest the bed.” He joked, his tone low and suggestive.

“Don’t go getting any ideas,” you reply playfully, plopping down on the bed, laying on your stomach. 

He chuckled again, watching you as you laid on his bed, stomach down. “Oh honey, I always have ideas,” he teased, his eyes trailing over your body before he began to make his way closer to you.

His stride was slow and lazy, almost like a predator before he approached his prey. He knelt down beside the bed, his fingers reaching out to rub against your back, gently massaging the sore areas.

“Keep your thoughts PG Jake.” you sigh as your body relaxes into the mattress, a soft moan escaping your lips with the pressure of his touch. 

He rolled his eyes. “It’s never PG with me, sweetheart,” he teased, his fingers working their magic as he slowly massaged your back.

A smirk formed on his lips as your body relaxed, your soft moan sending a shiver down his spine. “Damn, you weren’t kidding when you said you were sore,” he teased, his fingers gently kneading the tense muscles in your back, working them out.

“I’m sore everywhere.” you whine, as his fingers slip under your shirt, working on your tense muscles. 

He bit his lip as his fingers moved under your shirt, gently massaging your bare skin, his touch firm yet soft. “Oh, baby, everywhere?” He teased, his smirk widening as he continued his movements, his fingers working out the knots in your muscles with ease.

“Jake,” you practically moan his name, getting distracted mid sentence. “Should I take off my shirt?”

He chuckled at your moan, his fingers pausing for a moment as you spoke. A smirk formed on his lips as you suggested taking off your shirt. “Oh, honey, I thought you'd never ask.” He teased, his eyes trailing over your shape. “Can I do the honors?”

“Go ahead,” you turn your head softly, relaxing further into the sheets.His smirk widened as you gave him permission, his hands moving to the bottom of your shirt, slowly pulling it over your head, discarding it onto the floor.

His eyes raked over your bare skin, his fingers gently tracing the muscles of your back, tracing patterns that sent shivers down your spine. “God, you’re beautiful.” He murmured.

“Jake… quit flirting with me.” you groan as he straddles your hips, knees on the sides of your thighs. He chuckled as he straddled your hips, his hands trailing up to start massaging your shoulders, his fingers kneading the muscles gently.

“But sweetheart, I can’t help myself when you’re laid under me like this,” he teased, his voice low and seductive. “The way you’re laying, the way you move, the sounds you make-“

“Jake.” you cut him off, “I’m just here for a friendly massage.” 

He paused his hands as you spoke, a smirk still on his lips. “You really think I’m gonna keep this to a ‘friendly massage’?” He playfully retorted, his hands moving to your sides, his touch slightly more teasing than massaging.

You turn underneath him, looking up at him “Jake, we’re friends..” He stops as you turn, his eyes meeting yours. He paused, his usual smirk fading slightly as you spoke. 

He sighed, his hands moving to rest on either side of your head, pinning you down between his arms. “Sweetheart, I’m gonna be honest with you.” He started, his voice quieter than before. “I don’t just see you as a friend.”

“You don’t?” your eyebrows furrow as he gazes down at you, hands moving to his sides. 

He shook his head, his eyes never leaving yours. “No. I don’t.” He whispered, his voice quiet but firm.

“You drive me crazy, you know that? The way you fly, the way you talk, the way you make me smile-“ he paused, his gaze turning more intense, “The way you look right now, pinned underneath me.”

You’re left speechless with his confession, stuck gawking up at him with widened eyes. He chuckled at the look on your face, his smirk returning as he observed your reaction. “Speechless, huh? Never thought I’d ever see that day.” He teased, his head tilting to the side as he stared down at you.

Your fingers tangle in the roots of his hair, your free hand pulling his face to yours. “Don’t get too cocky now.” 

He allowed you to pull his face closer, his smirk widening at your touch. “Oh sweetheart, when am I not cocky?” He taunted, his breath mingling with yours as he spoke.

He shifted his position slightly, his body now pressing into you, pinning you even more effectively underneath him. “You know, I could get used to you being under me like this” he teased again, his hand tracing up and down your side gently.

You gasp at the feeling of his hardness pressing into your thigh, “Jake, just kiss me already.” 

He chuckled at your gasp, his smirk widening at the way your body reacted. “Well, since you said it so nicely.” He teased, lowering his head down to meet your lips. His hand moved to the back of your head, holding you in place as his lips crashed onto yours.

The kiss started off relatively soft, his lips gently moving against yours, but quickly became more hungry, his tongue pushing at the seam of your lips, desperately seeking entrance.

You shift underneath him, arms pulling him closer to you as you let out a soft moan. Your thighs wrap around his waist as his lips move to your neck. He groans at the feeling of your thighs wrapping around his waist, his hands moving to grip your hips, his fingers gripping them possessively.

His lips move across your neck, his teeth nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. “Damn, sweetheart,” he groaned, his hips grinding against you. “You’re driving me crazy right now.”

You arch into him at the pressure of his movements, “Fuck. Jake, please.” your fingers dig into his shoulders. He lets out another deep groan at the sound of you begging. 

“What do you want, sweetheart?” He panted, his hips still moving against yours, his chest pressed against yours. “Want me to take you right here, right now?” He teased, his lips moving back to your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin again.

“You know me so well.” you retort, moving to pull his shirt away. He chuckled against your neck as you pulled at his shirt, his lips leaving your skin for only a moment as the cloth was pulled away from his body. 

He quickly returned to his previous position, his hands moving to grip your wrists and pin them above your head, his body pressing into you once more. “You’re impatient, aren’t you?” He taunted, his lips finding your ear, his teeth nipping at the lobe. “Want me that badly?”

“Jake, I've been waiting for you for years. Don’t make me wait any longer.” you groan, arms shifting in his grasp. He groaned at your words, his grip on your wrists tightening. 

“You really that desperate for me?” He panted, his teeth nipping a little harder at the sensitive skin of your neck. “Been waiting for me for years, huh?” He shifted himself slightly, his hips pressing closer to yours, his hard length evident between your thighs. “How long have you wanted me?” He whispered, his voice low and slightly possessive.

“Don’t let that get to your head, and no more talking.” you grind against him, impatient with his teasing. 

He let out a low growl at the feeling of your movement, his hands gripping your wrists a bit tighter but not to the point of pain. “So damn impatient,” he grunted, his hips pressing harder into yours, desperate for friction, desperate for more.

“Fine,” he muttered, “no more talking.” His lips met yours again in a hungry kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth, silencing any words you might have said.

Jake groans into your neck as he lets go of your wrists, his hands moving to caress your breasts over your bra, his thumbs brushing against your sensitive nipples. You arch your back, pushing them into his palms, and let out a soft whine. 

His mouth follows the trail of his hands, kissing and nibbling down your neck until he reaches the fabric that separates his mouth from your skin. With a quick movement, he unclasps your bra, letting it fall away, and his eyes widen with desire as he takes in the sight of your bare chest. 

He takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue as his hand tweaks the other, making you squirm under him. His hands roam over your body, feeling every curve and dip, as his mouth continues to worship your breasts, leaving you breathless and desperate for more.

Jake's kisses grew more feverish as he made his way down your body, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your collarbone before his tongue trailed lower, over your abdomen and lingered at your navel. His warm breath tickled the skin around your belly button as he flicked his tongue inside it, eliciting a giggle that turned into a gasp when his hands began to tug at the waistband of your pants. 

His eyes met yours, filled with a fiery need that mirrored your own. "Let's get these off, shall we?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire. You nodded, your breath hitching as he deftly unbuttoned and unzipped your pants, sliding them down your legs with a gentle urgency. 

Your panties soon followed, leaving you exposed and vulnerable beneath him, but the way he looked at you made you feel anything but weak. His gaze was one of pure adoration and hunger, his hands trembling slightly as they roamed over your bare skin. 

He took a moment to appreciate the view, his eyes drinking in the sight of you laid out before him, your legs spread slightly in invitation. With a wicked grin, he dipped his head and placed a soft kiss just above your clit, making you quiver in anticipation. 

His hands continued to explore, one sliding down to gently cup your ass, the other to trace the line of your inner thigh before it disappeared under the fabric of your panties. "So wet for me," he murmured, his thumb brushing against your already soaked pussy. 

"I can't wait to taste you." He didn't waste any more time, diving in and pressing the tip of his tongue against your clit, flicking it in a way that had you moaning and bucking your hips up to meet him. 

The sensation was electric, his warm breath and the gentle abrasion of his tongue driving you wild. As he teased and tormented your clit, his hand slid back down to your opening, his index finger circling the entrance before pushing inside you gently. You gasped as he filled you with one digit, the feeling of fullness adding to the exquisite pleasure building within you. 

He chuckled against your skin, feeling you tense around him, and he began to pump his finger in and out in a slow, steady rhythm that had your muscles clenching around him. His mouth remained focused on your clit, the combination of his skilled tongue and the pressure from his finger pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy with every passing second.

Jake groaned against your pussy, his free hand moving to palm his clothed hardness, the fabric of his jeans straining against the length of his erection. Your desperation grew as you grinded down against his hand, desperate for more. His tongue swirled around your clit, the pressure increasing with every pass, sending waves of pleasure through your body. 

Your breaths came out in ragged gasps, and your hips rocked into his face, seeking relief from the delicious tension he was building. His fingers inside you curled slightly, brushing against your g-spot, making your eyes roll back with pleasure. He knew exactly what he was doing, and it was driving you crazy. 

You moaned out his name, the sound a mix of need and pleasure as you moved against him, silently begging for more. His hand on your hip held you in place, guiding your movements as he worked you closer and closer to the edge. 

The room was filled with the sounds of your moans and his muffled groans, the scent of arousal thick in the air. Your legs began to shake, and you knew you wouldn't last much longer. "Jake," you whimpered, "I'm so close." 

He responded by sucking harder on your clit, his finger pressing deeper inside you, and the combination was too much. You came apart beneath him, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave, leaving you trembling and gasping for air. 

He didn't stop though, continuing to lick and suck at your sensitive bud, drawing out every last drop of pleasure. As the tremors subsided, he pulled away, his eyes dark with desire as he looked up at you. "Now, let's see if I can make you scream," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

Withdrawing his finger from you with a gentle pop, Jake leaned back, giving you a moment to catch your breath. His eyes were filled with desire as he unbuttoned his pants, revealing his thick, hard cock that was straining against the fabric of his boxers. 

He looked at you with a question in his gaze, his hand hovering over the waistband. "Ready for the main event?" he asked, his voice low and gruff. You nodded, your eyes never leaving his as he slid down his boxers, freeing his erection. It stood proudly, the tip glistening with pre-cum, and he stroked it once, twice, before positioning himself at your entrance. 

He looked into your eyes, seeking permission, his expression earnest. "May I?" he asked, his voice a soft rumble. You nodded again, your own desire reflected in your gaze, and he slowly pushed into you. The sensation was overwhelming, his length filling you up inch by inch, stretching you to the point of pleasure and pain. 

You gasped as he breached your barrier, the feeling of fullness unlike anything you've ever experienced. He paused, giving you a moment to adjust before he began to move, his hips rocking in a steady rhythm that had you arching into him. His eyes never left yours, his gaze holding you in place as he claimed you in the most intimate way possible. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, your body begging for more. And as he began to thrust in earnest, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by your moans and his grunts of pleasure. The intensity grew with each stroke, and you knew this was just the beginning of a passionate night filled with pleasure beyond your wildest dreams.

Jake's movements were deliberate and slow, his cock sliding into you with a tenderness that was surprising yet incredibly erotic. Each inch was met with a soft groan from you, your body stretching to accommodate his size. He watched you closely, his eyes dark with passion as he pushed deeper, savoring the way your walls clung to him. 

His hands held onto your hips, guiding you with gentle precision as he began to move in and out, setting a slow, rhythmic pace that had you whimpering with need. Each stroke was measured, as if he was memorizing every part of you, making you feel cherished and desired beyond anything you've ever experienced. 

"You're so tight," he murmured, his voice a hoarse whisper that sent shivers down your spine. "I can feel every part of you." His hips rolled in a hypnotic pattern, his length hitting that perfect spot deep within you, making your toes curl and your nails dig into the bedsheets. His lips found yours again, his kiss deep and lingering as he continued to move within you, the intimacy of the moment threatening to consume you both.

Your arms wrap around his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, urging him closer as you try to absorb every inch of him. You arch your back, pushing your hips up to meet his, eager for more of his deep, powerful thrusts. Each time he enters you, it feels like your body is being claimed by him, filled in a way that makes you feel both vulnerable and incredibly powerful. 

Your legs lock around his waist, pulling him into you with a need that borders on desperation. The rhythm builds, a crescendo of passion and lust that resonates through the very core of your being. Your breaths become ragged, your moans louder, as he continues to move within you, his pace increasing with every beat of your racing heart. 

The connection between you is palpable, a dance of desire that leaves you both breathless and yearning for more. His eyes never leave yours, the intensity of his gaze a silent promise that he won't stop until you're both lost in the bliss of release. And as you feel the beginnings of another orgasm building within you, you tighten your grip, pushing down against his hips with all the strength you have, silently begging for him to take you over the edge once more.

Jake's thrusts grew more urgent as he felt his climax approaching, his hips moving with a fervor that matched the racing beat of his heart. His eyes remained locked on yours, the depth of his passion unmistakable as he drove into you with all the pent-up desire of years of longing. As he reached his peak, his body tensed, and with a guttural groan, he released himself deep inside you, filling you with his warmth. 

His hand slipped down to your clit, his fingers beginning to circle it with the same rhythm as his hips, not wanting to leave you behind in the throes of passion. His touch was masterful, applying just the right amount of pressure as he felt your body respond, your muscles tightening around his cock, drawing out his orgasm even as it pushed you closer to yours. 

Your moans grew louder, mingling with his own as the pleasure grew to a fever pitch. His movements grew erratic, driven by the intensity of his release, but his attention never wavered from your clit, working it with a fierce determination that had your eyes squeezing shut and your back arching off the bed. And just when you thought you couldn't handle any more, your body gave in to the sensation, and a second, even more powerful orgasm crashed over you, making your entire body spasm with pleasure. 

As the aftershocks of your shared release rippled through you, he collapsed on top of you, his breaths coming in ragged pants as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his heart hammering against your chest. For a moment, the world ceased to exist outside of the two of you, lost in the blissful haze of passion and intimacy.

Jake's body trembled slightly as he tried to catch his breath, his chest heaving against yours. The intensity of what had just happened left him feeling both satisfied and vulnerable, and he buried his face deeper into the crook of your neck as he tried to wrap his mind around the emotions swirling within him. 

He'd wanted this for so long, and now that he had you in his arms, safe and satisfied, he didn't want to let go. But there was still something else he needed to say, a confession that had been burning within him since the day he met you. 

“Jake..” you murmur his name, he raised his head slightly to look at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of vulnerability and determination. 

"There's... something I need to tell you," he began, his voice a soft rumble against your skin. His hand came up to brush a strand of hair away from your face, his touch gentle yet shaky. "I've been trying to find the right time, but... there's never been a perfect moment."

Your body tenses with his words, anxiety filling you with his words. “What’s wrong?” you grip his forearms gently, fingers digging into his muscles. Jake noticed your tension, his expression turning even more concerned. 

He shifted his body so that he was fully facing you, his eyes fixed on yours. "It's nothing bad, I promise," he started, his voice slightly reassuring. "It's just... something I've been holding onto for a long time. Something I've been too afraid to say."

“What is it Jake? Spit it out, you're scaring me here..” your eyebrows furrow as you gaze at him. His hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb tracing soothing circles against your skin. 

"I'm sorry. I don't want to scare you. It's just..." He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the words he was about to say. "The truth is... I've been in love with you for a long time. Years, actually."

You let out a shaky sigh before giggling, body relaxing into the mattress underneath you. Jake's eyes widened in surprise at your response. He had anticipated many reactions, but laughter was not one of them. "You're... laughing?" he asked, his voice filled with both confusion and disbelief. "Why are you laughing?"

“How long have you been in love with me?” your hands move to cup his cheeks, thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. 

A slight frown tugged at the corners of his mouth, but he didn't pull away from your touch. "Since the day I met you," he admitted softly. "Ever since I laid eyes on you, I've been captivated. It was like a punch to the gut, and I couldn't shake the feeling no matter how hard I tried."

“You should’ve said something earlier.” you press a soft kiss to his lips, teeth tugging on his bottom lip as you pull away. He chuckled softly as you pulled away, a hint of amusement in his eyes. 

"Yeah, hindsight's 20/20, right?" He cupped your chin, his thumb brushing over your lips. "I was scared. I didn't think you felt the same way, and I didn't want to ruin our friendship if I was wrong." 

You kiss him again, loving the taste and feel of his lips against you. Jake melts into the kiss, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you closer. He deepened the kiss, his tongue meeting yours in a slow, passionate dance. 

It was a kiss filled with years of pent-up desire, years of holding back his feelings. When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath coming in short gasps. “I love you too Jake, I always have.” you murmur, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. 

He was certain he'd misheard you, or that this entire moment was a dream. But the feel of your body against his, the tenderness in your voice, told him that this was real. That you genuinely felt the same way about him. He tightened his arms around you, pulling you against his chest.

"You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that," he murmured, his voice filled with both ecstasy and relief. He lays back, pulling you onto his chest, you trace soft circles onto his chest. 

“Jake, you know…” He hummed in response, his eyes half-lidded as he reveled in the feeling of your touch. 

"Yeah, sweetheart?" he asked, one of his hands idly playing with your hair. 

“We never finished my massage.” you murmur, cheek pressed against his smooth skin. A sly smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he processed your words. He didn't know how he could have forgotten about your unfinished massage, considering how much he'd been looking forward to it.

"You're right," he replied, his voice taking on a more sultry tone. "We never did finish that massage, did we?"

[fortyflightower]

started working on jousters sweater hehe..had to tweak the pattern a bit bc it was kind of absurdly big but hopefully the design will still read okay w less detail. also using multiple colors is nowhere near as hard as i expected it to be…… granted i did kind of start making it up as i went based off of like one and a half tutorials i watched but i think it’s turning out fine so far.

[oilith]

Don't laugh at people or mock people who are "childish". People are allowed to like things that are considered "childish". Toys, kids cartoons, anything like that can be a valuable source of comfort for the people who like them. It's important to have things in life that make you happy, and without them it gets miserable. Wether that thing is stuffed animals or cooking or writing lyrics, what's important is that others don't ridicule and belittle them for it. There shouldn't be such judgement for the things that make people happy.

[rystiel]

i feel like poolverine easily could’ve been one of those “they’re flirty but it’s mostly unserious” situations, and for most of the movie yeah they were extremely gay, but wade’s been like that with other guys and it was never treated as a serious type of relationship before. they’re willing to die for each other, but even then the romantic aspect of their relationship could be glossed over because it’s a superhero movie, that’s just what they do, and they’re working together to save a whole timeline—it’s not just about them. but then the movie doesn’t end with them saving the day and moving on. i think this’s really the part that sells poolverine as a genuine relationship to me… logan’s leaving, and wade calls for him. he can’t stand to let him go. then he introduces him to his family, and logan stays. he doesn’t really need to stay, but they’ve both decided they’re better off with one another than without

[bred-is-a-dumb-name]

Genuinely don't know what to do abt this shit anymore man. I've been on tumblr for so long, have had so many blogs, have lived through all sorts of wild shit that staff does. I have nowhere else to go either. Nowhere else can provide what this platform does for me. But this treatment of trans folk has me legitimately scared for the future of this place if something thats clearly visibly a joke can get you banned for life. When hateful terfs can just say whatever they want and not have problems if they get reported. I mean this isn't fucking twitter. I just. Fuck dude. Idk. I'm worried and angry and as a trans person I'm scared to even make jokes abt this situation lest i also get banned for "death threats" or something. This is insane. And it's gone on for a while now. And fuck. Tumblr needs to do better. Seriously.

[housecow]

I am surprised that you still can't find a partner. You're gorgeous, interesting and cute at the same time.

(probably because you may be a federal agent)

i suffer from “can’t communicate effectively because of anxiety” BUT it’s getting a lot better!!!

i’ve also had a lot of “you are great but i’m seeing someone else now, bye” experiences. like, this happened three times. two in one year 😭 it takes a while to get over that and restore your self confidence, lol!!