#but then i reALIZED THAT EVEN NOW THEIR BANGS ARE LIKE THAT

[dammit-tazmuir]

It's also coming from a Pyrrha who knew Wake died with a baby that Pyrrha believed for two decades was hers.

Hers or G1deon's, I guess, but honestly? G1deon was "legendarily unamorous", and coupled with Wake's "later I kissed him before I knew what you were", I personally get the impression G1deon was aroace-spec of a recipro-variety, where the sheer intensity of Wake's attraction and confidence with which she acted like they were already intimate sparked something in him. (Even then, I have to wonder if he might have been more chaste than Pyrrha?) Point is though, from Pyrrha's perspective, there'd be a solid case to see any conceived kid as still hers regardless of who was fronting, even if the body sharing wasn't already enough to nullify any distinction.

Pyrrha spent nineteen years grieving a child she thought was hers only to find out the kid was alive (and now isn't, but kind of is, but it's complicated) but not hers, but she's still Wake's child and that still means something. And also, far more than Pyrrha realized, this kid is the thing Wake died for. The thing she and G1deon were ordered to kill Wake for. The Bomb with which she'd wanted to damn near literally rig the universe to explode, that she was so determined to procure she grew it with her own body for nine grueling months. Gideon is the single most Landmine People thing Wake ever did incarnate.

And then when Pyrrha does meet her (but she's not who she thought, but also not as dead as she thought, but also holy shit she's WHAT now? and JOHN'S?) they get all of a few minutes to actually talk as they're trying not to die (again for real this time, or maybe worse in the River), and THEN, for all Pyrrha knows, she might have lost her AGAIN, IMMEDIATELY. And she spends six months "playing mother and father" to a kid who does not look like Wake and is not the young woman she so briefly met but may or may not have part of the same soul? And it turns out she doesn't (unless), and she loves Nona as Nona even when she grows to understand she's Alecto, but Gideon is still around and once again sporting that fiery red hair.

AND FROM GIDEON'S PERSPECTIVE...

:/ Some dead chick who apparently could hijack her necro's body used that to bang her mom (who was not only apparently a huge dick but managed to betray Gideon's trust beyond anything she could have ever imagined despite having been dead for all but one day of Gideon's entire life) and for some reason thinks that gives her any kind of connection to Gideon. Like, okay??? Even her mom didn't see her as a daughter, why the fuck is this bitch trying to all of a sudden? Plus she just got one new parent and frankly he kinda sucks but he's God and he actually makes her feel special and important. At least he didn't know she existed! Pyrrha can't say the same! Hell, Pyrrha basically killed Gideon once already (or might literally have but ya know, Jesus). And she wants to, what, just be buddy-buddy now? Because she had the hots for Gideon's mom? Shut the fuck up.

As we the audience sit recognizing how insanely good and healing for each other they could be if they really got the chance and not knowing for sure if they ever will. I hate it here.

the miscommunication between Pyrrha and Gideon is killing me. when Pyrrha brings up Wake, she is saying "your mother was important to me, I wanted to be someone important to you too. I still do". but Wake is a sore spot for Gideon! the very first thing we learn about her is that she loves her mother, she goes down to talk to her bones one last time. Gideon survived the Ninth believing that at least her mother loved her

and then she is proven wrong! Wake had her just to kill her, didn't even name her, instead calling her Bomb! she is mourning the idea of a mother and every time Pyrrha brings up fucking Wake, an awkward way to show she cares, it's just another reminder that her mother never loved her. I need to hug her so bad

[divinedelusional]

how rafe would treat his gf on her period

rafe cameron x fem reader

word count: 796

warnings: menstruation, mentions of toxic relationship and period sex

a/n: yeah this is how rafe treats his girl on her period but also how he would be like in a relationship throughout the seasons? i got carried away, sorry not sorry

s1 rafe: sooo i feel like fratboy!rafe genuinely doesn't give a fuck, i don't even know if he would be capable of being in a relationship. i see him being involved with a girl but only for sex and he would only know she's on her period bc she would just text him that they can't meet today bc of it and he'd be like "uh huh cool" and would go jerk off

s2 rafe: here i think situation would be slightly different. i think our psycho bby could acc develop feelings for a girl, it would mostly be just sex but he could start falling for someone. so i think he'd fight a battle in his mind if he should come over to the girl's house and be there for her on her period or to completely neglect her. it's just he doesn't have a clue what to do and tbh he's occupied with other shit, he uses sex with her to forget. i think it's very similar to s1 rafe but with guilt and feelings creeping in (and obvious denial for this emotions)

s3 rafe: so okay we all know the shift from curtain bangs psycho rafey to buzz cut man of the house rafe who looked like he's getting his shit together. of course that means he's different when it comes to relationships. he still deals with a lot, but he finds you. and he kinda sees you as this light. a small light who he has to be very careful with so it won't go out. he is attentive to you. treats you right, but with some sort of distance and you don't blame him. he doesn't spend every day with you, he didn't even ask you to be his girlfriend yet, didn't make it official but he will and somehow you know it. when you're on your period you become quiet. you don't text him, but he finds out as he had a feeling that he should drop by your house. he finds you on your couch with a heating bag and cookies. you told him you weren't feeling well and he ordered you hot soup and made a quick run to pharmacy for some medicine. he still was clueless and thought you caught a cold. "rafe im not sick im just on my period" "oh" it's not like he avoids you, no. he visits you everday for the next four days but doesn't stay for long, always excusing himself with some meeting or business. you know he means the best for you but wish that he's going to be able to let you in soon. you're really patient with him, but start having doubts.

s4 rafe: is now fully committed to you. you talked to him how you really felt about this relationship. that you really cared and wanted to give him as much time as he needed, but also you couldn't waste it anymore waiting for him. and rafe realized that nobody else would have such patience for him. he was thinking about you a lot and he admitted to himself that you were the one. he made your relationship official and two months later you were living together. he was spoiling you, really. taking you on dates, buying you gifts and most importantly giving you his time. getting to know you, observing your daily habits, remembering stuff you said. your likes and dislikes. no wonder he became pussy whipped. and started to feel like he knows you better than yourself.

that's why when it's that time of the month you don't have to say anything. rafe knows. just by the way you whine when you wake up, he knows if you'd be able to get out of bed and get on with your day or you'd want to stay in bed cuddling, because he's your personal heater, makes back pain go away. gives you massages. cuddles with you all morning untill your stomach start to signal that it's time for some food. oh and he doesn't care about his schedule. he could clear it off, cancel the meetings, but he doesn't bother. his girl is the most important, his business associates don't even deserve a phone call on a day his girl is in pain. also he's not opposed to period sex at. all. orgasm is a great way to reduce cramps, so if that works for you and you want him to help you, he is the happiest to do so. if you're not comfortable with having sex these days he totally understands. wouldn't even thought of forcing you to do something, on your period or not. when he discovered that he has so much love in him, his only interest is to give it to you♡

dividers by: @bernardsbendystraws

tagging: @sugaraanddiesel @cherrylipglossss hope they'll enjoy it and @cameronsprincess bc maybe it will put a smile on her face♡

[niilue]

haii! can i request gojo + feminization + oral fixation + male reader?? thank you! 🩷

— gojo satoru • jujutsu kaisen —

cw: dom reader, male reader, sub gojo, feminization, oral fixation

niilue’s 3k event

“come on, satoru… show me how pretty you look.”

gojo’s cheeks were flushed pink, a stark contrast to the pale blue lace panties stretched snug across his hips. the matching garter straps clung to his thighs, accentuating every inch of his long legs. his usual cocky grin was gone, replaced with something softer — something desperate.

he was already on his knees, hands resting on his thighs, fingers twitching as he glanced up at you from under his snowy bangs. his lips, usually quick with teasing remarks, now trembled slightly, parted just enough for you to catch a glimpse of his pink tongue.

“you’re quiet,” you murmured, stepping closer. your fingers brushed over his jaw, tilting his chin up so his ocean-blue eyes met yours. “what’s wrong? cat got your tongue?”

gojo swallowed hard, his gaze flickering between your face and the obvious bulge pressing against your pants. he licked his lips without even realizing it — that pretty, pouty mouth of his already working in ways he didn’t even need to think about.

“you want something, don’t you?”

his nod was immediate, but his voice was barely above a whisper. “please…”

“please, what?”

a whine slipped past his lips as he shifted on his knees, the garters digging into his skin with every movement. he looked wrecked already, just from your presence, his usual bravado stripped away the moment he put on the lace.

“want… want it in my mouth,” he whispered, voice trembling with need.

“of course you do.”

you let out a soft chuckle, tracing your thumb along his lower lip. he sucked it in without hesitation, his eyes fluttering shut as he hollowed his cheeks, sucking gently. the way his tongue swirled around your thumb was obscene — slow, deliberate, like he was savoring every second of having something between his lips.

“such a good little thing,” you murmured, watching how his lashes fluttered with every movement. “you love having your mouth full, don’t you?”

gojo whimpered around your thumb, nodding as his hips twitched involuntarily. you could see the bulge straining against the lace panties, a wet patch already forming at the front. he was completely gone — needy, desperate, falling apart just from this.

pulling your thumb from his mouth with a soft pop, you ran your fingers through his hair, gripping it just enough to make him gasp.

“open.”

his mouth fell open immediately, tongue out, eyes wide and glassy as he stared up at you. the sight was almost too much — gojo satoru, the strongest, kneeling at your feet, dressed up like your personal plaything, ready to take whatever you gave him.

“good boy,” you whispered, undoing your belt. “now, be sweet and keep sucking until i tell you to stop.”

and as your cock pressed past his lips, gojo moaned, his lashes fluttering again as he eagerly took you in, losing himself completely to the warmth, the weight, the taste.

word count: 490

[sevikasbooyahh]

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

Pairing: Caitlyn Kiramman x Reader

Summary: It’s been a few days since the war ended, Caitlyn is recovering from her injuries. Despite that, she still has the responsibilities of a Kiramman that weigh upon her. Luckily, she has you to ground her.

A/N: Love my wife DOWN—this is a bit long cause I just love writing from her perspective (in a way). This is her late birthday present :3

She looked through the scope of the sniper with her remaining eye, focused on the target; the bright red spot in the middle of the silhouette head.

Bang!

The golden bullet soared through the air, the Kiramman crest implanted on it shining through the air. A quick swish interrupting the silent atmosphere.

It missed the bullseye, by a few inches.

Dammit.

She growled under her breath, looking down at her sniper. The sound of it slamming onto the ground echoed through the empty room.

She’s been in here for quite a while, hours. She didn’t get a single shot but was determined to stay until she got one. Talk about stubborn.

She’s known for her excellent shooting skills, one of the best in Piltover. And now…she can’t even hit a single bullseye.

What a disappointment.

What would Grayson think, seeing the girl she trained in shooting, not even able to hit the target?

What would her mother think? Her daughter had done so much damage. Went against her morals and now deeply regretted it, the amount of guilt she felt is a consequence itself.

What a disappointment.

She attempted to take deep breaths, a practice she’s been working on with you. But the feelings kept bubbling up, like an active volcano, on the verge of a damaging explosion. So caught up in her thoughts, the sound of your footsteps didn’t register.

“Cait?,” you tilted your head into the room, watching her stiff form slightly relax at the sound of your voice. She didn’t look back, shame settling in from her outburst.

“Baby, you’ve been in here for hours, it’s starting to get late,” you spoke to her gently, being careful not to aggravate her any further.

“I still have work to do,” the words came out in a cold tone. She turned her head in your direction, didn’t look at you.

A sigh is all she received in return. “Don’t stay up all night,” with that, you walked back down the hall; heading to the bedroom.

The room was incredibly spacious, its tall ceilings and wide walls created a relaxing environment. In the middle was her bed, a queen size, large enough for the both of you.

Her wealth was a privilege, she is privileged. She realized at a very young age, not everyone has what she has. And that always plagued her thoughts, especially when she first saw Zaun’s condition.

Do your part, help those who are oppressed under this system.

It was always felt like her responsibility.

—★—

In her office, Caitlyn stared at the letter in front of her, sent by the council. She hasn’t visited a meeting ever since she declared her position as a decorated officer; firmly explaining her objectives to take down the system in Zaun.

Dear Ms. Kiramman,

We call you to a mandatory meeting, tomorrow at noon. There are many issues to be discussed.

- The Piltovian Council

She bit the inside of her cheek, going over the words several times. Ever since her mother’s passing, the chair was passed onto her. Although, Mel, near a sister to her, advised that she took the time to grieve, so much for that.

The mage was going to leave for Noxus, it saddened her, even if she would visit and send letters; it wouldn’t be the same.

She isn’t completely lonely, she has her father, and you of course. It’s like an itch, it won’t go away.

Maybe it’s because the older woman was the sister she always wanted. Similar to how Jayce was the brother she never had. Now he’s gone…left another hole that she can’t fill.

—★—

It was past midnight, the cold air from the open balcony door provided at least a touch of fresh air. You forced yourself to stay awake, waiting until Caitlyn came back to bed. Even while in and out of sleep, she was the first thing on your mind; knowing she was cooped up in her office, trying to rush through paperwork that wasn’t due until weeks from now. She’s been working herself to the bone. You were afraid that if she kept pushing and pushing, her body would drop from exhaustion.

The door creaked as it slowly opened then shut. She stood there for a moment to test if you were awake; she got her answer when you turned around to look at her. The dark lighting of the room preventing you from seeing her features.

The sheets crinkled under you as you got up from the bed; taking her hand and leading her to her bathroom. “I know you haven’t been properly taking care of yourself. I can smell it,” you scrunched up your nose, attempting to lighten up the mood. The slightest smile traced her lips but faded as fast as it came.

You carefully undressed her, revealing her bare body, nothing you haven’t seen before. Your finger traced the stitches of where she had gotten stabbed; trailing it back to her eyepatch.

“You can take it off, you know?” You looked at the patch that matched her hair. You had to admit, it was adorable.

All she did was give a single nod, slowly removing it—the hidden eye finally seeing the light. Doctors had to perform a tarsorrhaphy, as her eye would not be able to close on its own.

It didn’t bother you because it ‘altered’ her appearance but that she would struggle. Her depth perception was poor, she wasn’t able to navigate how far away objects are. It hurts your heart to see that she’s been getting so frustrated with herself and having occasional outbursts.

You zoned back into reality when she turned on the hot water, steam soon filling the room. She didn’t like her showers just hot but boiling. It concerned you at one point of how her skin didn’t get irritated.

She stepped in and her shoulders slightly dropped, bowing her head down. Stepping in behind her, you grabbed her wash cloth and lathered it in soap.

You rubbed the cloth against her body, cleansing her skin. She moaned quietly out of relief, she really needed this.

—★—

A strangled gasp escaped her mouth; gasping for air as she awakened. The nightmare playing on repeat in her mind.

Jinx. Torture. Gun to her head.

She hardly talked to you about her time with Jinx. How deeply it affected her. Her mother’s death was the tip of the iceberg. What that girl did to her haunted her every night afterwards, she couldn’t even bathe by herself. It was you that got into the shower every night and protected her from the hallucinations that lingered.

You knew what happened as soon as you felt her jolt. Reaching to the nightstand and flicking on the lamp, partially lighting the room. You could see her clearly.

Her chest moving up and down with every breath she took. The sweat dripping against her pale skin. How her eye was wide and scanning the room as if cautiously looking for somebody.

She sighed, lying her head back down on the pillow. “I’m sorry..” she whispered, the words cracking like an object under pressure. “I—I know I’ve been distant as of late. I just…everything’s coming back to me. It’s overwhelming, like I’m suffocating.”

Pressing your body against hers, you held a hand to her cheek, gently stroking your thumb near the eyepatch. She leaned into your touch, her eye closing at the soft sensation of your palm—savoring it.

“You’ve been through so much, we both have, and that’s not stopping me from loving you.” You lift her head to where she’d meet your gaze.

Water swelled up in her eye, though she tried to blink it away, a tear still fell. You didn’t wipe it away, instead letting it linger.

“I’m here,” your soft whisper caused her to finally break. Her eyes squinting as she let out a quiet sob, burying her face into your neck. It’s the one place where she felt safe, secure. Your hand rested on the back of her head, stroking the deep blue hair.

“I…” she sniffled, “I don’t deserve you.” You never wanted to hear those words coming out of her mouth. Sure, maybe she didn’t deserve you, her actions needed to come with consequence. But from what you’ve seen, she’s been beating herself up over this.

And after all that she’s been through, you never gave up on her. Even if her grief led her actions, resulting in chaos.

You were determined, and that’s what she loved most about you.

“Nothing will stray me away, okay? We’ll get through this together.” You looked down at her for confirmation. She lifted her head, giving a small nod.

She slowly wiped her tears away, “I think I need a break,” she admitted with a humorless laugh. “I’ve been so focused on trying to fix everything that I set unrealistic expectations. I can’t do everything but…what am I going to do?” She looked into your eyes, searching for an answer.

“What you need to do is take it slow, progress doesn’t come immediately. Patience is the most valuable thing you can have right now.”

The words seemed to get through to her, thankfully. But all she really wanted—needed right now, is you.

You laid back down on the soft but firm mattress, pulling her down with you. “Try and get some actual rest,” her head rested on your chest, cheek pressed again it. Her long legs tangling around your frame, pulling you closer as to mold herself into you.

“I love you..” her muffled words vibrated across your body. “I love you too,” you smiled as your eyes began to close.

She couldn’t ask for anything better.

A/N: Definitely the longest fic I’ve written in a while, it shows how much I love her!

[gloomysoup]

he's probably worried (not hiding anymore)

@steddiebingo christmas card prompt: secret relationship

rating: teen+ | word count: 717 | tags: post-s3, post- starcourt, coming out | ao3

The air is filled with red-orange flames and smoke as the mall burns to the ground in front of him. His head is still spinning, face throbbing, and he can barely breathe. The adrenaline is starting to fade, and Steve’s injuries are making themselves known. He stands side-by-side with Robin, neither of them saying a word. Everything has changed. Neither of them will ever be the same person they once were.

Steve has a fleeting thought that Eddie must be worried. It's gone just as soon as it was there when the paramedics are ushering them into the ambulance and taking them to the hospital.

Everything is a blur of sirens and lights, Robin’s hand in his, a shock blanket around his shoulders. Doctors and bright lights, wires and beeping machines. He gets set up in a room for monitoring. Robin is okay. The kids are okay. Everyone is okay.

Steve doesn't even register what's happening when the nurse says they're going to call his emergency contact. His brain still feels a little fuzzy, even if things are starting to become clearer.

Everyone is gathered in Steve’s room. Robin and Dustin are sitting at the end of the bed, on either side of his legs. Robin refuses to leave his side. Steve is thinking about Eddie again.

Steve is late for dinner. He's probably so worried.

There's heavy footsteps in the hallway, shoes squeaking on the linoleum. The door flies open, and a head of curls stumbles into the room. Eddie’s eyes find Steve’s quickly, wild and full of fear and concern. He quickly crosses the room, pulling Steve into a tight hug. The room falls silent around them.

“Christ, Steve, I was so worried about you,” Eddie whispers, his voice tight like he's trying not to cry. “Are you okay? What happened?”

“I'm okay, promise. Just a little banged up, that's all.”

Eddie sucks in a very shaky breath, not letting go of Steve. “You're not allowed to scare me like that anymore, asshole. I can't handle it.”

“I'll do my best. How'd you even know I was here?”

Eddie pulls back, his hands resting on the sides of Steve’s face. “The hospital called Wayne.”

The door opens again, and there's Wayne. Steve notes that he looks tired, but the older man smiles when his gaze lands on Steve.

“Glad to see you're still kickin’, kid,” he says, the worry washing away from his face.

“Sorry, Wayne, can't get rid of me that easy,” Steve says with a grin that pulls at his cuts and bruises. Wayne barks a laugh at that, shaking his head.

“What the hell is going on?” Dustin says, finally finding his voice.

Eddie's eyes go wide as he suddenly seems to realize they are not alone in the room. Steve grabs Eddie’s hand with a smile and gives it a squeeze. Then he clears his throat and looks at Dustin.

"Wayne is my emergency contact,” he explains. “Has been for a little while now. I've, uh… kinda been staying with them from time to time.”

Dustin frowns, his eyebrows knit together. “But… why?”

Steve glances at Eddie, squeezing his hand again. He takes a deep breath. It's now or never. “Eddie is… my boyfriend.”

It's the first time he's said the words out loud. It's the first time they put an actual label on what they are, what they truly mean to each other. They've been boyfriends for a little while now, but they never actually talked about it. There was always so much sneaking around and secrets and keeping it under wraps. They were both scared.

Not anymore.

Steve isn't scared to hide Eddie away from his friends, from his family. The people who truly matter. Not when Eddie has never been scared of hiding him from Wayne, his family. He's done being scared, because he knows there's so many scarier things out there. He knows that monsters are real, and he knows it'll take a lot more than a boyfriend to run off his monster hunting family.

So he smiles at Eddie, and he calls him boyfriend. Because that's what he is. He's Steve’s boyfriend, and he loves him.

He's done keeping that a secret from the people who have always had his back, despite what they've been through.

[clubsmarties]

He couldn't wipe the silly little smile off his face as she corrected him. She liked the movies and now he had even more inside look to how much she paid attention to movies. Disney movies to be exact. That alone made him chuckle to himself. "Who needs human companions when you've got Dolly." His pup knew his voice and even in her sleep her tail wagged. She truly did love him.

"Don't have to. You just said it." Wally laughed. "But, no. Talking to you keeps my mind from running back to work and the thousand other things that need to be done. Your voice is nice to listen to. Should do an audiobook of your favorite book. I'd for sure buy it." She could sell a sack of potatoes and he'd still buy it.

Her hey made him smile and had him chew on his lower lip. It was something he'd noticed when she truly enjoyed something. Where he thought she'd let her guard down enough to be seen. It was nice. "Not a bad thing. It's cute. Like dimples." Or so he had heard. People commented on the family trait more than he cared to admit. Then his eyes went to her arm covering her face and saw it. His hoodie. Even in the dark he'd recognize it. It was the one he had given her at the lighthouse. It was a funny feeling seeing her wear it when he wasn't around. It gave him the very possible scenario that she wore it more times than she had admitted and that it hadn't indeed collected dust in the back of her closet. She kept it. Now that made hope bloom in his chest. Maybe, perhaps, she did feel the same as he did about her.

Deflecting was the name of the game sometimes with her but that still didn't deter him. "Like what? If you say body then you can't say that. You can't copy me." He teased knowing that if anything whatever she stashed in her closet couldn't be as horrible as she made it out to be. "You'd have the best time with a collectible Disney sweater."

He laughed and shook his head. Clearing his throat a second later. "No, not forcing you. Your call remember. I just pack things in so you wouldn't be one to call me a boring tour guide. You can decide what you want to do. But I am gonna insist on the lighthouses trip. Those are always fun and you don't have to be attached to me the entire time. You can explore and meet me in the middle. Sunset tour is really cool though. If you like it maybe you can take Anna and Charlie and Orion out there."

He could tell she was on her way off to sleep and let her continue to talk. His somewhat lopsided plan was working of getting her to fall asleep first. That was the real reason he could fall asleep knowing she was safely off. Sweats and his hoodie made him smile. "Great idea, you got it," he whispered as he made sure to lower it and whistled lowly to his pup who had her ears perked. Gave her the snuggle command in French and saw his dog further lean her head on her chest. Goodnight lila. Was the last thing he said before he fell asleep without hanging up the call.

The morning light hurt his eyes as he opened them up and saw his phone was at 17% battery but still could see Dolly on top of Liz just looking at the screen. She put her head on her paws happily wagging her tail. He waved at her and made a shh sound as he got up and plugged in his phone getting up. He put it on mute so he could get the shower and eat something before she woke back up and realized they'd fallen asleep together on the phone and they were still on call.

After he finished and got dressed. This time in a dark blue long sleeve shirt and his hair was not covered in gel yet, his one bang laid on his side as he shuffled around cleaning up after himself. When he turned the phone around and unmuted it he figured he'd make his presence known.

"I'd totally share my waffles with you if I could. Though I don't know may rethink it because these are really good. Reminds me of the ones at the diner. The ones you didn't realize were hot."

"Nope. I did not quote. I merely commented on the situation and its comparative nature to this situation is all." Elizabeth rebutted, voice growing softer as she let the calm motions of absentmindedly petting Dolly and the stillness of not doing anything seep in. "And it's just a movie, no big deal. And for the record I'm glad too, she's a wonderful hiking companion."

She was too tired to keep up a façade about how he didn't make her smile sometimes, especially now when he acted like a kid. Ever since the lighthouse, in which she slipped up more than she usually did, she couldn't place her finger on it. At first she found it too childish, annoyingly so, especially from someone that was an Agent. Somehow, she had began to find it endearing? Was that it ? Well whatever it was, a wide smile replaced her usual stoic features. "Well, that sounds like a lie," She sighed snuggling closer to Dolly. "Seeing as you're still wide awake. Just admit that I am the only one that would pick up at this hour so you decided to annoy me. "

At the mention of her teeth, her hand came up to her face. "Hey!" There was no denying she was in his hoodie now as it was more visible. Fingers and his hoodie sleeve covered her nose and mouth, no one had ever mentioned it before or bothered to care or ever noticed her teeth. She hadn't ever thought them that prominent, just once when her stepmother called them out in her teens on a job. It made her feel seen, exposed. He had such an uncanny ability to hone in on the things others never saw. He is an agent, her brain reprimanded her, she needed to stop thinking that he was just someone else. One false move would land her where she never wanted to be.

"I'll put it in the box, don't want to be hoarding your things in my closet. There are things I could be stashing in there." Was she being slightly mean, sure, but she also didn't want me to get too comfortable. She would be gone soon, she kept telling herself, she just needed the right person to take over the office and she'd be off again. "I might borrow it though, if Anna and Charlie decide to come to the resort. I'll try to blend in."

Just the thought of all the activities that Wally was trying to cram into one week made her feel tired already but there was a sense of adventure that she couldn't deny. She was too tired now to start an argument about how hope is not real and just meant to crush people, it would be for another time. "Sunset Tour? You're making me hang out with you all day everyday aren't you? " There was no bite to it as nuzzled against the back of Dolly's head, the stillness, the quiet of the apartment seeping in and lulling her to sleep slowly. "Crowds are fine. I like crowds. Easy to blend in. Gossip to hear." She muttered. "Sweats. Sweats are comfortable. I'll wear sweats. And your hoodie." A soft sigh as her eyelids began to close over her hazel eyes. "It's comfortable too." Dolly moved slightly getting more comfortable herself, making Elizabeth smile lazily and sheepishly before snuggling against the border collie again. "Can we go to the falls? I heard its pretty. I'll do the cave if we can go to the falls." It was all soft muttering, not too different then when a child tried to keep from falling asleep.

[burningred1989]

CHERRY FLAVOURED

A/N: Hiii!!! Haven’t posted in a long while, hope you enjoy reading this one.

Based on the song “Cherry Flavoured” by The Neighbourhood

MASTERLIST

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The night was heavy with silence, the kind that felt both suffocating and freeing. Harry found himself wandering aimlessly, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his coat, his head bowed against the cool breeze. He didn’t know what he was looking for—solace, maybe, or just a break from the weight pressing down on his chest.

Eventually, his feet led him to an old, abandoned bridge on the outskirts of town. The wooden planks creaked beneath his boots as he walked, the faint smell of rust and damp wood filling the air. A set of train tracks ran below, but they hadn’t been used in years. The bridge had become a relic, a quiet place for people to escape to when they didn’t want to be found.

Harry took a seat on the edge of the bridge, his legs dangling over the side. The night stretched out before him, the stars scattered across the sky like tiny pinpricks of light. The breeze was cool against his face, carrying with it the faint scent of pine and earth. For the first time in days, he felt like he could breathe.

As he stared out into the darkness, he noticed a faint glow out of the corner of his eye. Smoke curled lazily into the air, illuminated by the moonlight. Turning his head, he saw her—a blonde girl with a layered wolf cut and bangs, her lips painted a striking red, eyeliner framing her eyes like art. She was leaning against the railing a few feet away, a cigarette perched between her fingers. She wore a faded band tee under a leather jacket, paired with baggy jeans that hung loosely around her frame.

“Oh, sorry,” Harry said, his voice soft, almost apologetic. “I didn’t realize someone was here.”

The girl didn’t respond. She didn’t even look at him. Instead, she took a slow drag from her cigarette, exhaling the smoke in a steady stream. Without a word, she slid her box of cigarettes and lighter across the wooden planks, stopping just in front of him.

Harry hesitated for a moment, surprised by the silent gesture. Then he smiled—a small, genuine smile that he hadn’t felt in a while—and took one. He lit it, the flicker of the flame briefly illuminating his face.

In return, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a pack of cherry-flavored suckers. He slid them across the space between them, mirroring her silent offer.

The girl glanced down at the pack, and for the first time, a faint smile tugged at her lips. She picked one out, unwrapped it, and popped it into her mouth, the red of the candy matching her lipstick.

Harry swore he felt butterflies in his stomach.

They sat there in silence, the occasional flicker of their cigarettes and the soft crunch of the sucker the only sounds breaking the quiet. The stars above seemed to shine a little brighter, the breeze carrying an unspoken understanding between them.

For Harry, it was a rare moment of peace. He wasn’t Harry Styles, the pop star, the icon, the face on every magazine cover. He was just a man sitting on an old bridge, sharing a quiet moment with a stranger who didn’t seem to care who he was.

The girl leaned back against the railing, her gaze fixed on the sky. Harry followed her line of sight, his eyes tracing the constellations. The silence between them wasn’t awkward—it was comforting, like an unspoken agreement to just exist together in this moment.

After a while, Harry turned his head to look at her. She wasn’t looking at him, but there was a softness to her expression that made his chest ache. He didn’t know her name, her story, or why she was here, but he felt an odd sense of connection to her.

“Thanks,” he said quietly, holding up the cigarette.

She didn’t respond, but she tilted her head slightly, acknowledging him.

Harry smiled to himself and leaned back, letting his head rest against the railing. The night felt lighter now, the weight on his chest easing just a little. For the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel alone.

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The abandoned bridge became Harry’s sanctuary. Whenever the weight of his world became too much—whether it was the relentless pressure of fame, the hollow ache of loneliness, or the nights when sleep wouldn’t come—he found himself drawn to the quiet solace of the bridge. It was a place where the world seemed to stand still, where the stars shone a little brighter, and the breeze carried a strange kind of peace.

Each time he arrived, she was already there. The blonde girl with the wolf cut, red lips, and a leather jacket always seemed to appear like clockwork, as if she knew he’d be there. She sat on the same spot, leaning against the railing, her cigarette glowing faintly in the dark.

Harry never asked why she was there or what she was escaping from. He never needed to.

Without fail, when he sat down beside her, she’d slide her box of cigarettes and lighter across the wooden planks without a word. It had become their unspoken ritual. Harry would smile softly, take one, and light it, the flame briefly illuminating his face. In return, he’d pull out a cherry sucker from his pocket and slide it toward her.

She always accepted, unwrapping the candy and popping it into her mouth. The faint crunch of the sucker and the soft exhale of smoke were the only sounds between them.

They never spoke.

At first, Harry had found the silence strange. He wasn’t used to it. His life was a constant stream of noise—interviews, concerts, fans, cameras flashing. But with her, the silence felt like a gift. It wasn’t awkward or heavy; it was easy, natural, as if they’d known each other for years.

Sometimes, he’d steal a glance at her out of the corner of his eye. She’d always be staring off into the distance, her expression calm, her lips slightly parted as she exhaled smoke. He often wondered what her voice sounded like, what thoughts ran through her mind. But he never asked.

He appreciated her silence. It was what he needed most on those nights when his own thoughts were too loud.

One night, as they sat together, Harry leaned back against the railing, letting his head tilt up to the stars. “Funny, isn’t it?” he murmured, almost to himself. “How some places feel like home, even when they shouldn’t.”

She didn’t respond, but he saw her glance at him briefly, her lips curving into the faintest smile before she returned her gaze to the horizon.

Another night, the breeze was colder than usual, and Harry noticed her shiver slightly. Without a word, he shrugged off his coat and draped it over her shoulders. She didn’t protest or thank him, but she pulled the coat tighter around herself, her cigarette dangling between her fingers.

Their moments together were like that—simple, unspoken, but deeply comforting.

Harry often found himself looking forward to seeing her, even though he never knew if she’d be there. Yet, she always was, sitting in her usual spot, as if waiting for him.

He wondered about her life. Did she have someone waiting for her at home? Did she feel as lost as he did? But he never asked. It wasn’t about knowing her story or sharing his own. It was about the quiet companionship they offered each other.

One night, as they sat in their usual silence, Harry caught himself smiling. He didn’t know her name, her voice, or her story, but in her presence, he felt a little less alone. And that was enough.

When the night grew too cold or the stars began to fade, Harry would stand, brush off his jeans, and give her a small nod. She’d return the gesture, the cherry sucker still in her mouth, and they’d part ways without a word.

The bridge became their meeting place, their quiet refuge from the world. And though they never spoke, Harry felt a strange connection to her—a bond formed in silence, under the stars, with nothing but cigarettes, cherry suckers, and the understanding that sometimes, words weren’t needed.

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Harry arrived at the bridge that night, expecting to see her there as always, perched in her usual spot with a cigarette in hand. But for the first time since their silent meetings began, she wasn’t there.

He hesitated, looking around, as if she might appear from the shadows. But the bridge was empty, save for the distant hum of the city and the rustling of leaves in the cool night breeze. He sighed, his chest tightening with a disappointment he didn’t fully understand. He had come to rely on her presence more than he realized.

Sitting down on the wooden planks, Harry leaned back against the railing, his mind wandering. He absentmindedly pulled out a cherry sucker from his pocket, rolling it between his fingers. The stars seemed dimmer that night, the air heavier.

Minutes passed, and just as he began to accept that she wouldn’t show, he heard footsteps. He sat up straighter, his heart quickening, and turned toward the sound.

There she was, but something was different. Her usual confident stride was replaced with slow, dragging steps. Her face was illuminated by the faint moonlight, and Harry’s stomach sank when he saw her red, swollen eyes, the tear tracks glistening on her cheeks, and the cut on her bottom lip. She sniffed, her shoulders trembling as she walked closer.

Harry didn’t think. He stood and closed the distance between them in a few strides. Without a word, he pulled her into a hug.

She stiffened at first, clearly startled, but then her body gave way, and she collapsed into him, her arms wrapping tightly around his waist. She sobbed, her cries muffled against his chest, her fingers clutching at the fabric of his coat as if it were the only thing keeping her grounded.

Harry didn’t say anything. He just held her, one hand cradling the back of her head, the other rubbing gentle circles on her back. Her pain was palpable, and he felt it in his own chest, an ache that made his throat tighten.

“It’s okay,” he murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m here.”

They stood like that for what felt like an eternity, her sobs eventually quieting into soft sniffles. When she pulled away, she didn’t look at him, wiping her face with the sleeve of her jacket.

They sat down in their usual spot, the silence between them heavier than it had ever been. She slid her box of cigarettes in between them, her hands shaking slightly. Harry took one, and she lit it for him before lighting her own.

As they sat, the sound of her exhaling smoke broke the quiet. Then, to Harry’s surprise, she spoke.

“I came from an abusive household,” she began, her voice calm, almost detached, as if she were recounting a mundane story.

Harry turned to look at her, his cigarette forgotten between his fingers.

“My dad’s an alcoholic,” she continued, staring out at the stars. “When he gets drunk, he gets mad. And when he gets mad, he hits me. Sometimes my little brother. But mostly me.”

Harry’s jaw clenched, his chest tightening at her words.

“I’ve been taking care of my brother since I was sixteen,” she said, her voice steady, though her hands trembled as she brought the cigarette to her lips. “Working, making sure he has what he needs, trying to keep him in school. I can handle it, you know? I don’t care what my dad does to me, as long as he doesn’t touch my brother.”

Her eyes flicked to Harry for the first time, and he saw a mix of exhaustion and defiance in them.

“Whenever my dad comes home drunk, I leave,” she said, blowing out a cloud of smoke. “I come here and stay until morning. It’s safer that way. For me and for my brother.”

She said it all so matter-of-factly, as if it were normal. Harry’s heart broke for her.

“That’s not fair,” he said softly, his voice thick with emotion.

She shrugged, a bitter smile tugging at her lips. “Life’s not fair.”

Harry leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “You don’t deserve that,” he said, his voice firm. “No one does.”

She didn’t respond, just stared at the stars. After a moment, she placed her head on his shoulder, her hair brushing against his cheek.

“Thanks,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

Harry smiled softly, resting his head against hers. “No,” he said quietly. “Thank you.”

“For what?” she asked, her tone curious.

“For being here,” he replied. “For letting me be here.”

They sat like that for a long time, the silence between them no longer heavy but comforting. The stars above seemed to shine a little brighter, and for the first time in a long while, Harry felt a sense of peace.

[ladynoirfanao3]

This is my first time taking part in the Miraculous Big Bang, and I’m so excited to finally post the first chapter of my Soulmates AU fic! I also am posting the audio versions at the same time, you can find them at the beginning of the chapter (I’m actually silly proud of this one, voicing the angst is so fun!).

This wonderful cover art was drawn by the awesome Wolfishluppa! More art will be coming from @hamsteriffic in the third and final chapter 🥳 Thank you to my betas @aidanchaser @starlightfireflies and @lady-bryght !!

Link and snippet below!

The Love of a Lifetime

It wasn’t fair.

He should have been hers. And she, his.

But with her own death and Hawk Moth’s victory in the way, they couldn’t be together. Not now.

Maybe not ever.

They were finished before they had ever started.

Full summary below the cut.

Summary:

While the rest of the city is enamored by the idea of soulmates, Ladybug feels like the only one who finds the entire concept ridiculous. Unlike her partner—ever the romantic.

And it turns out Ladybug isn’t the only one. When an akumatized villain appears, she forces her victims to not only see their soulmates, but also the most difficult moment in their future—a moment that can only be avoided if the fated pair doesn’t get together.

Chat Noir would have been thrilled at the discovery that Ladybug was his soulmate, if only it wasn’t at the cost of her death. Even Ladybug is devastated to realize for the first time what could have been between the two.

Reluctantly, the partners make the decision to leave what they have learned about each other behind. Ladybug decides to finally do something about her long-time crush, and Chat Noir begins to see his classmate in a whole new light.

Surely, nothing will go wrong when Adrien Agreste and Marinette Dupain-Cheng begin dating.

[violetflowers55]

Hot & Cold - Chapter 3

(Dr. Phosphorus x fem!reader)

Synopsis: Phosphorus thinks over your night together as you sleep in his arms. As much as he loved it, you wake up with instant regret. Luckily, Nina and The Bride’s escape provides an out.

Notes: I fudged the canon timeline here to allow a night of sleep together. Shorter chapter to break things up better.

CW: Minor angst over his dead wife, burn marks

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The green glow around him illuminated your figure, peacefully sleeping against his chest. Phosphorus was too worried he’d accidentally set you on fire to sleep. Instead, he studied you, thinking over the night you just shared. You were wrapped around him, one arm slung over his chest and one leg intertwined with one of his. Your head was nestled perfectly in his shoulder, a slight smile on your face even as you sleep.

He couldn’t stop staring at you. He was amazed at how comfortable you looked in his arms, how perfectly you fit together. After his “accident”, he never expected to touch anyone again, much less sleep with someone. His hand mindlessly traced up and down your side, memorizing your soft curves. He studied the features of your face, taking in the shape of your nose, the curves of your lips, the burns along your neck…

The sounds you made just an hour earlier echoed in his ear. Even now, he still struggled to believe it really happened. He slowly moved his hand to pull up your dress to see his handprints burned into your ass.

She let me do that… No, she enjoyed that.

You stirred in your sleep, readjusting slightly. He quickly dropped your nightgown and wrapped his arm around your waist again. You let out a small sigh, signaling your return to deep sleep.

How can she be so comfortable in my arms?

He quietly lifted his free hand up to gently stroke your hair. It was far softer than what he’d expect prison conditioner to achieve. It shined slightly under his glowing hand, in a way that transfixed him.

So beautiful…

As soon as he thought that, he couldn’t help but think of his wife. His heart ached, his body suddenly feeling heavy with guilty. He didn’t deserve this; he didn’t deserve you. You stirred again as his hand stopped moving, letting out a small murmur and shuffling even closer to him. She wasn’t here, but you were. You, who spent all day telling him to fuck off, were here in his arms, sleeping peacefully.

Even if she were here, she wouldn’t love me anymore…

He pushed the thought of his wife out of his mind and focused on the feeling of your body against his, letting himself fall asleep in your embrace.

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A loud banging on the door jolted you awake.

“Y/N! Wake up, we gotta get moving!” shouted Flag through the door.

“Ughhhh,” you groaned, flopping back onto the bed. If the princess was in serious trouble, he would’ve broken down the door. Flagg could wait five minutes. You could hear him banging on the others’ doors as you tried to get some extra rest.

“Ugh, what’s with all the banging?” Phosphorous stirred next to you, his voice deep and groggy.

Fuck. Shit. Fuck.

The memories of last night came flooding back to you like a bad dream. Instantly, you stood up, ready to get out of your room and leave last night behind. As you stood up, your nightgown rode up, the burns on your ass of Phosphorus’s handprints peeking out from underneath. He grinned, the memories of last night coming back to him like he had the best dream ever, only to realize it really happened.

“Where’s the fire, dollface?” He rose to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

Your stomach swirled, your body at odds with your mind.

“Flag, Flag needs us,” you said. You wanted to move away, yet your body stayed in his arms.

“Mm, he can wait. I need you more,” His breath was hot in your ear, his voice low and seductive. His one hand started to drift lower and lower and for a moment, you considered giving into your urges again. Somehow, you managed to force yourself away.

“No, no… um, sorry, I, um,” you stammered, trying to figure out how to say it, “Look, last night was fun, but it’s not happening again. It’s been awhile, I was tired and not thinking straight, and that’s it. Let’s just forget it happened. Ok?”

That wasn’t the real reason you didn’t want to do it again, but you just didn’t feel like having that argument so early in the morning.

“Y/N!!” Flag pounded on the door again, giving you a perfectly timed escape. You quickly got dressed and headed out the door, giving Phosphorus one last look.

“I get it. Its forgotten,” he tried to sound cool, but he seemed deflated. You didn’t have time to deal with it though, nor did you want to.

When you stepped outside your bedroom, you could instantly tell Flag was fuming. G.I and Weasel stood behind him, all ready to go.

“Fuckin’ finally. Now where the hell is Phosphorus?”

Fuck, you hadn’t thought about that. Just as you started to think of a plausible place he could be, he stepped out of your bedroom behind you. Flag’s eyes darted between the two of you, putting the pieces together.

“Did you two…?”

“What? Oh, no, I wish,” Phosphorous laughed, “I woke her up early to, uh, explain last night.”

“Right… ok, well, Nina and the Bride are gone. They could be in trouble. There’s no time to waste,” Flag said, leading you all out of the castle. You shot Phosphorus a grateful glance as you walked.

The five of you climbed into the car once outside. All five of you seemed excessive just to get Nina and The Bride back, but you figured Flag just needed to keep an eye on all of you, especially after Phosphorus’s stunt last night. But soon enough, you’d realize all five of you were definitely needed.

[anonnnnwriter]

Melancholy pt. 2

Satoru Gojo (JJK) x Reader (You!) x Suguru Geto (JJK) (Platonic Relationship! You were all good friends during your high school years.)

mel·an·chol·y /ˈmel(ə)nˌkälē/ noun a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause. except, in this case, there is one. It's December 24th, a day of mourning. You reminisce about the memories you've shared with Suguru Getou, only to realize you are not alone.

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Our Blue Days, A Precious Memory

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 "Yo, Satoru!" Getou greeted his best friend, eagerly waving his hand before placing it back in his pants pocket. "What are you up to?" he inquired shortly after.

        "Getou~!" Satoru Gojo, his only best friend, greeted back with a tune embedded in his voice. "Oh, I bought all of these sweets because I was hungry. I was looking for you. I wanted to share these with you," he spoke with glee. Satoru practically beamed around the other stoic male, whose back was more bent than a shrimp's natural position. It permanently blinded the other in some way figuratively.

        "How curious. I was also looking for you. Nanami and Shoko included," Getou brushed the strand of his hair that hung right before his eye. "There's a new student in town. We're all going to greet them right now. It's better to leave a good impression on them and start with a solid foot, yeah?" 

        "Do I have to go?" Satoru complained almost immediately, huffing as he lowered his dark blue sunglasses to have a better look at his companion. "That sounds like a lot to do already. I want to spend some time with you. I barely have time now with all of the Special Grade missions those old farts are throwing at me back to back," he pouted. "We can eat those sweets on the way and talk. It's not going to be the end of the world, Satoru. I will always be here by your side," Getou reassured the other, who received a toothy grin in reply to his comforting words. "Fine, fine! No need to get so corny with me, geez."

        "Great," Getou smiled. "I know where they are already, so let's get going before we're late." He began to walk ahead as he spoke, Satoru eagerly following behind like a lost puppy. In his old fashion, he swung his arm and slung it over the shoulders of the other, who pushed away his best friend playfully. "Satoru, get off me, and let's hurry up." Getou restated, his slim eyes shutting tightly as his gaze approached the school's pillared hallways. "Yeah, yeah, but can we eat the Kikufuku? I'm starving!"

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Being in Tokyo, Japan's Jujutsu Tech High School was the least of the places you thought you'd be. Having the potential to become a Jujutsu Sorcerer wasn't on your bingo card for this year, either. It was strange. Life has twisted and turned to give you what you longed for: an adventure into the unknown and answers to how you could even see what others could not witness: curses. You didn't want to complain about it, though. In truth, you had nothing to complain about. A change of scenery was primarily needed anyway. 

        You explored the school on your own for the time being. It was extensive and detailed, almost like a shrine. You felt overwhelmed by all the different sights: the dorms, the classrooms, and even battlegrounds with charred marks from previous spars. Your mind wandered to the cool things the Jujutsu Sorcerers could cast and do in general. You felt excited for the future here, which promised much better than your past in Sendai, Miyagi.

        Your solitary walk came to an end as you heard the voices of other students nearby. "They shouldn't be too far now," said a male student to the group. He had flat, blonde hair and a stoic expression. "Is that them in the background?" asked the female student with a cigarette in her mouth. She exhaled black clouds of smoke, which the male student swatted away with annoyance. "Yo!" shouted the white-haired student, who leaned on another student with long hair tied in a bun, his bangs covering his face. He was munching on a pastry. "Over here~!" he waved eagerly. "Lower your voice, Gojo. You're too loud," scolded the blonde-haired student. "They can hear us just fine from here, so the yelling is unnecessary."

        "Oh, come on, Nanami," the white-haired student, now named Gojo, complained to the other. "I'm not that loud. Besides, I bet they didn't notice we were heading their way, so it's essential!" he rolled his eyes, which incredibly called your attention. There was more banter between them back and forth until they finally stopped before you. The female student leaned to look at you better and even separated from the group to circle you, eyeing you from head to toe. "You're the new student, I'm assuming?" she inquired, expecting your answer. You couldn't help but be shy. These were your classmates? They are certainly a colorful bunch. "Ah... yeah, I am the new student. Hello. It's nice to meet you." you bowed in greetings. "Ieiri Shoko," she finally introduced herself. "A pleasure."

        "Oh, are we introducing ourselves already? Don't mind if I do!" spoke the now-called 'Gojo' student. "I'm Satoru Gojo, and this is my best friend, Suguru Getou! We're the strongest here," he stated, full of pride. "Satoru, let me introduce myself to them properly, please... You're embarrassing me." the tall, black-haired student, now named Suguru Geto, raised a hand to cover half of his face, an expression of mild annoyance washing over his semblance. There was a dramatic, offended-like gasp from the other. "There is no way I embarrass you! Come on, it was cool, you know it. First impressions, right?" he poked playfully at the others' side, making him recoil and push the others' faces away with his bare hand. "Satoru..." he grumbled. "We're taking this somewhere else when we're done here." You couldn't tell if it was a joke or a genuine threat. Talking about first impressions... How insufferable is that white-haired guy? "Kento Nanami," spoke the blonde-haired student, extending a hand for a firm handshake, to which you happily obliged, exchanged your name, and did a proper greeting.

        You enjoyed everyone's loud, bubbly company, even if it was random and overwhelming. After introductions, they helped you explore the school and even brought you to your assigned room. Nanami and Shoko helped you get your bedroom set up with all the packages you brought, and Getou and Gojo told you stories about what Jujutsu Sorcerers are tasked to do in their daily lives. You learned that Sorcerers are given a grade and that to get up the ranks, you'd need to be recommended by your teacher to become the same level they both were: First Grade to Special Grade Sorcerers. You were inspired by their bond to become even stronger than before and to be able to help non-sorcerers live happy lives in Japan. After all, that's what Jujutsu Sorcerers do, right?

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Some months have passed since you moved into the Tokyo Jujutsu High School. You've been sent to missions with supervisors and occasionally spar with friends. You've met with interesting people, like Haibara and Mei Mei, and had meaningful conversations with them to kill time when nothing was going on. You also developed some affection towards the building and the people inside, who were your colleagues, especially Suguru Getou and Satoru Gojo. Their friendship was on a cosmic level; that's what you usually thought about, and you were grateful to be part of their adventures.

        "Yo," Suguru greeted you from the end of the hallway. "Oh, Suguru!" you greeted happily, facing him. "What's going on?" you inquired, your eyes sparkling with enthusiasm and excitement. Conversations with him were delightful, and you couldn't help but make it known that you loved his company.

        "Satoru and I were tasked with some Special Grade level mission," he answered.

        "Special Grade level mission?!" your eyes nearly bulged out of your head as you heard him utter that sentence. "How long are you two going away?" you asked with a kicked puppy tone. You surely will miss them either way; you deem them your closest and best friends.

      "I'm not sure," he pondered. "but we'll be back soon enough. I'm sad you're not going with us, though." He extended a hand and gently caressed your head. "I'm going to miss you," he frowned. "Oh, I will miss you and Satoru, too." You shared the sentiment.

        "I'm going to prepare with Satoru now. I'll see you around." Getou bid you farewell as he continued walking down the hallway, in which you waved eagerly a goodbye towards him. "Please stay safe on your journey! And tell Gojo not to die!" Such a statement earned a laugh from the other. "Sure, sure. I'll go do that." 

        That was the last time you'd converse with him so healthily.

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  It's been months since you've seen Haibara, Nanami, Gojo and Getou. They had returned from their Special Grade mission, and you returned from a Grade 1 curse execution mission. You were tired of all you've gone through, but that doesn't matter now; you're back in the school, walking down the hallways, stretching your sore arms, and rubbing your tired eyes. It was still broad daylight, but your body said otherwise: You need a nap. Before you vanished for the day, you looked for any signs of Getou and Gojo. You've been dying to converse with them. They were practically your energy recharge. 

        You unexpectedly encountered Gojo walking down the hallway, dribbling a basketball and humming. Seeing him there instead of in the gym struck you as odd. "Hey, Gojo! It's unusual not to see you with Getou. Where is he?" you greeted and asked, catching his attention. "Oh, hey! I'm not sure where Getou is. I'm looking for him. I think he's taking a shower or something," he replied, lowering his sunglasses to reveal his crystal-blue eyes. You always found his sudden gaze mesmerizing, and he would respond with a mischievous grin. "I missed you two. It took you guys a long time to finish that Special Grade mission, huh?" You stopped beside him, and his expression shifted from confusion to shock. "Who told you that?" he inquired. "Suguru did. Was I not supposed to know that?"

        He pouted. "Huh? Suguru tells you about our adventures, too?" He groaned dramatically. "Oh, I'm not allowed to know what my best friends are up to?" You crossed your arms. "What?! No, I mean, like, you weren't supposed to know about that. It was supposed to be just us two. Don't get the wrong idea!" Gojo defended himself. It made you giggle. "Not funny." He poked your side, which made you cringe. "Hey!"

        You continued your walk with him, conversing about what had happened in his previous mission with Getou. Some things were not explained or told, but you admired it either way. Their chemistry was amazing; there are no other words to describe it. While you two conversed, you also searched for Getou. You found him getting out of the shower. His eyes were heavy and tired, and you noticed he had lost weight, but you assumed it was exhaustion from his reoccurring missions and the after-effect of the Special Grade mission. He continued to have regular conversations with everyone and went through his daily life as a Jujutsu Sorcerer. 

        If only you knew.

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        The rest of your memories were a blur. The only significant thing that stood out from them was Getou destroying an entire village and defecting from the Jujutsu Sorcery world. The news broke throughout the school like wildfire. Getou's closest friends were hit worse than anybody else, and you were one of them, much like Gojo was. You didn't know how to cope with the loss. Memories of you spending time with Getou, alone or with the others, flooded your mind. Thousands of tears were shed, and items were thrown around your room. The feeling of betrayal was still fresh in your heart, but now you regretted ever feeling like you did before. 

        You felt as if the world was taking everybody away from you. Nanami graduated and left, and Haibara passed away. Shoko distanced herself from everyone, and Gojo vanished to go back to back to missions with no moments of rest. You didn't know what to do. The school you once loved was now a cage of memories you wished to escape. One day, you vanished away from the school. You didn't warn Yaga or anybody. You were just... gone.

        And here you were, talking to Gojo again after 12 years, mourning such a significant loss. You laughed about cute, sweet, and sad memories. You never noticed that it began to snow and the sun had fully set, the night sky sparkling with stars and the moon ever so gracefully hugging you with its moonlight.

Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 (You're here!) || Pt. 3

Divider made by Celcero.

[rapidhighway]

oh so i just spent like 8 hours drawing something just to look for references just now and realize that someones already drawn literally this thing with similar artistic choices and stuff too

[legionofpotatoes]

everyone hates crunch and everyone wants the new dragon age to have 4x the scope with 8x the quantum content

[tampatom12]

Tampa Bay Buccaneers Team Reporter Casey Phillips: So you and Gronk got your 90th touchdown connection against Atlanta [Tom: Yeah!], which puts you second all time in the NFL. Why is he the guy you have this connection with?

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Tom Brady: He's hard not to have a connection with...he's so easy to like, be his teammate, to throw the ball to 'im, from a quarterback aspect. Just like, the connection we had since the beginning of our relationship, you know what I mean? He got picked when he was pretty young to come play together with me in New England and I think that position [the tight end] is so like, critical to the success of a quarterback because that throw to him is always available; you know, he's always a tough matchup to defend and then you put his incredible athletic ability and athleticism, uh, his speed; all the things that matter, but then there's an intellectual part that people don't see because they always think that Gronk is soft all the time but Gronk is a very very smart player, [and] person; he has very high awareness of everything, so we've been able to play together for a long time and do some really great things together and ummm...he just continues to blow me away. I mean, with all the stuff that he does as a player and how I seen him like, you know, go from a 20-year-old, 21 year-old kid to now, you know, he's just...he's so mature, [is] such a professional and...he LOVES football. He loves playin' and competin'. I think we're all...this team loves him as they should because he's just an amazing guy.

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Tom Brady talking about his Relationship with Rob Gronkowski // via the Tampa Bay Buccaneers YouTube Channel // Sunday, December 19th, 2021

[swallowtail-ageha]

Uuuugh this lady at ceramic that brought her son in and is like "oh well i brought him there to teach him boundaries" and MOTHERFUCKER YOU COULD HAVE DONE IT IN THE TWENTY YEARS YOU HAVE RAISED HIM. DO NOT DROP THE RESPONSABILITY ON ME (who is also autistic) AND THE HEAD CERAMIST JUST BECAUSE YOU SEE "OH WOMEN"

[sweetandglovelyart]

I attempted to make a Taranza AMV because I like this song and I thought that it was fitting for him. The song is I Want to Be Your Boyfriend by Hot Freaks.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

I desperately need to be a scene kid for Halloween this year