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[nanamiskentos]

★ ☄️🪽 ARMAGEDDON ! jujutsu kaisen. 呪術廻戦.

prologue ⋆ ★ what if gojo satoru was the king of curses? or nanami kento, the suave n' disdainful cult leader? ryomen sukuna, the strongest at jujutsu tech? welcome to alternate reality jujutsu kaisen.

pairings ⋆ ★ gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna genre tags & warnings ⋆ ★ afab/she+her!reader, fíngering (f), metaphysical séx, reader is called 'whóre', the most incorrect use of unlimited void ever, óral (m), consensual éxhibitiónism/voyéurísm (nanami), mentions of violence, wall séx, hate séx (choso), jealous séx, car séx (toji), ríding him to tears, córruption kink, overstím, angry séx, lore swaps in a way that would make shonen jump blacklist me forever

word count ⋆ ★ 5.1k a/n ⋆ ★ been teasing this since november last year and i lost motivation and forced myself to pick it back up and get it togetherrr 😭 my formal apologies extended to gege

GOJO SATORU ៹. the king of curses

"i h-hate you, i really, really do!" funny, isn't it? how the words that fall from your kiss-stung lips don't quite match at how you're writhing and squirming in the lap of a being that could easily snap you in two, should he so wished.

clearly, gojo satoru seems to find you, his vessel, just as amusing, for he thinks he's grown rather used to your antics. to the way that you claim to detest him, and that you'll never entertain his offers ever again. and yet here you are, always crawling back to the king of curses when the long hours of the night don't allow you to rest.

"that's possibly the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me," gojo coos, chiming sweetly while two fingers work their way through your insides, crooking and curling to find your sweet spot. sighing as though he wasn't affected by your bare form, draped across his throne, "you know what i really admire about you? your unshakeable principles. how you say that you just can't stand me, heh, and yet, always beggin' like a whore for me."

"fuck, gojo, r-right there, –" eyes rolling to the back of your head, revealing the whites, as translucent gloss practically drips down one of the demon's four hands.

"yes, yes," gojo mutters, "i'll get to that, jus' gotta' be patient." luckily, your back is pressed against his bare chest, the muscles and flesh littered with bold, ivory markings. the very edges of ice-kissed hair tickling at your cheek as sharp fangs sink into the shell of your ear, almost tender.

each push and pull of gojo's slender, sturdy fingers between your swollen folds leaves a resounding pop! that echoes through this...well, you're not quite sure where you are. all you know is that, as gojo satoru's vessel, you're prone to sharing his domain — particularly when you're trying to sleep. frankly, you should be a little more concerned about the frequency of these metaphysical meetings, but it's hard to think of little else but how his fingers are so thick, hitting all the right spots in you.

"hey, have i ever told ya' about unlimited void?" gojo suddenly murmurs, jostling right over the nasty bulge that the king of curses packs beneath those loose robes. you tiredly droop your head back, too busy rolling your hips, so close to that dear climax that you've been chasing ever since your soul popped up in gojo's throne room. your eyes meet four blue irises, each one cunning and sharp.

"is t-this really the time for a, hah, a lesson?" you scowl, feeling gojo stiffen and curse underneath you when your pretty cunt sets a steady rhythm over his clothed shaft, "you were no help earlier today, y'know that, right? when that c-curse was –"

gojo nips at your neck, those strands of snowy hair kissing your neck once more, "you were doing just fine without me, always got somethin' to complain about, don't you, eh?" lifting your hips to hiss at the arousal that's leaking out from underneath you, pooling in his wide lap. muttering something about how a human and a lowly vessel like you should be honoured to receive a teaching from the incarnated king of curses, "now pay attention, 'cause i'm not gonna' be repeating myself. 's about t-time you learnt more about this domain."

bleary eyes cracking open to try and capture the sight of a floorless throne room, as though the night sky had been captured to form the base, flickering often as a starless, yet stormy sky, "i k-know unlimited void," you whine, "always showin' off in my head 'bout it," seething as gojo stills his fingers inside you, tutting as he presses a kiss to the nape of your neck.

two beefy arms still hold you aloft, while one has fingers buried within your cunt, and the fourth? deft, rough pads of his fingers begin rubbing soothing, tight circles over your clit, rendering most of your mind to mush, "not just a realm, sweetheart. heh, guess you could say it's a curse. at least for anyone foolish enough to find themselves trapped there –," patting your thighs gently, "present company excluded, of course."

resuming his gentle, punishing pace once more, still curling upwards where he's most eager to reach, that special spot that will see you falling apart so beautifully, "see, when most lesser beings enter, it's like – mhmm, how should i put this?" gojo's musing, voice curling melodiously behind you, slapping away your eager hand that reaches for his cock, "not yet, where was i? well, unlimited void stretches one's mind, traps ya' in an endless sea of information. trust me, yer' gonna' know every atom and particle out there."

"ah, gojo!" lashes fluttering with crystal tears that pull at the corners of your eyes, for he's hit the arrowhead right on the mark, right where your climax is poised to wash over you any second now.

but gojo's ignoring your needy cries, two fingers flexing so tense against your gummy, sticky walls, "so the mind can't really handle unlimited void, and most are just...shut down. but only when i activate it, does that make sense?" he's musing, not waiting for your answer, "yeah, it does, hah. but we are not most lesser beings, right?"

you're not even sure what on earth he's going on about, desperate to chase the orgasm that teases you, licks flames at your groin, "n-no, we're not, fuck, gojo, 'm so –"

"close?" gojo chuckles darkly, and you should have known. truly, you should have guessed that he would have never been so generous with your pleasure if he wasn't planning something. for just as you ripple with the dazed pleasure, you can feel gojo crook one finger in you, one behind the other, curling the digits just so he can mutter something you only catch when it's too late.

"unlimited void."

what follows next is earth-shattering, for you feel as though its the ultimate surrender to the king of curses, where time and space, and thought all blend together into something overwhelming perfect, rather than suffocating. your lips part, soundless as a silent cry is ripped from you, your thighs quivering atop gojo satoru's muscular lap, release absolutely spraying and gushing out from your swollen, eager folds.

you've never had a release that's quite so...clear and inviting, and you can hear gojo's amused, aroused laugh against your back, and if you didn't know better, you would assume that the king of curses is running pale claws through your hair, letting you ride out the crystalline wave of your orgasm.

"hahh, oh my – oh my god, satoru," you're probably babbling, clinging and creating a bigger mess over gojo, who just narrows all four eyes, tipped with white, long lashes. he's smiling, as though he knows something that you don't, and he looks almost pleased, "should we continue the next lesson tomorrow night?"

NANAMI KENTO ៹. the cult leader

you should have known better, you really should have been a bit smarter about all this, about flouncing into the hall where nanami had been holding court, or rather, cult. for the mats had been set up the previous day for the wealthiest benefactors to come and see the great, golden man in the flesh.

and you doubt your husband had been...pleased, when you had poked your head past the great sliding doors, clad in nothing but an open robe in swathes of rippling navy. so all those who turned their head would have caught sight of nanami kento's beautiful wife, nipples pebbled in the cool air, drawing their line of sight to the apex of your thighs. so, that's how you found yourself here, lips pursed around the fat head of the cult leader's shaft.

"she's doin' so well, isn't she?" nanami intones, gentle hand guiding the nape of your neck, loving even. well, he always was, despite the games that the two of you played. the show that he was always eager to put on, hazel eyes gazing over the gaping maws of the benefactors who could only watch, shifting on their mats as you lifted your head up with a pop!

he's chuckling to himself, running a limp hand through thick waves of amber hair, "heh, 's okay. no-one needs speak, i need to be hearing her properly." her being the slick sounds echoing from the hollows of your mouth, the lips that you used to press creamy kisses onto his cock.

"doing, mmph – doing good?" you mumble, that heavy slurp! of your tongue against the broad underside of his cock sending him to heaven and back. he's adjusting his glasses, guiding a shaky hand to the base of his cock, where golden curls coil thickly, slowly sliding his member from your pretty mouth. smearing your waiting lips with the translucent smears of pre that you've pulled from him.

"the best," nanami assures you, patting at his thick, muscular thighs for you to lay your head, "and t-they all think so too, i bet." he can see the gleam in your eyes, knows that you're enjoying this just as much as he is.

wondering at all the creative ways that he can take you right after this, perhaps splayed out on his lap for all to see, back against the teal robes snug on his chest, so the benefactors can see his cock slide between the fat folds of your cunt. tempting.

you're pursing your lips once more, wiping a stray, clingy strand of nanami's arousal from your chin, before diving back to the head task at hand. each wet, sloppy sound of your glistening lips against the fat, blushed tip of his cock has nanami's thighs shaking, quivering. determined not to whine and lose composure in front of the men who fork over billions of yen to his...temple each month.

but it's your hands that are the most dangerous, nanami concludes, for while you flatten your tongue against his tip, your fist tightens around the base of his cock, teasing gentle fingers against the folds of skin right underneath, and his mind goes absolutely blank.

shooting ropes after ropes of thick, buttery release against your lips. watching with glimmering, hazy eyes as your fingers catch the droplets of his release, reaching in between your thighs to slicken your cunt further with his climax, god, nanami truly thinks he's going to burst.

there's a faint, muffled groan from someone in the audience, and he can see the pitying, disapproving look in your eyes. for someone's broken the golden rule of silence, and well, the whole room is gonna' pay for that now. and miss out on a truly magnificent show, he'd wager. what a shame, but no big loss. he's truly extracted whatever funds they had, so these men are of no use to him now.

he gently runs slender fingers over your chin, dipping at the plush flesh of your lower lip, helping you up, "come, my love. i don't want you seeing this," pulling your open robes tighter across your heated flesh, he's guiding you to the door, past the rows of slack-jawed men. nanami kento certainly doesn't want the love of his life hearing the sounds of errant curses ripping flesh apart.

CHOSO KAMO ៹. the assassin

you not really sure what's stopping you from plunging the tip of a blade into the throbbing veins that bulge against choso kamo's neck. it would be so easy, and well, it would be fair too. you could claim self-defence too, for had the sorcerer killer not arrived to take your life?

but fate has a funny way of doing things, for there's a hazy smile playing across your lips, fingers twisting into loose strands of dark hair that fall to choso's shoulders, gasping as he rickets his hips into you, greedy as his cock drills you against the damp alley-wall.

"you're not t-that good at y'job, are ya'?" you're teasing, gasping as you can feel every inch of choso's thick shaft pressing disorderly pecks against your cervix, deeper than you really thought possible. and god, the assassin looks ruined. how ironic that you were the one who took him out instead, with nary a weapon but the one that he loved between your thighs.

the taller man's groaning, amber eyes misty, squeezing shut as dark lashes flutter across pale, blotchy skin like brush strokes on an oil canvas. "s'good, oh, f-fuck," choso's lips bloom a pretty shade of bruised pink, "yer' killing me, baby."

he's jerking his head back, partly from the sheer pleasure running through his veins, and partly due to your nails bestowing a harsher, tighter tug to the back of his head. it's got him sheepishly giggling, utterly pussydrunk on you, "sorry, bad choice of words, huh?"

whatever retort was blooming on your open lips falls apart when you feel the cherry head of choso's cock punch at you, pistoning slick smears of pre against your sweet spot, hot and heavy. he's filling you up in the most delicious way imaginable, and you take the moment to run your hands over his back. over the tight top that clings to his build like a second skin, melded into the ashen pallor of his bulging upper arms.

choso's effortlessly got you poised on one arm, jostling and cursing as his fingers loop around thick, coiled chains dangling from the spear strapped to his back. he's fumbling for a split second, throwing the weapon on the ground with little care, all so he can hold you better. cold fingers pressing against your mouth, a waiting command for you to wrap your tongue around the tip of his finger. tasting yourself, from when you had first guided his hand to the apex of your thighs.

"c-close?" choso murmurs, questioning and chasing after your lolling tongue, looking equally wrecked, as he slams the very last of his inches into you. bottoming out with a thick, sticky pop! the final push has him hitting the perfect spot to make you writhe and squirm. sealing him into a kiss this time to muffle the whine that threatens to erupt from you.

knowing that that choso's got you pinned to the wall of an alley in one of the most run-down districts of the city, where none travel save for ill intentions, and yet, anyone could still turn the corner and see exactly where the base of choso's cock meets your hips in clingy slaps of arousal and pre swirled up together.

"the f-first time i've never been able to finish the job, heh," choso muses, his tone almost gentle despite the mean way that he's delving into your walls, "don't think i can face m'boss after this, tch', o-ouh, fuck," choso's leaning into the crook of your neck, sinking pointed canines into soft skin. leaving marks that will surely bruise and bloom in shades of deep violet, when he separates his tacking, syrupy lips from the juncture of your swan-arch.

you groan, unabashed, when choso stills for a second and bestows you with a heady kiss, all before plunging right back in to you, "who would have thought i would be the o-one to bring the sorcerer killer to his k-knees?"

choso's giving you a half-lidded, lazy look, flushing a brilliant shade of blossom-pink, as though he's got all the time in the world, smoothly dragging his hand down further until its patting at your mound, "p-patience, i'll give ya', that too."

TOJI FUSHIGURO ៹. the office worker

"oh, it's you." that was your disappointed, flat intone when toji fushiguro pushed through the elevator doors after you, earlier that day. the man was the office's terminal underachiever, barely even showing up on the clock, but it was hard to complain when he proved such a delicious sight for the eyes in a rumpled black dress-shirt, rolled up to reveal glorious thick forearms dusted with faint, dark hair.

"oh, it's t-too big, toji!" and that's how you somehow ended up, practically pressed flat into the most brutal, nasty mating press in the backseat of your car. toji's large hands splayed across your thighs, legs achingly hooked over his bent form — but the ache between your legs was far more pleasurable. glossy strands of slick snapping and clinging to your skin where his thighs snapped against yours, steady at a pace that wouldn't rattle your isolated car too much in the basement lot.

"didn't think i was gon' show up today, doll?" toji groans, slowly bucking his sharp hips forward so every inch of his cock explores the walls of your pretty, pretty pussy. "that's why y'were flirtin' with that stupid –" the man's muffling back a heavy moan, "that stupid worker on the s-second floor?"

you're not quite sure how toji manages to do it. defying the laws of physics and matter to somehow reach in between the two of you, to slap around the treacly mess gathered at your pressed groins. toji's circling your throbbing clit in faux pity, all as you heave, "you're jealous? t-that's what this is, hah?"

toji's jade, sharp eyes narrow as though he's hesitant to put a name to the emotion, settling to roll and pinch at your swollen bud, hoping that you can feel every vein and fold of skin rummaging through your syrupy cunt, "n-no." but the quake in his voice gives him so brutally away, and it has you grinning. pulling toji fushiguro down for a clash of your lips against his, so that rough scar brushes against your skin, twitching almost as though toji's smiling into the kiss. what a bastard, you hate how he's ensnared you.

you hiss, pulling at soft, silky strands of raven hair, "keep it down, fushiguro –" heart racing with every ricketing motion of your poor car, swaying back and forth, tucked away in this dim little corner of the office basement lot, "s-someone could see, could fire us, hnghh', b-both."

it's clear that toji fushiguro doesn't quite share your concerns, that shark-like grin beaming in brilliant ivory, nipping at your neck, tugging the corners of your blouse with his teeth, "someone, as in – fuck, ya' got a killer grip, doll. someone, like that fucker on the second floor?"

you roll drenched hips further into toji's abdomen, feeling dark hairs tickled at the very lowest base of your own groin, "if ya' wanna be exclusive, t-toji, just say so." head thrown back for toji to bestow heated kisses all along the expanse of bared skin, tossing your employee lanyard aside.

toji punctuates his answer with a sharp tack of his hips against your clit, "yeah. exclusive, you n' me, doll." the burly man must be close for he's flushing, babbling at you as though you're undoing every stitch holding his slacks (and sanity) together, "i'd do a-anything. clean up my act for ya', show up every day jus' to see that pretty fuckin' face."

your own hazy, shaking climax washes over you, just as toji stills, pumping rope after rope of translucent, creamy cum right into you. creating an awful, sticky mess that leaves you writhing, panting toji's name into his open mouth, "do all that, f-fushiguro, and y'can have me in any way you want."

GETO SUGURU ៹. the death painting

"please," the half-curse is whining now, prattling as you run hands over the dark, cotton robes that envelop him, "dunno' what this is, but it feels so –"

you're cooing, pressing soft and slick kisses to the corner of geto's pink mouth, "feels good, suguru? i guess you could say, hmm," running nails through the dark, silky strands of the death painting's hair, "you could say it's pleasurable, right?"

geto's nodding, adam's apple bobbing as his peach-fine features flush the most beautiful shade of crimson. looking nothing like the hardened warrior with an arsenal of special-grade curses, those of his own blood, at his side. he looks positively ruined, and you can feel the curve of his bulge underneath your teasing hands, running softly over the clothed shaft in the most innocuous way possible.

"can you, ouh –" geto stutters when your lips press a searing kiss into the throbbing vein on his creamy neck, where his shaky pulse jumps in staccato, "touch it? feels s-so good, love."

you're batting your lashes, tilting your head as though you have no idea about the effect you hold over the half-curse, "what? touch, oh!" slipping your hand past the band of his loose pants, underneath the deep violet fabric cinched at his waist, "here?"

resting your hand against the very base of his abdomen, right above where he craves you most. geto's bucking his hips up desperately, hoping that you'll get the hint and move past where you've hovering, right over a thatch of raven-curls.

you thinly smile, feeling the heat of his skin sear into you, before you've even touched his muscular, broad thighs. to think that you've got quite the warrior begging underneath you, well, it's got your own thighs damply clenched together. but that's a lesson for another day, for today, you want to see geto suguru gasping in your hold.

"hmm, suguru, y'know you've gotta' be a bit more specific," your nails run dangerously against his shaft, and you won't admit this to him yet, but the sheer length is making you gulp. all before you've even laid eyes on the magnificent inches that he's packing away underneath his robes, "do y'trust me, sugu'?"

geto nods, quickly and sharply, already shivering from your touch, "of c-course, 'course, i trust you." and the admission makes your pussy flutter, the idea of having this girth packed in you, drilling into you until the two of you see stars.

you press another gentle kiss to the corner of his lips again, reaching up to free his hair from the clingy knot resting on the back of his head. marvelling as ink-dark hair pools in sleek swathes, falling to his waist, giggling as geto chases after your lips, "hah, 'm gonna make you feel so good, baby."

you gently tug his robes to the side, revealing an expanse of chiselled skin, and clear-cut muscle. giving geto a coy look as you pull out his weighty, hot shaft, searing in your hands. it's just as pretty and big as he is, crowned with an angry-red head that seems to throb and pulse in your grasp.

"fuck," geto gasps, already looking drunken from your touch, "keep doing t-that, don't stop that, please." he's addicted to the way that your fist starts gently pumping him, slowly applying more pressure as you move from base to tip. dipping your tongue to taste the first, clear drops of pre that have already escaped.

you clearly didn't account for the physiology of those with cursed blood in their veins, for geto's already making a mess. you're certain that barely no time has passed at all, but there's already slick, gooey strands painting your hand. creating loud squelches as you roll your fist, thumb pausing to flit at his weeping slit.

"hey, suguru," you're murmuring, experimentally parting your lips over his bulging tip, "what would happen if i –"

you get your answer when you're barely enveloped his shaft, thick wads of stringy cum exploding out in glossy torrents, painting your chin in slow, clingy drips of geto's seed. geto, who's twitching and flushed in your hold, ears beaming red as he gnaws at his lower lip, "baby, you shoulda', fuck, should have warned me." pausing to give you a shy look, "wanna' try again?"

RYOMEN SUKUNA ៹. the strongest

"what the fuck was that?" you've never quite seen sukuna like this, this furious. this loss of composure just didn't quite suit ryomen sukuna, the strongest sorcerer that walks the earth in this day and age (though, rumours say that he may even hold a candle against gojo satoru, the famed king of curses).

over a decade you've known the gruff man, graduated alongside him, worked and fought alongside him at jujutsu tech, and yet you've never, ever seen sukuna as he is now. not even when itadori yuuji broke his favourite mug before class.

he's blinking crimson eyes in some sorta' haze, dark lashes fluttering as his mouth hovers an inch away from yours. you're not sure what sort of lecture this is, but the throbbing in your groin is a dead giveaway that you don't mind.

a large hand is resting on the nape of your neck, as though sukuna's not sure whether to pull you away or towards him, numerous silver piercing clinking as he shakes his head, "what did i say to ya' earlier, hmm?"

"erm..." no, not your best work.

but it's truly hard to focus when sukuna looks this good, painted in the evening light that filters through the window of the abandoned classroom, long after the students have retired. toned, deceptively fierce arms pushing against the navy jujutsu uniform, rose-pink hair mussed — no thanks to that special grade that was giving the two of you a hard time not so long ago.

he's pushing closer against you, and you're catching that scent, intoxicating and heady, "wasn't a rhetorical question, woman. didn't i tell ya' one important thing?"

you realise how easy it would be to wrap a leg around his slender waist, to pull the tall man in against the two of you were pressed flat against the desk but you tamp the lecherous thoughts down, time and place, yeah? "you said...," you falter, wandering if it's worth tilting your head to brush your lips against the man, "y'said not to get in the way."

sukuna's long fingers are curling at the shell of your ear, running over a stray strand of hair that's come undone in the earlier scuffle, "mhm, good girl. and what did ya' do, then? when i was busy using dismantle n' cleave?"

you sigh, already feeling sukuna's temper roll off him in waves, "yes, i got in the way," intoning flatly, looking anywhere but the concentric rings in sukuna's eyes, "look, if you're gonna' chew me out, can you make it quick? i ended up you helpin' anyway, and i dunno' why you're so pressed about –"

sukuna presses his lips to yours, effectively shutting you up in a kiss that leaves you whimpering, moaning at the desire (and something else that you know sukuna's gonna have a hard time naming) that erupts. bruising lips meeting yours with a fierce urgency, teeth scraping, and hands pulling your own uniform to the side, as though sukuna may lay down his life if he doesn't get to feel you this close to him.

sukuna's muffling something into the kiss, calling you senseless (well, hey! not true) and oblivious (maybe) and gorgeous (true enough, that's fair). you're not sure when his large, tattooed hand managed to pry its way up to your thighs, but you gasp at the feeling of your suddenly drenched panties being torn off with little bravado. sukuna's grinning, all sharp fangs, as he tucks them away into his uniform pocket.

"fuck me." you're groaning, gasping at his thumb hooks over your clit, rubbing hot, tight circles into your most sensitive spot. you're not sure if it's exasperation or a plea colouring your words, but sukuna seems pleased, quirking a brow, "yeah? that's what you want? think it'll get ya' off the hook?"

"please fuck me," you correct yourself, reaching for the metal buckle at sukuna's hips, fulfilling that vision of hooking sukuna in. rocking him closer to your bare, dripping core so he can align his fat, heavy tip against your glistening entrance.

your eyes flit down to the very base of his cocks, where coarse, pink hair teases your flesh, and — oh. sukuna's tracking your line of sight, flushing when he sees your eyes widen, taking in the dark, tattooed ring encircling the base of his shaft.

"don't ask," sukuna grunts, ears flaming red as you giggle, nipping at your ear, "hold on f'me now, can ya' follow that instruction, at least?" the man truly thinks he may lose it, right then and there, watching how your puffy folds bulge around the head of his cock. how it's you, the woman that he's been in love with for ten years, giving him a dazed, lopsided smile when he finally, finally slides it in.

"fuuuck," sukuna groans, pale-pink hair tickling at your forehead as he leans in, "yer' taking me well, heh. not too big for ya'?" he's grinning, even when you swat a droopy hand at him, clenching hard around his girth, "don't flatter yourself."

but it's only when he starts rocking his hips back and forth, imprinting his cock right against your walls, that sukuna begins to lose his mind, losing all sense of other duties and responsibilities. thoughts of the report that he has to submit to the fuckass higher ups, the quizzes he has to grade for the dumb, little first years, oh god, the bills he has to pay. poof! gone, vanquished by the sticky-sweet hold of your intoxicating cunt.

"wanted this for sooo long, woman," sukuna grunts, "you got no idea, wanted you," he punctuates his words with a sharp tack of his hips, "only you. always you, only one for me, heh. i'd take out anyone who says otherwise." and your sweet, pretty whimpers in his ear only make him all the more desperate, ready to slam bullseye on that sweet spot. thank god, classes are over for the day and the campus is empty, for he's got you allll to himself now.

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❥ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒? ↳ 𝐰/ 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚, 𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢, 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢, 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐦𝐚, 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮, 𝐁𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐨 & 𝐎𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

a/n: reader is gn! back with my drabbles; i just love trying to convey a very specific mood or scene in 200 words or less, it's SO fun and challenging. i already have longer HQ fics drafted but those really help me getting a grasp of those chars (and i don't have to decide on only one boy because there's so many who have my whole heart heh). i hope you enjoy this boquet of sweets from me to you ♡ some additional thoughts at the end of this because apparently i have PLENTY ok bye

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𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 scoffs softly. Of course he got you flowers. He would have bought everything inside the damn florist shop if you had enough space for it in your tiny apartment. This bouquet of wildflowers must do for now; it’s so huge, it makes you vanish behind it completely when he shoves it into your hands the second you open the door for him. He can hear you laugh in surprise and that is enough for him. A few minutes later you watch him from where he sat you down on the kitchen counter, rummaging around the cabinets and searching for a vessel that can serve as a vase because the ones you have are way too small for the size of this bouquet. Under his breath he mumbles something about how you stubbornly refuse to let him buy you a house already, one with endless fields of flowers surrounding it; then he wouldn’t have to waste his time searching for a vase big enough and could just kiss you in a sea of petals. You both know that it’s only a matter of time till that happens.

𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 doesn’t fully remember when this tradition started. Years ago, it must have been in high school, when you were down with a cold and he brought you your favorite snacks and a bundle of flowers from the conbini after school. They were nothing special, wrapped in plastic and close to wilting soon, the price tag still on, but he can never forget the ways your eyes lit up when he put them down on your bedside table. Your voice had been so hoarse that day, you barely managed to get a Thank You out, and Iwaizumi didn’t know what else to say either, so he just sat on your bed and held your hand till you dozed off again shortly after, leaving him with all those buzzing feelings inside of his chest. How many flowers has he bought you ever since, week after week? It must have been hundreds. How many times has he kissed you somewhen between bouquet 84 and 931? Countless times. He won’t stop doing either of that in this lifetime.

𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 is overthinking again. One finger rests on your doorbell, the other is nervously fidgeting with the wrapping paper. Should he have read more about the language of flowers before coming here? What if he accidentally picked some that actually say “let’s just be friends” or “I like you only mediocrely” and not “you’re the light and love of my life, and my heart has never been fuller ever since you claimed it as yours, please will you be mine forever–in this life and each one that comes after that, beloved”? His hand clenches around the bouquet and he’s one heartbeat away from turning around on the doorstep and walking back to the flower shop, when you open the door smiling, so bright that Akaashi thinks he must have walked into the burning sun. Your fingers brush over his when you reach for the flowers, and he doesn’t register the words coming out of his mouth at this moment, his mind clouded by the thought of what your future wedding bouquet will look like. He will do some research for that later tonight, after giving you a hundred kisses. 

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 laughs quietly when he opens his mailbox in Animal Crossing. You sent him the Hello Kitty items, including the matching hat and dress for him to wear next time you stream together, paired with a sweet love note that he immediately saves to his favorites. Needless to say that he keeps all of them. Under the thick blanket you (wearing one of his sweaters) rub your cold feet against his, and giggle next to him when you unwrap the flowers he sent you in-game. Lying on top of both of you is your cat named Apple Pie, who purrs and makes biscuits, ensuring neither of you would be able to get up anytime soon. You mentioned once how you liked the in-game flowers better than real ones, because it made you sad to see cut flowers wilt and wither over time and the pixel ones would stay like this forever–just like the two of you, hopefully. Kenma leans down to press a kiss to the side of your neck and wonders briefly how he managed to get so lucky. If he had the magic power to freeze time, he would, but until he levels up he will keep you in his arms like this for a little longer. 

𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔 is looking proud of himself when he puts your plate on the counter and nudges it towards you. The three onigiri on it are decorated with tiny edible flowers, and your loud complaints about how they’re too pretty to be eaten make him laugh. So are you, and yet he still gets to devour you night after night. You look so ravishing, taking photos of your food from every possible angle to post them on your food blog later, with your tongue poking out between your lips like it always does when you’re focused. Osamu thinks that out of every person in the whole world, he must be the luckiest of them all because only he gets to call you his. He doesn’t have it in him to tell you to hurry and eat up already, knowing there’s some things you just can’t rush–food, love. The latter he learned from you and your incredible patience, and how you molded his heart into the shape of you with time, with gentle hands and stolen kisses, till he was all yours, only yours. 

𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 nearly drops the flowers in fist when he fumbles for his keys, his sports bag almost sliding off his shoulders, one shoe untied. It’s messy, but he can’t wait to see you. You’re probably asleep by now, sprawled out on the couch with the remote still in your hand, re-playing his game on repeat. Seeing you cry earlier because you couldn’t go to watch him play in person broke his heart a little; he simply hates seeing you upset like this (and maybe it was also on him for telling you the leftovers in the fridge were probably still good to eat). He doesn’t flick the lights on, just walks straight over to the couch, a big hand brushing strands of hair out of your sleeping face. No feeling in the world can compare to you nuzzling your face into his palm and mumbling out his name drowsily. Bokuto drops the bundle of dandelions he picked on his way home into your nearly empty water glass on the table before carefully scooping you up in his arms, carrying you back to bed. For once he’ll be the big spoon tonight, making sure you sleep safe and sound. 

𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 insists on facetiming you, even if it’s 2AM for him and you’re still jetlagged, being back in Japan after visiting him in Argentina. By now you’ve found all the little notes he left in your luggage, hidden between your shirts, souvenirs and in your toiletry bag, but there’s still one surprise left now that you’re back home (even though home is when you’re with him, but whatever). You’re busy complaining about the horrid traffic and your shitty boss and Oikawa barely listens, mesmerized by your face and the sound of your voice, and thinking about the ring he’s gonna put on your finger soon. On his screen you look up when your doorbell rings and the camera gets a little shaky when you rise to your feet, opening the door to the delivery of a bouquet of your favorite flowers, so big you struggle to grab it with one hand. For a bit all Oikawa can see is blossoms in the brightest colors and can only hear your surprised laughter, along with some curses because how dare he be so sweet when he’s an ocean apart where you can’t kiss him right now. Soon, he’ll be there again soon.

❥ 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭…

i REALLY like old money Omi who just wants to spend all his money on you but also kinda enjoys the cramped little apartment you live in. it feels like a bit of a cave and he likes that there's only room for both of you in there

Hajime childhood friends to lovers trope my beloved. how long it must have took you both to sort out your feelings for each other, one boquet at a time

i think Akaashi would write the best love letters

Kenma bullies ugly villagers off his AC island and he's really good at terraforming and will help you out with your island (this is based on me being terrible at terraforming and giving up after ten minutes)

Osamu and you started off as enemies to lovers because you left a bad review about Onigiri Miya once and so he invited you over to prove you wrong, and you fell in love one bite at a time (i really wanna write a SMAU on this but idk if i can pull this off, so if someone wants to grab this idea let me know so i can kiss you)

LITTLE SPOON BOKUTO AGENDA 🗣️ listen just imagine snuggling against this broad back, kissing the back of his neck, his butt wiggling as he gets comfy...

Oikawa idk what to say. i love him dearly but he feels the hardest to write to me

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To Never Fearing Love

─────── · · Hate the Love That Drives Ambition (pt.3)

Pairing:Father!Silco x Mother!Reader, Jinx & Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: Your's and Silco's family decides to have a bonding day with the kids. Silco takes his son out for drinks at the bar as they learn more about one another and Jinx revels in having the love without conditions, motherly figure of you.

─ · · TAGS: female pronouns used, reader called 'mom/mother,' found family, fluff, miscommunication, emotional hurt/comfort, alcohol and smokes mentioned, swearing, happy ending, not beta read.

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─ · · A/N: don't know if anyone remembers this series lol but @juluina thank you for the ask in expanding this work (super sorry it took me so long to write heh... exams and work, you know?) hope you all enjoy!

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You and Silco quickly pulled away from one another at the sound of gags and coughs produced by your kids, Rhyker and Jinx. "Mom!" Rhyker shook his head in disgust while looking at the way Silco wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. "Dad, ew, stop it!" Jinx called out seeing as he kissed your forehead before letting go.

"I thought you wanted your mom and I back together, or am I mistaken?" Silco states in an all to calm tone, yellow-eye twitching between his son and daughter before casting a wink in your direction, more groans sounded. "I don't want this if you both are going to be so... so GROSS about it!" Jinx complains, twirling one of her braids and accidentally hitting Rhyker who picks up a couch cushion and slams it in her side with annoyance.

You sigh watching as your apartment slowly gets wrecked as Silco moves to the kitchen and pours himself a glass of Whiskey from your liquor cabinet. You raise your wine glass, clinking the two together before sitting back and watching the chaos unfold. "Could you imagine these two growing up alongside one another?" Silco asks before taking a long sip form his glass.

You think for a moment, turning to look at the side of Silco's face, "I think we would have gotten divorced, honestly." Silco chuckles, "You thought of us getting married?" he asks, a small smile tugging on the edge of his lips. You place your head on his shoulder, "sometimes... other times I fantasized about having your head above the mantel."

Silco's chuckle now turns to heavier laughs as his hand grips your knee, you shiver at the feeling of his gold cufflink hitting your skin, "you wouldn't be the first one to have that fantasy, darling but if I were to go out anyway... I would want you to do it more than anyone else." You don't know weather or not to feel flattered by that comment, simply leaving it to hang in the silence as Jinx kicks Rhyker in the shin, sending him falling to the rug before she tickles his sides. Tears well in his eyes before he pushes her off and ties her shoelaces together before running away.

"Do you ever fantasize about anything else?" Silco speaks in a deep tone just for your ears. You hum, placing your hand on top of his before gently feeling up his arm, threading your hand underneath his vest to rest upon his heart, feeling as it skips a beat. "I'll tell you if you make them happen-"

"LALALALALLALA" Jinx screams, pulling her ears and trying to run away in her tied-together shoes after Rhkyer. You close your eyes, listening to the door slam and the apartment go quiet... you didn't know weather or not to be appreciative or worried about what the kids were up to next.

Seemingly sensing your thoughts, Silco's hands rises up your leg- your breath hitching before hissing at your partner, "Silco," your voice stern and warning. "I'm sure they're fine. Now, are you able to get days off of work the official way? or should I... pursude?"

You remove your head from his shoulder, shaking it profusely, "none of that will be needed, sir." You wiggle a finger in his face, watching as he stares blankly at you but not moving to stop you, simply leaning back in his chair, head tilting to the side- admiring you.

His glass sits against his spread thigh, breathing slow and even as he watches you compose the letter and send it off through the slot within the apartment. "I think it would do us some good bonding with the children," Silco says off-handedly. You think through a day with Jinx in your head, letting her slow you around Zaun and you showing her around the nooks and alleys of Piltover... you smile, "I think thats a wonderful idea darling-"

"The only kind I come up with," Silco retorts to your scoff, "Mhmm sure, Silco and I'm pregnant and its not yours." Silco spits out his drink, slamming the glass against the table before standing, hands rigid behind his back as he looks down upon you, "say that again for me... slowly."

You stand your ground for a minute, watching as his eye twitches and wrinkles form against his forehead, "I'm fucking with you, now keep that ego in check or I may just have to... you know." Silco glares at you as he would one of his goons or business associates but having watched that cold glare be formed since the start, you are unwavering underneath it- smirking to his sigh as you celebrate your victory. "You're not going to make things easy, are you?"

"Easy for you and me, Silco?" you shake your head walking forwards to stand before him, running your hands up and down his chest, "never."

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The following day after you and Silco shared a bed after nearly twenty years apart... you had the best sleep of your life but were excited to get ready and go out with your new daughter. Jinx seemed more eggar than, bursting into the main bedroom and shaking you away.

"Out," Silcos groggy morning tone commanded, casting a glare to the blue-haired girl, watching as her shoulders dropped. "Silco!" you swatted his chest, moving away and patting a spot in the bed for her to sit beside you in which she gladly took, sticking her tongue out at her father-figure. "You're gonna be my favourite," Jinx says, wrapping her arms around you, cuddling into your side as you pat her back gently, "happy to hear it," you smile before seeing Rhyker in the doorway looking to Silco expectedly.

Silco leans his head back into the pillows, "I thought we were past the toddler stages," he mumbles to himself before moving closer to you leaving the edge of the bed empty for Rhyker to join the cuddle pile. Jinx smiles, staring up at the ceiling, "we're finally a family," she whispers to herself, your heart aches, subconsciously grabbing Silco's hand underneath the cover, squeezing it.

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The next day has you split with Jinx to share a mother-daughter day and Silco and Rhyker to have a father and son one. You both start in Zaun, knowing that (out of all places) to be the safest place for Jinx to walk around freely. She shows you all the changes since you had last talked a long walk around the undercity as you nod your head along, allowing her to drag you down alleyways and into various shops and bars.

To your shock she barges into Silcos office, you stand outside the doors peering in, feeling unsure of entering the space, memories flash over your mind of earlier days when you both were first building this empire... his empire... you shake your head of these thoughts, taking a step over the threshold with a withheld breath before startling once seeing a figure emerge from the darkness, smirking down at you, Sevkia.

"I would say I've missed you but then again, ever since you've appeared I've been working over-time trying to fill in Silco's boots," you open your mouth to apologize to the woman before feeling her hand clamp down on your shoulder. "I'm... happy you and the boss are on taking terms again... was a tough couple of decades." You nod your head apologetically before hearing Jinx's voice call you away.

Shaking her hand you part ways and follow after Jinx's call into Silco's room. You feel the sheets of his green silk covers and take a peek into his closet. Your heart thumps heavily in your chest at the sight of all your clothes left in the order you left them... and at the 'new' additions from old collections you admired in past catalogues. He remembered a silly thing like that, you think to yourself.

"Look here!" Jinx shouts, helping you up to the rafters and then up towards the roof. You look over the various nick knacks and gadgets she has stored within the various nooks and crannies of the space alongside her illustrations with intrigue.

"I spend most of my time here or in my lab but here a lot," she explains before pointing to the cityscape before you both. "Silco and I went to dinner for my 15th birthday there and that tailor shop he keeps in business since you used to be friends with the owners daughter and that pub is where I first got wasted and Silco had to carry me home and Oh!" you smile, watching as he face lights up and you feel her grab your arm, gripping it tightly as if worried you would be gone in the next moment.

You place a hand on top of hers, she pauses, looking down at it before looking up into your eyes, glossing over, "I-I'm really thankful for you, mom." You hold her cheeks in your hands, pressing your foreheads together, "I'll be here with you for as long as I can." You promise.

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Rhyker stood stiffly beside and equally stiff Silco at the bartop. They both had yet to look at one another and that that Rhyker thinks about it... they both had barley shared more than a few words.

Silco takes one long drag of his cigar, swirling the amber liquid in his glass as he places his arm against the wood counter and looks towards his son.

For anyone else, the long stare would have them wetting their pants and running but for Rhyker he stood taller, meeting his fathers gaze with his chin raised as he stared down the man absent for so much of his life.

"So... how'd you and mom meet?" Rhyer tries to start the conversation off with a topic he hopes is on the table. Silco squints his good eye, a crack begins to form at the side of his glass before he swings his head side to side contemplatively.

"We met like any other couples do, at a bar one night. I bought her a drink, said I liked the smell of her perfume, danced the night away and invited her home. One night turned to two, two to three and then she never left... or well, you get the rest," Silco responds, downing the rest of his drink before tapping for another.

Rhyker raises a brow at his words, shaking his head as his father offers his a drag from his cigar. "But when did you realize you loved her?"

"Never stopped," Silco quickly answered back, "now are you asking for advice or do you desire reading into your mom's and I's relationship that much..."

Rhyker frowns, eyebrows furrowed, "no, I think I'll know when. I'm just curious when you knew."

Silco hums, giving the bartender a nod as his glass gets refilled, "well, when someone like your mom holds you in the rain forsaking their own health in your time of need, I think the distinction between like and love becomes instantaneous- almost like the love was always there, no matter the time, place, or life before or after the moment."

"So you would love her in every lifetime?" Rhyker asks, adjusting his glasses while taking a sip from his glass. Silco stares at the wood top again, his dress shoe tapping against the tiled floors, "you sound like her father listening to 'give her away.'"

"I can't help but still feel... fearful of you."

Silco nods his head slowly before looking into his sons eyes, holding the stare before smirking, "fear is good in small doses but do not let it consume you. I made a vow never to feel that immense fear again and that includes ensuring I don't see you or your mother go again."

"Always have some wisdom to share don't you dad?" Rhyker smiles, mirroring Silcos expression as they knock shoulders. Silco scoffs before allowing a few laughs to leave his throat, "wisdom? no. But once you experience enough range of emotions you'll be finding your own words to describe the experiences some think to be left unexplainable."

Both men allow the words to fill the space in between them before Rhyker stirs feeling Silco's hand clamp down on his shoulder, "show me to your studies. If you're interested in how I think than I must know how you think."

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When the family all returns back home to your apartment, you order in take-out for the night as you all share your activities from the day. Jinx is first to jump to conversation, grabbing your hand excitedly as Silco chuckles, wrapping his arm over the back of your chair as he looks towards his daughter with a smile.

"Mom and I went to Zaun and-and I showed her my workspace and room. Then we did some graffiti, I never knew her to be so good at lettering- you really have to see for yourself! Anyways we also went to the diner and she got me this new necklace, the gemstone is only found at the bottom of oceans- how cool is that!" Jinx looks around the table, awaiting a just as engaged response as Rhyker nods, pulling on one of her braids with a smile.

"Good to know you had fun Blue," he teases, "me and dad drank and smoked together before he helped me with my homework-"

"Silco! you. did. not." You turn slowly in your partners hold, glaring at his nonchalant expression. "You said to bond, he did something I liked to do, I did something he liked to do... I see no wrong in it, darling."

You scoff, shaking your head, "Rhkyer you best know what side-effects those bring and-"

Rhyker sighs, "mom I was teasing. I only had one drink and didn't smoke, I promise." You glare at your son, analyzing his expression for any signs of deceit before nodding and placing a hand on Silco's knee.

"I swear you all are going to be the death of me," you mumble into your glass as Silco squeezes your shoulder, leaning over to whisper into your ear and your kids begin their own conversation across from you both, "I would follow after you just the same."

"you're proving my point further, Silco."

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☕💖 Can I Get Your Number? ☕💖 Ch 38

Jason Todd x (f)Chubby!Reader

written with a female reader in mind, first person pov, no use of Y/N, NSFW, MDNI, let me know if there's anything else I should tag this with!

A/N: I'm baaaccckk! Sorry for the sudden disappearance, but I'm hoping to be back to a semi-regular posting schedule!

warnings/labels: fluff central

wc: 2.4k

Chapter Selection

"Are your eyes still closed?” 

I giggled softly, nodding. “Yes, Jay; my eyes are closed.”

“Ok, sit still and I'll help you get down.” I released him, sitting back, and felt him hop off the bike. His hands wrapped around mine and guided me down, slowly leading me to stand where he wanted. He unlatched my helmet and slid it off, gingerly brushing my hair out of my face. “... Ok, open your eyes.”

I blinked a bit in the sunshine, a rare occurrence in Gotham, and grinned. Our home had been cleaned and repainted; the red brick was scrubbed clean, and the trims and door were a soft green, almost teal. The door to the closed porch had been replaced, and new bulletproof window panes had been installed. The garage door was brand new as well, supposedly impenetrable, and I knew the basement had been set up and secured. I breathed deeply; the crisp, clean smell of winter not yet corrupted by the city’s muck.

Jason shifted behind me, clearing his throat softly; “so?”

“It looks incredible, Jay!” I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, beaming. All traces of tension slid off his shoulders as he pulled me close.

“Yeah?” He grinned, eyes sparkling with joy.

I slid my fingers through his hair, kissing him gently. “I can't wait to see it in the summer when those bushes are in bloom!”

He chuckled and looked back at the house. “Realtor said they're hydrangeas, but if you don't like them we can put something else in.”

“Hydrangeas, … those are the big, round ones, yeah? That'll be pretty!”

“Yeah, … well,” he pulled back a bit and held up a key; “you wanna do the honors?"

I giggled, taking it, and ran up to the door, sliding my key in the lock for the first time. Before I could step through, Jason put a hand on my shoulder to stop me and lifted me off my feet.

“Woah!” I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Heh, hi there~”

“Hi~” he smirked a bit, carrying me inside.

The doorbell chimed as I finished laying out the last of the drop cloths over the new floors. Jason opened the door, and in an instant the house was full of the excited chatter of our friends. Stella squealed in delight, ignoring us in favor of taking herself on a tour of the whole house. A moment later Steph barrelled past, arms full of grocery bags, and Cass trailed along after her. They headed straight for the kitchen, setting out an abundance of snacks. Dick, Duke, and Damian took a moment to say hi to Jason at the door before coming to find me, and a moment later Tim and Babs joined us in the living room as well. Dick ducked in for a quick hug, grinning, and Steph brought a snack platter from the kitchen.

“You guys, this place is so cute!” She beamed.

Tim nodded, looking around; “it's definitely got good bones.”

Duke rolled his eyes at that; “this is way more than ‘good bones’, richie rich.”

“Agreed, it was almost move-in ready in the first place.” I chuckled, making the rounds to give hugs. “But it deserves a bit of extra love first.”

Damian leaned in, gently squeezing my hand for a moment. “Are you moving in now, then?”

“Not just yet; we're slated to be in on the first. Plenty of time for those finishing touches!” I grinned, offering him a smock. “Thanks for coming to help, kiddo!”

He nodded. “Of course. Anything.”

Tim grinned, taking a smock as well. “So, what color did you pick for the living room?”

“Autumn Rust," I grinned, opening a large can of the paint. A dusty red-leaning orange; "for that wall. And that cream color for the others."

"Is this really called Swiss Coffee? Looks more like warm milk…" Duke chuckled and popped it open.

Jason snorted, grabbing a roller. "Alright, let's do this!"

Stella turned on some music, I passed around bandanas to keep everyone's hair out of our faces, and we all got set up. Damian quickly took charge, making sure no one left streaks on the walls. Once he was convinced everyone knew what they were doing, he approached me.

"Sister, is my room ready?"

I nodded; "Yeah, walls are primed and your colors are on the counter."

"I will go start then. … I'd like privacy while I work."

"You got it, kiddo. Just keep your window open and your fan on, for the fumes. I'll knock when the pizza is here."

He nodded. "Thank you."

Damian turned to gather his paints from the kitchen. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he approached the counter, checking the colors. He read the labels one by one. As he picked up the white he froze, staring at the words in front of him. After a moment he made a soft "Tcht" sound and looked over at me, the faintest hint of amusement in his eyes.

Tim glanced toward him; "what, you missing something?"

Damian rolled his eyes. "My sister is not so careless, Drake."

"What then?" Tim approached, looking over everything. "… Hah!"

He took the can from Damian's hands, holding it up as he turned to me. "You do this?"

I chuckled, shrugging. "It's an accurate shade name."

Babs raised an eyebrow. "Why are we being excluded from the joke?"

"This paint can says 'Damian's Soul'." Tim chortled. "What color is it? Pitch black?"

"Of course not. What an awful thing to say." I chided him teasingly. "No, I think the brand labeled it 'Pure Snow'? I like my name for it better though."

Damian blinked a bit, cheeks warming slightly. Tim and Duke cooed, brightening the flush on Damian's cheeks. He shot a deadly glare their way, snatching the can back from Tim's hands, and scurried away. His door locked with a definitive click, and we were left in momentary silence.

Tim snorted softly, returning to the living room. "Touchy…"

"Let him be for a bit, he'll recover from the humiliation in his own time." I sighed.

"Yes, how terribly humiliating; to be seen and loved for exactly who he is." Stella chuckled softly.

"At his age, there's nothing worse than that kind of vulnerability. … Except, perhaps, to be entirely misunderstood and hated for it…"

A week later we were fully moved in. Damian had selected his furniture very carefully, wandering around several stores before picking anything. He liked dark woods and clean lines, and he picked out the softest bedding I've ever felt. We were not permitted to go into his room until his mural was complete. He insisted on assembling and arranging the furniture on his own.

Jason and I were much less particular; we were cultivating a cozy, almost nostalgic vibe for our room and the common spaces. Sort of an idealized version of how our childhood homes might have looked, in a kinder world. Though, with more modern touches like wifi, and with security features like bullet proof windows and hidden guns.

Jason originally tried to leave the decisions to me, but I managed to convince him that it was his house too, and he should pick at least a few things. He hesitantly started by making suggestions about furniture layout and, when he realized I cared about his opinions, it didn't take long for him to get comfortable voicing them. Soon I discovered that he had strong opinions about the kitchen, so I decided to put him in charge of picking out appliances and the like. He opted for those modern appliances with a vintage facade, in red of course. He said they reminded him of cooking with his mom on her more lucid days, which were some of his best memories of childhood.

The basement was refinished and set up with everything we'd need for the clinic. All entrances to the basement were set up with fingerprint scanners, so only the people we wanted could get in, and a lockdown button on the wall would turn it into a panic room, only unlockable by Oracle, Jason, or myself.

Finally, everything was arranged to our liking, my lease on the apartment was ended, and we were fully moved in. We settled on the couch for our first night in our new home, Jason's arm thrown over the back of the couch so I could cuddle against his chest, and I looked around happily.

"… We should have a housewarming party!" I grinned.

He chuckled softly. "Of course you want a housewarming party … just bring the whole neighborhood into our very secure home, right?"

"No, silly, just our friends! Your siblings, Stella, Roy, that kind of thing!"

"Roy?" He tilted his head.

"Well yeah, he is your friend, right?"

"Yeah, but … you barely know Roy?"

"So? It's our home, and our housewarming. Your friends should get to come to the party too."

Jason looked surprised, like it hadn't occurred to him that his friends would be invited too. Slowly, he nodded. "Alright, doll. A housewarming party … Friday?"

I grinned, hugging him tight. "Friday!"

"… Have you heard from Grayson yet?" Damian frowned, leaning against me.

"No, not yet … Jay?" I rubbed Damian's shoulder encouragingly. He yawned softly, frowning deeply.

Jason grimaced and shook his head. "… He was on patrol with Bruce tonight … Alfred would have called if something went wrong though…"

I nodded slowly. Neither of us said it, but it hung over the room like a ghost; Alfred would have called about a delay too. So why didn't he?

The party had been great, except for the part where we didn't know where Dick was. He'd said he would come after patrol, around midnight. Midnight came and went, and Dick was nowhere to be found. Phone was going straight to voicemail, as was Bruce's.

I opened the Oracle app, and Nightwing and Batman weren't showing up on the map. Babs assured me they hadn't reported any issues getting back to the cave, but she and Tim headed out early to check on them anyway. Slowly everyone left, until it was just me, Jason, Damian, and Roy. Still, no Dick.

Finally, at three in the morning, there was a knock on the door. Jason and Roy went to the door, throwing it open after looking out the peephole. Dick grinned sheepishly, holding up a gift bag.

"Sorry I'm late.."

Roy grinned, pulling Dick into a tight hug. "Jesus, dude! You scared us."

In an instant, Damian was at the door, glaring up at him. "You didn't check in."

"Check in? … Damian, I was with B. What are you even still doing up?"

"You were supposed to be here hours ago. When there's a delay, you check in." Damian growled. "You did not check in. You better have a good excuse."

"We were tracking some goons, thought they were gonna lead us to Black Mask. It didn't pan out."

Damian nodded once, considering, and backhanded Dick in the gut. The man groaned, flinching a bit. "What the hell, kid?"

"Don't ever do that again. You check in when you're going to be late."

I frowned, looking over Dick's posture. Damian was strong, but that hit shouldn't have made Dick groan like that…

"Dick?"

He looked up at me and smiled, offering me the gift bag. "Happy housewarming!"

"Thank you. Now, sit at the table and let me look you over."

He tilted his head; "huh?"

"You are either more injured than you look, or Damian didn't hold back at all. Sit." I pointed to the dining table.

Jason smirked a bit, standing guard at the door. Roy tugged Dick to the table and shoved him into a chair. "Shirt off."

"I'm fine, you guys!" Dick laughed, trying to push them off.

"Prove it." I brought the first aid kit over. Dick looked between me, Jason and Roy looming over him, and Damian glowering from the doorway.

"Don't make me do it for you, Dickie." Roy smirked.

Dick sighed, setting his gift bag down and tugging his shirt off. As I suspected, he had a rather nasty bruise forming on his ribs, as well as a few small open wounds. I sighed, pulling out some cleaning solution and some bandages. He hissed softly as I began sanitizing and covering the wounds.

"Alright, stand up, I'm gonna check that your ribs aren't broken."

"They're not b-" he trailed off and sighed, standing. I began carefully touching his ribcage.

"What kind of pain are you experiencing?"

"I'm fine."

"That doesn't tell me shit, Dick. You have a giant purple splotch on your ribs. That has to hurt. Is it sharp? Dull? Throbbing? Radiating? Give me something here." I sighed.

Dick rolled his eyes. "It's just a bruise, I promise. … It's … tender. … Bending over sucks. Otherwise, I'm good. It'll be gone in a day or two."

I frowned, gently pressing against a spot. He hissed, but the bone didn't shift. "Ok. I think you're right, it's just a bruise. But you should take it easy for a few days, maybe a week. And I want you to tell me or Alfred if it doesn't reduce in a few days."

"Yes mom." He rolled his eyes, chuckling.

I snorted, gently smacking his arm. "… The other guy look worse?"

He smirked a bit. "Significantly."

"Good." I passed him back his shirt. Once it was on I gave him a quick, gentle hug. He hugged back, laughing softly.

"Seriously, I'm fine, you guys. … Open your housewarming present already." He pushed the bag toward me.

"You really didn't have to get us anything, Dick." I smiled softly, taking the bag.

"I didn't. Bruce insisted. He said it was tradition." Dick shrugged. "I'm thinking it's the same stuff he gave me when I moved out to Blüdhaven."

I tilted my head, pulling out a card and handing it to Jason while I opened the gift.

"… 'May your home always have bread, so you never go hungry. May this home always have salt, so your life is always flavorful. And may this home always have wine, so you always have joy and laughter. … All my love, Bruce.'"

Jason blinked, staring at the table. Bruce had sent us a loaf of challah bread, a selection of gourmet salts, and a bottle of red wine I couldn't pronounce a word off of.

I smiled softly. "Thanks for bringing it, Dick. We'll call Bruce to thank him tomorrow, yeah?"

Jason nodded. "Yeah …"

"I think B would be happiest if you guys came to dinner Sunday." Dick smiled hopefully.

"I think that can be arranged. Jay?"

"… Sure." He smiled a bit. "We'll come."

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[dontcallpanic]

The seriously endlessly talented @teencopandthesourwolf tagged me to do WIP Wednesday and it's been so long I really wanted to share something so thank, you thank, you diolch yn fawr iawn 💙 the problem is i have no time to edit so you're gettin this raw!

Hope you enjoy! It's from my post apocalyptic sterek au, Lineman, vaguely based on the song Wichita Lineman and it's about Derek slowly falling in love with Stiles' through his pirate-radio show.

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“So, how's it going, new best friends. Yup. I'm Still here. Oh wait you can't see that… I’m doing jazz hands! 

Do you still have jazz hands here? Do you still have jazz? Wait… do you still have hands? 

Please tell me we still have hands? The jazz I can live without but the hands… I'm pretty attached to the hands.

Hey, D'you remember the old radio shows? Do you still have radio shows? I mean apparently you do now - if this even counts. Maybe I should like, make this official. Hey! I should sing my own jingle. Hah it's not like you can stop me! Heh - speak now or forever hold your peace. What's that? Hah nope sorry… I can't hear you!

So now that that's decided, what else do you guys want? Do you even care about the weather? I mean it's not changed that much in… days. Like, is it always sunny here? I mean I can cover it y'know. It's reassuring, daily check in like, guess what?- the sun's still here! Woooo!

I'm doing more jazz hands by the way. We're gonna make this a thing! We're bringing jazz hands back!

Oh and while we're at it, do you even have traffic to report on? Let me know!

Oh how, you ask? Well my fine freaky friends like this!

Okay that didn't work so well. Gimme a minute.

So maybe if you…huh… can you even broadcast on the same frequency as me while I'm transmitting?

Ummm I don't even know what frequency this is going out on. I should probably find that out. Hah. Yeah.

Oh. Okay. Do that aga…

… etimes… I can almost…

Fucking lost it. Wait. Hang on sometimes if I just do this I can…

Oh wait…shit.

Shit…

I don't feel so good…"

There's a sound like hands scrambling that quickly turns into something garbled as if the microphone has just been dropped underwater. Something crashes to the ground and for a split second there's a high pitched warble like the capacitor has slipped then the broadcast cuts out. Nothing but the familiar hush of static.

Derek slowly straightens from where he's been fixing the mast and stares perplexed at the radio.

The fuck was that?

He narrows his eyes as if he could glare the radio into answering before he runs a greasy hand across his forehead and jumps down. His feet make a gentle thump, dust among the sand billowing up around his boots. Derek is in no hurry but he is deeply, endlessly curious.

It's not escaped his notice that the frequency was different this time. That voice - whoever, whatever it is, clearly has access to proper broadcast equipment. The old kind. The kind nobody should have anymore. Which is exactly what he suspected last time but this is just further confirmation.

His mouth is a grim line as he stares thoughtfully at his radio. He should probably start trying to trace the transmission sometime but, this is big news. It's only just a matter of time before someone pays him to get this information. He doesn't have to rush.

And yet.

That voice...

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Tagging the cheerleader and inspiration provider for this fic @greyhavenisback

And then Very gentle no pressure whatsoever tags to: @patolemus @violetfairydust @gege-wondering-around and @oldefashioned (just cause I'm so excited to see you around again!)

[krenenbaker]

Trick or Treat~!

Pairing: Che'nya x Floyd (could be read platonically or romantically)

Summary: It's finally Halloween night, but Floyd is in a bit of a slump. However, the arrival of a curious companion may just make the Halloween party a bit more interesting for him.

Notes: This is my first attempt at something following a prompt - specifically, "Trick or Treat" for the 2023 TWST Rarepair Halloween event. I'm trying to get more comfortable/practiced with writing prose (which is why this wasn't posted on the 30th... oops), and only vaguely ended up following the prompt. I'm fairly happy with how this little piece turned out, though!

Tags: @dove-da-birb, @azulashengrottospiano, @inkybloom-luv, @eynnwwyjth, @officialdaydreamer00 (please let me know if you'd like to be included or excluded from future writing of mine, or only want to be included in specific types of creations)

Floyd wanted to take a break. 

It was Halloween, and all he had done the entire week was work, work, work. Getting costumes ready, decorating, helping with their dorm's presentation, plus cooking and serving at the Lounge, all on top of normal classes? 

Sure, it was fun, especially getting to show off Octavinelle's cool setup, and 'taking care of' those misbehaving visitors. But now? Everything felt draining and boring, and Floyd simply wanted to leave, which sucked because the actual Halloween party had just started!  

Maybe he should just ditch and go back to his dorm; being in a funk when everyone else is having fun around you is not enjoyable.  He slumped down on a bench and unwrapped a sweet he had picked up earlier, before wrapping it up again. Ugh, not even in the mood for that candy he wanted only a few minutes ago. 

As he shoved the sweet back into his pocket and was about to get up from the bench to leave, Floyd heard a rustle behind him. Someone was quietly humming, and… laughing? The sound gradually moved to his side, towards the empty side of the bench.  

“Trick or treat~”

Floyd turned to face the voice. "Listen, man, I'm not in the mood to—” he froze, staring at the figure beside him. “Hang on a second, where's your body!?"

A toothy smile came to the face of the head that currently floated beside Floyd. "Oh, it's here.... or maybe it's there." A pair of hands materialized on either side of this boy's head, followed by the rest of his body. 

“I'm just kidding. Mind if I take a seat? I’d like to rest up before I keep purrowling around and startling people.”

Floyd blinked, then raised an eyebrow. “Uh, go for it.” 

This guy was... weird, and it was hard to tell if he'd be annoying, or interesting. "You don't go here, do ya? At least, I’ve never seen you before. And you’re no ghost, either.”

The cat-like boy shook his head, his jewellery jingling softly. "I'm just passing through for the festivities and collecting treats. Scaring some people, too. That’s loads of fun. And it's always nice to see my friends let loose." 

Floyd had a vague memory surface. "Ohh... you must be that RSA boy who's friends with Sea Turtle and Goldfishie." 

"'Sea Turtle' and 'Goldfishie', hey? Those are good names for my green and red friends. Cats are known for liking fish." He leaned forward, his grin growing. “Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Floyd nodded, “Floyd Leech. It's nice to meet you, too.” He looked curiously at the boy beside him, taking in his shaggy hair, piercings, and impish smile.

"You're not what I expected.” Floyd smiled, "But you seem fun, Catfish. I didn't think Goldfishie would get along with someone so... interesting."

Che'nya's eyes lit up slightly. "Catfish? Heh heh heh, most people call me Che'nya, but I guess that works. And I’ve heard some… interesting stories about you, too."

He stretched his legs out in front of him, leaning back with his arms behind his head as he sighed. "But yeah, I don't think Riddle could shake me if he tried." 

"I'm almost jealous." Floyd tipped his head slightly. "Most of the time, Goldfishie likes to swim away before I can play with him."

Che'nya laughed, "Well, if you're wondering, he 'swam off' that way." He pointed off to the side. “Just don’t be rough with him. I don’t like people mistreating my friends.”

Floyd looked off into the crowd where he had pointed, and let out a small laugh. “Alright, good to know. Maybe I’ll find him later, if I feel like it”, he smiled and sat back. “And Goldfishie’s stronger than he looks, but I guess you’d know that.”

Che’nya nodded, then leaned closer with a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know, I bet we could do something that would really surprise him.” 

Floyd turned slightly towards Che’nya, and flashed a smile. “Yeah, we probably could. I think we should talk more in the future, Catfish. You seem pretty fun.” 

Che’nya grinned, “You seem pretty fun, too.”

"Well,” he stretched his arms above his head. “I think I’m going to go and find some more treats… and play some more tricks tonight. I'll catch you around, Floyd." 

With a haunting giggle echoing in his ears, Floyd watched as the boy beside him faded into nothingness, just the same way he had arrived. 

What a weird guy.

Floyd unwrapped the candy he had pocketed earlier, then popped it into his mouth. Maybe this party was worth staying at after all.

[hunterwritings]

i saw ur post about smartass! and clingy!reader and that would literally be me ldfnakjf so i am now requesting hc's for this <33 ty ily

YESS FEED INTO MY OBSESSION

miguel with a smartass & clingy reader

summary: miguel seems to tolerate you much more than everyone else

warnings: none | wc: 799

notes: literally speed wrote this because I'm obsessed

tags: @heythere525

you were very comfortable around miguel, almost too comfortable

the other spider people saw the way you hung around him and were in shock when you wouldn't get an arm ripped off when pissing him off

but miguel loved you; everyone knew that

you will almost always burst into his space whenever he's trying to do work and ask him the most absurd questions just to annoy him

sometimes it's just to try and engage conversation with him because you knew he couldn't resist giving a witty comeback

"what's your stupid long name for the spider verse again?"

"It's not stupid, it's factually correct." He shakes his head

"Uh-huh, and it's super easy to say. Y'know, you should get little business cards that say, 'I work in the Spider Society to protect the Arachno Humanoid Poly Multiverse.' I'm sure villains' would get a real kick out a' that." You smirk, hanging upside down from a web attached to your foot.

"Y'know, intelligence is supposed to be a common trait among spider people, but I guess it missed you, huh?" He raises an eyebrow and smirks as he turns around to face you hanging upside down.

"So is humor & charm, but I guess they don't like you." You smiled, crossing your arms upside down.

"You're so stupid." He just groans before turning his back to you once again and returning to staring at his holographic screens.

you laugh before pulling yourself up and jumping to land sitting on top of his shoulders, thighs on each side of his head.

"Oh, you love me." You say with a smug as you reach both of your arms down to hold onto his head.

Miguel didn't move or ask you to get off of him, he just accepted it.

normally, you'd just lay your head against his back and wrap your arms around his body as you hug him closely while he does work; he doesn't mind it as long as you don't interfere with his work.

if you're tired or extra clingy, you'll jump up onto his back and wrap your legs around his body and wrap your arms around his neck.

you like to lay your head against his muscular back and hear his heartbeat, it can almost put you to sleep.

if you are tired or falling asleep while on his back, he'll reach his arms down to hold your legs from falling onto the ground

you love talking to miguel, even if most of the time he won't talk back

even though this man doesn't have spider sense, he knows when something is wrong with you

on days when you are upset or something happened, there will be no snarky comment from you or messing with miguel

you just walk in and jump up onto his back and squeeze him tight

when he notices it's you and you're quiet, he already knows something is wrong and is ready to stop everything he's doing to find out what

he hates it whenever you get injured on missions and you continue to make stupid jokes

You groaned out in pain from the metal that pierced your side. "Heh, that armored suit is looking real good right now." You hissed in pain.

Miguel kneeled down next to you and applied pressure to the gauge in your abdomen

"Hey Miguel, I guess it's still better than your suit huh? One wrong malfunction to your suit and you're naked." You laughed.

"Oh my god, you are the stupidest person I know." Miguel shakes his head.

"Ouch, that's hurts more than the wound." You fake being upset and then smirk at him.

"You're literally bleeding out!" Miguel snaps, whispering Spanish curse words under his breath.

Miguel would be lying if he said he didn't like your company

He definitely doesn't watch the tracker on your watch almost everywhere you go if you are even one minute late

let's be honest, miguel is touch starved

once he sees how much of a touchy person you are after getting comfortable with him, he's not a fan of it

at first, he was one to push you away from him and hate the idea of physical affection towards him

it wasn't until one day when you were help fix him up from after a rough fight and you had your hands holding his head in place. Your hand lied on his cheek and he never realized how nice it felt for someone to hold his face so softly. It was the first time you felt him lean into your touch.

Now he he let's you do almost anything you want to him, even with spider people around.

sometimes, he'll even initiate affection when he really needs and you are more than happy to give it to him

[sgiandubh]

What happened with Barbour ?

Dear Barbour Anon,

My favorite kind of Anon, even if I know the question has recently been asked again and not in this corner. Never mind, I think it's time to talk about it, too.

I bought my first Barbour (entry-level, so olive) Bedale wax jacket 25 years ago, from their (long gone, now) shop on Boulevard Raspail, in Paris. It was a mandatory clothing item to own if you wanted to properly mingle with the law school crowd (it still is) and it ended up being one of my most prized possessions, possibly a part of me. I still have it somewhere, back home. Two more followed, along with a fetishist array of shirts, scarves, beanies and even one of those sturdy crossbody bags you can fit half a house in. So you can imagine my absolute thrill when I found out, very very late, that S had had a rather substantial collaboration with them, from 2016 and until 2019.

I am very bad with timelines, as you probably know and possibly even cackle about, but still: S was appointed as the company's first ever Global Brand Ambassador on July 16, 2016. His mission statement was very precisely defined by the brand and for some reason we'll analyze a bit later, this is important:

(Source, heh: https://www.astonbourne.co.uk/is-barbour-a-luxury-brand-unraveling-the-mystique-of-classic-outerwear/).

A shirt and vest signature collection followed in 2017 and 2018, with the contract being renewed. Advertisement was absolutely gorgeous and designed to shape a very positive image, both for S and the brand. Last autumn's SS Gin promo retained some of that irresistible aesthetic DNA and I discussed it at length.

See for yourself, Anon. The fandom endlessly discussed the first long clip (with the chocolate labrador), but I have no idea if these two have been seen, let alone debated. If they did, let that be my nostalgic mistake.

Spring/Summer 2018:

Fall 2018:

And then disaster stroke, with S's trip to Ha-wa-wee 1.0, in the spring of 2019. A short reel, featuring a rather agglomerated boat trip, was posted on socials. Unfortunately for S, it also featured an allegedly horrifying scene involving the 'traditional' bludgeoning to death of a tuna fish. Emotions ensued and as it often happens here, they spun out of control. Many people, including some of the most vocal S haters, tagged Barbour in their diatribes, filled with environmentalist indignation. They suggested this guy (who did not participate to the savagery and I would be even unsure he realized what was going on) was, by no reasonable means, a proper 'embodiment of the brand's identity, values and aspirations' (remember that mission statement?).

Tone deaf as ever in the midst of a serious PR crisis, S put friendship above anything else, and publicly praised the boat's owner, calling him 'the heart and soul of the island', if I remember well. I still would like to think he has no idea what the hell exactly happened. And then, when somebody finally (August 2019) asked Barbour on Insta about their collaboration with S, they got this politely dry, but clear answer:

"We don't have any plans for a collaboration with SH in the near future" means, in my book and to my understanding, "we are never going to work with this guy again". Truly, some people in here who dare to give morality lessons to others, should be proud of themselves: they did it knowingly and in a very organized way, using multiple sock accounts, to give the impression of a collective retching reflex. To cut the story short, the dread of any ad campaign on this planet.

The effort was genuine. The result of that collaboration was very good. Take, for example, this somewhat heartbreaking customer review by an American guy who has no idea who SRH is and who bought one of those jackets from a Barbour factory warehouse, in 2021, with a hefty rebate (70% off). Clearly something Barbour wanted to get rid of at all costs - what a pity and really what a SHAME on all those hypocrites who will never admit to a public assassination by the book:

This time, I am absolutely not sorry for the length, Anon. This is something that still makes me boil. Unfairness and cheap nastiness simply disgust me.

(Thank you, sweetheart, for the screenshot, always. You know who you are 😘😘😘).

[temporarilyunspokensneezes]

Roommates Do These Things For Each Other

W/icked - Ge//lphie

Warnings: none

Tags: allergies, feathers, stuck sneezes, lesbian witches

Word count: ~500

Note: for the sake of the (non existent) plot, assume that this is post-ozdust but pre-emerald city, sometime in the spring semester at Shiz.

Also these two have me in the best/worst chokehold 🙈 I haven't written a damn thing in nearly 3 years and yet they managed to pull this out of me. Written directly here on the post so please forgive grammar issues and tense changes.

"Elphieeee!! Oh, oh Elphie! It's happening again, help!!!" Galinda cried from her side of the room.

It would've been a disturbance from her notes if Elphaba hadn't already been completely distracted since the first sniffle produced from the other girl earlier that afternoon.

Miss pink and popular scurried over towards Elphaba at her desk, both hands fanning her pinched face. Perhaps her nose being pink should simply be considered on brand for her.

"I don't know why you don't just go to the school nurse for some spring sickness potions..." Elphaba grumbled, trying to will away the creeping threat of a blush rising to her face. This was what? The 5th time this week alone? She wasn't sure how much more she could take.

"But Elphieeee," Galinda whined. "I hate how sleepy those silly potions make me. I don't have time to waste sleeping the days away." They've had this debate already, and each time Elphaba conceded the moment she saw Galinda's nose scrunch and wriggle, eye lids flutter as her petite frame shuddered, only to fall slack once more before reaching the precipice.

"Fine," came her sighed response, hoping it sounded more annoyed than nervous. She lets that feeling in the center of her chest grow and swell, concentrating on it and urging it to bend to her will. An experience that used to utterly terrify her, now a much more practiced exercise in control.

The small feather floats over, already lose from its original home in Elphaba's pillow, and hovers in front of Galinda's face. The girl's expression turns grateful the moment she sees the fluffy white thing, sending an unspoken thank you to Elphaba before letting her eyes close and her hands kept away from her face.

Elphaba is simply glad that her roommate never tries to watch her during this. She's not sure her heart could handle it. She also tells herself that the reason she stares so intently at Galinda's face is for the sake of concentration on her magic and nothing else.

Slowly, the feather wanders closer to that pink nose, gently tracing along the rims of the underside. "Eh-Elphie... don't juh-st...don't just tease. C'mon," Galinda pleads through hitched breaths. It makes trying to swallow feel thick in Elphaba's throat. She sends the feather further, swirling rhythmically as it enters. Elphaba swears she can almost feel how the feather strokes and coaxes out the stubborn tickles. Oz help her...

"Oh! Oh yes, right there! Yes, that's it, I'm finally going to-!.... Heh....eh-heh!....het'CHIII!" It's simultaneously dramatic and petite, much like Galinda herself, and hastily aimed into a pink handkerchief. A look of pure relief crosses Galinda's features after all is over, leaving her smiling and sniffling from behind the piece of fabric. "Thank you, Elphie!" She beams, wrapping her roommate in a quick hug before skipping back over to her own bed to continue studying.

Elphaba only nods in response, turning back to her textbook but unable to read a word of it. Oz help her, this was going to be a long spring ....

[paquerettexx]

leo kurosagi — tiny dancer (one-shot)

model reevaluates relationship with diabolic influencer

pairing: leo kurosagi / reader

tags: angst, hurt no comfort, manipulation, gaslighting, slightly mature themes

words: 878

[cross posted from ao3]

Hand on my chin, tilting my face upward to meet his eyes. Eyes like amber stare back at me, golden glint flashing under the reflection of the dim and gloom from the windows.

"I'm tired, Leo..." I heaved a sigh, eyes averting away from the sweet temptation of his honeyed eyes. His lips would quirk a bit at the side as he finds amusement within my predicament. "I can't do this anymore." I whispered.

"You're spewing nonsense again, babe." He'd dismiss my words with a scoff as if I was deliberately being difficult for him. "Quit being so boring, you're my bitch."

"That's the thing– I don't want to be your bitch anymore." I stated, biting my lips, my hands clenched into fists from being infuriated.

"That's not for you to decide, okay?" Leo would whisper, his lips barely ghosting over my ears as his breath warmed my face. "You'll only listen to me." He added before placing a kiss on my cheek.

"You ruined me." I mumbled under my breath as I sat frozen on our bed, my back against the ginormous window that overlooked other skyscrapers within the city.

"You ruined yourself." He'd deny my voice, lips coming to place a chaste kiss on my cheek as I felt salty teardrops fall on my cheeks. "I'm only taking good care of my precious bitch." Leo would add, combing my hair through his fingers before leaning in to place a kiss on my locks.

"Are you acting like this because I neglected you for a week? Is that it, hm?" He'd ask, tone insensitive to my tears as always. The weather outside reflected my feelings– cloudy, gloomy, and hazy. Gray clouds blanketed the sky, covering the sun; not even a ray of light could reach me who was trapped in his arms.

White sheets sprawled over the bed pooling around our bodies, the strap of my nightgown off my shoulder, and littered hickeys across my skin– it was all evidence of what had transpired between us last night. It made me feel disgusted at myself. How could I continue to be with a man like him?

"I asked a question." I flinched as his sharp tone brought me back like a stinging slap to my cheek. "I- I just missed you." I gritted my teeth as another lie casually fell off my lips. I'm so tired of this.

"Heh?" He'd smirk, a cunning light devilishly dancing in his eyes which were filled with amusement. "Is that right? My perfect little model missed me?" He'd taunt, an arm coming to trap me against the window and the other coming to caress my thigh, slowly hitching my nightgown up.

"I guess I should reward you more, huh? Should I give you praise? Do you think you deserve praise~?" Leo would ask, tone cheery as if he's chanting a song that would pull me back to him.

"This is your type of reward, right~?" He'd hum against my neck as he leaned in and placed a kiss, lips trailing down to my collarbone before racing up against to trace my jaw. He'd litter butterfly kisses all over my chest, my neck, and everywhere else but not my lips. He'd gaze at every part of me but never once peek into my heart that was already in his hands.

"Leo... I don't think this is a good idea anymore." I voiced out, hands coming to halt his actions. I pried his hands away from me, unable to meet his gaze that I know would trap me like quicksand.

"Hah, you really lost your mind." Leo would sigh before pulling away, hands coming to look for his phone on the nightstand as he threw on a shirt he'd discarded to the floor last night.

"This isn't like you to push me away but whatever." He would add, eyes already focused on his phone as he scrolled through his social media accounts.

"Listen up, bitch. I don't care what you do as long as you bring me clout. Let's film a vlog tomorrow so you better have that stupid smile on your face by then." Were his last words to me before he slammed the door closed, leaving me with my thoughts once again.

My heart was hammering against my chest once I was left alone again, knees to my chest as I curled up into a ball just as the rain started pouring outside.

It was strange- something even I couldn't comprehend. He used me, my name, my fame, my job, and my persona for his own gain; all for something as dismal as internet clout. Every time I pulled away, he'd pull me back in and lull me into his arms with his fickle affection that I crave. I knew I was on the losing end yet every time, I kept waiting for him to come back, to kiss it all better. He's insufferable and irredeemable yet I'm only a fool who wanted to change him.

I wanted to change him for the better yet I knew better than anyone else that my efforts are futile. He couldn't be changed, rather, he doesn't want to change. And I? I am only a tiny dancer waltzing in the palm of his hands.

[gaesnek]

tw: kinda long vent post :/

So my friend (if you see this i'm not mad or anything at you i'm not gonna shoot the messenger, i'm kinda too dissociated rn to be mad at anyone anyways) just texted me like lists from other ppl in our friendgroup (and adjacent) of all the things I do/say that annoy them or make them uncomfortable and i. i don't fucking know. some of the points are definitely valid (i'm well aware im not the best person (please don't read this as me trying to excuse/explain away anything, i'm not, and don't give me pity points)) and I get that most of us really aren't confrontational people but like it would've been nice to know in the moment instead of in a fuckoff long list of everything i've done that made someone uncomfortable/weirded out and that I never realized it. Some of the stuff was from like a decent while ago that i've stopped doing too or stuff I don't even remember happening (my memory is really shit so I wouldn't be surprised (god I would be SO easy to gaslight (but that's not whats happening here I trust these people enough to not lie to me))). Some of the stuff is probably over exaggerated, I think, or just like a complete misunderstanding of the situation but like. idfk I just, i don't want to lose another friend group especially one that I really love all the people in it but like if I annoy them this much maybe we weren't ever that close and I should leave.

was going to put these in the tags but realized they would be outside of the keep reading thing:

#at least there's the euphoria from actually being able to cry for once heh #between nearly having a panic attack in school from my teacher deadnaming me (among other things but that was the final straw) and this #i #it's been a shit day #idk why but the one thing that cuts deeper than anything else they listed was just "clingy" even though I know it's true #maybe it's because i know it's true

[redolentgrove]

(@sonder-palms) Alyse adjusted their glasses more properly before they hesitantly approached Khione. Admiring the taur's beautiful dress had made them wish they brought something fancier to wear- then again they hadn't planned to visit Faraway Island.

"You said your half-sister is a mew? She did a beautiful job on your dress, it must've taken a long time to make!" Alyse beamed happily. "What's it like having a legendary pokemon in your family?…"

They touched their pointer fingers together, a little nervous about asking. "I-if you want to talk about it, you don't have to."

Oh crap, a human. Do I run? No... they don't seem hostile.

The Aurorustaur's eyes watched Alyse's approach, keeping a nervous gaze on her face. She sniffed the air around the human a bit, noticing... a calm aroma around them. She lowered her guard slightly, nodding the closer they got to her, listening to them speak.

A Mew? They must have overheard Loki talk about Shania. But... I do have a legendary in the family... do I talk about him? Why not... they don't seem to pose a threat, and they don't know anything about where I live. Sure. It'll be good to talk about. She snapped back to reality just as Alyse touched pointer fingers and made their last remark.

"Huh? Me?" The dinosaur's head tilted in confusion. "Oh, nonono," she stammered, waving her hands at the human's question, "that's Loki that has the Mew in her family, not me. Though, uh... thank you for the compliments on my dress... you'd have to send your regards to Master Izotz for that one. He's a Chien-Pao, an incredibly gifted tailor and a distant cousin, about uh..." The Aurorustaur counted on her fingers for a moment. "...maybe eight or nine times removed? Either way we share a common Chien-Pao ancestor in his great, great, great, great, great..." She counted once again. "....great, great-grandfather."

"I wouldn't say it's really anything earth-shattering having a legendary in the family, though." Khione seemed rather nonchalant about the whole thing. "At least, Master Izotz doesn't really put too much stock into it, anyway. He's just content being a Pokemon like everyone else, and doing what he can to help family, friends, and neighbours. I don't subscribe to the whole 'legendary worship' tenet, but I know so many do. Like my friend Bijoux; she's Loki's daughter and she goes bonkers when she meets a legendary for the first time. I think she's got a bucket list to meet them all, between you and me, heh..."

The dinosaur cleared her throat, shaking her head. "I... uh, don't usually talk to humans this long, but you seem nice enough. I just hope I didn't make any sort of bad impression by talking too much; I haven't been very lucky in party set-"

"Khione! You made a friend! Thatta girl! I knew you'd be fine out here!"

The ice-type's head whipped behind her to see Loki strolling forward to meet her, the hybrid bowing gently toward Alyse. "Ah, hello... Khione, I didn't expect you to befriend a human!"

"Oh uh, well, I dunno, they commented on my dress and asked about a Mew in the family. You just caught us mid-conversation, really I never really got a chance to ask their name or double-check pronouns or any ot that."

"Oh, did they overhear us talking about my half-sister Shania? Heh... funny how you keep getting caught up in these things, Khione. Well, it can't be helped. I'm going to head over to the lantern send-off station; come join me when you're done."

"Okay." The tauric dino watched Loki strut away from her and Alyse, watching her leafy tail wag before snapping back to earth and offering the human her right hand. "Right, uh... as you probably heard, I'm Khione. I'd better get to the lantern stations; if you'd like to tag along you're welcome to. Just, er... before I go, you know, I should probably ask for your name. And make sure saying 'they' about you wasn't rude or anything."

(( @sonder-palms ))

[tohruies]

💌 if you want to!

(ﾉ´ヮ)ﾉ *: ·ﾟ💌

MY STEPH CUTIE!!! what to do mean if i want to... OF COURSE I DO!!!!!!!! ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ωﾟ)ﾟ｡ i don't even know where i should begin with you because there is so much love in my heart for you that it threatens to burst lol!! 🥺 wah... whenever i think of you, i think of the way flowers learn toward the sun :3 i'm so happy we have reached spring, and almost summer—these are stephanie seasons to me!!!!!! ⭐️ that is to say, you are warmth, and you are joy, and you are the most radiant of lights! you always show up... tagging people in posts and reblogging their posts with such encouraging tags and leaving the sweetest comments!! your heart is so unbelievably big and it melts everywhere and it really does make my own heart ache to think about, in the best way possible of course!!!!! 🥺🥺🥺 how you cheer for others without hesitation, how you hold space for everyone's happiness and sadness alike—you make people feel like they have a place where they belong 🥺💗 it is such a gift, and it inspires me to try to be more like that, hehe!!!

i only hope with all my might that every ounce of love you give to the world is returned to you 100000000 fold, bundled up in all the gentleness you deserve 🥺 and i understand that sometimes it's perhaps hard to believe it's truth, especially on heavy days, but i so sincerely hope you know that you are someone so precious and irreplaceable 🥺🥺 it is one of life's greatest blessings to know you!!!!!! and WAH—your selfships!!! obviously, i love seeing you talk about your favourite little guys, heh... :3 to see you embrace the love you deserve to be held with and to see you find happiness in these characters who cherish you the way you should always be cherished 🥺 especially more lately!!!

it makes me tear up (ksjfhsdj i'm so sorry!!!) because that means you're allowing yourself to bask in it and deep down know that you're worthy of this type of love 🥺💗💗💗 and i hope you will always remember there is nothing selfish about it—only things that are beautiful and true ⭐️ so!! my sweet angel steph 🌸🤍 i hope it is okies for me to gently remind you here that the fervent kindness your pour so freely into the world doesn't go unnoticed and it will never fade!!! it lives on forever in my heart and i'm most certain of everyone that has ever been lucky enough to know you 🥺 you're like a hand that squeeze's someone else's tightly!! with all the reassurance in the world :3 so i hope you will tend to that big, big, loving heart of yours okay!!!! i hope you will let yourself rest when you need to and bask in the love you receive 🥺💗 i hope i can continue to play a part in doing that for you, if you'll allow me!!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH STEPH WAH! ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´▽`ﾟ)ﾟ｡ always and foreverrrrr!!!

[traineecryptid]

NPSS Weibo Q&A (20240831) Part 3

This is a Q&A session held on Weibo. People will tag their questions with the hashtag #南派三叔藏海花在线答疑# (#NPSS Zang Hai Hua Online Q&A#) and NPSS will look through the tag to pick some to answer. The event started at 1500 hours on 2024 August 31st.

Folder with screenshots and big compilation google doc is here. Part 1 is here. Part 2 is here.

1554

Q: Shu, you and Xu Lei and Nanpai Sanshu living well together is more important than anything. This is the real Iron Triangle. 

A: I can act in three roles from Identity V by myself, right?

1555

Q: When will Flowery Night be released? Actually movies aren’t a bad choice. What do you think, Sanshu? (but please choose Ji2 please)

A: I will work hard to do movies!

1555

Q: It’s really too hard to say goodbye. I want to ask what do you think about saying goodbye? A: I never say goodbye, only ever die suddenly.

1556

Q: Shu, have you thought about going on variety shows? I feel like your recent mental state is very suitable to say something [at variety shows].

A: Heh heh heh heh, no one will invite me.

1557

Q: Have you seen the Yucun play? A: I’ll go see it in a few days.

1559

Q: I want to know what the others [in the tomb raiding circle] think about “because of Wu Xie, the worth of Zhangs rose”.

A: Just like in the entertainment industry. They think guzhuang idol dramas could make people famous, so they all went to act in guzhuang idol dramas. 

1559

Q: I feel like Sanshu is replying rather quickly. You're answering questions everyday. Last time it was Douyin, now it’s Weibo. I’d say that all the sets in ZHH are all pretty good! I’m awed. I could tell that there’s heart in them. But that transition from young Wu Xie into Wu Xie a few years later shocked me. I was just telling my sister that this young Wu Xie is so handsome and just as I finished talking, the person changed. How did you come up with the idea to make Wu Laogou play Wu Xie? A: Maybe this represents a sort of heart demon. (T/N: heart demon is like an obsession, something that bothers a person a lot and they would always circle back on it and it would affect everything they do etc.)

1559

Q: Is the beginning of Flowery Night them going to Iceland together? Will there be clues about the brass box there?

A: There will be.

1601

Q: (T/N: original question was deleted but according to the comments…) Will you act as Wu Xie in a drama?

A: For you, I will surely do it.

1601

Q: Shu, did you know that Qin Hao laoshi’s profile pic is still Sha Hai Wu Xie!!!! If you don’t answer me, I will A: I know. I’m teary eyed.

1602

Q: Shu, ZHH is really not bad! Are you happy with the current data and reviews?

A: I’m really quite happy. So this is how it feels to have a good response. I’ve grown numb after being scolded for the past ten years. I’ve forgotten this feeling.

1603

Q: Shu, which scene in ZHH left the deepest impression on you?

A: Three days of silence.

1604

Q: Sanshu, are you still writing the 2nd ZHH novel? Which novel are you updating now?

A: I haven’t turned around yet. (T/N: this probably means that he hasn’t managed to switch tracks from working on other things back to working on writing yet)

1606

Q: Shu, what do you do when you hit a plateau? Would you lose sleep? Or would you imagine what Wu Xie and the others are doing?

A: I don’t hit plateaus. I’m just lazy, lacking self control and cowardly, and I like to procrastinate and run away from reality. Although I have a lot of weaknesses, I’m greedy at the same time. Sigh.

1608

Q: Shu, I want to know what else left a deep impression on Wu Laoban when he was in Tibet. A: The dry toilet on the cliff. (T/N: reference below)

Another 15! Some shorter questions this time. And part 1 to part 3 covers the first hour of Q&A and some change. Good news is that NPSS's pace is still slow for now and I'm slowly catching up. I do have a few more posts worth, but I figured that I should space them out so we don't get tired of them.

[gamerbearmira]

Okay, a small idea for Tattletail protag!Antonio... what if, at least on the first night, it wasn't just Antonio, but ALL of grandkids decided to peek in their gifts? Mostly because :

(If after the movie events) Isabela wants to experience that rush of being a mischievous kid, Mirabel and Camilo because they both are little gremlins, Dolores, kinda, already knows what her gift is, but wants to see still and Luisa... just doesn't want to be left out of fun, so she tags along with them. Heh

OH??? VERY COOL...in terms of movie, yes, it does take place after. Thing is, its just in the late 90s. BUT YEAHHHHHH

I think Antonio would still be the main. And the others are like those npcs who sit on the side and you can talk to them, but they don't do much else. Maybe their presents can help Antonio in a way.

ALSO???? Like what would their presents be??? Off the bat. I think Luisa should get a puppy. Because. <3333

[umbracirrus]

OC in Fifteen

Tagged by @skyrim-forever and @hircines-hunter to post fifteen lines of dialogue that showcase your oc's personality!

Of course I'm going to use my girl Elyse <3 Lines 1-13 are from The Perfect Storm, line 14 from 'A moment in the sunset' oneshot, and line 15 from my smutty '"Do you surrender?"' oneshot :3 I looked through Seeking the Sun but she hasn't spoke much in that yet-!!! She's very much in her shell still.

"He knows well enough that I’m not getting involved in the war. After everything that I went through for Skyrim… It might sound selfish of me, but I can't. Won't.”

"What Ulfric failed to mention... Was that he wanted to force me to marry him. He wanted to take everything away from me so that he could use me. What better way to sway the masses than saying ‘look, I’ve married the Dragonborn who saved you all, you should join me because she’s with me and not the Imperials!’, right?"

"That bastard wanted to take my freedom away from me!"

"I wouldn’t be surprised if it is. Why else do you think that I decided to come here? Not to invite the Jarl for salad, that’s for certain."

Now… the sooner we get this tidying done, the sooner we get some free time, and the sooner I we can have a look around. I mean, I didn’t even know Dragonsreach had guest rooms until last night! Maybe I can ask the Jarl if there is anywhere of interest… Do you think that there would be a library? There has to be one, right? Or maybe a-"

"When the time comes that I have to pick a side in this war, I already know what I will be choosing. Divines, I already have chosen. I will be on the side of Whiterun."

"No matter the consequences. He trusted me through everything as I worked towards defeating Alduin – now it’s my turn to trust him. He hasn’t given me reason not to."

"If, as Farengar said, not even the Skyforge could melt it… getting it far away from civilisation is likely the next best option. There is nobody at Skuldafn. One or two draugr, but most certainly no people."

“I saw that, and it isn't funny! This was a fluke, there’s only two bows I can use properly, and this isn’t like either of them!”

“Sweetrolls, cake, tarts, candies, berries... How could I not?”

“I... I don’t like burdening others with my issues. It just drags others into the chaos that has been my life since I made the stupid decision to leave Cyrodiil years ago. Balgruuf took on enough of them by letting me into his home...”

 "For so much of my life, it was just me and my parents. It was us against what felt like the world. Then it was just me, on my own… I'm not used to having other people trying to look out for me. Or at least… never for long. Not without some sort of ulterior motive or ending in death."

“Winterhold is in my blood... But Winterhold never has nor ever would truly accept me.”

"Perhaps we could slip out to the Bannered Mare for a warm meal and a drink? I'm sure that Irileth and Lydia wouldn't mind… so long as they don't realise that we are gone."

"Heh… 'mercy', is it? Balgruuf, I have the capability to knock you onto your backside with just a word, and you know it. Just try me."