#i was gonna make both in the second one all for one guy but then i realized we have another guy i should gift to too !!!

[cjlouwho]

Tommy just isn’t a bottom though it’s crazy to me that people force him to be just to match their weird ass fantasy.

I'm gonna make him bottom even harder now!!!

Continuation from this little guy

"Oh God, yeah, yeah, like that, Evan, fuck!"

"We- we're supposed t- to be talking," Buck stuttered, hooking Tommy's legs over his shoulders to get a better angle.

"We, mhm, we did. Good talk, ohmygodyes, good talk." Tommy brought his hands to Buck's sides, gripping him and pulling him in harder, faster. "Can you, uh-huh, kiss me, please?"

Who was Buck to deny him that? He leaned down, nearly bending Tommy in half, and pressed their lips together, licking his way into Tommy's mouth.

He couldn't thrust into him as hard at this angle, his movements short and sharp, but Tommy didn't seem to mind from the sounds he was making.

Sounds that drove Buck absolutely insane. He'd heard them a little in the supply closet, had to try and keep him quiet then, but he didn't have to do that now. And even with Buck's tongue halfway down Tommy's throat, Tommy managed to grunt and whine and nearly fucking purr with every movement Buck made.

"Shit, Tommy," Buck panted, resting his forehead against Tommy's. "I- I never heard you like this before."

"I miss- oh, fuck- I missed you, Evan."

Damn it, Buck was not going to cry right now. He didn't care how misty his eyes were getting, he would not cry. He lifted himself back up, staring into Tommy's eyes. They were wet too, red-rimmed with tears he was also unwilling to shed.

"I missed you too." He dropped Tommy's legs off his shoulders and, in one swift movement, rolled them over until Tommy was on top.

The movement buried Buck even deeper inside him, and Buck nearly came at the sight of Tommy's eyes rolling back in his head.

"Work for it," Buck demanded. He wrapped his hand around Tommy's cock and slowly, so fucking slowly, began to jerk him off.

Tommy shivered at the touch, at the words, at Buck's cock hitting right against his prostate every time he so much as moved an inch.

"I won't l- last long," Tommy admitted, a blush rising over his sweat-slick skin. God, Buck wanted nothing more than to lick the sweat off every inch of his body. He'd make a mental note to do that later.

Because there would be a later.

Tommy lifted up until the head of Buck's cock was all that was left inside him, then he slammed himself back down. Once, twice, three times, and he was coming all over both Buck and himself.

It didn't take long for Buck to follow after him, coming deep inside him for the second time that night.

Tommy nearly collapsed on top of Buck, their sticky bodies practically melding into one.

After a couple minutes of silence, Buck turned his head to the side and pressed a kiss against Tommy's temple. "You wanna get up?" he asked. "So I can get us a rag?"

"Can you just... stay in me?" Tommy replied, point blank. He bit down at Buck's pulse point, just enough to tease, then licked against it to soothe the skin. "Stay in me until your hard," he whispered, "and then fuck me again," he kissed along his neck, "and again," along his jaw, "and again," he punctuated the last one by clenching around Buck's dick, moaning against his lips. "Please, Evan."

"Holy shit," Buck breathed out. He wrapped his arms around Tommy's back and held onto him tight. "Holy shit, you're gonna kill me. B- but yeah, yeah I can do that."

Tommy smiled, resting his weight over Buck. "Want you in me forever, Evan." He spoke the words like a secret. A promise.

And while it might not be possible to physically remain connected to him for the rest of their lives, in this moment, Buck never felt more determined to figure out a way to do it.

[jjkbambi]

the morning after luigi mangione x reader (18+)

summary!!! part two of is it new years yet because you do not get back together just cuz he has good dick OMG 🖕🖕🖕🖕😒 he also has a great personality and loves eating pussy

warnings: smut, kinda angsty, he’s manipulative but honestly he’s such a nice guy, you should really give him a second chance

^ not edited let’s alll just practice gratitude 🙏

seven days, thirteen hours, and nine minutes and thirty six seconds.

that’s how long it had been since luigi had seen you. not that he’d been counting, he was truly trying to be normal about the distance this time around.

he replays the morning after on a loop, searching for the slightest hint he’d done something wrong to no avail. as a matter of fact, your quiet body was beside him until deep into the afternoon, nothing but soft snores exchanged between the two of you. he wakes before you, kissing your forehead before taking his leave. his frat brothers whistle at him as he enters the wretchedly messy house, throwing him a water.

“happy new year, big guy,” one of them, hasan, greets. “did’ya spend your night thinking about new goals or scoring the same one?”

luigi rolls his eyes. “fuck off.”

another brother chimes in, bright-eyed. “when are we meeting her?”

“in your dreams.”

he had no intention of sharing you in any way; the thought of anyone else even looking at you irritated him. but starting the new year off by your side was far too great a fate to be stoic about. he grabs a plate of what’s left of their shitty communal breakfast (jar salsa from the night before, scrambled eggs, and two pieces of mostly burnt toast) and brings it into your room.

“y/n,” he calls out while entering. the door to the bathroom is now closed, and he sees your shadow shuffling around the room.

hesitant, the door creaks open. youre back in your black minidress, holding onto your heels. “hey, pretty.”

“hi,” you say tightly, the mistakes and soreness from the night before lingering in your mind. you’ve just wiped away the tears still streaked on your face, yet your ex-boyfriend hardly looks hungover.

“dressed up just for me?” he jokes, kissing your cheek. he offers you the plate of food but you shake your head.

“lacy’s waiting for me. i’ve got to go.”

“stay,” he says, his voice honey-sweet, like the boyfriend you knew months ago. it makes you feel sick, the familiarity of it all suffocating you. the room feels too small.

you push away from him. “i have to go.”

“baby,” he drops everything he’s holding to grab you again. “what’s wrong? is everything alright?”

he always blows your mind with his audacity. “no, everything’s not alright, luigi,” you spit back. “we shouldn’t have—none of that should’ve happened.”

“what do you mean?”

“luigi,” you sigh. “we’re over, alright? it’s done.”

“y/n—”

“i mean it,” you raise your voice so slightly, but still it breaks. “you cheated on me, then pulled all this shit, i can’t do it anymore.”

“you can’t do it anymore? are you serious?”

“yes!”

“you ignored me for weeks then showed up at my fucking party, dressed like that,” his voice was low, but angry. brows furrowed, he doesn’t lose his grip on you. it scares you. “you can’t tell me you weren’t bartering for my attention.”

“i wasn’t.”

his jaw sets. “then who’s?”

“oh my god. nobody’s!”

“don’t fucking lie to me—”

“lu, stop, seriously.” your voice trembles this time, and you both notice it. he drops your hand.

“i didnt mean to hurt you,” he says, soft at your upset. “i swear—i dont remember cheating on you. i’m not gonna mess up like that again, i promise.”

he leans in to kiss you, to seal the pledge with his gentle touch, but you pull back. “it doesn’t matter that you didn’t mean to hurt me—you did. you can’t just pretend it didn’t happen.“

his big brown eyes bear into yours and he swears, “i can make it up to you.”

“luigi,” you hadn’t even realized you’d been crying until he brings his hands up to wipe your tears away. “i just don’t think this is a good idea, i’m sorry.”

“come on,” he says, frowning. “i love you. only you.” his lean-in to kiss you is successful this time. the kiss feels much better—softer—than last night’s. he’s gentle with his desperation, intent on making you stay. “‘m sorry, okay?” he says between kisses. “let me make it better.”

“no, luigi, we shouldn’t—”

“you’ve got to hear me out, y/n,” he takes your lips again. his hot kisses move down your neck—and it all feels so different this time around. even the air in the room feels lighter. his voice is against your ear when he swears, “i’ll be good to you, sweetheart, i promise.”

saying no to him is near impossible—it’s why you shut yourself off of him for weeks, avoiding places he frequented, deactivating your social media, ignoring his constant stream of messages and calls. now, he has you, and within minutes, you’re pressed against the wall again.

“feels good?” he teases, grinding his hard-on into your core. you melt underneath him, you can’t help it, he’s so warm.

“lu,” you whimper. you’re still sensitive from how selfishly he took you the night before, you can’t help but react to his touch so quickly. it felt so raw.

“wait—” he never does. his hands are on your hips again, moving your body against his.

“just let me take care of you,” he says, trailing kisses down your neck again. this time, he was sure to leave marks.

he keeps the dress on this time. he places you back onto the bed, and as you gather the courage to take him in again, he moves beneath you.

“knew i recognized these,” his voice hot against the fabric of your panties.

you told yourself the lacy black panties were just meant to match the dress, but it all seemed so intentional—the party crash, the kitchen drive-by, the fact that you were wearing his valentines day gift. whether this was a manifestation of your greatest fear or desire, you couldn’t tell.

he kisses your thighs, then runs his tongue against your core through the fabric of your panties before ceremoniously ripping them off. he kisses and sucks at your wetness. you tremble at the suddenness of his movement. his big nose is so prominent in your pussy, you can’t help but grind yourself against his perfect face and whine as he drinks you in.

“you’re such a fucking mess,” luigi says, smiling into your warmth. his unshaven stubble tickles your sensitive cunt, sending a tremor through you. “so wet, i’ve barely even touched you.”

“i can’t help it,” you whimper.

he grabs your ass, pulling you closer to his relentless mouth. it’s ridiculous how good he feels. he’s completely shameless in his endeavor to ruin you.

“look at me,” luigi orders, so you do. you look down to see him, finding that he’s already gotten to touching himself. his hard length at the edge of the bed, furiously red, as he strokes himself. “i think about you everyday,” he admits in between licking at your core. “i missed how this pretty pussy tasted. i missed having you like this. holding you down so you can’t squirm away. missed hearing you beg.”

you’re almost there, fidgeting underneath his hands. “luigi, please. it’s too much.”

“you’ve taken worse,” he growls into you.

he feels like he’s on fire. one hand moves up and down along his cock fervently, while the other lends itself to fingering your frothing pussy. you mewl at the sudden entry, back arching.

“luigi,” you whine. “please.”

“i’m trying to do a nice thing for you, y/n,” he hums, “but you want me to be selfish, hm? want me to take you?”

“yes,” you say, breathless.

“fuckin’ slut,” he grumbles, pulling himself away from your wet cunt. he grabs your ankles and pulls you to the edge of the bed. “what d’you want from me, huh?”

“want you.”

“course you do,” luigi says, surprising you with hard slaps against your sensitive clit. you cry out at the sensation, the unfamiliar storm of bliss and torment, and he chuckles darkly. “you fuckin’ belong to me.”

he grabs your chin and forces you into another kiss, your wetness now staining you both. he lifts your leg up and slides himself back into your wet warmth. “you’re dripping,” he praises as he pounds into you. the exhilarating pain sets your senses alight, you grip onto him tighter without even realizing. “all for me, yeah?”

“all for you.” you nod. this is not how you expected this conversation to go. you writhe at how big he is, how hard.

“you can take it,” he grunts. he’s not fast, this time—his thrusts are agonizingly slow and tortuously deep—just as you think it’s all entirely too much, one hand grips your clothed tit, the other lifts to cradle your chin, forcing your lips to part open. he spits into your mouth. “swallow,” he orders.

you do.

“good girl,” he places sloppy, wet kisses along your jaw, your neck, then goes to bite at your tits. “so fuckin’ pretty.”

“i thought about you too,” you admit sheepishly, out of your mind. he looks up at you, raises his eyebrows, urging you to go on. “i missed you.”

to your surprise, he scoffs. “fuckin’ bitch.” he suddenly loses the interest in being gentle with you, returning to your body rough and angry. his fingers massage against your clit, unraveling you. “you’re just as crazy as i am, you know that? running around town like you don’t belong to me. like you don’t touch yourself late at night thinking about this cock. wishing those fingers were half as good as mine, huh? fuckin’ idiot.”

“luigi,” you cry out. was this him being nice?

“be a good girl f’me,” he grunts. he feels you pulse around his cock and drives into you with even more force. “cum all over me, baby. have my fuckin’ kids.”

“luigi,” you mewl again, desperate for release.

“come on, pretty, show me how good it feels.”

his lips return to yours, hot wet and desperate, as he cums inside of you. you’re a complete mess—squirming and whimpering as you unravel onto his cock, he catches your moans with kisses and leaves you shaking underneath him.

“good girl,” he hums, kissing your forehead.

for a fleeting moment, the two of you are perfect. everything feels just right. he slips into the spot beside you, the disarray of tangled sheets forgotten as he pulls you into his warmth. you sink into the nape of his neck, and though there are no more words spoken, the air is thick with an undeniable love, quiet but all encompassing.

but when he stirs awake, reaching for you, all that lingers is the soft, fading smell of your spring perfume.

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[wlwxreader]

Not a Crush

not my gif

Jackie Taylor x fem!reader

Summary: despite what the entire team thinks, Jackie doesn’t have a crush on you. So why does it make her skin crawl when she sees a guy trying to flirt with you?

Warning(s): jealous!Jackie, possessive!Jackie, oblivious!reader, pre-crash!Jackie, Nat being a little shit, simp!Jackie

Word count: 2.6k

Masterlist: tba

No matter how much the team teased her about it, Jackie Taylor did not have a crush on you.

Did she like your soft smile? Yes. Could she spend days on end listening to a recording of your cheerful and sweet laugh? Why, of course. Did her heart stop whenever you looked at her a second too long? Maybe, but it was only because she thought you were beautiful —in a platonic way.

She did not like you. She didn’t think of you every night before she went to bed. Nope. Not at all. And Nat could shove her own words up her ass, because she sure as hell wasn’t a simp for you.

Yeah, as if.

“Hey,” you waved your hand in the air as you walked towards the field. You had just changed into your football uniform, and looked around. “Is everyone ready for practice?”

“Yeah,” Nat said, stretching her arms. “We were waiting for you for like, I don’t know, ten minutes.”

“You’re the last one. You know what that means,” Van smirked at you, and if it wasn’t for Tai’s presence next to them, you would have walked over to smack them in the face.

“Gotta run for ten minutes around the field,” Lottie said in a singsong voice. You narrowed your eyes at her.

“I’m gonna get you, Matthews,” you threatened with mock anger.

“What’s going on?” Jackie, who had been talking to coach Ben about something, asked. Her smile grew a little bigger when she noticed you within the other team players, and you swear you heard Nat and Shauna giggle to each other.

“Y/N was last,” Nat said. “She has to run for ten minutes.”

“Okay, fine—”

“That won’t be necessary,” Jackie said. Her voice, always soft and bright, was commanding. She wasn’t the Jackie who played around anymore, she was captain Jackie, and everyone in the team knew it.

“What?” Van asked, offended. They looked between the both of you, mouth ajar. “That’s not fair! It’s a tradition you started, Jackie. Last one has in the field during practice has to run while the others train. Y/N was the last one today.”

“Enough, Palmer,” Jackie gave them a stern look. “Y/N was late because of me.”

You gave her a surprised look, taken aback by her lie. You should not have been bewildered, though— Jackie always had your back no matter what, using her easy charm to cover up for your slip-ups

“Making out before practice?” Nat asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

Jackie’s cheeks turned a bright red color, but she didn’t dare to look at you. Instead, she clapped her hands together a few times, and everyone around sobered up.

“Divide yourself into two teams,” Jackie raised her voice. “Whoever team wins, gets to rest while the others run a lap.”

Everyone groaned, looking around to start to form the groups, trying to be as equitative as possible.

“Shauna, you’re captain of team green. Team blue is my team,” Jackie called, and the brown eyed woman nodded, wasting no time to craft the perfect team in her mind as she looked at everyone in the field.

“Okay, cool—”

“Y/N,” Jackie interrupted her best friend. “You’re on my team.”

“And in her heart,” whispered Nat.

Thankfully, neither Jackie nor you hear it.

If Jackie did not like you, she obviously also didn’t feel any ownership over you. She wasn’t jealous, she wasn’t possessive; there was no point in being those things, as you were both just two good friends.

But sometimes, someone would walk up to you and Jackie forgot her inner mantra, throwing it out the window of her mind. The person would smirk and lean in close, feigning they could not hear what you were saying, and Jackie would feel something dark and uncomfortable burning inside of her.

Sure, you weren’t hers, but that didn’t mean anyone had the right to talk to you, so obviously trying to flirt it was painful to observe.

They didn’t have the right because— because— well, because she said so.

“Hey, Y/N,” Jackie said, walking up to your locker. 

Her voice was high-pitched, and you turned to look at her. Anyone else would have thought nothing of her tone, but you knew her; it was the same voice she used when she wanted to be rude but knew she couldn’t.

“Hi, Jackie,” you said, completely forgetting about the man who was talking to you about the chemistry test you both had next week.

Jackie walked with purpose, and she stood in front of you. She wrapped her arm around your shoulders, pulling you into her body. You sighed in relief; it was starting to get cold, and her warmth was welcomed.

The woman smiled when you rested your head on her shoulder, and big green eyes twinkling as she started the man down.

“What were you talking about?” she asked, even though she wasn’t interested in the least. She knew how men were— she suffered their unwanted advances on the daily. It was all an act to get you on their bed.

“Oh,” the man said, clearing his throat. “We were discussing the next chemistry exam—”

“Well, I hope you study hard. Bye.”

You barely had time to close your locker before Jackie was pulling you away from that man.

“Hey— Jackie,” you complained, pulling your books closer to your chest. “What was that for?”

“That boy is a womanizer,” Jackie said through gritted teeth. “He just wanted to get in your panties.”

“You think?” you asked, turning slightly to look at the boy, who was leaning against your locker and staring at you. When he saw you looking back, he smirked and waved. “I think he just wants help studying.”

“You’re too naïve,” the blonde said. “He has tried that same trick with half the school.”

“Really?” you whispered conspicuously. “I thought he was just being friendly.”

Jackie shook her head, leaning in to kiss the side of your head. Her arm was still around you, and it made you walk awkwardly. You still didn’t complain.

“Boys are never friendly just because, Y/N,” she said. “They only got one thing on their mind.”

“Kissing?” you raised an eyebrow at her.

Jackie’s laugh could be heard all around the halls, a melodic sound that carried you out of the building.

“Every year it gets colder earlier,” you complained, shivering slightly.

“Are you cold?” Jackie asked, finally pulling away. You almost moaned in complain at the lack of warmth on your side, but before you could voice your discomfort, a weight was placed on your shoulders.

You looked to your side to see Jackie’s team letterman jacket resting over you. You smiled, putting your books in one hand to put the sleeve on.

“Thank you,” you said, with genuine gratitude. Jackie shook her head, simply reaching over to grab your books so you fully put on the jacket.

“Wanna hang out in the field?” she asked. Once you had the jacket on, she wrapped her arm around your shoulders again, because she wanted to but most importantly, because she could.

“The one time we don’t have to train, and you still wanna go over there,” you rolled your eyes, but followed her steps when she changed course.

She laughed again, turning to look at you. With bright big eyes, and lips pulled into a tight smile, you thought no one would ever be as pretty as she was.

As you walked, Jackie peaked behind you and saw the same man, looking over with frowned eyes. As she heard you talking about your day, she raised her arm enough for everyone to see the back of your jacket, where Taylor stood proudly over her team number.

She’s wearing my jacket, not yours. Dipshit.

To say she was ecstatic at his scolf was an understatement.

Yeah, she thought, let everyone know she only wears my number. Let everyone know she’s mine.

That time, she didn’t try to correct herself.

“I think Jackie has a crush on me.”

Van, who was tying up their cleats, stopped suddenly.

“Uh?” they asked, blinking a few times.

“I—” you cleared your throat, your cheeks suddenly turning red. “I think she might like like me.”

“Oh, shit,” Van said, rubbing their face.

“Did— did I say something wrong?”

“Yes!” Van let go of the laces, irritated. “You weren’t supposed to find out until November. You just lost me ten bucks!” they groaned. “Thanks, buddy.”

“What?” you gave them a puzzling look. “Wait— you have bet on me?”

“No,” Van waved their hands around. “Not on you. On your inability to see what’s happening right in front of your face, to be exact.”

“Okay, rude,” you said. “I’m not that oblivious.”

“Oh, no. Of course not,” Van said. Their tone was laced with sarcasm. “You joined the team two years ago, and only now you have realized.”

“Wait, she has liked me for two years?” you asked in a whisper.

“Duh,” Van gave you a long look. “Jesus, you’re a lost cause.”

“Screw you.”

“What made you realize?” Van asked, with genuine curiosity. They put their feet back down on the ground, leaning over the bench to look at you.

“She, um—” you looked around, making sure no one else was in the changing room. Feeling guilty over spilling such deep secrets, you moved over and sat down next to Van, so no one else would hear. “She kind of lied, the other day. So I wouldn’t have to run around the field.”

“She always lies,” Van scoffed.

“Jackie never lies,” you said, firmly. You gave the redhead a look, one that would have been threatening if it wasn’t coming from you. “She’s an honest person.”

Van chuckled. “She will lie to save your ass,” they said. “Because she’s the fattest crush on you.”

“Fuck,” you whispered.

After practice a week later, instead of going back to the changing room with the rest of the team, you grabbed Jackie and pulled at her hand, forcing her to move toward the bleachers. She went willingly, allowing you to take her wherever it was that you wanted her to be.

She would walk through fire if it meant holding your hand.

In a platonic way, of course.

“Jackie,” you said in a serious tone. You took a deep breath, and stared into big green eyes who looked back with passion. “We need to talk.”

She frowned her eyebrows, quickly picking up on your mood swing. “What’s wrong?” she asked, moving closer.

Jackie’s hand rested on your waist when she saw you starting to pull away. She hated it; hated whenever there was distance between the two of you. She wanted you close to her always, holding your hand and laughing with you.

“I think— I think you might be interested in someone.”

Jackie gave you a puzzling look. Her, being into someone? Not a chance.

“What are you talking about, Y/N?” She asked, as confused as she has ever been.

“Don’t make me say it, please,” you moaned, like a petulant toddler. “This is embarrassing.”

“Well, I can’t read your mind, can I?”

You looked away from her, incapable of looking into her eyes as you spoke.

“I think I might like someone, too.”

Jackie froze at your words. Her jaw dropped, eyes open so wide it looked like they might jump out of their sockets.

“You…” she gave a bewildered look. “You like someone?”

You nodded, and her hand tightened on your waist, as if she needed some support to keep her from falling over.

“This can’t be happening,” she whispered, closing her eyes. You gave her a concerned look.

“Jackie—”

“Is it that boy from the locker? The one who kept trying to flirt with you?”

“No. It’s…” you cleared your throat. “It’s not a boy.”

“Oh, no,” Jackie blinked away the white spots that were starting to form on her vision. “Nat? Tai? Or—” she gasped, looking at you accusingly. “Don’t tell me it’s Shauna.”

“Why would it be— No! It’s not Shauna.”

“It’s not?” she gave you a look. “Thank god.”

“It’s you,” you whispered.

“Me?” Jackie asked, trying to make sure she had heard you properly. “You like me. Me.”

“Yeah. I like you, Jackie.”

She leaned in close to you, looking at your lips. You closed your eyes, preparing yourself for her kiss. Instead, you felt her weight over you, literally on you.

“Jackie? Oh my god!”

Safe to say, it took the Yellowjackets over a month to get over the little spectacle you and coach Ben had pulled off when Jackie fainted.

You had wanted to keep it a secret, of course— Class Queen and captain of the football team, fainting because a girl had confessed their feelings to her? The rumor would be too juicy. But you also couldn’t control yourself when Jackie fell on top of you, eyes closed and mouth open, and it took you approximately ten seconds to take all the information in before you were screaming for help.

The help came in the form of Ben, who had come over running. He frantically looked at the team captain, laying on the grass as you fanned her with your hand, and he ran back inside to get Bill’s help.

It didn’t take long for the girls to come out of the changing room, and soon enough they pulled the pieces together; your conversation with Van they had told the entire team (which had led to Tai waving around fifteen ten dollar bills around the showers), your nervous attitude over practice, the tension they had felt before they left the two of you alone…

“Holy shit,” Nat said, smirking as you tried to wake Jackie up. “She fainted. She actually fainted.”

The story soon spread, faster and more explosive than gunpowder around fire. Soon enough, Jackie Taylor’s untaintable reputation got washed away by the new knowledge that she was a hopeless romantic.

Two months later, people would still whisper about Jackie whenever she walked down the corridors of Wiskayok High School.

“You think you will still be Class Queen after… what happened?” you asked, taking notice of how many students were staring at the two of you.

“Of course,” she smiled that charming smile you loved so much. “I’m Jackie Taylor, baby. This highschool would be nothing without me.”

“You’re too full of it,” you rolled your eyes.

She wrapped her arm around your waist, pulling you in close to her. She kissed your cheek, smiling.

“It doesn’t bother you?” you asked once you reached your locker. “Y’know, everyone still talking about it?”

“Let them talk. They aren’t mean, anyways,” Jackie said, raising her shoulders. You gave her a look; she would never notice just how many people thought ill of her. She thought too kindly of the world, but that made it two of you. “As long as it makes them talk about how you’re my girlfriend, I don’t care.”

You put the books you no longer needed back into your locker, and once you closed it, she pressed you against it.

When her lips pressed against yours, you stopped worrying about the whispers and the teasing from the team; Jackie was right.

Let them talk.

[hooffuloftootsierolls]

In light of the reveal of Abel's complete design, have this dumb doodle i made on magma a week ago based on an interaction my bsf @plushtoothpanic acted out while we were joking about Vivziepop's lack of diversity(the dog character is his sona).

Also, rant below involving Abel, I don't want this to become a critical blog since Hazbin has held a special place in my heart since 2021, but oh my God I am so sick of the shit that Vivzie is pulling

Making Adam white was already quite a choice, I had a pretty specific vision of a dark-skinned curly-haired man before his face was revealed. Although I had been expecting a biblically-accurate Adam, I didn't mind having him white as long as Eve wasn't made white as well.

Abel's design throws this out the window.

First let's focus on Abel being the child of Adam and Eve. This means Eve is white, and likely also blonde. Historically, the first humans were East/South African, and not white. Ok, well what about biblically? The popular depictions of biblical figures are mainly European interpretations from when Europe adapted the Bible and made all the figures pale, like them. It's more likely that the dark-skinned writers that originally complied stories into the Bible meant for the figures to look more like them. It would make more sense if one or both of them was dark.

Saint Peter is a whole nother' piss drawer that I don't wanna open, but whitewashing an actual human being that existed is just so gross.

Now, the other thing I wanna talk about that talks less about race and more about theories surrounding Abel being blonde... People were already theorizing that maybe one of the kids was Lucifer's spawn because of the implied affair with Eve. It wasn't the most popular theory but now it's making a comeback with the reveal of Abel's complete design.

I dislike this theory(besides the fact that it's just stupid) because

1. Cain is Adam and Eve's firstborn son. Abel is their second. Even if Eve and Lucifer had an affair in Eden, that would result in Cain, not Abel. Also we aren't entirely aware of Lucifer's powers involving entering the living world but I doubt he can canonically go there, or at least not after Adam and Eve were expelled from the Garden, since Hell was made as a punishment for him and any mortal that sins and I don't think he would be able to waltz back to Earth that easily. I suppose maybe they could be twins and Cain could just have been the first one born, but I don't think that's usually what "firstborn" implies, or how it's generally interpreted?

2. This is gonna look really bad on Lucifer's part?? Like, this implies that Lilith left Adam for Lucifer, then Lucifer got with Eve(possibly cheating on Lilith if she wasn't aware/didn't consent to the affair) and cucked Adam for a second time???? Lucifer would straight-up be getting the Stolas treatment where they keep making him more and more shitty then try to justify it anyways. Cmon guys.. I wanna be able to cheer for Lucifer too but he doesn't seem remorseful at all for anything he's done, more like he's been playing the victim for a decamillennium despite being a possible cheater and the one who destroyed Adam and Eve's life.

3. How would this be plot-relevant at all?? My closest guess is to make a disconnect from Adam like "oh he was never my ACTUAL father anyways" and also to try and make a bond with Abel and Charlie being blood-related so he would decide to side with her or something. Also on top of that I hate the whole trope of someone suddenly not giving a fuck about the parents who raised them in favor of their biological parents who didn't raise them. It's a dumb trope and if this theory is canon and they pull something like that.... ughh.

yeah. Overall, too many Aryans, pleasepleasepleaseplease pleaseeep please don't make Eve white even though I know they will anyways, and if that stupid theory is true then Lucifer is a snake-tongued, home-wrecking, unfaithful pile of shit that is disguised as a poor depressed dad that the fandom eats up and woobifies. Not that I don't want him to have flaws, but he doesn't seem very sorry for what he did(he has his whole snake and apple motif, that's like saying you feel guilty for a murder then using the hyper-specific murder weapon as your symbol) and also Abel being his son would be such an unnecessary plotline that would make him look soooo so so so so much worse because he wouldn't have much of a wholesome excuse for that.

The only good things I'm getting out of this are that I can post about Abel without having to tag it as leaks and also people are cracking jokes about Abel being the son of Lucifer and Adam

[cuntphoric]

a/n; happy holidays everyone, love all of you guys <3 they're gonna get little elves soon, !!not proofread well enough

ah yes, that time of the year. christmas. one of your main favorite holidays!

the crackling fire casting a golden glow on everything.. outside, the snow falls gently - kids are probably making snowmen and sledding, maybe even having a snowball fight.. but inside, there's only heat, heat between the two of you.

gojo stands in front of you, wearing his santa suit - his suit is snug and tailored, a red velvet jacket with white fur trimmed, a black belt with a silver buckle, matching red pants that hug him just right - paired with black slacks, and last but not least, the tilt of the santa hat perched on his snowy hair.

as he eyes you in your own very hot ms. claus fit - your fit is just straight up sexy, tight red velvet that hugs your tits, trimmed with white fur along the neckline and hem. the skirt is short, barely brushing your mid thigh that just adds to your hotness, the lace up corset detail cinches your waist perfectly, red thigh high stockings - paired with short, red heels, and of course, a little santa hat that completes the look!

your eyes wander, lingering on the way the red clings to his thighs before snapping up to his face when he calls out your name. oops, got caught..

"y/n! caught you staring," he takes one step!

“shut up,” you mutter, shifting on your heels. he takes two steps!

"hmm- nah!" he chuckles, one hand on his right hip. he takes three steps!

score! three steps in - now he's holding something above your head with two fingers, the small green leaves and the mix of red and white berries swaying with each swing.

"under the mistletoe!!" he exclaimed out happily, looking down at your figure, "well what happens now? huh?"

you roll your eyes, a smirk curling up at your lips. "a kiss," you sigh out, faking annoyance—

before you can react once more, he grabs your wrist, tugging you close. and in an instant, his lips are on yours, quick but soft - his lips are everything. your body immediately melts into him, your lips responding to his. his hands slip around your waist, pulling you flush against him. the fire crackles in the room, making it warmer.

all you can focus on is him—his lips, his hands, the way he feels against you.

once he pulled away, he rubs his hands on your back. "listen! i'm sorry for eating the cookies but in my defense- i am literally santa-" he pouts.

you really try to ignore the flutter in your stomach, but you can't.

"i still-" you start to speak, but before you can finish, gojo's kissing you again, this time more urgently. his lips are on yours, his hands moving to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, pressing you against him. the firelight dances across in the background, casting lighter shadows on your features.

your hands move on their own, tugging at the front of his santa suit, needing to feel more of him. the moment his jacket is off, his bare chest presses against yours, and your skin tingles at the touch. he groans against your mouth, and you feel the tension between you both snap. he's already lifting you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he walks you toward the rug by the fire. his lips don’t leave yours for even a second as he lays you down, his body hovering over you. you're trapped beneath him, the heat of the fire warming your skin, but the heat from gojo is so much more different.

his hands slide beneath your costume, tugging at it until you needed to shrug the rest off, exposing you completely to him. you gasp when his hands trail over your skin - his lips move lower, kissing a trail down your neck, over your chest, making you arch into him when he goes particularly rough on one spot.

"you look so perfect," gojo growls out, "yeah? y'know that right?" his voice rough with hunger. his hands slide between your legs, and you seriously can't stop the moan that slips from your lips as his fingers tease you. his mouth trails lower, kissing and biting at your skin, driving you insane with hornyness and need.

"toru.." you breathe out, that was one of the few things you've said this entire time! ..probably too entranced in him touching made your brain fuzzy from the start and that's completely normal. your hands started to grab at him, tugging him closer. you want him, need him. your body aches for him, and you feel the wetness in your core start to grow.

and of course he can tell - he doesn’t waste time, pushing you down onto the rug, his body pressing against yours, his lips finding the curve of your neck as he lines himself up behind you.

before you can even process it, he flips you so you're easily folded—he's got you locked in the most perfect mating press known to mankind, your legs folded up to your chest, pinned tightly under his strong hands as he thrusts deeper, more relentlessly. every inch of your body is held firm, trapped beneath him, unable to move, unable to escape the overwhelming pleasure he's giving you.

"merry christmas, baby," he whispers against your skin, and then he's inside you, filling you completely. your breath hitches as he thrusts into you, the pace slow at first, but quickly turning desperate and quick. goodness you were seeing stars - or maybe the twelve reindeer's on santa's sleigh..

whatever it is, you know he isn't holding back, because with every thrust, he drives deeper. his hands grip your hips tightly, pulling you back against him as he rocks into you harder, faster. the sound of skin against skin mixes with the crackling of the fire, and all you can focus on is the way gojo's body moves against yours, the way he makes you feel. and it is good - perhaps even jolly?

his breath is ragged, his hands tight on your body as he has you take everything he gives. "so good," he groans, voice rough. "you feel so good."

you feel your breath catch as he thrusts deeper, his santa hat falling onto your stomach before he quickly brushes it away. he continued to hit that spot that made your toes curl and your nails dig into his shoulders, making crescent shaped marks in his skin.

"f-fuck, toru..!" you gasp, your voice shaky as he sets an unrelenting pace, his lips parted in concentration.. "slow down, i—"

gojo, ever the annoying, cut you off with a low chuckle, leaning in to press his lips to your ear. "what's wrong, baby? too much for you?" his voice was so cocky, but the way his hips snap forward says otherwise.

"i swear to god—" you start to say, but a particularly deep thrust steals your words, making you whimper instead.

"swear to santa," he corrects with a smirk, clearly pleased with himself. his hands shift, gripping your thighs tighter as he angles himself just right, drawing another loud moan from you.

"toru!" you wanted to roll your eyes but you knew you couldn't, since it'll instead make you accidentally roll your eyes back. "oh—r-right there."

his breath is heavy, uneven now, but the way he praises you.. god. "so good for me," he murmurs, his words almost reverent as his hips twitch, each pulse of his cock making you feel like you're drowning in him. "took me so well, just like that, yeah? such a sweet girl."

"toru, i—i'm gonna—" your sentence trails off into a whimper as the tension in your body coils tighter, ready to finish.

"cum for me, yeah? let me feel it- be a good girl f'me," he groans, his voice dropping an octave lower.

your vision goes white as your body arches against him, your release hitting you hard. you cry out his name, your walls clenching around him as waves of pleasure wash over you.

his cock still pulses inside you, the heat of cum making your body shiver, and you can hear his soft voice right by your ear, low and rough, whispering praise after praise, "good job, you did so well.. fuck, you're so tight.. perfect for me."

you manage to catch your breath just as he shudders above you, his hips stuttering as he cums in you next. his grip on your thighs tightens as he grinds into you one last time, before he fills you up completely.

"merry christmas to me," he murmurs, his voice breathless but still teasing.

okay- what. you can't help but laugh softly, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. "yeah, merry christmas to me too.."

[blackynsupremacy]

SICK DAYS WITH

CLARK KENT

HEADCANONS

pairing: older!smallville!clark kent x black!fem!reader

summary: clark nurses you back to health when you feel under the weather.

contains: fluff, established relationship, clark being a green flag, reader can imagine any clark ofc.

a/n: i missed writing for him sm. i’m going through this rn, so writing this made me feel a little less worse. please enjoy while i try to sleep this off!

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• there’s nothing worse than waking up with a sore throat, fever, chills, and a stuffed nose.

• you groan in agony as you feel like absolute garbage.

• clark is stirred by your sound and turns to you with a gaze of concern.

• he takes one glance at your peaked face.

• it doesn’t take x-ray vision for him to know that you’ve come down with something.

• he feels your forehead and as soon as it feels hot as the sun, he immediately calls in the daily planet for both of you.

• those headlines and deadlines were gonna have to wait because to clark, your safety and your health were his top priority.

• he urges you to stay in bed because with him around, you won’t have to lift a finger.

• he makes sure that you have the necessities like tissues, water, cough drops, saltines, and ginger ale. (ifykyk)

• he waits on you hand and foot.

• whether you like it or not, he’s making you an appointment to the doctor later on. home remedies can only do so much.

• he cooks for you a soup that’s his mother’s special recipe.

• clark puts his heart, soul, and heat vision in that soup.

• when you finally get the appetite, clark makes sure that you get your fill.

• don’t bother trying to skip on that water, he will be on you about hydrating yourself.

• and taking any medication that the doctor prescribed.

• hypes you up when you have a big pill to swallow.

• you love that he doesn’t get sick as humans do, so you can kiss and hug him without any fret of spreading your illness to him.

• alien or not, you can’t resist showing your affection.

• clark is so, so, so, good to you.

• you guys aren’t married, but he takes in sickness and in health to a whole new level.

• he’ll sanitize the apartment for you.

• he we will give you the whole queen treatment.

• bubble baths, back massages, foot rubs, you name it!

• you tell him to relax and lay down with you.

• you put on shows like judge judy or general hospital.

• he reads to you or tells you stories about his life in smallville.

• not to be a creep, but it’s peaceful for him to see you sleep.

• you deserve some good sleep for enduring this illness all day.

• clark holds you close and fixes your scarf/bonnet if it shifts.

• if you’re still feeling feverish, he has an ice pack ready to gently lay on your head.

• whether he sleeps or not, he wouldn’t dare to leave your side for a second.

[kimoralov3]

lay all your love on me 24

jj maybank x heyward!reader

<- previous next ->

"y/n come on, we're gonna be late if we keep waiting on you!" pope calls from outside your door. you roll your eyes at that, putting on one more swipe of mascara.

"stop rushing me! i just need like two more seconds!" you call back as you apply your lip liner and lip gloss. you give yourself a final once over, making sure you look decent before grabbing your sandals and sliding them on as you hobble over to the door.

when you open it pope is still standing there, arms crossed over his chest as he shakes his head. you stick your tongue out at him before taking the steps two at a time to meet everyone else outside in front of the twinkie. sarah wasn't feeling well today, so it'd just be you, pope, jj, cleo, kie, and her girlfriend lex going to the party at the boneyard today. sarah and john b were sitting on the front porch when you got out there, so you stopped to talk to them.

"hey guys. are you two sure you don't want me to stay home? i wouldn't really mind." you ask as you stand in front of them. sarah waves a dismissive hand at that.

"yes yes, we're sure. besides, you have more important things to worry about." she says as she and john b wiggle their eyebrows at you. sarah was pregnant so you couldn't exactly hit her, but you sure as hell did give john b a good punch in the shoulder before walking away.

ever since you and jj had fallen asleep together outside, the pogues would not leave the two of you alone. i mean, it's not like it meant anything. just friends helping each other out. friends who had been doing a lot of... hanging out lately. the kind of hang outs that felt like dates. but they weren't! jj was just trying to make up for being an ass. in a very rom-com way. but still! the two of you were just friends. much to your dismay.

you all had been at the boneyard for about 3 hours now, and it was really starting to crank up. not that you could really focus on that, though, because you had spent basically the whole time running and hiding from jj.

"y/n, would it really be that bad to talk to him?" aubree asks as rafe comes back with her drink. rafe immediately wraps an arm around her, and you get the sense that that should make you upset or something but it doesn't. you've both moved on for the better.

"obviously. don't wanna embarrass myself. besides, he seems a little... preoccupied at the moment." you say as you tilt your cup in his direction. he's currently talking to some girl that went to school with you guys- her name was like, ashley or something? doesn't really matter, what matters is the fact that she has jj's full attention and not you.

"aww, are you jealous because he's talking to other girls?" kiara asks teasingly, causing lex to elbow her in her side.

"i am not jealous. if he wants to talk to other girls, he's very free to. it's not like we're dating or anything." you say as you take a sip of the beer you'd been nursing since you got there.

"but you want to be." rafe says. it's a statement and not a question, which makes you even more frustrated with all your friends. why couldn't they just butt out of your love life?

"i'm leaving." you say, walking away quickly before any of them could poke fun at you again. as you're walking towards the water you hear someone calling your name, and you turn to see jj jogging towards you. just what you needed, great.

"hey, y/n! haven't really spoken with you since we got here." he says once he catches up with you. you force a smile on your face as you try and come up with a response.

"yeah, sorry about that. to be honest, i'm not really in the partying mood tonight." you say with a shrug. "i'll probably head home soon, anyways."

"you're gonna walk all the way back home by yourself?" he asks as he shoves his hands in his pockets. it's a nervous habit of his that you've always found cute, but you can't help but wonder what could possibly be making him nervous at the moment.

"yeah. don't wanna ruin the fun for everyone else." you say with a light chuckle as you kick up some sand.

"i'll walk with you." he says as if it's the easiest decision he's ever made.

"what? no, jj. you stay, i'll be fine." you say quickly. "you love parties."

"yeah, but i'm not really feeling this one. 's kinda lame." he says with that boyish smile of his. god, he's making this really difficult.

"alright, fine. if you insist." you say as you toss your empty cup somewhere. (sorry kie!)

"lead the way, m'lady." he says as he tips an invisible hat at you. you roll your eyes, shoving him gently. he just laughs, seeing as your little push didn't do much in the way of moving him.

the walk back home is pretty much silent, save for the late night sounds of the town. you almost wish that it could be like this forever, the two of you just enjoying each other's company. but there's this thing that keeps floating around in your head, and no matter how hard you try you just can't seem to rid yourself of it.

"so, i saw you talking to ashley earlier." you say so quietly that jj didn't hear you. "the two of you looked pretty cozy."

that causes jj to stop walking, looking at you as if you had grown three extra heads. "huh?"

"you and ashley. the two of you were talking at the party. are you into her? it's totally cool if you are. i mean yeah, she was kind of a bitch to us in high school but i'm sure she's changed-"

"and they call me the oblivious one." he says with a chuckle. he was looking around as if he thought he was being pranked.

now it was your turn to be confused. "what?"

jj looks at you for a moment, almost as if he was studying you. "y/n, do you honestly think i'm interested in any other girl besides you?"

had you drank more beer than you thought? was it actually beer in your cup, or had you been drinking something else the whole time? because that was the only logical explanation for what you thought you just heard. "huh?"

jj smirks, taking a step closer to you and using his finger to push your chin up. "close your mouth, mama. wouldn't want bugs getting in there would we?"

you couldn't believe it. had jj really said what you thought he said? "i'm sorry, could you repeat that please?"

"i'm in love with you, y/n. have been for a while now. and i know that i acted like a total fucking asshole about the whole rafe situation, and there will never be enough time or enough words for me to properly apologize for that, but i want to be with you. genuinely. in fact, i don't think i've ever been so serious about something the way i'm serious about you." he says as he gently takes your hand in his.

"b-but, you were talking with ashley and it looked like-"

"i was talking with ashley because i was buying something from her. something for you." he explains as he reaches in his back pocket and pulls out a braided bracelet. he slides it onto your arm, making sure it's secure before removing his hands so you can get a proper look at it. it was fairly simple; peachy colored thread holding up a bead with the letter j on it. "i was gonna give it to you when i asked you to be my girlfriend."

"i don't know what to say." you whisper, still in awe. you hear jj laugh at that, and when you look up he bring a hand up to cup your cheek.

"just say yes, y/n. say you'll be my girlfriend." he whispers as he brushes his thumb across your cheek.

"yes, jj. i would love to be your girlfriend." you say with a smile. the biggest smile you'd ever seen broke out across jj's face, so big you're surprised his face didn't split in half. he brings his other hand to the other side of your face and pulls you in for a kiss. it's a lot more gentle than you would've expected from someone like jj, but you wouldn't have it any other way. his lips were soft, almost cloud like and he tasted like cheap beer and his favorite spearmint flavored gum.

you honestly couldn't tell how long the two of you kissed for, but you didn't want it to ever end. unfortunately the two of you needed to come up for air and when you did, jj pressed his forehead against yours.

"i love you too, jj." you say, pressing a small kiss to the tip of jj's nose. he smiled again, but this time it was charged with something else, something you couldn't quite put your finger on. but if you had to guess, it was somewhere between love and admiration.

"good. now let's get you home." he says as he grabs your hand, lacing your fingers together as the of you finish the walk back home.

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[oceanwithouthermoon]

okok let me finally do my analysis on kusuke and makoto parallels like ive talked about a thousand times (obvious warning that im gonna talk about incest, and also that im gonna be talking about a gag manga in a serious light so if that upsets you just go away ✌️)... yippee, perverted older brothers with unhealthy dynamics with their powerful younger siblings analysis!!

the most obvious parallel is in their interactions with the others sibling. they literally have the same exact meeting, they both go from being fake nice to "my sibling is special and youre not worthy of them"

not included in pictures but also note that kusuo got rid of makoto by calling on kokomi and kokomi got rid of kusuke by calling on her fans

"the second hes distracted, LETS GO"

"we're the only ones who can match up to each other"

kusukes idea of kusuo being inhuman also influences the way this is treated i think- he tells kokomi that marrying a beautiful man will suit her best and that kusuo is above that kind of thing (aka actual romantic and aesthetic attraction), and it seems that being the only ones who can measure up to each other is probably the closest, in his eyes, that kusuo can get to love (confirmed in my opinion by the marriage/engagement symbolism a few pictures down⬇️). thats why he thinks theyre the only ones worthy of each other even if he doesnt see kusuo in the exact same way as makoto sees kokomi. if that makes any sense :p these are obviously already parallel on surface level, but id say theyre even more similar if you look deeply into it

"i know everything youre thinking" and "everyone else looks like monkeys to me"

associating their sibling with heaven/god

a certain fixation on their sibling's body... top two are specifically them trying to see their sibling naked without consent

? not sure how to describe this. implications of engagement/marriage? this use of an explicitly romantic symbol actually confuses me in kusukes case but thats not really relevant here...

theyre the reason their sibling cant relax or be themself even at home... also note that kusuo specifically says that kusuos masochism (which i guess in some contexts masochism can be non-sexual but in this situation, since kusuke is canonically a pervert and there are several implications and allusions to sexual pleasure, it obviously means he gets SEXUAL pleasure from pain/humiliation) is the main reason he doesnt like him. likewise, kokomi is bothered by makotos overprotective and overbearing nature, though unfortunately she doesnt seem to be aware of his sister complex and thinks hes just being an annoying big brother.

not necessarily something that can be captured in a picture but theres also the fact that they both have pretty perfect lives but are still obsessed with their sibling and only their sibling, its all they really care about and their entire lives depend on them.

makoto is extremely attractive, charming when hes trying to be, and is a famous actor... he clearly gets girls. but he doesnt want any of them because hes stuck in his obsession with kokomi, shes the only girl he wants and its ruined his perception of other girls. he believes hes the only one that can be right for kokomi and touch her, and that likewise kokomi is the only girl he can be with. her presence dictates his life, he skips work just to follow her around and prevent her from getting involved with other guys. we only see maybe a few sentences from him where he isnt talking about kokomi, even when hes on tv.

kusuke is an attractive and charming genius, easily pulls girls, cambridge graduate, and is the favorite child in his family. but none of that matters, it only sets him apart from other humans and gives him a skewed perspective of anyone who isnt kusuo. he believes kusuo is the only person he can get that sadomasochistic pleasure from, and kusuo is the reason he developed it in the first place and he specifically seeks him out and coerces him into it. he really only cares about his family, theyre the only people in the world that are worth anything in his eyes, and his only interactions with anyone else have been using them as tools to get to kusuo. his life goal is (or was, before the end of cat tank arc) defeating kusuo. he has cameras in his familys house that hes presumably constantly watching, implied by him being ALREADY watching before his parents even called him about kusuos limiter.

[jpegarchives]

hi i came w a request ‼️ can i pls request a written hinata fic where like its graduation day?? or the end of third year n reader n hinata r both gonna pursue completely different paths and they both like each other but never confessed n it’s just a sad goodbye n maybe we can get like a confession BUT it’s definitely a sad goodbye so like angst ig!!

reader can be gn or fem reader idm :)))

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 — 𝐒. 𝐇𝐈𝐍���𝐓𝐀

shōyō hinata x gn!reader (kenma kozume x gn!reader)

walking away from the boy you’ve loved for years is hard, but the past will always stay in the past, fading into memories you’ll leave behind

word count ; 1.5k

warnings ; swearing, angst, hurt, reader ends up okay

THE BRISK, COOL LATE-MARCH AIR did nothing to calm your nerves. As you walked down the mountain path to the high school you’ve attended for the past 3 years, you couldn’t help but feel the pinpricks of tears at the corners of your eyes. The weight of it all—the looming graduation, the uncertainty of what comes next, and the tight knot in your chest—threatened to pull you under.

Pausing for a moment, you breathed in the bitter scent of the mountain—almost rubbery with a small hint of wet earth and moss from the rainfall of last night. The mountains surrounding the school had always felt like a fortress, a place that grounded you. But today, it felt distant, almost indifferent to your inner turmoil.

Karasuno High School had been your second home for the past three years. During your second year your friend Hitoka Yachi roped you into joining her in managing the volleyball team—a team that had made it to nationals the year before, filling your school with a pride you hadn’t seen since your older sister had attended. Thats where you met him for the first time.

Shōyō Hinata. Number ten on the volleyball team, the guy who could vertical jump nearly a meter, Karasuno’s greatest decoy—and the guy who had unwittingly stolen your heart.

You’d never meant for it to happen. He was a ball of energy, bouncing himself off every wall. He was loud. He was stubborn. But above all else, he threw himself into everything he did with such raw passion and determination, making world around you feel just a little brighter when he was around. And yet, you could never bring yourself to tell him.

You don’t know when the tears started to spill; the only indication that you were crying was the wetness on your cheeks. Smoothing out your uniform and wiping the tears away, you continue your brisk descent down the mountain, the cool air pressing against your skin as you focus on putting one foot in front of the other.

The graduation ceremony went by pretty straightforwardly. You all sat in the large gymnasium, rows and rows of seats stretching before you. You listened to the principal’s address, then the teachers’ speeches, waited for your names to be called to receive your certificate. You sang along with the rest of your batch-mates as a farewell. And finally, you graduated high school.

The next hour was spent hugging and crying with all your closest friends, promising to keep in touch knowing that most of those promises wouldn’t last past the first couple of months. Most of your classmates planned to go straight into the workforce, opting to skip past university. You, on the other hand, had opened your acceptance letter to the University of Tokyo a month ago; and now with graduation out of the way, the future seemed to be coming at you full force.

After the long winded goodbyes, you decided to walk around the small campus of Karasuno High School, your tear stained cheeks the only reminder of the farewells you had just bid. Walking past the old classrooms you were filled with nothing but bittersweet memories of your adolescence. Yet somehow, you found yourself in front of the other gym—the gym the volleyball team had their practices in. The gym you spent most of your afternoons in for the past two years. The gym where you had first met Shōyō Hinata.

Peaking your head inside, you couldn’t help but let out a short laugh at the sight in front of you. Even on the last day of high school, Tobio Kageyama and Shōyō Hinata were at it, playing against each other in their formal school uniforms.

Somehow, you managed to get the attention of the short, ginger middle blocker, who came charging at you at full speed, stopping just a few centimeters from you.

“Y/N!” He exclaimed, his wide grin almost as bright as his fiery hair.

The sound of his voice, always so full of energy, made you smile despite the lingering ache in your chest. For a moment, you stood there, not knowing how to respond, the weight of your emotions pressing down on you. Every goodbye felt heavier than the last, but this one, this one was different.

Your hesitation was cut off by him throwing his arms around you, bringing you in for a tight, almost desperate hug. His warmth, a usual anchor, only made the storm within you worse this time. Pulling away, he flashed you that same goofy, boyish grin, the one that never failed to make your heart race, even now.

“We’re finally done! Can you believe it?” He asked.

You forced a laugh, the sound bitter on your tongue. “Ha, yeah. Seems like those three years went by in a flash.”

He didn’t notice the hollowness in your voice, or the way your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. Or if he did, he didn’t comment on it.

“I’m glad there’s no more exams! Well, maybe for you there are. I heard about your acceptance to the University of Tokyo, didja know Kenma’s also going there? Maybe you’ll both see each other!”

His words tumbled out faster than you could process them, each one another punch to your gut. Kenma’s going there too? Your mind was struggling to keep up, the meaning was already fading but it didn’t matter. The excitement, the energy—it felt different, much more distant, like it didn’t belong to you. He was talking to casually, so effortlessly, like everything was just falling into place. But inside, you were falling apart.

“But keep in touch, okay? I’m gonna be off in Brazil, but that doesn’t mean we can’t talk!”

Braz….il? The word hit you like a slap to the face. Brazil? He was going to Brazil? Your mind was reeling, you could feel the blood rush to your ears, drowning out everything else. For how long? Was he ever going to come back? Why didn’t he tell you sooner? Why was he just casually dropping this bombshell on you now, when everything was ending. What did it even mean? Brazil. It felt like the world was slipping through your fingers, yet you hadn’t even made a single move to hold on.

Fuck.

A cold sweat broke out on your skin. This was last day you’d spend together for god knows how long, maybe even forever. And you still haven’t made your feelings clear to him. You still havent told him how much you cared, how much you loved him. How could you let this moment pass without telling him?

But did he even care? Did he even care about you in that way? It wouldn’t make any difference either way. You knew Shōyō, and even if he did reciprocate your feelings, you would always be second to volleyball.

You looked at him, his goofy smile so out of place with the turmoil inside you. How could you be this stupid?

“Yeah, yeah I’ll keep in touch, don’t worry.” A lie. “How could I not?”

You forced a smile, giving him a quick hug before turning on your heel and walking out of the gym, walking off the school grounds, and walking away from what is now your past.

FOUR YEARS LATER, you’re sat in your living room. A small smile on your lips as you absentmindedly fiddle with Kenma Kozume’s fingers. His arm draped around you, pulling you into his chest, the warmth of his presence a comforting feeling. He smelled faintly of laundry detergent and strawberries, the familiar scent filling you with nothing short of affection. Your legs are comfortably stretched out on the couch, the quiet atmosphere wrapping you like a blanket as he flicks through the channels, eventually settling on the sports network. You vaguely remember him mentioning that there was a match—the MSBY Black Jackals versus the Schweiden Adlers.

You smile up at him, and he looks down at you with a soft small smile on his lips. There’s a look of pure adoration in his eyes—one you know mirrors your own. The kind of look that says everything without needing words, the kind that makes everything else feel distant and small.

Nestling deeper into him, glancing at the TV as the members of each team run out. You freeze slightly as you see a familiar ball of orange hair catches your gaze—the unmistakable figure of Shōyō Hinata, now running out with the MSBY Black Jackals. Year of memories flood into your brain, but this time, as your heart gives a soft pang, you feel no softness, no longing. The nostalgia is bittersweet, yes, but it not longer carries the weight of what could have been. Instead it’s a quiet recollection of a time that’s passed.

Kenma presses his lips gently against your head, peppering you with soft kisses. Your heart skips a beat, but this time, it’s not a pang of longing for someone you could never have. It was love—full, deep, content.

“I love you,” you say aloud.

The words roll easily off your tongue, like a release. It feels like closure, a final acknowledgement to Shōyō, to the unspoken feelings from years ago. You let the weight of those words linger, not in regret or sorrow, but as a quiet, final acceptance of everything that has brought you to this moment.

a/n ; special thanks to @massacremars and @cherrysurf for beta reading for me lol i really wanna make a part 2 from shoyos perspective for this im ngl

[hecallsmegirlieee]

coffee, puddles & a dog ༊*·˚

m.list ◦ askbox

synopsis: in which you and timo adopt a dog

The city lay still, draped in the soft, diffused light of early morning. The rain from the night before lingered on the pavement, the faint shimmer of wet stones stretching along quiet streets. You had woken early, stirred by a restlessness that the promise of coffee seemed poised to soothe. Outside, the air was sharp and cool, a contrast to the lingering warmth you carried from your dream-filled sleep.

You walked side by side, the silence between you comfortable, punctuated by the occasional sound of his soft humming. It was the same tune you’d heard all week—melodic, haunting, looping in and out of your conversations like a gentle echo.

« You’re still on that song ? » you leaned your head on his shoulder. Your hand hugged his elbow, bringing yourself close to him. He glanced at you, a corner of his mouth lifting. « Is it stuck in your head, or is this one of your artistic moods ? » Timothée turned to you with a small, lopsided grin.

« Maybe both, » he said. « It’s been rattling around my head all week. You’d understand if you listened closer. »

« To the song or to you ? », you countered. He laughed, shaking his head, his breath visible in the crisp morning air.

« Both. » You chuckled pushing your head away.

« I’ve been feeling very inspired. »

« Wow. »

« Like, look at these puddles, look at how they catch the light, » he pointed ahead of you and you laughed. « Very poetic. »

« If I get hypothermia out here, I’m blaming your poetic puddles. »

« Noted. But we’re getting coffee first, so you’ll survive. »

Your boots clicked softly against the pavement as you neared a corner, and then, suddenly, you stopped, blinking at the sight of something on the street. Timothée followed your gaze, his brow furrowing.

« What ? »

Behind the wheel of a parked car, something moved—a small, shivering form that took a moment to resolve itself in the dim light. A little dog, its fur matted and its tiny body curled tightly as if trying to fend off the chill. You knelt instinctively, your breath catching.

« Oh my god, » you murmured, reaching out carefully. « He’s just a baby. » Timothée crouched beside you, his movements deliberate and unhurried. He looked at the dog for a few seconds before extending his arm.

« Hey there, buddy, » he said softly, his voice low and calming. « It’s okay. We’re not gonna hurt you. »

The puppy lifted its head, eyes wide and uncertain. Slowly, it leaned forward, sniffing Timothée’s outstretched hand before retreating again, still wary. It hesitated but eventually crept closer.

« Look at him, » Timothée said with a grin. « He’s so brave. »

You reached out as well, your fingers brushing against the puppy’s damp fur. He leaned into your touch, his tail wagging a little. It was impossible not to smile at the sight.

« Poor guy, » you muttered. « Do you think he has an owner ? »

« I don’t know, probably not, » Tim got up and scanned the empty street. « I guess we should wait a little. Maybe someone’s coming for him. »

« Who would leave him like this ? »

You slipped off your scarf and gently moved closer to the dog, making sure not to scare him. You tried to dry his fur as best as you could and then gingerly wrapped the scarf around him. The tiny body trembled against your hands, but let you hug him in the soft fabric.

« We can’t leave him out here, » you said quietly, glancing at Timothée. « It’s freezing. What if no one comes looking for him ? », you gently scooped the dog into your arms and glanced at Timothée, meeting his eyes for a brief second.

« I don’t know, » he mumbled hesitantly. « We could... Take him home ? »

« Yeah, but just like that ? I don’t know... »

You got up carefully, the puppy bundled in your arms. He let out a soft whine before settling against your chest, his tiny body relaxing as if he knew he was safe. Tim came closer, his hand lingered on your shoulder as his gaze moved to the small creature. The dog blinked at him and he grinned in fascination.

« You’re a scrappy little guy, huh ? » Timothée murmured, a small smile tugging at his lips. You couldn’t help but smile, too. « Well, I guess we can’t just leave him here. Besides... He’s kinda perfect, no ? »

« He’s cute, a little smelly. » The puppy stirred in your arms, giving a sleepy yawn that melted whatever doubts you might’ve still had.

« I have a good feeling about this, » he grinned. « You’ll see. »

You started walking again, now with the little dog bundled up in your arms. The coffee shop was just a few blocks away, but your attention was now entirely on the tiny creature in your arms.

« Did we just adopt a dog ? »

« I guess we did, » he laughed.

« And now ? », you looked down at the dog, whose tiny tail was now wagging slowly in contentment.

« Well, » Timothée said thoughtfully, « I think the first step is to make sure he’s alright. And then… we figure out what to do next. » You couldn’t help but chuckle. 

« Very decisive. » He laughed too, a soft, easy sound that made your heart swell.

« Okay, but we still need to name him, » Timothée said. « We can’t just keep calling him dog. »

You thought for a moment, the crisp morning air mixing with the warmth of the dog in your arms. You looked down at his face, so innocent and trusting now.

« What about Ollie ? » you suggested, feeling the name roll off your tongue easily. Timothée nodded, his eyes lighting up. 

« I love it. Ollie it is. »

As you walked, the puppy tucked against you like a fragile secret. The coffee shop wasn’t far, and when you entered, the warmth hit you immediately, the scent of roasted beans mingling with the faint sweetness of pastries. Timothée got your usuals while you stood near the door. The barista with an amused smile, raised an eyebrow when she saw the little bundle.

« Cute little guy you’ve got there, » she remarked as she handed Timothée the drinks. « He’s yours ? »

« We just met him, » Timothée replied, glancing at you.

« Well, he’s lucky to have found you, » she said, her tone light but sincere. She then turned to you, her voice louder so you could hear her through the music. « Who’s this ? »

« This is Ollie, » you replied with a grin. « We just met him. »

« You’re dog people now ? » Tim shrugged, the corner of his mouth lifting.

« Maybe. »

He carried your drinks as you strolled back home, your steps unhurried in the crisp morning air. The little puppy had curled up in your arms, his small body radiating warmth as he drifted off to sleep.

By the time you reached the apartment, the sunlight was spilling through the windows, streaking the floor with soft, golden light. Carefully, you set Ollie down on the blanket Timothée had laid out, his tiny form settling comfortably against the fabric.

Timothée crouched beside him and you grabbed a towel from the bathroom. The quiet rhythm of the morning unfolded around you, the kind of peace that made even the smallest gestures—like drying damp fur—feel significant.

« Let’s see what we’re working with, » Tim said as he gently dried the puppy’s fur, sitting cross-legged on the floor.

Now that he was out of the rain, you could see him more clearly. His fur was a little matted, and his paws were caked with mud, but he was undeniably cute. His floppy ears framed his face, and his big, expressive eyes darted between you and Timothée.

« You’re a handsome guy, » you said, crouching to pet him. The puppy wagged his tail and licked your hand.

« Definitely a keeper. »

The puppy seemed to relax more with every passing minute, his tail wagging faster. He sniffed around the blanket, his curiosity getting the better of him as he nosed at the corners of the rooms.

The rest of the morning you spent trying to give Ollie a bath. Timothée gently scooped him up and carried him to the sink. Ollie whimpered at first, squirming in Timothée’s hands, but once the warm water cascaded over his scruffy fur, he stilled, his tiny head tipping slightly to the side.

« I think he likes it, » Tim murmured as he cupped water in his hands and carefully poured it over the puppy’s back.

With an unexpected burst of energy, Ollie wriggled free, splashing water everywhere. You jumped back just in time to avoid the splash, but Timothée wasn’t so lucky. The puppy’s escape left his sweater soaked, clinging to his chest.

« Traitor, » he muttered, though his smile didn’t fade as Ollie wagged his tail enthusiastically, clearly pleased with himself. Grinning, you grabbed a towel and gently wrapped the puppy up, cradling him as Timothée tried to wring out his sleeves.

« Well, » you said, holding up the bundled pup, « at least one of us looks fresh and clean. » Timothée shook his head, his hair dripping water onto the floor. 

« I’m starting to think this guy’s a menace. » You smiled at Timothée, cradling Ollie against your chest. The tiny dog let out a contented little yawn, his eyes drooping as he nuzzled closer to you. 

« Menace or not, he’s officially part of the family now. » Timothée looked at you, a playful smile tugging at your lips. « This is a very impulsive decision. »

« But maybe the best impulsive decision we’ve ever made. »

You smiled at him, feeling a strange warmth spread through you—not just from the moment but from the way he looked at you, like Ollie wasn’t the only thing that felt meant to be.

« We should probably take him to the vet this afternoon. Make sure he’s healthy and all that. » Timothée nodded, pulling his wet sweater off and tossing it over a chair. 

« Agreed. But first—breakfast. I’m starving. »

The kitchen filled with the cosy hum of a quiet morning. Timothée busied himself at the stove, while you sat cross-legged on the floor with Ollie. You fed him blueberries, laughing as he stumbled over his still-clumsy legs, his tail wagging furiously as if this simple breakfast was the greatest adventure of his life, and tripped over Timothée’s feet.

[natasaa13]

"You're trouble" ft. Choso Kamo

Part 2

Previous

"You’re trouble, you know that?” Choso murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of amusement and affection.

Musa laughed softly, her hands still resting on his chest. “You’re not exactly innocent yourself.”

“Fair enough,” he said, his smirk widening.

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Musa stood in front of her mirror, smoothing down the black dress she had chosen for the party. The fabric hugged her figure in all the right places, the thin straps showing off her shoulders and collarbones. She adjusted her long black waves, letting them cascade over one shoulder. Behind her, Shoko lounged on her bed, scrolling through her phone with a cigarette dangling lazily from her fingers.

"You’re sure about this dress?" Musa asked, turning to her friend.

Shoko glanced up and gave an exaggerated wolf whistle. "Girl, you’re gonna make half the guys at the party fall to their knees. That dress? Sexy af. Your brother is gonna hate it."

"Exactly why I need you to distract him," Musa said, crossing her arms.

Shoko raised an eyebrow. "Distract Suguru? Oh, you’re evil."

"Think of it as your chance to finally make a move," Musa said with a teasing smirk. "You’re always talking about how hot he is. Just... spare me the details, okay? He’s my brother, and I really don’t want to know."

Shoko grinned, sitting up and tossing her phone aside. "Deal. But if this works, you owe me."

Musa laughed, shaking her head. "Fine. Just don’t let him hover. I want to enjoy the party without him breathing down my neck."

When they were both dressed and ready, they stepped into the living room where Suguru was lounging on the couch. His eyes flicked up at the sound of their heels clicking against the floor.

His gaze froze on Musa for a split second, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the dress. "You’re wearing that?" he asked, his tone half disapproving, half protective.

"Yes, and no, I’m not changing," Musa replied firmly, grabbing her purse.

Suguru sighed, leaning back on the couch. He wanted to say something else, but he bit his tongue. She wasn’t a little girl anymore, and he knew he needed to back off. "Fine. Just... stay out of trouble."

Shoko winked at him. "Don’t worry, Suguru. I’ve got her covered."

Suguru gave her a look but said nothing as the girls headed out the door.

The moment they reached Gojo’s house, the door flew open as if he had been waiting there the entire time.

"There they are!" Gojo greeted enthusiastically, throwing his arms wide. "Musa, Shoko, welcome to the best night of your lives!"

"Hi, Satoru," Musa said dryly, stepping past him.

"Satoru," Shoko added with a sly smile, "we’re expecting nothing but your finest chaos tonight."

"You’ll get it and more," Gojo promised, leading them inside. The house was already buzzing with energy, music thumping loudly and people scattered in every corner.

The girls headed straight for the kitchen, grabbing drinks before venturing onto the makeshift dance floor. Shoko nudged Musa playfully. "Alright, your turn. Go have fun while I go seduce your brother."

Musa laughed, waving her off. "Good luck. And remember—no details!"

Shoko shot her a wink before disappearing into the crowd, leaving Musa to enjoy the music. She let herself get lost in the rhythm, her worries melting away as she swayed to the beat.

It wasn’t long before her eyes caught Choso standing near the edge of the room. He was tall and broad-shouldered, his dark hair tied back in his signature pigtails. His shirt clung to his chest and arms, the material stretched over his toned body and revealing faint traces of veins along his forearms. He looked effortlessly sexy, and Musa couldn’t stop herself from staring.

He was talking to a blonde girl who was leaning in close, laughing at something he said. Probably flirting, Musa thought with a pang of jealousy. Her chest tightened as she wished, for once, let that be me.

"Whatcha staring at?" Gojo’s voice startled her, his tall frame suddenly appearing behind her.

"Nothing," she replied quickly, trying to play it cool.

Gojo leaned down slightly, grinning. "Sure, sure. Totally nothing. But if you need a wingman..."

"Drop it," Musa said, shoving his arm lightly.

"Alright, alright," Gojo said, laughing. "Come on, let’s grab another drink."

They made their way back to the kitchen, where Gojo poured them each a cup. Musa was mid-sip when Choso walked in. He looked surprised to see her but quickly offered a small smile.

"Hey, Musa," he said, his voice low and smooth.

"Hi, Choso," she replied, feeling her heart skip a beat.

Gojo, ever the meddler, leaned against the counter. "So, what happened to the blonde girl? She seemed pretty into you."

Choso shrugged. "She wouldn’t stop talking about her dog’s Instagram account. It was... a lot."

Gojo burst out laughing. "Fair enough. Anyway, I’m off to the karaoke machine. Try not to scare each other off."

With that, he left, leaving Musa and Choso alone.

"You having fun?" Choso asked, leaning casually against the counter.

"Yeah," Musa said, swirling her drink. "It’s nice to unwind for once. How about you?"

He nodded. "Not bad. Better now that I’m talking to you."

Her cheeks warmed, and she tried to hide her smile. "Smooth."

"Just honest," he said, his dark eyes locking with hers. He leaned in slightly, testing the waters. "You look amazing tonight, by the way."

Before Musa could respond, the door swung open, and Suguru walked in. His gaze immediately landed on them, his expression unreadable but his presence commanding.

"Hey," he said, glancing between them. "What’s going on in here?"

The air grew tense as Choso straightened, his playful demeanor fading under Suguru’s scrutiny. Musa felt her stomach drop, but she forced herself to stay calm.

"Just talking," she said casually, taking a sip of her drink.

Suguru’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn’t press further. "Good. Because Gojo’s about to destroy my eardrums with karaoke, and I need reinforcements."

Choso nodded, stepping aside. "I’ll let you guys handle that."

As Suguru led Musa out of the kitchen, she couldn’t shake the feeling that her brother knew more than he was letting on.

After leaving the kitchen, Suguru kept a hand lightly on Musa’s shoulder as they navigated through the crowd. The energy of the party seemed to blur around her, but Musa’s mind was still lingering on Choso’s smile, the way his deep voice had sent a shiver down her spine.

Suguru’s voice broke her thoughts. "You’ve been quiet."

"I’m fine," she replied quickly, not meeting his eyes.

He frowned but didn’t push, though the protective older brother in him was on high alert. Something had shifted when he walked into that kitchen—he couldn’t put his finger on it, but he didn’t like it.

By the time they reached the living room, Gojo was already belting out a painfully off-key rendition of some pop song, Shoko laughing as she recorded him on her phone.After a while Musa used the distraction to slip away, leaving Suguru to groan and cover his ears.

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She stepped out onto the balcony for a breather. The cool air was a welcome relief from the crowded, stuffy house. She leaned against the railing, gazing up at the stars.

"Figured I’d find you out here," a familiar voice said.

She turned to see Choso stepping onto the balcony, his hands tucked into his pockets. He looked even more relaxed now, the cool air ruffling his dark hair.

"Needed some air," she said softly, smiling.

"Same," he replied, stepping closer to the railing beside her. "Gojo’s parties can be... a lot."

"That’s putting it mildly," Musa said, laughing lightly.

For a moment, they stood in comfortable silence, the distant hum of the party fading into the background. Choso glanced at her, his expression soft. "So... you looked like you were having fun earlier. Dancing suits you."

Musa felt her cheeks heat. "I was just letting loose. Nothing special."

"It’s special," he said, his voice low. "You don’t let loose often, do you?"

She hesitated, surprised by how easily he could read her. "Not really. There’s always something to focus on—classes, family, expectations."

Choso nodded. "I get that. You’re always balancing what people need from you, but what about what you want?"

Musa met his gaze, her heart racing. "I don’t know. I guess I don’t think about that much."

"Maybe you should," he said, his tone gentle but firm.

The intensity of his words left her breathless. She couldn’t look away from him, the distance between them suddenly feeling like it was shrinking.

But before anything could happen, the balcony door slid open, and Suguru stepped out. His eyes immediately landed on the two of them, his expression darkening.

"Musa," he said, his voice sharp. "It’s late. We’re leaving."

Musa turned to him, startled. "But—"

"Now," Suguru insisted, cutting her off.

Choso straightened, his calm demeanor shifting as he met Suguru’s glare. "We were just talking," he said, his voice steady.

Suguru narrowed his eyes. "Yeah, well, she’s done talking for the night."

Musa felt her frustration boil over. "Suguru, I’m not a kid. You don’t get to just decide when my night is over."

He looked at her, his jaw tightening. "I’m your brother. I’m looking out for you."

Choso raised a hand, his tone calm. "Suguru, chill. She’s right. We were just talking."

Suguru’s gaze snapped to him, his voice low and dangerous. "I know how guys talk, Choso."

The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. Musa stepped between them, her voice firm. "Enough. Both of you."

Suguru glared at Choso for a moment longer before exhaling sharply. "Fine. But we’re leaving. Now."

Musa shot Choso an apologetic look before following her brother back inside. As they made their way through the crowd, her mind was a whirlwind of emotions—embarrassment, frustration, and something else she couldn’t quite place.

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Back at home, Suguru waited until they were alone in the living room to speak.

"You’re mad," Musa said before he could start.

"You’re damn right I’m mad," he replied, crossing his arms. "What were you thinking, sneaking off with Choso like that?"

"We were talking, Suguru. That’s it."

He scoffed. "Do you even know what kind of guy he is? He’s my friend, Musa. I’ve seen the way he flirts, the way he acts around girls."

"Maybe he’s different around me," she shot back, surprising even herself.

Suguru’s eyes widened slightly before narrowing. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

"It means that you don’t know everything about him," she said, her voice steady. "And maybe you don’t know everything about me, either."

The room fell silent, the weight of her words hanging in the air. Suguru sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"I’m not trying to control you," he said finally. "I just... I don’t want you to get hurt."

Musa softened slightly, her frustration ebbing. "I know. And I appreciate that, but you’ve got to trust me. I can handle myself."

Suguru hesitated before nodding reluctantly. "Alright. Just... be careful, okay?"

"I will," she promised.

As she headed to her room, her mind drifted back to Choso, the way his voice had wrapped around her like a warm blanket. She couldn’t help but wonder what might’ve happened if Suguru hadn’t interrupted.

After Musa retreated to her room, Suguru sat alone in the living room, the faint hum of the heater the only sound in the quiet apartment. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, hands clasped tightly as if trying to hold his swirling emotions in check.

Seeing Musa and Choso together tonight had sparked something primal in him—a need to protect, to shield her from everything the world could throw at her. But it wasn’t just the fact that she was talking to Choso. It was the way she looked at him.

Suguru had always been close to his sister. They were inseparable as kids, two halves of the same whole. But as they grew older, Musa began carving her own path, becoming her own person. And while Suguru knew this was inevitable, a part of him still struggled with it.

He trusted Choso as a friend, but he also knew Choso. He had seen him flirt, date casually, and brush off girls without a second thought. The idea of his sister being caught up in that—being hurt by someone he considered family—was unbearable.

And yet, there was something else gnawing at him. He couldn’t shake the way Choso had looked at Musa tonight. There was a sincerity in his friend’s eyes that Suguru wasn’t used to seeing, and it unsettled him.

"Maybe he’s different around me," Musa’s words echoed in his mind.

Suguru frowned, his protective instincts clashing with the nagging possibility that she might be right.

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Musa groaned as her phone buzzed on her nightstand. She reached for it, squinting at the screen. It was a text from Shoko.

My sanity: Morning, sunshine. So… how are you? Spill. Your bro looked like he was about to explode after catching you and Choso on the balcony. 👀

Musa let out a frustrated sigh, tossing her phone onto the bed. She wasn’t ready to deal with Suguru—or anyone else—after last night. The tension in the kitchen, the way Suguru had glared at Choso, it was all too much.

She resolved to stay in bed, hiding from the world for the day. Around noon, her phone buzzed again, it was Suguru

3Minute elder: At Gojo’s for a bit. Don’t burn the place down.

Musa exhaled a sigh of relief. At least she wouldn’t have to face her brother today.

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Suguru sat slouched on Gojo’s couch, a coffee in hand. Choso leaned against the counter in the kitchen while Gojo rummaged through the fridge, chattering about the leftovers from the party.

"Last night was wild, huh?" Gojo said, grinning. "I scored with that chick from my econ class. You know, the one with the—"

"Nobody cares," Suguru interrupted, rolling his eyes.

Gojo ignored him, continuing his ramble about how great the night was, while Suguru’s gaze shifted to Choso.

"So," he said casually, though his tone carried an edge. "What’s your deal?"

Choso raised an eyebrow. "My deal?"

"With my sister," Suguru clarified, his eyes narrowing.

Choso sighed, setting his drink down. "Look, we were just talking. That’s it."

Suguru leaned forward, his voice low. "She’s not like the other girls you flirt with, Choso. I’m serious—don’t think about her like that. We’re friends, and I don’t want things getting messy."

Choso met his gaze steadily. "Suguru, I respect you. And I respect Musa. She’s nice, and I wouldn’t hurt her. I promise."

Though the words were reassuring, Suguru couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling in his gut. He nodded reluctantly, deciding to let it slide for now. Maybe he was just overthinking things.

Gojo, oblivious to the tension, plopped down on the couch. "Man, you two are so serious. Lighten up. Did you see how wasted Yuta got last night? That kid’s never gonna live it down."

The conversation shifted, and the boys spent the afternoon laughing and teasing each other. But Suguru’s mind lingered on Musa and Choso, the nagging feeling that something was brewing between them refusing to go away.

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The next day at school Musa walked into the hallway, spotting Shoko leaning against her locker. Her friend waved her over, her face lighting up with mischief.

"Hey," Shoko greeted, slinging an arm around Musa’s shoulders. "So, about the party..."

Musa groaned. "Please don’t start."

"Oh, I’m starting," Shoko teased. "Your brother and I were really getting into it, you know—until he saw you and Choso on the balcony."

Musa cringed, covering her ears. "Nope. I don’t need the details. Gross."

Shoko laughed, clearly enjoying her discomfort. "Fine, fine. But speaking of you and Choso..."

Musa sighed. "I don’t know. I think he was flirting with me. And he’s so... hot. But what am I supposed to do? He’s Suguru’s friend. And it’s not like we have any classes together."

Shoko smirked. "Sounds like you’re smitten."

"Shut up," Musa muttered, her cheeks turning pink. "It’s complicated. Every time he’s over, Suguru’s around. It’s not like I can just... make a move."

"Well," Shoko said thoughtfully, "if he’s really into you, he’ll find a way. And if he doesn’t, maybe you should take matters into your own hands."

Musa hesitated, her mind racing with possibilities. Could she really make the first move? Would Choso even be interested, or was she just imagining things?

"Anyway," Shoko added with a wink, "you’re not doing yourself any favors by playing it safe. Life’s too short."

Musa sighed, knowing her friend was right. But as she walked to her next class, she couldn’t help but wonder—what would happen if she dared to take a chance with Choso?

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She sat hunched over her books in the quiet library, the soft rustle of pages and the faint hum of the air conditioner her only company. She was deep in her studies when a shadow loomed over her table. Startled, she looked up to find Choso standing there, hands in his pockets, his usual calm demeanor slightly tinged with hesitation.

“Hey,” he began, his voice soft so as not to disturb the other students. “I wanted to apologize for the other night. At the party.”

Musa blinked in surprise, setting her pen down. “Oh… it’s fine, really.”

Choso rubbed the back of his neck, his gaze dropping briefly to the floor. “I didn’t mean to cause trouble. Especially with Suguru. I know how he is.”

At that, Musa laughed lightly, a sound that seemed to ease Choso’s nerves. “Suguru’s been like that since… well, since boys started noticing me. It’s kind of his thing. He thinks he’s some kind of bodyguard.”

Choso smirked, his confidence slowly returning. “I noticed.”

“Right?!” Musa leaned back in her chair, grinning. “It’s a miracle I even had my first kiss. Most guys run for the hills once Suguru starts glaring at them. I wouldn’t put it past him to pay one to stop talking to me.”

The thought made Choso chuckle. “Sounds like him.”

They fell into an easy rhythm after that, their conversation shifting to lighter topics. Choso asked her about her interests, and Musa’s face lit up as she shared her dream of becoming a tattoo artist. She even flipped through her sketchbook to show him some of her designs, her enthusiasm infectious.

“You’re really talented,” Choso said earnestly, admiring the intricate linework of a floral piece she’d drawn. “I could see that on someone’s skin.”

Her cheeks warmed at the compliment. “Thanks. I’ve been practicing for years.”

Their conversation drifted from tattoos to study tips, and before long, Choso found himself helping her work through a particularly tricky subject. They were so engrossed that neither of them noticed the faint sound of footsteps in the hallway until it was too late.

Unbeknownst to them, Satoru Gojo had been wandering the halls, his usual mischievous boredom leading him past the library. He paused mid-step when he caught sight of Musa and Choso through the glass doors. The grin that spread across his face was instantaneous, his sunglasses slipping down his nose as he took in the scene.

“Oh, Suguru’s gonna love this,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head as he walked away, his laughter echoing faintly down the corridor.

Back inside the library, Musa and Choso remained blissfully unaware, their focus entirely on each other. But somewhere in the back of her mind, she had the faintest sense of foreboding—like trouble was lurking just around the corner.

As the study session came to a close, Musa looked up from her books, the weight of the afternoon lifting from her shoulders. “Thanks for all the help, Choso,” she said, her smile warm. “I actually understand it a lot better now.”

Choso returned the smile, feeling a sense of accomplishment. “Glad I could help. It was nice to hang out like this. We should do it more often.”

Musa hesitated, her fingers tracing the edge of her notebook. “I don’t want to make things weird with Suguru... You know how he is. I don’t want you two to fall out over me.”

Choso tilted his head slightly, his expression softening. “Suguru’s my friend, but he needs to let go at some point. I understand where you're coming from, though,” he added, his voice quiet.

“Still doesn’t stop him from trying to control everything.”

His gaze dropped to her lips for a brief moment before he cleared his throat, his smile turning a little more uncertain. “yeah Ibknow, but it was nice. I’ll see you around, Musa.”

Her heart fluttered, something unspoken hanging in the air between them. Musa nodded, her throat suddenly dry. “Yeah, see you.”

Choso turned to leave, but something lingered in the way he looked at her, something that made Musa’s chest tighten with a mixture of excitement and unease. As she watched him walk away, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted—something that couldn’t be undone.

On the walk back home, Choso couldn’t stop thinking about her. His mind kept drifting to Musa, her laughter, the way her eyes lit up when she talked about her art. Beautiful and talented, he thought, his heart racing in a way he wasn’t used to. He hadn’t expected the pull he felt when he was around her.

Maybe Suguru would forgive him, he thought, if Musa asked him to. She seemed to like him, and the idea of spending more time with her filled him with a quiet kind of hope. But at the same time, he didn’t want to sacrifice his bond with Suguru, the friendship that had been built over years. Yet, something felt different when it came to Musa, he never felt like this with the other girls he took interest in. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but whatever it was, it was enough to keep his mind racing, long after he’d left the library.

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As the night grew darker, Choso’s thoughts remained fixed on her, wondering just how far this would go, and what it all meant.

Musa stepped into the house, the mouthwatering aroma of pizza filling the air. Her stomach growled, and she smiled, relieved to be home after a long study session. She kicked off her shoes and made her way into the living room, where Suguru was lounging on the couch, a relaxed smile on his face as he greeted her.

"How’d the studying go?" he asked, glancing up from his phone.

"Good," Musa replied casually, though her mind briefly flashed to Choso. She pushed the thought away, not daring to mention him. It would only complicate things.

Suguru nodded, his attention shifting back to his phone for a moment before he sat up a bit. "By the way, I’ve been thinking about something. About Shoko actually. She and I, well... we’ve been getting along pretty well lately." He looked at her with an almost playful seriousness. "I want to ask her out. Is that okay with you?"

Musa blinked in surprise, smile creeping up on her face. Shoko really liked Suguru and deserved someone who treated her right, someone who actually appreciated her for more than just her looks. Musa smiled, nodding. "I don’t mind at all. Honestly, I think Shoko deserves someone who'll treat her the way she deserves—not just someone who wants to, you know, sleep with her and move on."

Suguru raised an eyebrow, a small smirk on his face. "I thought you’d say that. But just don’t tell Shoko. I want to be the one to tell her."

Musa paused, thinking. "Of course. If you want to make it special." She smiled, her voice soft. "You know, she loves tea and the beach. And she’s always liked getting flowers—especially those little wildflowers that grow around the city."

Suguru nodded as he listened, his eyes narrowing in focus as he mentally noted her details. "Got it. Thanks."

For a moment, Musa thought about telling him about Choso—how he was different from the other guys, how she felt something unspoken between them—but she stopped herself. She wasn’t sure how Suguru would react, and right now, he was focused on Shoko. Instead, she gave her brother a warm smile and said, "Good luck, Suguru. I’m sure it’ll go great."

Suguru smiled back, his expression softening for a moment before he turned his attention back to his phone. "Thanks, sis. I’ll keep you posted."

Musa made her way to her room, her heart a little heavier with the thought of Choso lingering in the back of her mind. She couldn’t stop thinking about the way he looked at her, the way his presence had made her feel. As she settled on her bed, she pulled out her phone and quickly typed a message to him:

“Hey, thanks again for today. I had fun. :)”

She hesitated for just a second before hitting send, the butterflies in her stomach not quite settling. It was strange, but she couldn’t deny the pull she felt toward him. The thought of Suguru finding out sent a small knot of worry through her chest, but for now, she focused on the moment, waiting for Choso’s reply.

Musa stared at the screen of her phone as the message to Choso sat there, waiting. She bit her lip nervously, wondering if she should add something more, but instead, she simply let it be. Her thumb hovered over the "send" button, and she almost reconsidered—then her phone vibrated in her hand. She quickly glanced at the message from Choso:

“Anytime. I had fun too. You’re really easy to talk to, Musa. Let’s do it again sometime.”

Her heart fluttered again, a warmth spreading across her chest. She smiled, her fingers moving almost automatically to respond:

“I’d like that. Maybe next time, I can show you more my sketches and paintings?”

She hit send before she could second-guess herself, feeling a rush of excitement mixed with nerves. It felt like the first real step in something she wasn’t entirely sure of but also couldn’t ignore.

As she waited for his reply, her mind drifted back to Suguru and Shoko. She could tell Suguru had been thinking about Shoko a lot lately. It made sense—he was always looking out for people in his own way, even if he could be overprotective at times. She hoped everything would go well for him, for both of them. But there was still a piece of her mind that couldn’t quite shake the thought of Choso.

Choso’s message came a few minutes later:

“I’d like that a lot. I’ve been wanting to get a tattoo for a while... maybe you could help me design one?”

Musa’s fingers hovered over the screen, her heart pounding at the thought of designing something for him. For Choso. She could already picture it—something simple yet meaningful, something that represented him. She quickly typed back:

“I’d love to! I’ll think of some ideas. I can’t wait to help you with it.”

As she set her phone down for a moment, a small grin tugged at her lips. She felt a surge of anticipation for the next time they could hang out. But the closer she got to him, the more her mind wandered to what this could mean. Choso was different—she could sense it. And something inside her stirred at the thought of what might happen between them.

Musa sat on her bed, her phone still clutched in her hands as she replayed Choso's messages in her mind. Her heart raced, her thoughts a swirl of excitement and nervous energy. She couldn’t help it—she was grinning from ear to ear, practically glowing with the thoughts of their next meeting. She’d never been so caught up in something before, and it felt both exhilarating and nerve-wracking.

As she leaned back, still grinning like an idiot, she heard the faint sound of footsteps approaching her door. Before she could even compose herself, it creaked open just enough for Suguru to poke his head in.

Musa’s face immediately flushed, her grin widening as she scrambled to hide her phone, but it was too late—Suguru had already seen the way her cheeks were practically glowing.

"Alright, what’s going on?" Suguru asked, raising an eyebrow as he stepped into the room. His voice was playful, but there was a glint of curiosity in his eyes. "What’s got you looking like you just won the lottery?"

Musa could barely contain her smile, feeling the heat of her blush spread down her neck. “N-Nothing, I’m just... tired, you know?” she stammered, trying to act casual, but her wide grin betrayed her. “and happy, I guess.”

Suguru tilted his head, clearly unconvinced. He walked further into the room, his gaze narrowing in on her. “You’re way too happy for someone who’s just ‘tired.’ What’s really going on, huh?”

Musa quickly tried to redirect the conversation, but she couldn’t help the way her heart skipped at the thought of Choso. "It’s nothing, really. Just... stuff," she said, her voice a little too high-pitched.

Suguru smirked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe. “Stuff, huh? I don’t buy it. You’ve got that look on your face. Like you’re about to burst with secrets.”

Musa let out an awkward laugh, glancing away from her brother’s sharp gaze. “It’s just... a friend of mine. We were chatting earlier, that’s all.”

“Hmm…” Suguru hummed, his smirk growing. ��A ‘friend,’ huh? Is that what you’re calling him now?”

Musa’s heart raced as she glanced back at him, her face a deep shade of red. She tried to suppress the grin, but it was useless. “Suguru, stop! You’re being weird.”

Suguru chuckled at her reaction, clearly enjoying her flustered state. “Well, if you’re happy, I guess I won’t press it. Just know, I’m keeping an eye on you, brat.”

Musa groaned, feeling like she was about to melt into the bed. “Seriously, can you just go away? I’m tired and trying to relax.”

Suguru gave her one last look, his playful grin never fading. “Alright, alright. But if I find out who’s making my sister so happy, I’m gonna have words with him.”

“Goodnight, Suguru!” Musa called out, burying her face in her pillow, still grinning uncontrollably.

As Suguru walked out and closed the door behind him, Musa finally let herself laugh, her heart still fluttering with excitement. What had just happened? She barely even knew how to process it.

[imweirdimjazzy]

Be my first

Pairing: Young Stanford Pines x Female Reader

Description: after a fight with an unexpected gremlin and meeting an interesting man with six finger hands, it had let down to quiet night with a small chat on the rooftop.

Warnings: none! :)

Word count: 1007

A/N: helllooooo! Yes i know…I’ve been gone again. Luckily I have been still writing through classes this semester. I know this isn’t Alastor (which btw yes I have something for him waiting) but I couldn’t help write Stanford pines one. I’ve been big Gravity falls fan since I was nine and I had always had crush on the nerdy man LMAO. Anyway I hope you guys enjoy this. it’s a little bit of scrap writing but I try to to make the best out of it!

Important note!: yes I know that Stanley wasn’t there at gravity falls when Ford was doing his research but I couldn’t help with the small sweet idea.

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“What are you doing up here?”

The voice startled me. Causing me to slip a little before hitting my head on top of the roof of the shack. I somehow found my balance again and turn my head to Stanford behind me.

“Ford?”

“Sorry for scaring you! I just wonder where you were,” He climbed over the edge of the roof and sat by me cautiously, not wanting to get a concussion.

“No, no,” I sigh and grin rubbing my eyes to wake me up. It was almost four in the morning and thoughts were taking a toll on me.

With the day of chasing monsters that I always thought were only created by fictional authors who were bored with reality, were somehow real this whole time.

I knew coming up here in this small town I would eventually be hit with the strange occurrences. Although I assume it is with occasional old people, not meeting a huge gremlin.

“How’s your hands? He didn’t rough you up too hard, right?”

Ford’s eyes were taking a look on my scraped hands that had only brown scabs on some by the healing.

“I’m actually okay, surprisingly.”

“Surprisingly? If anyone was in your position they would’ve died of a heart attack just by looking at that thing.”

“Okay maybe I was a little scared seeing that thing and it’s weird—beady eyes.”

“Trust me there’s a whole lot more just beady eyes around this town,” jested Ford.

I let out a “pfft” sound and raised an eyebrow out of amusement. “What, are there like gnomes living in the forest too?”

Ford stared at me for a second and then narrow his eyes.

“Wait, how did you know there was gnomes here?”

“There’s gnomes too?!”

Ford and I stared at each other for another couple moments until we both started laughing.

We laughed for a solid moment and soon it started hurting our lungs for not breathing enough. It started to calm down and the both of us sat there stargazing for a moment.

“I just can’t believe it,” I said, almost out of breath. “So many creatures, beings or any animal just exist right out there. Waiting to be discovered or heard. Just so much to look after! It’s like even though you could’ve spent years here exploring you’re always gonna find something here to love. All of the old and new together.”

Stanford still had eyes on the sky, though I can feel him glancing from the inner corners to see me.

“Trust me I’ve been only here for two months and I’m still adjusting to all the weirdness here…but it’s amazing, isn’t it?”

“Amazing? Stanford, I’m jealous of you!” I exclaimed with a smile.

“Jealous?” He repeated.

“Yeah, you get to experience this everyday. Most people are out there with the most mundane and boring office job,” I scoffed. “You, Stanford Pines, don’t even know it.”

His glasses reflected a bright light for a second. Ford cackled and shook his head, with a wide smile. A smile that made me copy it without any try but a single pull on the inside of my chest.

“I suppose I just never thought I would hear someone say that to me.”

“Well, I’m honored to be the first.”

“First, huh.”

Ford twitched for a second and seemed stiff. Even without touching each other I knew there was something that caught him between each deep breath.

I see his six finger hand reach something inside of his tan trench coat. Slipping out a red journal. A trace hand written on with number two.

My curiosity caught me on the net, from there I analyzed the unique journal in his hand. With a small monocular peeking out the corners of the page.

The journal was small yet so big that seem had pages filled with something.

The little something being something I shouldn’t know.

“My six finger hands have always been the lead of my life ever since I could remember. Whether it meant me getting relentlessly bullied for my weird anomaly or it had made me the odd one out everywhere I go.”

The trace six finger hand on the book had stars bouncing off from gold color. Almost mesmerizing for anyone to take a peek.

Ford continues. “I thought I would never find a spot where my hands would seem normal, yet I realize now that after these years of pain, it was here. Meaning my anomaly isn't the only anomaly here.”

His hand out for reach and there it was in between us. Ford seems to be lost for a second until he peers to my hand on my lap.

Raising my hand and taking it near his, he carefully took it. With his fingers brushing the back of my palm and making sure my hand was flat. Placing the journal on my palm.

12 fingers secure on both of my hands.

“In fact,” Ford begans, “I think it would be much of honor if you were the first to read my journal.”

For a moment I felt my heart beat out of its chest but the small stars bounce back to me and the journal. Making it all too real for it to just be dream.

His hands pull away and felt with empty space without warmth, but a warm smile had arrive to my face.

“You really mean it?” I asked.

“I mean it.”

His hands left between the warmth of me and him. It felt empty, but my excitement withdraw me back to the journal in hand.

With lit eyes.

“Ford, the movie is about to play! You better come down!”

“We have burnt popcorn and candy, jellybeans to be exact!”

We both laughed catching the talking from Fiddlford and Stanley.

Stanford carefully got back up and hand out his hand for me.

No words were spoke expect my hand accepting his and both crawling to the attic window.

“We definitely talking about the book once the two fall asleep right?”

“Oh yeah, we will.”

[captainsophiestark]

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Platonic!Percy Jackson x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: Percy Jackson

Summary: An uninvited guest shows up to Percy and Annabeth's wedding. Luckily, Percy's mortal cousin is on the case.

Word Count: 1,456

Category: Fluff

A/N: One fic a week every Friday of 2024!! We freaking did it!!! Guys, I literally have no idea how I managed to pull this off. But I did! Woohoo!!! Also, this fic and this fic also feature Percy and his cousin having adventures, although you don't need to read either of them to enjoy this one.

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"Hey! How's it going in here?" I called, knocking on the door as I slowly pushed it open. My cousin and favorite person in the universe, Percy Jackson, called back in response.

"It's going good."

I pushed the door the rest of the way open to find him standing in the center of the room in his tux, looking perfectly polished. I grinned, then made a show of wiping tears out of the corners of my eyes. Percy rolled his eyes, but he was grinning all the same.

"My baby cousin's all grown up," I cried, crossing the room to wrap him in a big hug. He hugged me back, tight, and when we finally pulled apart we were both beaming. "Annabeth's gonna faint."

Percy just laughed and shook his head.

"If anybody's going to faint at this wedding, it'll be me. Or maybe Grover."

"I don't think anybody'd blame either of you."

Percy and I shared a smile, but before we could do anything else, the satyr in question came bursting into the room, looking more than a little panicked. He stopped short when he noticed me and Percy, glancing between the two of us like he really didn't know what to do.

"Grover?" asked Percy, taking a few steps forward. "What's wrong?"

"Uh..." He glanced to me again, then back to Percy. "Nothing! Just... a small problem."

"What is it?" said Percy. I stepped forward, too, trying to give Grover a reassuring smile.

"I'm happy to help, whatever it is the bride and groom need. We'll figure it out."

Grover didn't look any less nervous as he wrung his hands and looked between us. He'd probably been hoping to find one of the magical members of Percy's side of the wedding party, but I'd have to make do.

"It's just... I just saw He- the goddess of marriage outside."

"Hera's here?" demanded Percy, nearly shouting the words without a care for whether she'd notice the use of her name. I scowled, even as Grover seemed to get more and more nervous.

"I guess, since this is a half-blood wedding, she decided..."

Percy practically growled, and I saw a look of pure rage on his face directed at the Queen of Olympus. Probably, if he had to, he'd go out there and start a fight himself to keep her away from his and Annabeth's wedding. Luckily, he had the best cousin in the world to help him out, instead.

"I've got this," I declared, stepping forward and putting a hand on Percy's shoulder. "Leave this to me."

"Hold on..." said Percy, stopping me short as I started to head for the door. "Are you sure? I mean... she can cause all kinds of problems..."

"I know. I've heard all about the shit she's stirred for you and for Annabeth. But I'm mortal, and almost definitely not on her radar. Don't worry about it, Perce. I've got this."

I shot him a wink, then turned and booked it out of the room before either he or Grover could second guess me.

Thankfully, despite being mortal, it didn't take me long to locate Hera once I made it outside the wedding venue. She was practically glowing, and she was the only person in range who had a scowl on her face. I cleared my throat, straightened my shoulders, and shifted into character. Then, I rushed forward and grabbed the nearest person to Hera by the arm. I didn't know her, but I didn't need to for this to work.

"Did you hear?" I asked in a very loud stage whisper. The woman looked at me in absolute confusion, but I continued, just hoping she wouldn't say anything to ruin my play. "I just heard them talking, and they're calling off the wedding."

The woman in front of me gasped, and although I didn't dare look, I could feel Hera's attention shifting to me.

"I know! But it's done. It's like a curse or something, I swear. Everything's been going wrong, and they've been fighting for, like, the past hour. We're working on putting an announcement together for the guests, but like... this is not happening. We all thought they were bulletproof. Apparently not..."

The woman I'd started speaking to looked horrified, but she stopped mattering to me as Hera walked past us, a smirk on her face. Before she reached the corner of the venue, she disappeared into thin air. I smiled.

"Are you... are you serious?" the woman before me asked, her hand flying to her heart. I straightened up and grinned, pausing for one last check that Hera was nowhere in sight before answering.

"Nope! Sorry, weird prank. I thought it'd be a hit, but... clearly not. Enjoy the ceremony!"

The woman scowled, shocked and furious, but I turned and headed inside before she could make a scene. As far as I was concerned, that was a complete mission success. It wouldn't be a forever fix, since Hera would figure out the wedding did actually go on at some point, but hopefully I'd done things well enought that none of us would get in trouble for it. I headed back towards the groom's room to let Percy know the good news, but somebody stopped me just before I rounded the corner to the right hallway.

I looked up to see someone I recognized from a few pictures Percy and Sally had around their houses. Poseidon himself, attending his son's wedding in a Hawaiian shirt and shorts. I narrowed my eyes.

"That was well done," he said, giving me a small smile and nod. I quickly schooled my expression to absolute neutrality.

"I don't know what you're talking about. On an unrelated note, any chance your magic powers would allow you to change into a suit for this wedding? Or at least pants with the Hawaiin shirt?"

Poseidon just stared at me for a long moment, then finally, he started laughing.

"I can see the family resemblance to Sally," he said, clapping a hand on my shoulder and giving me a good-natured smile. "And don't worry. I'm happy to cover for you if anyone starts asking questions."

I sighed. It wasn't an answer to my pants question, but it was a promise to lie to Hera for me, so... I guess I'd take it.

"Thanks. And thanks for coming. I know it'll mean a lot to Percy."

Poseidon gave another smile and nod, then headed off to join the rest of the wedding guests. I watched him go for a moment, then took a deep breath and turned to go find Percy like I'd been trying to do. Never a dull moment since I'd reconnected with this side of the family, but I'd also never regretted it for a second.

Percy was over the moon when I'd told him, and not long after, he and Annabeth finally walked down the isle and said their vows. The ceremony was absolutely beautiful, and by some miracle, we didn't get a reappearance from Hera. After so many pictures everyone in the wedding party was ready to drop, we moved on to an absolutely outstanding reception. With literal magical Olympians in attendance, the party got immediately into full swing, and continued long into the early hours of the next morning.

After whirling around the dancefloor for more songs in a row than I could count, I finally made my way to plop down at a table for just a few moments of breathing and taking the weight off my feet. At least half the guests had already called it a night, but a core of us were still going.

As I took a deep breath, Percy emerged from the dancefloor's crowd and made his way over to me, too. I grinned as I saw him coming, raising the glass of water I'd found in toast.

"Congratulations," I said as he sat down next to me, a massive, dopey smile on his face. "Again."

"Thanks. And thanks for the help today with... You Know Who. Don't know what we would've done without you."

I grinned. "Sure thing, Perce. I missed a lot of Olympian days when you were in the middle of the shit, and even if I hadn't, I know I probably wouldn't have been able to help much. So I'm glad I'm able to help now."

Percy smiled and leaned over to give my shoulder a squeeze, then slumped back in his chair. We sat for a few moments in comfortable silence, watching fondly as our friends and loved ones continued to destroy the dance floor.

In another moment or two, I knew we'd be dragged back into the middle of it, both with smiles on our faces. But it was nice to be able to take a quick breather with my favorite cousin amidst the festivities to just sit back and enjoy the moment.

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[basilsnotemo]

I like both, you got the golden boy jock that’s quarterback of the football team, in my au, Stan does football, basketball, soccer, and baseball but the only one he’s really passionate about is football, he just does the others because it’s good for his mental health, it keeps him moving, gets him outside and if he’s busy thinking about basketball then there’s no room in his brain for all the dark thoughts he’s trying to avoid.

With the band I think that started around middle school, and it probably starts as an emo/early 2000’s pop punk cover band. But then I think around middle school is when Stan actually starts getting treatment for his mental health issues but I think he’s really opposed to opening up all his thoughts and feelings to a complete stranger (plus he’s really afraid that if he opens up too much he’s gonna end up in the psyche ward) so they have many silent meetings at first, until she hands him a blank notebook and a pen and says “ok, if you won’t talk to me will you at least write it down? It will feel better to get it out of your head I promise” and stan being a super depressed, asshole 13 year old is like yeah whatever but then after awhile he’s like, that’s actually not a bad idea, and then eventually he opens up and starts actually talking in therapy but he goes back and looks at the notebook one day and he’s like huh, these could make good songs, so he rewrites a few things and Crimson Dawn was born.

Then imagine, him going sitting in his room listening to fall out boy while writing music, or coming up with a new DND campaign or learning the rules to a new board game he just got

He’s also buff as hell, not only from doing every sport ever, but also from working on his dads farm (which he avoids like the plague) so stan always has a crazy tan going on.

After his parents get divorced (around middle school) stan mostly lives with his mom in town because it’s closer to the school and also fuck that farm. Stan and his mom have always gotten along very well, she’s not always the most helpful when he has a problem, and she really doesn’t understand his mental illness, but she does make an effort to learn and tries to help him the best she can which is what really matters, she actually took him to the doctor, got him set up with a therapist, and on medication and genuinely tries to help him, unlike somebody else (his dad) who just pretends it’s not happening because “boys don’t cry” going so far as to say stan was faking it for attention after stan got hospitalized. Stan and his dad have never gotten along, it only got worse as he got older, and the second he turned 18 he cut all contact with his dad and he’s never been happier

My Stan’s outfit of choice would be ripped baggy black jeans, black high top converse, some sort of band tshirt (with a long sleeve shirt underneath when it gets cold) some sort of earrings in, black hat. I do think he gets his lip pierced (by Kenny in the school bathroom, very goth) out of rebellion and as a fuck you to his dad, but I don’t think it lasts past high school

He’s got a heart of gold, will help anyone but himself very big on activism for animals and the environment, strictly vegetarian he cares so much about his family and friends, when they found out that Kyle was diabetic, the first thing stan wanted to do was learn how to take care of him, so he learned how to do Kyle’s insulin shots, and check his blood sugar and what all the numbers meant so that he knew what to do just in case, because that’s his best friend/future husband, and his dogs are the most spoiled babies on the planet let me tell you.

When he gets older stan will just find stray dogs and cats on the road and bring them home, he’s like a magnet for this stuff and kyle just shakes his head but lets it happen (he’s very much a “whatever makes my princess happy” type of guy) even though they already had 2 dogs he just likes to see Stan be genuinely happy and smile, which doesn’t happen that often. Stan calls his mom and is like “this is peanut, your new grandpuppy :)” (and Kyle makes fun of him for naming a dog after something he’s allergic to)

He’s got a wicked sweet tooth, of it’s got sugar, it’s going in stan. This man barely drinks water he practically lives off of Dr Pepper, after he quits drinking for good he replaces the alcohol with Dr Pepper, so he did create a different problem for himself, but a much less damaging one in the long run.

He tends to have an ok diet, as a habit from his football days + being married to a type 1 diabetic, Kyle is pretty good about nutrition and keeping them fed a balanced diet. But this guy goes crazy for Taco Bell, late night after football? Taco Bell. Road trip? Taco Bell. Day off and don’t want to cook? Taco Bell. You get the idea, get this man a black bean Crunchwrap and a Baja Blast and he will be your best friend for life. Just don’t forget the diablo sauce, this man douses EVERYTHING in hot sauce it’s never spicy enough.

Oh god i just realized how much I wrote, anyway merry Christmas here’s a character study of stan, specifically from my au but this is the core of how I characterize stan

if you vote you are REQUIRED to comment why or ill make sure you get coal in your stockings 😈

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bonus aka The Real Motive Behind This:

SURPRISE double bonus. textless ver of the first pic under the cut

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can't believe this hasn't been said before but unhinged!scarlett and unhinged!dave would be an iconic duo. shame pi didn't get a second season bc these two in an alliance would basically succeed in destroying the island, they'd wipe everyone out

the fact that they're both versions of the nerd character so they're already smart in their own ways, the fact that they have absolutely zero fucks to give anymore, their individual darker sides have come out (whether it was hidden consciously (scarlett) or unconsciously (dave)), and they've each attempted to kill/seriously injure one or more contestant(s) (and mess up the island in the process) just to reach their end goal. imagine if these two found a common goal somehow, literally nothing could get in their paths (except possibly each other)