#like she didnt believe he quit himself

[mikhailoism]

the difference between bobby s7 vs s8 is crazy to me bc you can tell how much lighter he feels. and just the obvious why he's much more relaxed and joking around is such a big difference . to me it's implying maybe therapy or he's done something to deal with the events of s7 in that 3 month time skip and i want details so badly.... how did he go from spiraling and sorta passive suicidal ideation to more relaxed and comfortable and peaceful almost .... sorry i can't shut up about this i need more people talking about it

[watchingwisteria]

listen there really was just something about how in the book, snow’s 3-page descent from hesitant lover boy to deluded mfer happens entirely in his mind. lucy gray gives him no indication whatsoever that she suspects him, that she’s going to leave or betray him. he’s just sitting quietly in the cabin waiting for her to return when that seed of calculated suspicion, which he has needed to survive the capitol, takes a hold of him and chokes the life out of any goodness left inside him. it really drives home your terror as a reader that “oh my god did he kill her? did she escape? what happened to her? why would he even think that?” in a way that when the movie had to adjust for visualization it lost some of that holy shit this guy has lost it emphasis.

[devotedsweetheart]

・❥ SAY IT AGAIN

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ rundown :: you find out caleb had been logging into your phone at random times of the day to keep track of who you were texting. frustrated, you call him to yell at him only to question what exactly he was doing on the other end.

WARNINGS :: NSFW! 18+ , phone sex , sub!caleb (per usual) , masturbation , cnc , use of y/n

a/n :: highkey got this idea from that one scene in twk when cardans kissing jude & telling her to say she hates him..🌝🌝

he had absolutely no right to be invading your personal space. absolutely none.

you were so fucking angry.

caleb was away on a trip with gran. usually, he would simply ask to check your phone, and you'd happily give it to him- knowing he means well. but with the shit he has been pulling, you're starting to question whether or not he really does trust you like he says he does.

you had found out that he was hacking into your phone because the device started acting awfully odd. opening apps you didnt click on, siri turning on without any context, letters on the keyboard being pressed when you never tapped on them in the first place. confused (and frankly a little scared), you took it to a professional to get it checked out. when he asked if anyone else had the password to your socials, thats when the realization dawned on you.

you felt so stupid. utterly dumb. but how were you supposed to know? you had told caleb about the issue multiple times and each occasion you mentioned it he would always say the same thing: "thats so weird, pips.. maybe you should go get it checked out or something." feigning complete innocence.

you had enough.

driving home as fast as you could, you barely reach the front door before you're calling him nonstop until he answers.

"hey pips! i missed yo-"

"you fucking liar."

there's a beat of silence at that. your breathing is heavy, going right into the mic- giving caleb an idea of what he's in for.

"um.. excuse me?" caleb manages, swallowing thickly. he knows exactly what you're going to yell at him for and he's praying to jesus christ himself that he can manipulate his way out of it.

"you know exactly what i'm talking about, don't try to play dumb. you've been going into my phone and looking through my shit. i thought you said you trusted me? what happened to that? i mean, seriously, caleb, i thought we had gotten over this." you say, voice pinched a bit higher than usual. you're pacing around the room in order to keep yourself calm, heart beating at a distressing rate as you don't like to argue with him.

"pips, i really don't know what you're talking about," he utters, licking his lips. "i know whats been going on with your phone has been messing you up, but you don't necessarily have to blame me for it. look, once i get back i'll help you figure out what's wrong with it just to prove that it's not me. deal?"

you can tell that he's trying his best to soften his tone to make his lie more believable, but you aren't gonna buy into it.

"no. no, caleb, just quit the act already. i'm so tired of this. i'll give you two choices," you say, sitting down on the couch; elbows on your knees. "either you stop with the whole hacking thing and we stay together, or i cut things off with you and we never talk again."

for a moment, there's nothing being said. pure silence. he's absolutely speechless on his end of the phone, mouth agape and eyes wide. every few seconds, he'd attempt to say something but nothing would come out- resulting in something that resembled a stutter.

"well? what's it gonna be?" you asked, becoming to grow impatient.

"y/n.." he whispered. "you.. you can't do that to me. i-.. i'm sorry for doing all that crap. i didn't do it because i don't trust you... it's other people that i don't trust. please believe me, baby. i can't stop doing it, it's just my way of keeping you safe."

aaaand now it's your turn to be shocked.

"are you fucking serious?" you yell, and you swear you can see the look on his face regardless if he's visible or not. eyebrows raised up, cheeks as red as roses, eyes backed up with tears. you know how much he hates being yelled at by you... but he deserves it. "you can't be serious. please tell me you're pulling some joke."

" baby, please. i-"

"enough. just quit it. i fucking hate you, caleb."

he swallows. no, practically gulps. he shouldnt be turned on by the sound of that. he really shouldnt. he knows he should be terrified by the threat of you leaving him... but the tent growing in his pants is getting undeniably uncomfortable that he just can't seem to care.

unzipping his jeans, he gently lays his back on his bed, being carefully quiet to ensure you don't hear.

"you're fucking insane and no matter how much i try to talk to you about it you never change. it is draining, caleb. you have absolutely no idea how fucked up you are."

he's nodding against his phone, murmuring small 'yeah's here and there to let you know that he's listening. what you aren't aware of is the fact that instead of really listening, he's actually moving his hand at an insane speed on his dick. it gets to the point that he can't even respond, the pleasure taking over. all he needs is for you to tell him how bad he is and how much you despise him for him to be able to go over the edge.

the fact that you don't even know whats going on keeps him going for even longer.

"...-is so frustrating, caleb! you don't even care for me and... wait, are you even listening? hellooo?" you shout, expecting an answer.

he picks up his phone from where it was sitting on his pillow and takes it off speaker phone to reply. "y-yes, baby? 'm sorry.. i'm, um, listening. keep talking." he responds, stuttering over his words.

you roll your eyes, thinking he simply just doesn't care. "my god, you're so fucking annoying. i hate you so much, y'know that?"

he nods hastily, even though you can't see it. "y-yes. say it again. please." the last word comes out broken as he was embarrassingly close to cumming.

you stop in your tracks, both eyebrows furrowed. "um..." you utter, confused at what he was playing at. "i... hate.. you..?"

"f-fuck!" he whisper-shouts, hips thrusting into his hand as he drops the device back onto where it was initially. he brings his previously free hand down to his cock to stroke the tip, twisting his wrists. biting his lip, hard enough to draw blood, he makes his best effort to keep little whimpers inside of his mouth. it works for the most part... but you already knew what was happening. he does it too many times for you to not know.

"caleb." you warn.

he doesn't answer, he can't answer, mind is too hazy from the force of his orgasm. he's practically like putty on his bed, half asleep and half awake.

"text me in the morning." you say before hanging up and throwing your phone on the bed.

he will not ever learn.

[formulaonecrumbs]

Hiiiiii xoxo

I love reading your sibling au’s with the drivers they’re so good !!

Would you be open to making one about max Verstappen but as the little brother ? :)

i’m always gonna come find you

Max Verstappen x older sister!reader

summary: after their dad (jos verstappen WHEN I FUCKING CATCH U) left max at the gas station for a ‘bad’ race, reader takes care of him.

warnings: bad dad. hurt little max.

A/N: this situation was perfect for this cuz every time i’m reminded of it, i feel the primal urge to (1) KILL JOS (2) protect little maxie. also i didnt remember when this happened to him so i just made him 13, reader is 18. ENJOY MY LOVVVEEE. i love u, thank u anon, VERY MUCH 🫶

p.s. i won’t do the home film thing for any other sibling au’s when it comes to other drivers cuz i have that reserved for lando IM SORRY!! it’s just special to that series, hope u can understand :)

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it was getting dark by the time she found him.

the gas station lights buzzed faintly overhead, a flickering, sickly kind of glow. max was sitting on the curb with his knees pulled up to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around them, helmet still in his lap like he couldn’t bear to let it go. he looked so small like that. so young. like the little brother she sometimes forgot he still was.

she pulled into the parking lot too fast, tires crunching over gravel, throwing the car into park and practically flying out of it.

“max!” she called, voice already cracking with worry.

his head snapped up immediately, eyes wide — and the second he saw it was her, his whole body sagged, like he could finally breathe again.

she ran to him and dropped to her knees without thinking, gathering him into her arms. he didn’t even hesitate — just pressed his face against her shoulder, fingers curling tightly into the fabric of her hoodie.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbled, so quietly she almost didn’t hear it. “i tried. i really tried—”

“shh, hey, no,” she soothed, pulling back enough to cup his face in her hands. his cheeks were pink from the cold, and his eyes were glassy with tears he was trying so hard not to let fall. “none of that, okay? you don’t ever have to be sorry with me.”

he sniffed hard, ducking his head a little like he didn’t quite believe her.

she brushed his messy hair back from his forehead, feeling her heart splinter at the sight of him. thirteen years old and already carrying the weight of expectations he didn’t deserve. already blaming himself for things that weren’t his fault.

“dad was mad,” he whispered. it wasn’t really a surprise, but hearing it still made her chest ache. “he said i embarrassed him.”

her hands tightened on him instinctively.

“dad’s wrong,” she said firmly, voice leaving no room for argument. “you hear me, max? he’s wrong. you didn’t embarrass anyone. you raced your heart out. that’s what matters. and leaving you here—” she broke off, shaking her head. “there’s no excuse for that. none.”

max looked up at her then, cautious, like he was waiting for her to get mad too.

but all he found was her, steady and sure and warm.

“you’re not alone,” she promised, her voice gentler now. “i’m always gonna come for you. always.”

his lip wobbled. just a little.

then he threw his arms around her neck again, this time holding on even tighter.

she hugged him back just as fiercely, rocking him slightly like she used to when he was little and scared of thunderstorms.

for a long time, they just stayed there on the curb, wrapped up in each other while the rest of the world spun on.

finally, she pulled back enough to smile at him — a real smile, soft and proud.

“c’mon,” she said, standing and offering him her hand. “let’s get you home.”

max nodded, still silent, but he took her hand without hesitation, gripping it tightly like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

and maybe it was.

maybe it always would be.

THE END :>

[malewifesband]

i see it often that people do not see laios liking kabru, but in reality laios does like kabru! quite a lot for a guy that (from his perspective) he just met! laios forgetting kabrus exact name is not evidence of disinterest in any way--hes only heard it a couple of times, he struggles with small details (unless you want to argue laios also doesnt give a shit about marcille, chilchuck and senshi, he also forgets small details about them. if you do think this, i think dungeon meshi may be too advanced for you. stick to bluey.), and the man has autism. like near explicitly.

laios offers food from their limited supplies because kabru showed an interest in eating monsters, and makes him an omelette so he can have something to eat even though other food was already being prepared. he listens to kabrus criticism of his behavior and mindset in trying to protect falin even though she was straight up killing people, and tries to drag kabru to safety. he watches kabru defuse the situation between himself and toshiro masterfully, and confides in him how hurt he is that toshiro is so angry and how he mustve done something truly awful to upset him like that. when kabru tells him that meeting him was the best part of his time in the dungeon, laios agrees and says its the same for him (remember: laios doesnt do empty platitudes well--if he said it, he meant it).

when kabru leaves, we get three fucking panels in a row of laios staring after him, flexing the hand kabru was just holding, and reflecting on kabrus words ("next time..?")

when kabru shows up again deep in the dungeon, chilchuck is suspicious, but laios is so excited to see him that he throws caution to the wind and lets kabru hold his hand again despite seconds later crossing succubus off his list of shapeshifters that could be appearing as kabru--a carelessness around monsters and danger laios rarely exhibits. when kabru gives his warning about the canaries, laios is grateful. he notices how often kabru saves his skin

when lycion reveals that kabru lied about wanting to eat the omelette laios made, it breaks his heart because he made that with love! he made it for kabru, and kabru didnt like it, and now he knows kabru was just playing at friendship to use him. that breaks his heart, hes distraught, but he doesnt have time to be hurt about it when marcille needs his help urgently so he turns to run to her. he apologizes to kabru and tries to leave again. he isnt listening to what kabru is saying here because kabru was just revealed as a liar and because it doesnt really cohere (kabru is stuttering and speaking in broken sentences as he tries to explain about the dungeons power) and he needs to save marcille

he doesnt believe kabru wanted to be his friend, because who would? why would laios be special enough, loveable enough, to go through the pains kabru went through, just to be his friend? but when kabru makes the intensity of his desire known, laios promises to feed him again, at a proper restaurant --and again, food is care for laios, to feed someone is to love them. marcille is still his priority bc she is in real danger but he means what he says, he really does want to start over with kabru and be real friends with him

once we hit the resolution of the story, kabru near glues himself to laios, helping him and trying to cement himself as a right-hand man, and making known his intent to support laios no matter what. in the medieval manuscript style epilogue, kabru is one of two friends that stick by laios as he becomes king. both marcille and kabru become the people closest to him (besides falin of course), two friends who will always support him, always let him know when hes fucked up and theyre mad at him, two friends who he can rely on. laios did not have to accept kabru as an advisor, he did not have to ask him to stay with him. he did that because after everything, he trusts kabru now, and knows he can count on him

while laios doesnt give any big monologues about what he likes about kabru, its very clear he does, and we know what things laios values in other people. he appreciates kabrus social skills (very clear in the post canon comic in the adventurers bible), his intelligence, that kabru WANTS to be around him and understand him even though its difficult, his strength, and frankly he does appreciate his charm (three fucking panels straight of staring after him). laios really values people with specialized skillsets who are willing to tell him frankly what they think and advise him in areas he is weak in (something we see in his relationship with... i was gonna say namari but its everyone. he does this with everyone he likes. and in the resolution kabru does this CONSTANTLY he does not go a panel without giving laios his professional opinion on how to deal with people).

in conclusion: arent you hungry, kabru? let laios make something for you

[yaymiyas]

THE TALK

warning: yandere!isekai!crown prince, he is very mean in this, female reader

a/n: this is TECHNICALLY not a part two to the introduction but it sort of is….. it jumps from the conversation to the breakfast……..enjoy! ALSO ALSO ALSOOOOOOOO technically its female reader bc you got reincarnated blah blah

looking at the fragments of bacon he didnt want to eat, he let his fingers drum against the edge of the white plate. the fact that you, the daughter of a whore, lover to none, and nuisance to all, was right beside him made his food hard to swallow. the two of you sat in the dining room, and while he sat at the very end of the table with his back facing the door to the kitchen, your usual spot would be that of the opposite side. right across from him, back facing the entering door, but it seems after the poison didn’t hit quite deep enough in your veins, it did affect your brain because, for some reason, you thought it was brilliant to sit directly next to him. you weren’t as talkative as he would have thought of you, ever since you have learned of the activities he had decided to partake in, you started to demand his attention. at first, it didnt bother him much, since he himself started to believe that he was focusing solely on gracie that your suspicions were bound to grow, and grow they did.

for weeks, months, up until the poisoning you were all up on him. he was certain that you were attempting to skin him alive and wear him as a coat it was all mildly unpleasant but more irritating. saer never had a taste for you; rather, he actually hated you. to no one’s fault but his own fathers, he was forced to marry you out of pregnant promises. your father, sir tudor, wasn’t the poorest dope saer’s father has ever seen, but he was the loyalist. he worked on the gwynn estate, doing a multitude of things for the family, automatically gaining the trust of the duke and then the king himself. at the time, king gwynn was more fascinated with how a man with such little knowledge could become his most loyalist man, but that he did. following the pregnancy of both the queen and your mother, he decided that the best course of action was to marry his second unborn son off to the unborn daughter of a freeloader.

an icy shiver runs down saer’s back, forcing him to shake his shoulders and head. looking up from your half eaten plate, raising your head to the sudden movement. he was quiet the whole time, poking at the small slivers of bacon like they were the nastiest things on earth. you werent surprised that he wasnt talking; no, you were actually relieved. it wasn’t because he wasnt attractive or anything, he certainly does look like the main lead; its just the talk you had prior to the breakfast that was replaying in your head. cynthia and amanda didn’t give you much information, since, from the looks of it, they didn’t want to say too much. either their heads were on the line or yours were. you never thought about asking tily, even though she was the one that brought you down here. it just felt too weird knowing she was the one who weirdly had something against you. from your fading memories of ‘obsession falls’, you remember reading online forums and tweets about the whole thing. it seemed like the only real crime edina committed throughout the whole book was wanting her husband to love her. she did everything he had asked of her, from the way she talked to her style of clothing, even to what letters she can reply to. in olden standards, she seemed like the perfect obedient wife. this might have been your first mistake, but you didn’t read too much on saer or his backstory, so you never really understood the reasoning for his hatred of his wife, but you knew it was deep and it was boiling.

clearing your throat, you believed it was a better time than ever to clear the air and get to your point. you never understood why edina allowed things to get as deep as they were, but she was made just to be killed. it sucks that no matter what you do or say, saer will always hate you because you are edina.

“saer,”

“ae.”

that stupid nickname. shutting your eyes tightly and fighting back against any light to seep through, you sighed heavily. the whole time, saer had been watching you carefully. even though it was from the corner of his eyes, he was indeed trying to calculate your next moves. it was kind of silly that your sudden change in physical response is making him antsy, but how can anyone fault him? the last time the air-headed cunt decided to change the way she was reacting, gracie was suddenly engaged to alastair and smiling in his face about it. it was enraging. other than the fact that you were in his life to begin with, knowing that the reason he couldn’t slit the throat of his ex best friend was all because you decided to breathe. those two minutes were the longest two minutes of his life. he watched as your head dropped down on the table, making a very sudden and loud noise with it. saer had sternly told any and all servants to leave the two of you be if any loud, disruptive noises were heard. he even double checked that he sent your nosey maids, cynthia and amanda, home around that time. he knew that if they were present in the building, you weren’t going to eat that poison.

it was infuriating to watch them care about someone as lowly as you. not just them, anyone. reading gracie’s letters, asking how you’ve been and to see you before she even utters a word about him, was beyond hurtful. it felt as if his whole world was falling apart, all because you decided to have superpowers and not die. this was the only way to get back at you. he has tried strangling you. he has tried slaying you. each attempt was caught by either maid, cynthia, or amanda. it made him sick to see you get dotted on. seeing the frilly outfits they were making you wear, as if you were a porcelain doll not worth anybody’s touch. you were disgusting. a disgusting being that deserved to die. so why. why were you here? why were you looking at him like he had done something wrong. 

“enough with the causalities, i would like a divorce saer.”

[oceanwithouthermoon]

ive seen you say terusai is implied a lot but i dont remember ever seeing you explain why you think that

yeah now that you say it, i dont think ive ever gone into depth about it 😭 its really hard to put my thoughts into words because its sooo much, i started writing a long analysis recently on their relationship, why i believe they have feelings for each other, and why they would work but itll probably sit unfinished in my drafts for a while

for now, i'll give you a few of my most noteworthy thoughts...

the mixer scene has teruhashi unknowingly proving to saiki that her feelings are true, and he accepts that and stops trying to get her to stop pursuing him. i dont believe he ever actually makes any REAL effort to try to stop her from liking him ever again after this. he genuinely hadnt acknowledged her feelings as true or at least not as deep yet, which is why he thinks hes succeeding at getting her to move on until she proves that not only is she still thinking of him, but shes NOT thinking of a fake version of him... shes thinking of HIM... she genuinely enjoys his company even when hes doing nothing but sitting there (which is factually and obviously what he wouldve been doing in this situation, people deny that for some odd reason but like. thats what he does. with ANYONE. even his own family and everyone else who knows of his powers.) and wants him around... i think some part of him stopped because he felt guilty for not believing her feelings were true and trying to control her heart despite her genuine intentions, and another part of him was realizing that he doesnt WANT her to stop having feelings for him... otherwise, why would he drag the other guys away WHILE acknowledging that she wouldnt have gone with them anyway??? after inserting himself into a rock paper scissors game for who gets to be the one to be with her???? HELLO?

and the offu, although i dont believe it was a direct declaration of him being in love with her or whatever, has obvious canon romantic connotations... teruhashis determination is something saiki has admired about her since the very beginning, but it isnt until THIS moment that he thinks in depth about what that entails... she makes him realize all at once that she truly IS the type of person he admires most... and his "offu" is exactly what teruhashi needs, she would have a straight up epiphany if she knew about it, because he DIDNT gasp at how beautiful she is, or anything she forced herself to do, or when she forced herself to CHANGE, he ONLY gasped when she let herself embrace a part of herself that was REAL and TRUE, her unwavering dedication and pride.

THIS chapter is where they both have huge realizations about themselves and each other, and they both prove that theyre more than willing to meet in the middle for the other...

saiki lives his life forcing himself to blend into the background, not because he genuinely wants to but because hes afraid to be SEEN.

teruhashi lives her life forcing herself to be perfect and the center of attention, not because she genuinely enjoys it but because she believes she wont get the validation she feels she needs if she doesnt give everyone exactly what they want from her.

and yet, here saiki is, allowing himself to jump into the spotlight and be seen catching teruhashi out of nowhere and carrying her to the nurse. and here teruhashi is, allowing herself to be seen being imperfect, forgetting something, and not caring about her conversation with these men. FOR EACH OTHER. they both let themselves break down a wall because they care more about the other than about the fake selves they dedicate their entire lives to, THEIR GENUINE CARE FOR EACH OTHER GIVES THEM THE COURAGE TO DO THAT.

and this is probably the number one reason why i think their feelings for each other are implied... this alternate timeline is quite clearly one where saiki is more open with his friends, and he and teruhashi ARE DATING in this universe. theres absolutely no other explanation for the author writing that. he spelled out "IF SAIKI WERE MORE OPEN WITH HIS FRIENDS, HE WOULD BE DATING TERUHASHI"

the saiki of that timeline isnt exactly the same as the saiki we know of course, and their relationship will not develop in the same way, but theres clearly intention behind this and it wouldnt be written and called attention to if there was no significance, youd have to jump through hoops to deny that 😭

overall, i think they both have a lot of work to do on themselves before they can be in a relationship, but not only do i believe they WILL eventually get there but also that they both need each other on their personal journey to get to that point, or at least that they are and will continue to be important in the others journey there, and their romantic feelings for each other are so clear... these two are so important to one another...

[baocean]

piss off your parents

chapter twenty nine - max donahue and his perfect hair

her phone

the boneyard was loud, voices, music, fire popping in the middle of it all.

your head was buzzing, too warm, too full. max was talking to someone behind you, his hand resting lightly at your back, and you needed a drink more than you needed conversation.

you slipped away toward the beer table. half-melted ice, mismatched cans, that sticky party smell of smoke and sugar and sweat. you were reaching for the first thing you saw, when you heard an all too familiar voice.

“dude, just grab one and chill.” john b says, almost scolding, somewhere behind you.

you turned, and there he was, a half a step behind john b, hood low, eyes down- until he practically felt your precense, and looked up to lock eyes with you.

he looked exactly the same, messy hair, sleeves pushed up, like he’d just wandered out of some dream you couldn't stopped having.

you blinked up at him, startled. “...hey.”

that fake smile. that polite tone. like you two were strangers now.

and jj felt it, like a punch to the ribs. not the kind that knocks the air out of you, the kind that leaves it in your lungs just long enough to burn.

he hated that smile, hated that you was using it on him. he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to say. so he nodded, once, tight, careful.

“how are you?” you wanna hit yourself immediately after you ask it.

“peachy. you?” he asks, there’s not a sliver of emotion on his face.

you just nod, a small smile on your face. “friends?” you ask. there she was, little miss people pleasure, eager to subside any conflict. you hated her. you hated yourself.

he lets out a breathy scoff, then turns to john b like he doesn’t quite believe you just said that, then back at you, “sure, friends.” 

john b was glancing between the two of you like he was witnessing a horrific event.

you looked down, saw the hoodie jj let you wear once out by the firepit, then kept letting you wear everytime you slept over. it made you flinch.

his eyes didnt leave the spot where had been standing as you brushed by him after a quick goodbye, heading back towards good ol' max donahue and his stupid haircut and his patagonia zip ups.

he finally turned and watched as max threw his arm back around you, saying something that made you laugh. you’re back was turned to him and he was glad, because the look on his face was a dead giveaway of how he really felt about being friends with you, sad and tired eyes and a pout on his lips.

jj was ready to go home and lock himself in his room again, but as he turned back around, he caught the familiar long, blonde hair of your best friend, janey lowens.

his phone

max was nice and charming, funny and smart. all the characteristics of the perfect man you had cooked up when you were ten.

he opened doors for you, he smelled like expensive cologne and knew what he wanted to do with his life.

he met your parents and brought flowers and said all the right things to them. he was safe, predictable, good on paper.

except, he didnt laugh with his whole chest, like the world was ending and it didn’t matter.

he didn’t wear cut-off, thrift store tank tops that smelled like sweat and sun and cigarettes, didn’t grin like he knew exactly what kind of trouble he was.

he didn’t argue for fun, didn’t pull you into the ocean fully clothed just to hear you laugh, he didn’t steal things, lighters, glances, hearts. he didn’t touch you like it was instinct, didn’t kiss you like he needed to prove he was still alive.

he didn’t let you see the cracks. he didn’t need you in that quiet, desperate way, the way someone needs you more than they need oxygen.

you could love max. you could choose him, every single day. but you’d still look over your shoulder, still listen for the echo of a laugh that never played it safe, still miss the boy who left his name behind in places you could never get rid of.

and maybe it’s not fair to compare. maybe it’s not fair to keep seeing someone else’s ghost in a boy who’s so good to you.

you tried, you really tried to convince yourself that love didn’t have to be loud, that maybe quiet was good. but quiet started to feel like suffocating, like biting your tongue until it bled.

that's why you told max you couldnt continue this, that you'd hoped he'd understand why. and then you cried the entire way home.

her phone

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[loneworldgazer]

i’d really love a jjk x reader (you choose the character) where reader is running late to their wedding because of hair mishap/ traffic/ forgetting something and he starts freaking out because he thinks he’s being stood up (everyone with y/n has their phone on silent) but there’s a fluffy ending!

Wedding Jitters

pairing: gojo x reader x geto

a/n: im so stupid, i read this request wrong and thought the charecters were the one late and NOT Y/N, thank god i read the ask again before finishing it. also this was a very cute ask and megumi's at home training his dogs for fitness, i didnt have time to squeeze him in for the plot, ack!

i did not proof read properly (and whose fault is that)

tags: silly idiots, panic,, kissing details, slight angst to ultra fluff, panic, reader is gender neutral but they wear a veil

The banquet hall hums with slight chaos. Yaga who had his face full of tears, looking straight down to the floor that was conveniently interesting, wearing sunglasses to a wedding ceremony and Panda who was passing tissues to him, Inumaki holding the tissue packet and watching videos in his other hand and the Nitta siblings doing some final touches before more guests arrive.

"There's a lot of people here! Considering the fact that there is three people getting married to each other.."

Itadori mused, staying in the back and munching on a fruit tart he stole from a tray at the table behind him. Nobara was looking at the time and bit at her nails, fingers tapping against her soda pop almost frantically.

"Usually, my form of stress would be you but I can't believe being wedding organizers is even more frustrating!"

Itadori looked almost offended at his friend saying that however he bit back on his words, organizing had been hell compared to anything else for the two of them so he lets it slide by muttering into his fruit tart.

"It's just that I haven't seen Y/n-san since yesterday, shouldn't they be here early for makeup and photos and other stuff?"

Itadori reached for a small pudding, stuffing his face.

"I'm sure they're elsewhere to build the anticipation for Satoru and Suguru-sensei?" Nobara scratches her temple, it might be true or..not but she had bigger things to worry now that she and Itadori were called over to help. She just hope nothing goes wrong today.

In the waiting room, Satoru and Suguru looked calm and collected; it was expected coming from them. They faced many missions, curses and what not, this wedding should be a breeze. They smiled quite brightly, holding their hands together and thumb fighting in the waiting room. So many wedding attendants were putting some final touches on the event and applying some powder on their faces too.

However, Satoru's hand says otherwise.

"Satoru, you're wringing my hand like a wash cloth."

Satoru tries not to squirm when the make up artist patted at his face, it was unsaid but he was sweating like a motherfucker.

"Well, smartass, I can't help it when my sweetie pie hasn't responded to my texts yet!" The white haired man was awfully snippy with his hair down and face all dolled up, the other man can't take it seriously when his lover looked so good to eat. His lover was such a baby and he caresses his back, an attempt to soothe him.

"Hey, it's okay, look they haven't replied to me either from.. this morning.." Now he didn't know if he was comforting Satoru or himself anymore because the messages were not only delivered to you but you have not read them at all. That calmness he had sinking down.

Satoru sunk further into his seat like a princess whose pearls had been taken apart and stuffed ceremoniously into a box. "They didn't duped us, right? I'm insane but that's even crazier!"

Suguru covers his mouth, seeing the attendants look at them with confusion. The more Satoru speaks, he gets more weary that the wedding party might think they're catering to a bunch of nutjobs.

You had a reason, you definitely did. You were with Shoko and the others, surely you wouldn't up and leave them, he trusted you he did. The albino man's panic had made Suguru's heart crack a little. It's bad enough if you're late but the thought of you leaving them had filled his head with unnecessary agony he knew he shouldn't have thought about in the first place. Maybe, this is what wedding jitters were. Yes, he needed to ground himself.

He abruptly stood up, Satoru's arm still wrapped around him.

"I'll go ask Mei Mei, you stay here. Don't give the makeup artist a hard time."

The tiny wedding artist looked between the wailing man and the other who just left, scratching the back of her head.

Oh dear.

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Mei Mei was checking in on the attendants and party list, making sure everything was in place and up to a standard. With a bit of help from the Nitta siblings, they had spazzed up the venue with personal decorations that fit the tastes of the three lovers she was organizing for. Not only were they good at their jobs, they cut off a bit from the expenses the two men have to pay for. It's a win for them.

Amongst the camera crew she was speaking through, a familiar man had approached almost agitated.

"Mei Mei, have you seen Y/N?"

"Aha~ Isn't it bad to see your spouse before the wedding?" Her lips stretch into a cat like grin but giving him a once over, he looks ruffled up akin to a cat whose stepped on an electric wire. Though that rule may not apply since he was already sitting with one of his spouses in the wedding room and she fully turns to him.

"No, it's just.. they haven't replied to my texts and I got a little worried, have Shoko and the rest arrived?"

To soothe his worries, Mei Mei swiped at her lockscreen and dialed your number. The longer the call goes on with every try she did, it made Suguru paler than his makeup.

She couldn't help but laugh a little, pushing him back to the waiting room with the palm of her hand.

"It'll work out in the end, wedding boy. I can already hear them running in here," The door slowly closes on Suguru to which he wanted to protest but he swallowed up his worry.

"-any second now."

Satoru was behind his man, hugging and hiding in his chest. He was overdramatic but there was a slight tremour in his voice when he kisses Suguru's nape.

"You don't think..?"

"Yeah."

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If there wasn't the most unluckiest newlywed in the world, you took that title and wrung it around your neck. The others had repetitively asked if you were really sure if you should go last to the wedding venue. You had the idea of surprising them with some touching up to your own outfit and you didn't want them to see it since it was their combined high school work. It was worked into a veil and was hidden under the original veil so if you were to dramatically tossed it up in the air during the toast, your friends would see that phase in your life you kept so close to your heart.

It made you giddy and steadily pushing them out the house.

"Okay then don't unblock the two if we're gone, okay? You promised!"

Another element of surprise to your soon to be grooms is having them blocked the whole day until the wedding. It's a known fact on how much Satoru would spam your phone and it would be the same not without some messages from Suguru too. This was a long awaited, exciting event and you didn't want to spoil the grand celebration with too many eager messages in the groupchat.

Turning back to your mirror, you smiled at what a good job the make up artists did. Applying your favourite perfume, you went to the bathroom for a quick check up and to wipe down yourself a bit.

You were thrilled, you were ready to just jump into this whole wedding and your partners but you restrain yourself.

You carry your phone into the bathroom, trying to hold back from texting anybody who was blocked.

Then entails a small thing that hatches into another then another, starting with your phone falling into the toilet when you slipped a little. A scream wasn't ripped from your throat instead it was probably worse; fishing out your dirty phone that was busted, you felt panic rush to all parts of your body.

Satoru never bothered to install a house telephone even if he had the option too so you couldn't call for anybody and nobody was around to help. Running out the toilet, just the mere thought of your phone being busted made you forget about the taxi that was about to pick you up.

Just how many minutes had passed? Quickly slipping on your shoes, you ran out to find nobody, just the sound of heavy traffic and beeping and it overwhelmed you even more. There were so many things happening all at once. Hell, the exhilaration of the wedding didn't make you think about how busy a regular Tuesday would be. With a taxi nowhere to be found and no one around, you thought hard. What can you right now and what should you do?

Neighbours, Suguru always reminded you and Satoru that they were available if there's anything. Your other companion usually brushes it off and slid an arm around you that if you ever needed help, his big strong self was always here (except when he had the flu.)

Meekly, you knocked on the neighbour's door and was freaking out the more they didn't answer. It's also been a hot minute talking to them and it's just so embarrassing to eve reach out like this. The old neighbour opens, surprised that their neighbour was all dressed up with panic written on their face.

"I'm so sorry for bothering but can I borrow a phone? M-my phone broken and I have nobody around to seek help and it's.. it's-" You realised how your heart was beating so fast when the old lady with her heavy hand patted you, walking away with urgency to get her phone.

She sat you down, consoling you and wiping away at the tears pricking at your eyes.

After calling almost the entire friend group, Nanami finally picked up.

He was dead silent when you explained everything. He was looking out the window at the reception and there was just so much traffic, it would be the same near your home. Unknown to you, Shoko and the girls were also stuck in traffic so it was inevitable but he didn't mention that. It would create even more unnecessary dismay especially in the position that you're in.

"It's okay, we can just postpone the event. It's understandable to everybody in the hall."

"But the guests, they'll starve and it will-"

Nanami firmly reassures you. "Don't worry, there's refreshments and finger foods for the guests. It's all of your families after all, nothing can be done to traffic."

The doors to the front entrance opened to more guests arriving and his eyes narrow.

"Y/n? Y/n, are you there?" He gently calls out but to his horror, the old lady you mentioned had answered him instead.

"Oh god, young man. I'm sorry to say this but.. your friend is already running down the block."

Your shoes that were just pretty deco on your feet was lifted into your hands as you ran. It was stupid, insane even but the venue wasn't that far. You could look like today's idiot in the news and have people all around the city gawk at you and pull out their cameras to a newly wed dashing down the city streets but you didn't care.

There was so much done to impress both Satoru and Suguru's family even if Suguru's parents were on the tender side still being tardy to your own wedding was a fate worse than death.

If you dramatically put it similar to Satoru's philosophy when it comes to showing up early to group sleepovers.

Anyways, the wind rushed into your face and carried your tears and the veil over your head flow akin to a real life drama. Worry plagued your mind, your two sweethearts. They'll surely worry since you were super late. Trust is a big principle in polyamory but you were talking about this wedding, you saw how they tremble in enthusiasm yet jumpy with hidden perturbation.

Crying over your own foolishness can come to later, right now you had your own wedding to catch.

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Satoru breathed out a sigh. The time where he would walk down the aisle and you weren't here yet. His other friends weren't here although Mei Mei's attendants had talked in passing about the traffic jam, he just wasn't ready to do his big event without his friends around. It was a bummer for him to be upset about this and that's when the kind hand of Suguru wrapped around his hand and he grasps it.

A soft laugh although sad fell from Suguru's lips.

"You heard em', they're late."

He stare almost heart stricken at the black haired man and leaned into his hand when it held his face. Brows furrowing at the noise around him.

"I just want them here, is it so hard to ask?"

His fist collides with Suguru's shoulder, not in an aggressive way rather he was just angry at life and why it had to spoil his mood on such an important occasion. Suguru holds his fist, kissing it to his knuckles and his palm.

"They're not.. they won't do such a thing, Satoru. They'll surely come."

A wry smile appears on his face, wet eyes looking at the big doors they eventually had to go through.

Before they could turn back to the main hall, the men were taken aback by when a figure forcefully collides into them and sent them rolling onto the floor. They were about to speak up then they felt it, those familiar hands and body wrapped around theirs. The duo looked up to you who had so much tears rolling down your eyes and a hiccup to your sentence.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I made you all panic!"

Your sweet smelling perfume and shaking body drove them up a wall all of a sudden, your cute little face scrunched in worry nearly took them out too. They hugged you back and to Satoru's own surprise, he starts sobbing for real this time even if it looked like he looked constipated. He kisses you all over the face, wiping off your tears with his lips and Suguru wiped them away, tearing up a bit as he dives into your neck for comfort.

"You know how much Satoru panicked over you?" He sardonically starts with a dry chuckle, he was honestly just so grateful that you didn't ditched them. His sentence made the albino pop a vein and a hard fist ground down Suguru's head.

"Oho! Easy for you to say when you were running around like a deer in headlights, smart mouth!" Suguru's hands then shifted from your face to Satoru's ears, pulling hard on them which made the blue eyed man utterly appalled and he too removed his hands from you, pulling hard at Suguru's cheeks.

"You're making it sound like I wasn't the pathetic princess giving the rest of us a hard time!" They were about to tussle each other, cat style until you pulled them in for a kiss. You start with Suguru, fisting his collar and kissing him hard. You slipped your tongue in his mouth and tenderly rubbed his back and squeezing your other lover's hand. As you pulled away from a slightly dazed Suguru, Satoru immediately held your face and wiped away the rest of your tears and kissed you hungrily. The people passing by gasped at how the newly weds were brazenly making out with each other on the floor.

The wedding rule might be nonexistent at this point, marking this as a day to truly remember. It was never quiet or normal with the three of you together even on your wedding day.

Nobara had her jaw wide open, she can't believe she was seeing this just because she was showing Itadori where the restroom was. Itadori watched almost entranced, his curiousity sated.

"Wow, so that's how a threesome happens!"

A quick jab to the back of his head made him stop talking.

[sirxlla]

Grand Gestures

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Warnings: It's so fluffy Im gonna die.

Prompt: Being friends with Tim but you two act like a couple and realizing theres deeper feelings (request @nesting-dreams )

Notes: female reader, italics are actions and thoughts.

-With that said it's all under the cut-

Bruce requested that all of the Batboys take at least one night off a week, minimum. Naturally, Tim used his time off to spend time with you and play video games. Just domestic time that most would see as trivial. Tim always loved how you two enjoyed simple time together and how you both wanted to do things for eachother, it came naturally for you both. The both of you just got done with dinner about 10 minutes ago so you did dishes so he didnt have to later.

Afterwards, you laid on the couch and he lifted his arms for you so you could lay your head in his lap.

"Just let me finish this level and we can watch a movie or something, okay?"

"I don't mind, I like watching you play, Bubby." You reassured him as you nuzzled into his lap and watched him play his game, his arm rested on his head and the controller rested on his other thigh so you can see.

"Oh, My-" The both of you got scared and jumped at the same time which had prompted him to accidentally hit you in the nose with the controller, obviously you groaned.

"Holy- Are you okay?" Tim asks before looking down at you to check your nose, just a small bruise was forming there. He lowered his head to get a better look, he mouth so close to yours.

"Tim...I'm...I'm okay..." Your eyes finding his as his warm breath wafts across your face. His gaze flicks between your lips and your eyes. He pulls back as he notices how close he is, your lips almost try to chase his.

"I'm so sorry for...um...for hitting you." He tries to distract his thoughts, the last thing he'd wanna do is ruin your friendship by assuming this was more. He'd rather have you here than not have you at all by scaring you off.

"Tim, I- Can I- I...What is this?" You stammer out, you're just as worried as Tim it seems.

"We can be friends or like I mean if you wanted we could- I mean." Tim responded just as in shambles as you.

"I love you." You blurted out on accident which prompted two sets of red cheeks between the both of you.

"You love me?" His eyes lit up as he realized what you said. You nodded trying to realize that your best friend truly did love you and you him. You nuzzled your nose with his, the pain from the bump had faded. "She loves me" his brain repeated over and over as a bright smile filled his face but neither of you said more that night, you two didn't wanna push it or ruin the moment.

You worked at the local library and Tim often found himself "needing" books to research. Of course he could just use the BatComputer but that meant he cant see you, he brought you in some lunch from your favorite restaurant.

He bounced around the library for quite a while looking for different books and things that he needed. You watched him, he was sneaky about whatever he was doing but you just laughed and shrugged it off.

"What are you hiding from me, Drake?" You asked him as he went to your coworker to check out and not you like he normally did.

"N- N- Nothing! I promise." Tim stammered the words out with a blush.

"Alright, If you say so." God, he was so cute it was hard not to smile or believe him.

"You wanna know what he checked out?" Your coworker asks.

"No, he'll tell me if it's important."

"Come over to the manor, please? I need your help." He texted you later that evening.

"Everything alright?" Worry shot through you as you responded to his text.

"It's all good, just...please?" He repeated himself in another text.

"Okay, I'm omw. See you then."

When you arrived at the manor Tim moved over to your driver's side door and opened it all gentleman like and helped you out of the car.

"If- Um...If you don't love me like I love you then just consider this a nice dinner but if you do then can we consider it a date?" He asked/stated nervously.

"Is that why you're dressed all nice, Bubby?" You heart was swelling. Tim had gone through so much effort, his expression made that obvious.

"Yeah, I- Oh, god..." He was starting to think this was a bad idea and you could tell.

"Well, I'd be honored to have it be our first date." You smiled and gently used your hand to guide chin so his eyes looked back up into yours.

"I read like a whole bunch of romance novels and they said the most romantic area for a date was usually a gazebo so I fixed the one in the yard up and I got light and everything. For dinner I had Alfred show me how to cook a- and I wanted to do all the work and have it dont by me and I found that song that we both liked when we both first met and-"

He kept rambling and cutting himself off, it was honestly one of- scratch that it is the sweetest thing a man has ever done for you. Tim clearly was nervous and rambly still so you cut him off, grabbing his face and kissing him deeply.

"You could get me a cardboard shitty pizza and I would think it was the best, Tim. This is just- Oh, god..." Tears fell into your eyes and he started to go into panic mode.

"Oh, god was it too much? I-" He watched you tear up before you hugged him and his worry vanished again.

"Oh...Happy tears?" He asked as you burried your face in his neck.

"It literally wasn't super hard to do and I just want you to be happy all the time." He rubbed your back.

"You're my everything, Sweetheart."

"I can't be your everything cause your my everything." You were sniffling before he sat you down and ran off to go get dinner.

"Stay here, I promise. It'll be perfect."

He came back with a tray of food assisted by his very clearly proud oldest brother. Dick was obviously proud but he wasnt gonna butt in and ruin his litter brother's big gesture.

They both placed the trays down and what was it but pie. Your brows furrowed for a second as you thought but then it hit you.

When you met him for the first time, you went on this whole long expedition of a conversation about pie at Pauli's diner.

"You- you remembered." You looked up at him.

"It's easy to remember when the cute stranger next to you goes on a tirade about pie." He laughs as he gazes into your eyes and the way the fairy lights bounce off of them.

"I knew from that moment I wanted you in my life in any way possible. You made me feel safe in the way you talked about whatever. It's...It's something I wish I was so confident to do with a stranger."

"Well, for one I didnt know you were Bruce Wayne's son and I figure most of the time, you'll never see specific people again so if you mess it up it's okay cause the likelyhood you see them again is slim but if they think you're cool then you just made a friend." You take a bite out of the pie and it's amazing, you eyes widen.

"That level of optimism is refreshing in such a place like Gotham. Its one of the things I love about yo-" He sees your reaction.

"Oh, God. Dont hate it." He thinks to himself.

"No way you made that yourself! Holy- Wow! That's...thats phenomenal." You praised and yet again his anxiety was curbed, you did it so naturally without noticing it. He hoped he could give you everything you give him and return it back by a tenfold. He was down bad and the happiest man Gotham right now with the best woman in the city- scratch that...the world.

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[yanyandam]

hey it's me again! i hope you're having a great day. im so thankful for the last time youve granted my request (bonten comforting) i felt energized after reading that! that scenarios would be my go to read whenever im feeling exhausted. thank you sm! last time i commented under your haitani bros bf hcs that i love how you characterize those two, esp. rindou-it was written beautifully. so i was thinking if i can request a short fic of rindou (final timeline toman!rindou) where he's a tsundere or in denial of his feelings to a girl who obviously likes him. the girl would do silly things to make rindou notice her but he's just 'nah' outside but panicking inside hehe. and one day the girl thought that rindou didnt like her so she'd just stop but toman or ran will help her to make rindou admit his feelings. (im so sorry that this is long, and i hope i dont sound so demanding. you can always take your time and thank you if you ever granted my request <3 i love reading your works, it makes me forget about bad things. take care always!)

YOYO im so glad u enjoyed the hcs! Ty for the support and sorreyy for the long wait: here, did my best, hope it fits your expercations and sorry for not really insisting on the 'toman' aspect lmaoo

SCARFACE - Rindou Haitani

It was during a party, because that’s where most stories with Rindou Haitani began.

The bass was heavy, pulsing low through the floorboards like a second heartbeat. The room swam in dim neon light and perfume. Rindou leaned against a wall, fingers loose around a half-empty glass, the edge of a smirk playing on his lips. His thoughts were fuzzy, blurred by alcohol and smoke and the thick buzz of a room full of strangers pretending to love each other. That’s when she showed up. She stopped right in front of him, eyes flicking up and down like she was sizing up a painting she didn’t quite like.

"Funny haircut," she said casually, sipping from her glass.

Rindou’s brows drew together despite the haze in his head. “You got a problem?”

She shrugged. “Didn’t say bad. I said funny. There’s a difference.”

He tilted his head, the corner of his lip twitching in amusement, or maybe confusion. “Same thing if you squint.”

“Only if you’re insecure,” she shot back, deadpan.

For a second, Rindou didn’t reply. His brain tried to do the math: comeback? flirt? threat? But all it managed was: pretty girl, sharp tongue. “What’s your deal?” he muttered, standing a little straighter, suddenly more awake.

“Just passing through,” she said, her eyes already drifting past him like he was background noise. “You?”

Rindou decided to turn up the charm. Or at least, what he thought was charm when the room was spinning. He ran a hand through his hair and gave his best lazy smirk. “I’m kinda in the music scene,” he said, stretching the truth like it was gum.

Her eyes narrowed, unimpressed. “You look more like a delinquent.”

He raised a brow, more amused than offended. “One doesn’t cancel out the other.”

“Sure,” she said, tone flat. “And I’m a ballerina-neurosurgeon.”

He chuckled, despite himself. “Alright, alright. Don’t believe me, then. Want proof?”

She blinked once, slow. “Actually, no. I was just killing time.” Then she glanced at her phone and gave a short nod to no one in particular. “My friends are getting bored. We’re ditching.”

Rindou straightened, a flicker of something restless in his chest. “Wait—at least give me your number.”

She tilted her head like she was thinking. Then smiled. A little too sweet.  

And just like that, she turned on her heel and disappeared into the crowd, hips swaying to a beat that had nothing to do with the music. Rindou stood there for a long moment, drink still in hand, the lights too bright now and the noise suddenly irritating. He wasn’t used to being left hanging. Not like this. He didn’t even know her name. And that annoyed him more than it should’ve. “She was cute though…” he muttered, running a hand down his face. “What the fuck just happened?” He didn’t get it.

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He spotted her just as he was about to step out of the building where the Toman meeting had just ended. There, across the street like it was nothing, her. The girl from the party. The one who had casually shut him down, drink in hand, attitude sharp as a blade. Her.

Rindou froze for a second. She was standing there, scrolling through her phone with big headphones slung around her neck, her brows slightly furrowed. And, yeah, she looked even better in the daylight. That was definitely a problem.

Behind him, Ran was rambling. “Seriously, Mikey’s so damn annoying—he’s like the size of my thumb and still acts like—”

“Hold up, bro. I gotta handle something,” Rindou cut in, already heading down the sidewalk.

Ran blinked. “Man, short dudes really get bold sometimes.”

Rindou ignored him. He shoved his hands in his pockets and crossed the street like it was no big deal, trying to keep his face neutral while his mind spun. What the hell am I gonna say? She looks even better in the afternoon. Maybe I should act like this is some random coincidence? Play the bad boy. Cool. Distant.  He stopped a few feet away from her. She still hadn’t noticed him. Okay. Just play it cool. Let her come to you.

“Do you always hang out around here, or is the universe just messing with me?” he said, voice casual but pointed.

She looked up, surprised at first. Then that familiar smirk spread slowly across her lips. “Oh hey. The guy with the ‘funny but not ugly’ haircut.”

He rolled his eyes like he was already tired of her. “See, I figured I’d give you another chance to give me your number. I’m generous like that.”

She laughed, genuinely, brightly. “Did you practice that line while crossing the street?”

“…No.” (Yes.)

She stepped a little closer, her eyes locked on his. “You know, Rindou…yeah, that’s your name, right? You’ve got a weird way of flirting. You act all uninterested, but I can see it in your eyes. You’re clearly thrown off by–”

“You look like a side character.”

“And you look like the villain everyone falls for in season two.”

“I’m not a fucking drama character.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You kinda are. But in a charming, ‘he’ll break your heart but he’s got reasons’ way.”

“Stop talking bullshit,” he muttered, but he didn’t walk away. If anything, he was leaning in closer.

She leaned her back against the wall and gave him a soft, playful smile. “So if I offered to buy you a drink, would you run away? Or admit you’ve been hoping I’d ask since the moment you saw me?”

He clicked his tongue, ran a hand through his hair. “If you’re that desperate.”

She laughed again, pulling off her headphones and taking a step closer. “Perfect. Because I am.”

And Rindou, the “bad boy” who swore he wasn’t phased by anyone, felt something warm and stupid flicker right beneath his ribs. That crooked little smile of hers. Yeah. He was already in trouble.

They ended up at a dim little bar tucked into the back of a narrow alley, the kind of place that didn’t ask for IDs and had its own brand of dusty charm. Rindou had chosen it on impulse. Or maybe out of habit. It wasn’t exactly romantic, but the lighting was low, and the music was mellow, and she looked good under the flicker of neon. Too good.

They sat across from each other in a small booth, one cracked vinyl seat between them and a table that smelled faintly of cheap rum and something citrusy. He sipped his drink slowly and she raised an eyebrow the moment he did. “Oh? Drinking again already?” she teased, swirling her own drink. “You sure you’re not trying to impress me?”

Rindou shot her a flat look. “You think I need alcohol to deal with you?”

She grinned. “No. I think you need it to survive your own awkwardness.”

Still, his fingers tightened a little around the glass. He didn’t like how she saw through him so easily. Most people didn’t. Most people saw the cold stare, the tattoos, the sharp lines and stayed away. But she walked in like she owned the inside of his head. “I’m just saying,” she continued, sipping her drink with a mischievous glint in her eye, “you act so tough, but here you are: coming to a bar with a girl you barely know. What’s next, Rindou? Candlelight dinners? Long walks in the rain?”

He scoffed, glancing away to hide the fact that she’d gotten to him. Again. “You’re doing a lot of talking for someone who doesn’t even know what I like.”

“Well then, enlighten me,” she leaned forward, elbows on the table, chin propped in her palm. “What does the mysterious Rindou Haitani like? Besides judging people and brooding.”

“I don’t brood,” he said too quickly.

She smiled wide. “You literally just sighed into your drink like a washed-up poet.”

He took another sip. He needed it. Meanwhile, her smile faded a little, just for a second. She watched him with quieter eyes now, thoughtful ones. The teasing was still there, but buried under something else, something like doubt. Or curiosity. Maybe even exhaustion. Was she really this desperate?

The thought hit her in the silence that followed. He was cute, sure. Dangerous in that detached, probably-bad-for-you way. But she barely knew him. She didn’t know if he was just messing around, or if this was some twisted game he was playing. Hell, maybe she was the one playing herself. Falling too fast, too easily. Again. “I’m not that complicated,” she said, a little softer this time, eyes drifting to her glass. “But you… I can’t tell what you want.”

Rindou looked at her, really looked. His eyes narrowed, his mind already spiraling again. What do you want? he thought. What are you playing at? You flirt like it’s a language, but what are you really saying? He imagined breaking into her head and rummaging through it like a library of answers. Pulling out the books and reading every chapter. Not to expose her, but just to understand.

Because right now? He didn’t. And he hated that. “You don’t need to know what I want,” he muttered.

She blinked. “That’s convenient.”

He leaned back, his expression unreadable. “Some things are better when you figure them out slowly.”

She raised an eyebrow, considering. “You say that like you’re not the most impatient person I’ve ever met.”

He looked down at his glass, then back at her. “Only when it’s worth it.” There was a pause. Then she laughed, quiet and uncertain. “Well damn… that almost sounded romantic.”

“It wasn’t.”

“Sure it wasn’t.”

And yet neither of them looked away.

She twirled her straw between her fingers, then looked up at him again with that same crooked smile, half amusement, half resignation. "You didn’t even ask for my name, you know."

Rindou blinked. "Huh?"

She tilted her head, voice lilting. “We’ve met twice now. You brought me here. You’re drinking in front of me. But you still don’t know who I am.”

“…That’s not true.”

“Oh yeah? What’s my name then?”

Rindou hesitated for just a second too long, and it made her grin grow sharp. “Exactly,” she said, standing up, brushing nonexistent lint from her skirt. The scraping of the chair on the floor felt louder than the music for a moment. She leaned slightly forward, close enough for him to catch a trace of whatever perfume she’d worn, it wasn’t sweet, but strange and warm, like spice and mystery.

"It’s (name)," she said, voice steady, like she was signing a forgotten letter. “Since you clearly weren’t planning on asking.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing coherent came out. She was already slipping on her jacket. “Fine, gotta go,” she said, just like she had at the party. No explanation. No glance back.

And just like that, she was gone. Rindou sat frozen for a second, his drink halfway to his mouth, hand paused mid-motion. The words still hung in the air. 

It hit different now, knowing it. She was just outside the bar now, sitting alone on a low brick wall, scrolling through her phone, head tilted slightly down. Her face was lit up by the bluish glow of the screen, expression unreadable.

She didn’t seem upset. Just distant. Calm. A quiet that made Rindou feel weirdly loud inside. And maybe that’s what scared him the most, how she always slipped away before he even realized she was going. How she knew how to vanish even while sitting in plain sight.

He watched her from behind the glass for a second, completely still. Then he muttered to himself. “Fuck.” Because he didn’t want her to go. But she already had.

–

Rindou had always won because he had to. Lived like he could die any second. Spent money like it rained from the sky. But love? He never lived that like it rained. And lately, it had been nothing but drought. Bone-dry desert, with not a single damn cloud in sight.

The last time he saw her, it was at that tiny record store with the cracked windows and faded posters of bands half the city had forgotten. He hadn’t planned on being there. Walked in just to kill time.  But then she was there, standing by the jazz section like she owned the damn place. She didn’t notice him at first. She was flipping through vinyls, head tilted, lips moving ever so slightly as she read the back covers like a prayer. That weird habit of hers. Like music spoke to her in ways people couldn’t. Then she looked up. “Rindou?” she asked, surprised, as if she were seeing a ghost.

He raised his chin slightly, playing cool. “Yo.”

She blinked, then smiled lightly. “Still into sad trap beats and aggressive techno?”

He scoffed. “That what you think of me?”

She turned toward another crate, casually digging through it. “No. I think you like…this..!”

He froze. She didn’t look at him when she said it. She just pulled out A record, held it up, then handed it to him. The cover was soft and nostalgic, hazy pastels and melancholy. It was too accurate. Way too accurate. He took it without saying a word.

“Thought so,” she said quietly.

He tossed the vinyl into his other hand. “It’s alright.”

“You’re lying.”

He gave a half-shrug, the one that was supposed to say whatever, but in his chest something cracked a little. She looked at him now, really looked, eyebrows drawing together. “You always do that.”

“Do what?”

“Act like nothing touches you. Like nothing matters.” Her voice was low now, not angry, but not soft either. “Even when I know you’re… burning inside.”

Rindou’s jaw flexed. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Her eyes dropped for a second, then she put her hands in the pockets of her oversized coat. “You’re right,” she said. “I probably don’t.”

He didn’t know what to say to that.

“Anyway,” she added, backing away now, eyes dimmer than before, “guess it was a mistake to think I did.”

“Hey—”

But she was already near the door. “You can keep the record,” she said, not turning around.

And then she was gone. Just like every time before. Only this time, it hurt more. Because she got it right. And he still let her walk away.

She walked fast, hands buried in her coat pockets, the record store already behind her like a bad memory. Her heart was still pounding, though she couldn’t tell if it was from frustration or… something else entirely.

Then— "Well, well, well..." (oh this was corny)

She froze mid-step.

Ran Haitani. Leaning against a lamppost like it was placed there just for him, one brow cocked, his smirk as polished as his rings. “Didn’t expect to see you walking out of that sad little vinyl graveyard.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Do you just materialize out of nowhere to be annoying?”

Ran tilted his head with that same easy, lazy elegance. “Only when the universe tells me something interesting’s going on.”

She huffed and kept walking, but of course, he walked beside her like they were co-stars in some old noir film.

“Second time I catch you with my little brother,” he said, tone laced with amusement. “You sure you’re not trying to get into the Haitani family?”

She stopped and glared. “Excuse me?”

Ran smiled wider, then casually reached into his coat for a lollipop and unwrapped it, popping it into his mouth like this was a stroll through the park and not her real life unraveling. “Relax. Just pointing out patterns. First the party, now the record shop. That’s not nothing.”

“That’s a coincidence.”

“Mmhm.” He sucked the lollipop thoughtfully, then leaned in slightly. “Rindou’s a tough shell to crack, I’ll give you that. But you know what his problem is?”

She crossed her arms. “Please. Enlighten me.”

Ran leaned back, tapping the candy against his teeth. “He doesn’t know what to do with someone who’s real. He gets scared. So he acts like he doesn’t care until he’s drowning in it.”

She paused. That hit too close.

“Wanna know how to get to him?” he asked, eyes gleaming.

“No,” she said flatly. “Not if it’s coming from you.”

He chuckled. “Too late. You want Rindou to show up? Stop showing up.”

She blinked. “What?”

“Pull back. Go ghost. Give him that beautiful silence that drives a man nuts. Nothing spooks him like realizing he actually misses someone.”

She stared at him, unconvinced. “That’s manipulative.”

Ran shrugged with a grin. “That’s men.”

“I’m not playing games.”

“Then you’ll lose.”

She rolled her eyes and turned to walk away again, and he called after her: “Or… you can just keep doing what you’re doing. Look pissed, walk fast, leave him guessing. That also works.”

She didn’t answer. Just kept walking, her steps a little heavier this time.

Ran watched her go, twirling the now-finished lollipop stick between his fingers, muttering to himself with a smirk: “Rindou, you idiot. She’s gonna eat you alive.” And deep down, he kind of hoped she would.

—

The rooftop of the Haitani apartment complex smelled like rusted metal and faint cigarette smoke. Rindou leaned against the railing, hoodie pulled over his head, staring blankly at the skyline. The sun was setting behind Tokyo’s buildings, all gold and fire, but he wasn’t seeing any of it. Ran pushed open the door with his usual dramatic flair, holding beer. He tossed one at Rindou, who caught it with barely a glance.

“Y’been brooding here for an hour. Not even checking your phone,” Ran said, cracking open his can and taking a sip. “Should I call the cops or just assume heartbreak?”

Rindou rolled his eyes. “Don’t start.”

Ran took a seat on the ledge like it was a damn throne, legs crossed, smugness oozing. “So. The girl.”

“No girl,” Rindou muttered, eyes fixed on the horizon.

“Liar.”

Rindou stayed quiet. That was his thing. Silence. Indifference. Ice. But Ran could read the cracks better than anyone. The way his jaw clenched. The way his fingers twitched like he wanted to hit or hold something, maybe both. “I saw her earlier,” Ran said casually. “Looked real mad. Pretty as hell though. That angry beauty type. Dangerous.” Rindou didn’t react. But his shoulders stiffened. That was enough.

Ran smirked. “You let her walk away again, huh?” Still no answer.

“Damn,” he continued, “y'know, for someone who used to throw hands at guys twice your size, you're weirdly afraid of a girl who flirts better than you do.”

“I’m not afraid of her,” Rindou snapped.

“Then why you act like she’s holding a bomb every time she talks to you?”

Rindou turned his head slowly. “Because she is.”

Ran blinked.

“She’s got this… thing. I dunno,” Rindou muttered, eyes darting away. “It’s like, when she looks at me, I don’t know if she wants to kiss me or kill me. She talks like everything’s a game, like she’s just passing through and I’m some random side quest.” He looked down at the can in his hand, shaking it slightly. “And when she walks away, it’s like—fuck, I feel like I got sucker-punched.”

Ran let out a low whistle. “So, you do like her.”

Rindou glared. “I didn’t say that.”

“You just described heartbreak poetry like you’re in a shojo manga, bro.” A pause.

“Shut up,” Rindou muttered, but there was no heat behind it.

Ran grinned. “Well, damn. The Ice Prince has fallen.” Oh damn Ran what are those lines.

Rindou let out a bitter laugh. “I can’t do anything right. When I talk to her, I feel like I’m trying to solve a riddle I wasn’t meant to get.”

Ran shrugged. “That’s how you know it’s real. If it was easy, you’d be bored already.” Another long pause. Rindou cracked open his can, took a sip, then murmured:

“…I think I’m in love with her.”

Ran stood up, brushing off his pants. “Took you long enough.”

And as he turned to go back downstairs, he added with a smirk, “Now grow a pair and tell her before she finds a guy with a working vocabulary and balls.”

Rindou didn’t respond. But for the first time that day, he smiled.

—

It was outside the same damn record store.

Rindou wasn’t even sure if it was fate or masochism at this point, but she was there again, leaning against the wall, earbuds in, arms crossed, that face like she was plotting a revolution in silence. Her foot tapped slightly to whatever beat she was listening to. She looked mad.

No, she was mad. At him.

Rindou stood frozen across the street for a second, the bouquet sweating in his palm through the plastic. It wasn’t even that nice of a bouquet. Last minute. He asked the lady at the stall what looked “apologetic but not pathetic.” She’d laughed and handed him this mix of lilacs, carnations, and eucalyptus. Said it smelled like honesty. Whatever that meant. He walked over, slow and casual like his heart wasn’t doing parkour in his chest. She looked up as he approached, then rolled her eyes.

“Well, if it isn’t Tokyo’s favorite emotionally unavailable delinquent.”

He flinched. “Yo.”

She yanked one earbud out. “What? You here to ignore me in person again?”

“Look—”

“Nah, actually, don’t start. I’ve had a long week and I don’t wanna hear another cryptic ‘I dunno’ or see you vanish like Houdini after dropping one word replies.”

“I brought you something.”

That shut her up. Rindou held out the bouquet like it might explode. “Here.”

She stared. “What is this?”

“…Flowers?”

“No shit.” She blinked, arms still crossed. “For?”

“You.” His voice cracked slightly. He cleared his throat. “Obviously.”

She didn’t take them right away. Just narrowed her eyes.

“You owe someone an apology?”

“No, I—” He exhaled hard. His hand was still extended and this was starting to feel really fucking dumb. “I like you, alright?”

Silence.

“I don’t know how to do the smooth shit,” he continued, voice gaining momentum like a train about to derail. “You piss me off and confuse me and I think about you when I’m trying not to. And I tried ignoring it but I can’t. You’re in my head all the damn time. And I get it if you don’t feel the same, I probably ruined everything already—”

She plucked the flowers from his hands.

He stopped. She held them up, sniffed them slightly, then looked at him like he was a glitch in the matrix. “You said you liked me?”

He scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah.”

“…You realize I’ve been flirting with you for weeks, right?”

“I thought that was just your personality,” he mumbled.

She burst out laughing. Loud, unexpected. “Haitani, you are the dumbest romantic I’ve ever met.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets, face redder than he’d like to admit. “So… that’s not a no?”

She stepped a little closer, flowers still in hand. “It’s not a no.”

Then, with a sly grin:

“But you owe me a real date. And an explanation why it took a whole brother-shaped intervention to get here.”

Rindou blinked. “Wait. You talked to Ran?”

She shrugged. “Didn’t need to. His smug face said it all.”

He had managed to get inside her brain without fright. And for the first time in a long while, Rindou laughed, too. Awkward. Rough around the edges.

But honest.

Just like the flowers.

[ldrfanatic]

the madman's mind

mattheo riddle x Ravenclaw!fem!reader this is my first time writing for mattheo... I will get back to my husband theo soon though I just came up with this idea and it didnt seem very theo fitting

bullshitting (v.) - when someone has no fucking clue what they are talking about, yet insists on trying to get others to believe him/her.

"Want to hear some random facts about mice?" + "You're such a liar!"

my bookcase slytherin boys masterpost

Talking out of one's ass is a unique skill. One that Mattheo Riddle had been honing since... well since forever. Sometimes it proved to be rather difficult especially when considering that Mattheo didn't actually have lips on his rear. Probably.

Nonetheless, he really was quite proud of his ability to talk about absolutely nothing in long winded and intricate-sounding sentences. So much so that he often found himself able to convince even a few Ravenclaws of "facts" that he'd come up with on the spot. Well, there was one Ravenclaw that he'd never quite managed to fool.

Y/n was everything Mattheo shouldn't like in a girl. She was rude, judgmental, and far too stiff for her age.

And yet, she was all that he could think about.

How could he like someone who was determined to make him look like an idiot in front of the entire student body? And how could a girl possibly look so beautiful while doing so? Honestly, more than anything, it confused him.

A snapping sound pulled Mattheo back to reality. You were in front of him, right hand on a bumped out hip, and left snapping in front of his face. He tried to force a sneer onto his face, but the way that the sun setting over the courtyard bathed you in such a perfect light made it hard for him to bullshit even himself.

"Are you even listening to me Riddle?"

No.

When you started to turn away, Mattheo knew he had to do something to keep your attention on him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a scraggly looking mouse run over the cobble.

"Do you want to hear a fact about mice?"

When you stopped but didn't say anything, he took that as a cue to continue.

Shit. Shit. Now he had to make something up on the fly. But you'd turned to look at him with those eyes of yours again. Every thought he'd ever had crawled out through his ear and he swears he heard parts of his brain splattering on the ground next to his feet.

"They... mate for life?"

Immediately, your beautiful eyes rolled so far back Mattheo thought you'd passed out from his stupidity.

"You're such a liar!" But your bite wasn't in it. All the animosity that your voice usually held was choked behind the giggles that escaped in between your words. Then and there, Mattheo decided that he would gladly be the world's biggest idiot if it meant you'd keep laughing like that. If you'd keep looking at him like that.

Fuck, he was in deep.

[love-me-satoru]

I Wish I was There..

Pairing: Hiromi Higuruma x fem reader.

Warnings: jjk ua, ANGST ANGST ANGST!, heartbreaking, lost of a loved one, broken promises. Tw: implied self harm..

Summary: You promised him the world but when something unfortunate happens everything fell apart.

a/n: IM SORRY! i havent wrote anything in months.. IM also sorry for my first post back its an angsty ass post. But once again! Thank you for all your support

It’s been a few years since you’ve met Hiromi. You both hit it off quite well. After being introduced by Nanami Kento your best friend, you and Hiromi had gotten quite close. After talking for a few months Hiromi finally got the courage to ask you out, and every since that day you two have been inseparable. He always known you were the one. He knew you were the one he wanted to wake up next to every morning. But with the way the jujustu world is, you were always scared to move to the next step in your relationship. But Hiromi didn’t care about all of that, as along as you were with him, he promised to protect you and you did with him. Until he couldn’t protect you anymore. He couldn’t believe what you did. It honestly wasn’t your fault.

But he will always blame himself. He always tried to cut back his hours, to be home more with you. But the more he was gone the more missions you took on. The phone call from Nanami was enough to know what happened, his voice quiet, broken was enough to shatter Hiromi's heart.

"I'm sorry Hiromi. Shoko tried everything she could. But she didnt make it."

Hiromi's quiet, tears threating to fall down his cheeks. The call quiet, next thing he knows hes at Jujuitsu Tech, phone still pressed against his face Nanami hung up as soon as he realised he was on his way. Nanami waiting in the hallway his hand ran down his face wiping his own tears.

"Where is she.." Hiromi's voice broken.

Nanami walks to the door hand on the doorknob. Stopping in front of the door. His eyes finally meets Hiromi's.

"Listen. Before we go in here, this is NOT your fault. We both know what was going on inside her head." Hiromi scoffs slightly.

" No matter what.. it will always feel like my fault Nanami. I wish i was there more.." Nanami's hand stops on Hiromi's shoulder.

"Don't blame yourself Hiromi. It was not your fault."

Hiromi pushes Nanami out of the way and opens the door your lifeless body there on that table.. He can still see the dried tears on your cheek. He can't even tell that you weren't alive anymore. But you looked so peaceful.. Shoko's standing there tears falling down her cheeks as well. Hiromi's hovering over you. Tears full on drowning his face. His hand immediately grabbed yours. Still warm..

"I'm so.. sorry my love.. I wish i was there for you.. I wish i made you my top priority... If i were to ever get this chance again.. I will never take you for granted again.." Hiromi said through broken sobs.

[artsyannierose]

Do you think Sonic hugging Amy back is something that developed or was done randomly? He isn't always a fan of hugs, but what do you think?

HI ANON THANKS FOR THE ASK!!

i know a lot of people think sonic has always liked amy but was just shy about it…me personally though? I kinda think that initially he was like, confused and didnt really dwell upon it

like classic sonic saved amy cause he’s a good kid he wasn’t just gonna leave her there

but then he sprinted away

“ok she’s safe…she hugs me too tight ima leave now”

likely that he was grossed out by the thought of girls romantically and wasn’t fond of getting glomped every time she showed up (it literally activates his fight or flight response its so funny 😭)

but then time went on and amy found more and more responsibilities and obligations and other non-sonic-related things that she was pretty darn busy yet was also included in more of sonic’s adventures (i’d say starting after generations?) so she kind of got used to having him around and vice versa. So she kinda started hugging him less cause she saw him so often it’s not like she could hug him every living breathing second.

For Sonic’s part, he’s never really been one for hugs, unless there’s some seriously dire circumstances (e.g. leaving Chris, reuniting with Amy, finally getting rid of the metal virus)

and in the games he like, never hugs anyone, so the fact that he hugged her back in frontiers was quite epochal considering the direction of their relationship in the idw comics

actually you know this is a trend common in most iterations of sonic (though movie sonic does like hugs):

despite prime sonic being quite the hugger, he still didn’t really hug people back when they hugged him:

he just kinda lets things happen but doesn’t particularly instigate them himself

so personally, I think that since Amy kind of toned down her affections, Sonic realized how habituated he had gotten to her attention. This is especially evident in Sonic unleashed when he showed little to no reaction to her hugging his werehog form

yet crashed out HARD when she didn’t recognize him

like bye he’s so dependent on her attention and none of us realized it until it was gone (neither did sonic so i feel better)

i think it’s after this that he started seeing her physical affection (like hugs) as less of an annoyance and more of a prerogative

but i suppose its notable that sonic never pushed amy away from him (SHUT IT ABOUT GENERATIONS THAT WAS SO OOC) just kind verbally told her to get off him

but like specifically in the idw comics he started reciprocating her physical affection after issue #2; he became way more comfortable around amy in general after that issue so that includes her physical familiarity. It was extremely pivotal because there’s a stark difference between his attitude towards her prior to that moment and after it.

Whereas in the games i believe it was more of a natural progression from distaste to discomfort to unperturbed to ambivalence to fondness to crap-i-don’t-like-not-having-this

I hope that answers your question!

i think we have yet to see sonic really, truly embrace amy back but perhaps we’ll see that in the movies…..or perhaps im just delusional

……..i love them so much 🥹🥹

[frogzxch]

Trueform!Sukuna x Servantgoddess!Reader

Summery:

Reader is basically in a servants body which is like her vessel in this era and she was secretly a goddess from another uni but unexpectedly she died in her world and got rebirth when the servant touch a red spider lily

Slight smut, fluff, death, didnt fully proof read huhu

Word count? I dont know

As always the two face man again killed a servant for a small mistake and you have to clean the body after it was getting annoying for you as you wish to go back to your home your own world but sadly you died as you already prepared the tools you will use for cleaning the body one of the concubine entered the throne room scared such a beautiful girl pure and innocent on the outside but yet naive and stupid in the inside the king of curses doted her alot Sukuna has favorite concubine and less favorite one

" There's my good girl come here... " Sukuna spoke on a soothing and velvety voice

The girl immediately go to him on his throne as he tap his lap the concubine sat on his lap obediently you already know what will come next the king will just fuck the life out of her on his throne again you can hear loud moans from the girl as Sukuna fucks her hard in her wet cunt the girl was blank on her mind as she is full of Sukuna large cocks it was discusting for you as you were done you silently go out of the throne room and in a insan you open the bag of the body and puke

" eww....god give me back my life jesus I can't take it anymore "

After disposing the body you proceed to go back and just do what servant usually do that is serving and helping and sleep and wake up early the cycle goes on and on your lucky enough to be alive. As days turns week and weeks turns into months you were desperate to go home and try to find a way every night you would cry silently in the room figuring out how to go back to your own world in peace...

" you servant girl I need you to pick up some fine kimono in the market hurry! "

Ahh the concubine who the king of curses loves only for pleasure her name was Yuri Ryomen she was getting on your nerves to as well sometimes you just wish your powers and immortality will be back so you can just kill this mf in peace bu sadly god punish you I guess as Yuri throws the golden coins at you, you just pick it up and bow then go out of the temple and head your way to the nearby village and go to a store after buying you notice Yuri was running at you in a scared expression she push you forward then you see a curse....a large one you look at her

" m-my lady please stay back "

In a instant she throws on a tantrum and scream like a child throwing a rock at the curse it was big and scary looking with four red glowing eyes looking like a shadow with smoke sharp teeths ready to bite it's prey but in the moment it seems familiar to you it was like your companion in your world with no hesitation you rush to the curse Yuri was in full shock but ran away as soon you go closer to it she left you but no worries to you once you touch the curse it recognize you and it communicates to you

" Y-Yn....I can't believe it it's you my lady! " it's voice echo's through your ears no one can hear it speak other than it's owner you smirk and felt much more confident

" My lovely companion such a lucky day to be with you again, I hope you don't miss me to much hm? " You pat it and it goes through your skin it was going in your body that you stole, you two became one it's like venom hihi you giggled and look around then just go back to the temple like nothing had happend.

Next day you haven't heard anything about Yuri it's like she disappeared from the world without a word as you serve the food to your master the king himself he quite senses something in you, you can sense his eye looking at you piercing deep in your soul " you.. " your heart start to beat so fast you raise your head " yes master? " Sukuna was still looking straight at you coldly " Come closer.. " you nodded and go closer to him as he stands up on his throne and goes to you he was 7th tall and damn the size difference " what is it my lord? " He brush the strands bothering your hair suddenly he leans closer he can see something deep in your eyes " You can't hide yourself from me my little flower " in a instant you froze and look at him " w-what... " he let out a deep chuckle " don't play dumb y/n....why do you keep hiding? First you got killed now your locking yourself up in this servant body? " he lifted you up with his upper set of arms and you hold onto his shoulder as his upper right arm cuped your small fragile face as the other upper arm kiss your left hand you we're totally confused yet felt strange " what are you doing...im confuse.. " you look at him with a confuse expression " dear....I will make you remember.... " and after cupping your face he gesture his right upper hand to your forehead and your true identity once again reveal your hair color changed and also your eyes and face to your goddess form....

At the end you live with him trying to process what happend....

Sooo yeeehhh plot twist the goddess yn was actually kuna late dead wife and kuna decided to look for a concubine and there is yuri, well Yuri basically got killed by him because in that curse scene he was there watching all along it was a test and when he found out abt you he instantly didn't hesitate to have you back to become his wife once again his queen his one and only love

[chuuzmii]

Omg nobody is saying eddie is queer because he had a few bad relationships with women like can we sit here and be honest with ourselves and say that HIS RELATIONSHIPS (excluding marisol bro rlly fucked that one up) WERENT EVEN BAD!! But there have been sooo many reasons over the years to think Eddie is queer? "I don't like dating it feels like performing." Cut to Hen giving him an odd look. "Ive never seen a man turn off a woman with so much skill." "It's a gift." "They weren't my type." Like we could really keep going because the amount of tthings he says that just come off as glaringly queer is abundant. But then we can look to his past AND SEE THINGS THEREEE!!! Eddie didnt marry Shannon out of love but out of duty. Do you know how many queer men get married to women because they feel like its what they should do? Eddie isn't hanging on to Shannon out of love but because she was christophers mother. Everytime he talks about her its NEVER ABOUT HER! He never goes oh she was kind she was soft she was sweet she was literally anything a man would say about a woman they loved and lost. He just says she was Christophers mother. That doesn't sound like a man who truly romantically loved his wife.

Then moving on to Ana. She was quite literally the perfect woman. Like she stood by and helped him after he got shot and they had barely even rlly been dating when that happened. You cannot tell me that him having panic attacks every time he thinks of going any further with her isn't indication of queerness. Dude is struggling to make a family with women but is relaxed and happy making one with a man? QUEERRRRR. But once again this relationship was less about Eddie and more about Christopher. "My son loves her?" "Is that enough?" Like Buck was right it WASNT enough because he didnt even like her enough to introduce her as his gf to ravi (this was truly evil).

And okay maybe ur like "Ana was his first gf after Shannon ofc he was having panic attacks!" But then look at what happened with Marisol.. he tried to go a step further with her then immediately regretted it and asked her to leave right after. He struggles in all of his relationships because he cannot bring himself to feel what he's supposed to feel for them. I also truly believe the Kim thing was partially him self sabotaging his relationship.

I could honestly keep going and talk about the military and toxic masculinity, i could bring up him having to be the "man" of his house, hell i could bring up marisol being a nun. This MAN IS QUEER TO MEEEEEEE