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[pathologicalreid]

all the debts i owe | s.r.

in which Spencer takes your kids into account when deciding whether or not he should take a plea deal, and it doesn't go the way you expect

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: angst content warnings: prison reid, takes place during 12x14 "collision course", i love my little reid family so much word count: 1.29k a/n: caamp song fic caamp song fic caamp song fic everyone cheered!!!!

Somehow, you felt like you were invading a conversation that you shouldn’t be a part of. Emily and Spencer knew this world much better than you did, and you were nothing more than a fly on the wall, grateful to be in close proximity to your husband after a few days of him being in jail.

You’d stopped by yesterday, dropping off a bag of his belongings and leaving them with Emily. You had wanted to see him then, if for nothing more than a confirmation that he was still breathing, but he was finally getting some sleep. The comfort of knowing that he had Emily watching over him had to be enough.

Spencer wasn’t allowed to keep his wedding band on. It was something that the jail was going to hold on to, but Emily had intervened and arranged for you to keep it.

The gold band weighed heavy against your chest, suspended by a chain around your neck for safe keeping, you kept it tucked into the collar of your sweater while you watched Spencer and Emily talk. “Please, just think about it,” Emily pleaded with him. “Think about the evidence.”

“I know,” Spencer assured her. “Scratch dots his Is and crosses his Ts. We know that,” he responded, brown eyes flickering over to yours for just a moment.

Leaning heavily against the wall for support, Emily shook her head, “But a jury won’t. A jury will only see what Scratch wants them to see.”

You shifted on your chair, resting your elbows on the table and propping your head in your hands. “You think they’ll convict me?” Spencer asked, a string of hurt threaded through his voice as if the thought of a jury of his peers thinking he was a killer caused him physical pain.

“I don’t know,” Emily answered, her voice barely above a whisper, “But if they do. Five years—that’s doable. You are young. You can have a life after that.” You were grateful for Emily; it seemed like she was doing the begging that you didn’t have the energy for.

“Not as an FBI agent,” Spencer rebutted, “I’d be a convicted felon.”

Her face softened as you watched, “Yes,” she acquiesced, “but you’d be free.”

At the first sign of tears in Spencer’s eyes, you felt water lining your own, “The FBI is my home. It’s where I belong.”

Emily looked at you for help, but you couldn’t get yourself to speak. You understood Spencer in a way few people ever could, the idea of him not being a part of the BAU made your chest ache as much as it did his. “You don’t belong in prison, and if you play Russian roulette with this… twenty-five years. That is a lifetime.”

Your husband lifts his chin in a display of false confidence, “If Scratch is framing me, you guys will get him. I know you will.”

“Yes, we will. I promise you we will never give up, and we will exonerate you.” Familiar silver started to line Emily’s eyes as well, “But what if we can’t do that this week? Or this year? Or this… decade? Because I know we can’t do it before your arraignment.”

Spencer turned to look at you, fully facing you for the first time since you arrived at the conference room this morning. “Thirty, twenty-seven, and twenty-five.”

Emily shook her head, confused. “What? What is that?” Her dark brows were knit together, looking between the two of you as she waited for an explanation.

You faced the two of them, wiping your sweaty palms across your jeans, “That’s how old our kids would be when he gets released.”

“They won’t even know who I am,” he said miserably, looking up at the ceiling to stop tears from gathering in his eyes.

Standing up from the chair, you stepped over to him, taking your rightful place at his side. “You could take the new deal, Spence,” you reminded him. “Five to ten—”

“I need to see them grow up,” he pleaded, brown eyes boring into you as he begged you to understand. Spencer always accounted for every possible outcome. Despite the haze of the past few days, you were sure that he knew what he was getting himself into.

You nodded up at him, taking one of his hands in yours before glancing over at Emily, “Can you give us a minute?”

Prentiss sighed and gave the both of you an understanding look before she slipped out of the room. “I need to see them grow up,” he repeated himself, dragging his free hand down his face while you squeezed his hand comfortingly.

“I know,” you whispered, “but with the deal… five years.”

“Or ten,” he countered. “Ten years… Nell would be in high school.”

Your stomach flipped at the idea, your oldest baby in high school, and just like that, you understood Spencer’s decision. You’d be there, outside in the world with your kids for those five to ten years; you’d see all of the in-between. Spencer would miss everything, learning about his own children through phone calls and letters, he’d play a passive role in their lives. If there was even the slightest chance that he would plead not guilty and win, then this whole nightmare would be over. “You have to fight,” you said, announcing the conclusion that he had already come to.

He nodded in confirmation, “Angel,” he whispered, “I don’t want you to come to the arraignment.”

Your breathing hitched, “What?”

“I want you to be with the kids. You’re the only parent they’ll have for who knows how long,” he explained himself.

You hadn’t worked out what you were going to tell the kids. They were too young to understand. Finn was barely out of the newborn phase, Livvy’s vocabulary was expanding every day, and Nell… Spencer was Nell’s best friend. Steeling your expression, you nodded once, “Okay, I won’t go.”

His lips parted and closed like he wanted to say something but stopped himself, you squeezed his hand in an attempt to be encouraging. “Just in case things don’t go the way we want… don’t wait for me.”

You dropped his hand, shaking your head in horror. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing from him, without a second thought, you reached into your shirt and pulled his wedding band out, leaving it on the chain, “For better or for worse, Spencer.”

“This is far worse than anything we could have ever thought of,” he continued, trying to give you an out. You could leave and he wouldn’t fault you, but you’d fault yourself.

Instead, you waved away his offer, “It would be an honor to wait for you. If that’s what it takes for me to see you again.”

He kissed you. Ducking his head until his lips met yours, there was nothing chaste about it. You both knew it was the last kiss, and it had to be good enough to last a lifetime. It was like nothing you’d ever experienced before, fueled purely by emotion; you kissed him like you’d never see him again. You gripped the collar of his sweater to discourage him from pulling away, and you tried to memorize the feeling of his hands on your waist.

A hollow feeling filled your chest when he pulled away, “I love you,” you breathed.

He nodded, resting his forehead against yours, “I love you too.” He pressed another small kiss to your lips, “I’ll make this up to you.”

You let yourself be pulled into his embrace, burying your face in his chest. You held onto him because this moment couldn’t last forever, but you’d be damned if you weren’t going to drag it out.

[rkivefae]

(DIE)TS ── AARON HOTCHNER

Pairing ── Plus Size/Chubby Fem!Reader x Aaron Hotchner

Summary ── Hotchner hates nothing more than when you go on unhealthy diets. (Or: You were mocked by a woman and her words stuck to you like glue. You internalized it so much that you began restricting and over-exercising but Aaron comes back and talks to you.)

Rating ── Mature

Content Warnings ── Disordered Eating & behaviors, fatphobia, let me know if I need to say something else.

Word Count ── 3.8k+

Note ── I wrote this in like 2 and a half hours and didn't edit it. I pulled this from some dark corner of my brain that's struggling with wanting to relapse and need this comfort. I suggest anyone struggling with an ED or disordered eating to not read if easily triggered. It goes in detail and should not be consumed by just anyone but I'm sure there's someone out there who needs this just as much as me. AND IF ANYONE IS WONDERING ABOUT HIS KID, just assume he's staying the night at family houses and other peoples and at school thx.

Hotchner hates nothing more than when you go on unhealthy diets.

But you can’t help how it’s drilled in your head. You’ve always been a chunky kid and as you got older, your size never really changed. You were always bigger and people had their things to say about it.

You’ve been called many names in the book, there wasn’t anything you haven’t heard of. They used to make you cry, you wouldn’t go out with your friends, you wouldn’t eat out, you wouldn’t wear sexy or tight clothing. You trained yourself to cover yourself, to not show yourself in front of people - including the basic need of eating.

It felt wrong, forbidden of sorts and although you dropped many of those habits now in your early 30s, it still lingered. You’d occasionally forget meals, pull at your clothes when you thought your stomach was showing and on your worst days, you didn’t dare go out.

But then you met Aaron, the sweetest man you’ve ever met. You were out clubbing with your friends, in a tight green dress with a back cut out. And you never felt prettier, dancing under the lights in the club with your friends. You felt the cold air on your heated skin and it was a thrill as your body mingled with your girlfriends. They grabbed on your hips occasionally, your bodies in sync.

You could feel eyes on you, and you knew it was you because your friends giggled it in your ear. Their hands left your body, though they still were near like a precaution, you opened your eyes and your breath was caught in your throat. His jet black hair was pulled back, save a few strands in front of his face but god did it work. He was sculpted by a god who took pride in their work, you were sure of it. 

You smiled, the plump of your lips covered in the gloss you put on, eyes lined with your favorite black eyeliner and thick mascara. It all made your eyes more piercing when the light shined just right - or so you’ve been told. Then before you knew it, you were in his hands that night. And it felt more than right. His hands never left your body that whole night it felt like. He said your name on his tongue like a prayer, chanting over and over again with a rasp, a moan and a raw need that ignited a fire within you.

You both met that night by chance, his friends finally breaking his hard cover and pressuring him to give in and you, god you were looking for a break and boy did you get one. The best night of your life.

You haven’t left each other's side since that night, he worshipped you and you did the same, in your own ways.

And you knew he found you attractive, he told you that every night. And not just in sexual moments. He’d come behind you, wrap his arms around you, lean over to kiss your neck to your ear as you cooked his favorite meal (considering he cooked yours the night before) and he’d tell you how beautiful you are. To which you’d giggle and thank him. Sometimes giving him sass, “compliments will not give you sneaky bites of dinner before it’s done.”

But something got beneath your hard exterior. He was gone for the week on a case (as he is a lot, but you didn’t mind. You’d rather him out there saving lives like he does best) and you were at home. Your girlfriends asked if you wanted to go out, you pondered it for a bit but it’s been a minute since you’ve all gone out, let alone get a drink together.

So you agreed, dressing up in the green dress you met Aaron in. You decided you’d tease him with pictures, especially considering you wanted to wear your green lace set beneath it. It wasn’t to make him jealous, no one could touch him besides you, but to rile him up a little. You weren’t going to send it while he was in the middle of a case but when he was on his way home, just a little treat to show him what he’s coming home to.

You were all having fun, dancing on the floor like the time before but you got achy sooner than you thought you would, you pardoned yourself with a giggle as your friends hands chased after you but didn’t pull you back, respecting your decision to rest for a minute.

But on your way back, you weren’t watching where you were going and before you knew it, you were completely cold. A drink was spilled from your exposed chest down the silk of your dress.

“Fucking fat bitch,” you heard a girl growl out before you were pushed backwards. You went with the motion, too shocked to fight against it. You didn’t register it all at first until your eyes came to hers, the blue pierced your skull as her face twisted into what could only be described as disgust by the scrunch of her nose and snarl of her lips. “Watch where you’re fucking going. That was like fifty bucks of drinks, you lard.”

And just like that, apologies rushed out your lips. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” you say as you bend to pick the glass that dropped. You muttered more apologies and you didn’t even notice when your fingers were pricked by the glass, you fumbled as you tried to put it on the tray. “I’ll pay for a new one, I’m sorry-“

The girl scoffed, “I don’t need your money. Just stay out of the way or better yet, lose some fucking weight.” And you backed into yourself. You’ve been clumsy before but you’ve never had a reaction like this. And it didn’t help that you found out you gained a few more pounds while having been with Aaron.

“Yo, watch who the fuck you’re talking to.” One of your friends came up behind you, her eyes squinting at the girl before you and this time, the girl stepped back, scoffing again, muttering a whatever and walking off.

Sasha was your best friend and always has been, but when her comforting hands made their way to your body, you shrugged them off and turned to her with the best smile you had, it was small and you knew she could see past it.

“It’s okay, I think- I think I’ll just go home.” You muttered before taking off, pushing through the crowd until you made it out.

You wanted nothing more than the world to swallow you up. You hadn’t given it much thought to lose weight, not in a while. But she could barely fit the green dress she was wearing and it was perfect a few months ago.

But you didn’t know how to lose weight. You already ate healthy (with a few occasions of not) and you worked out occasionally but maybe you needed to eat less, way less and work out more.

Your walk home was cold and you were non-stop sniffling. You’ve done this to yourself, you said. You should fix it.

Aaron said they made a break in the case and might be home in a few days. Maybe you could surprise him by losing a few pounds. Maybe he’d like you more. 

These thoughts snowballed. Every thought you’ve had since you were 7 was rushing back and ten times worse.

Over the course of the next few days, you rejected your friends' invitations to eat out and tried to eat only one meal a day and spend the rest of the time working out and being busy.

You tried to eat just a salad most nights and others you were too tired, so you ordered takeout. Work was an absolute pain, you moved on your feet like a zombie. God you looked like one, there were bags under your eyes. You couldn't sleep well, you stayed up most nights because you just couldn't sleep. You had to take melatonin most nights and you tried not to do it every night considering their health concerns but sleep was becoming something that was a treat. You were rarely getting it.

Aaron called you sometimes, he said that the case is taking longer than expected and that he'd be gone for even longer. You tried not to let it get to you but maybe it was your lack of sleep (and probably proper nutrition) but you were getting more emotional. Your period had already passed so you knew it wasn't that, but you were eating yourself up from the inside out. You were getting messages from your friends, you responded as positively as you could but you could tell they were getting concerned for your health and safety as days went by and you didn't accept any of their brunch plans nor hang outs. 

It was unusual of you, it's been 2 weeks since that night and this never ending routine you've been doing was catching up to you. But you needed to continue it. You had to. You don't even understand why anymore, you loved yourself - you thought you did at least and now you weren't so sure. That night destroyed all that you built and you couldn't explain why.

You thought you were pretty before going out, maybe a little upset that you probably wouldn't be able to wear the dress again soon because you gained a few pounds and you didn't want to rip it. It was your favorite dress for multiple reasons and it being the dress that you met Aaron in was definitely the number one reason. It was the dress you were in, shamelessly flaunting yourself and he picked you. Out of everyone there. It was already not his scene, he didn't want to be there and he was dreading the whole night.

Sometimes you think late at night, what is the point of doing this? He loves you, doesn't he? Why would you have to lose weight for that love to be more? But then your other side fights that maybe he wants what every other man in his life has, a skinny girlfriend. It wasn't fair to him. What if he got mocked for dating someone like you just like you received for being yourself?

Being alone consumed you, all you had was yourself (and everything anyone has ever told you in your life). 

Aaron said it was extended another week probably due to new findings of a group. You didn't understand, you weren't allowed to consider that it was confidential business and you weren't upset about not knowing. Just that you missed him, more than anything else right now.

Around week three or four, the days began to blur more. You didn't feel like yourself anymore and you were forgetting things more. Your brain was fogging up compared to the first week, you still had pizazz in your movement. But maybe this is what beauty costs?

"Hey baby," 

Your heart ached at his voice, rough and tired through the phone.

"Hey handsome," You gave out, with a light giggle. In bed yourself. You hoped he was too. He had the tendency to stay up and overwork himself when a case was getting to him. "I miss you." you whispered into the phone after a few beats of silence.

You heard his sigh, like the world was weighing on him - and to him, it probably did feel like this. "I miss you most, angel." he muttered into the phone.

"You're not staying up working, are you?" you chided, a softness to your phone. But there was only silence to your question. You shook your head, he couldn't see it but you knew he could feel your disapproval. "Oh you totally are! You need to go to bed." You reprimanded him through the phone. 

"But I feel so close, I just need to focus on it."

"No, what you need is sleep." You countered. And you heard his groan. You knew it wasn't of annoyance towards you, just everything that's on him.

"But I'm leading this case and I just, I feel like I need to do more."

"Mhm, you may be the leader boss man of the FBI but listen here, mister, I'm the boss now. You need to get your butt into bed and rest. Anything you're missing won't be found through a tired mind and overworked body. It'll still be there when you wake up and you'll be better than right now to be able to find it. I know you will, but you need to nourish your mind." You spoke softly to him. Maybe a few words of yours was childish but this was the one place and way where he didn't have to act so cold. When you're running the FBI and hunting down criminals, you can't act like the true warm teddy bear you are.

"I know baby, I know." He sighed softly. "Sleep on Skype with me?" He asked and you smiled into the phone. You granted him the request, both of you opening your computers (he now carried one regularly for you) and your smile brightened at him but you knew he couldn't see you, you were in a dark room with no light - and thank god for that but he could hear you and maybe that's what he needed, to hear you in the night. 

It definitely helped you, hearing him next to you even though he wasn't truly there. His breathing was all you needed, you recognized it like no other and a big part of you was soothed by it. You slept a little better that night- just a little.

Your days were still rough, you ached in places you never ached before. But when you woke in the morning, you were startled by loud banging on your door. You peeked through the hole and saw the only face those loud knocks could belong to. Sasha.

You purse your lips, knowing if you opened the door, it would be a world of butt whooping and you weren't ready for it. You knew better than to get away with - not ignoring, just not talking to her as much. 

But as soon as you undid the locks, the door swung open as you had the handle in your hand and you were met with a face of fury. Her eyes set on you and they narrowed. 

"Y/n-"

And before you could finish, you took off as her body lurched forward to get you. But she was always faster, her hands catching you and she pulled you along with her to the couch before she threw you down on it. "Now, I'm giving you five seconds to explain why in the world you're ignoring your most amazing and best friend," she paused for only a second before pointing back at herself, "me before I open a can of whoop-ass on you."

You stared for a second and you couldn't think of anything, mind wiped clean.

"One."

And you squeaked.

"Two."

"Idon'tknowI'vejustbeensadwithoutAaron-" You rushed out before she could say 'three' and that was enough for her, she registered it and she lifted a brow to you.

"That's all it is? You're not lying to me, right?"

"I'm not lying to you." You told her, not confirming the first part but it seemed like she took it as an answer to the first question.

And her solution to this very dire problem was a movie marathon. 

A part of you was more than grateful for this break of thinking, just binge watching movies with your best friends was a cleansing you never knew you needed before. It was the best thing to ever have happened to you. You had an excuse for why you didn't sleep last night, having stayed up most of it with her. But she had to leave somewhere around 2 a.m. 

And the following day, Aaron messaged you that he was finally coming home. And small parts of your world was crashing because you only lost so much weight with his absence, you didn't know how you'd be able to hide what you've been doing-

Hide?

Yes, you needed to hide it.

But not all plans follow through, you learned.

As soon as he made it home, you were in his arms, he wrapped around you as tight as he could and breathed you in like you were a drug he was addicted to and truthfully, you probably were. You swore you saw him going through withdrawals - or perhaps that was the delusion of it all. Maybe you were the one addicted. It didn't matter in the end, you both were obsessed and in love with each other.

You both pulled back on for him to press his lips against yours, his hands on your hips - keeping you as close as possible. "I never want to be away that long from you, ever again." He mumbled against your lips and to that you let out a soft giggle.

"I'll just have to keep you all to myself, handsome."

He pulled back and you saw it - for the split second it appeared - his confused gaze, eyebrows pinched. His hand went to your face - and his hand was the perfect size, cupping your face like you were a doll and truly, to him, you were. His thumb lightly traced the bags beneath your eyes and you felt your stomach drop.

"Have you been sleeping?"

And you were never much of a liar, not like you could get away with it while dating a behavioral analysis.

"Uhm, not too well." You muttered. You felt bad, his return should be about him, not you. It was stupid. He looked tired, he should be resting.

"What's been keeping you up?" He asked, eyes now on yours and not the bag beneath them. You sucked in a breath and shrugged because you knew speaking would only make you give it away and you were scared of what he'd say or think.

Would he be happy? Would he think that you were finally doing something about your body? Would he say he was proud because he wanted you thin like other girls?

Or would he cradle you? Would he tell you to eat more, that it was stupid to base your worth off of something like that? That you're more than a plate of pasta that you forbid yourself from and ate only a plate of salad?

You hoped for that but it would probably be the former. Aaron was a fit man, he could already pick you up now and maybe he would want a smaller girl.

"Have you been eating well?"

Your heart sunk deeper into your stomach and you shrugged again. 

"It's okay-" You began but his firm look on you told you otherwise.

"Baby, be honest with me because I can tell by one look the answer to my question already. I just want you to be honest with me."

A part of you was happy and another - was destroyed? You felt like it was blown up and chopped up and put through a shredder. You couldn't explain why, not really.

"I just- I wanted to lose some weight."

"Why?"

And it made you scoff a little, not an exaggerated one, just a small one. He should know this answer, shouldn't he?

"Come on, Aaron, take one look at me. I'm fat and not just phat, the big F. Capital even. And I just want to look better for you, I know what people think when they see us together and I guess I just realized how much better you deserve- which is just so shitty of me- and I'm just trying to give you that. I could look so much better if I was skinny, you can't tell me I wouldn't." You huffed out, your words were to distance him but your grip on his suit kept him close because even with this tough act, you were falling apart. Tears were in your eyes and you sniffed at him.

"You wouldn't."

"Don't lie to me, Aaron."

"You wouldn't." 

You huffed out a laugh, hands letting go of his suit and you moved to turn but his hands stopped you, cradling you by your waist and bringing you closer.

"You wouldn't look "so much better" if you were skinny, you look beautiful to me now. You'll look just as beautiful to me if you gained fifty pounds or lost fifty pounds. Your weight is a number that is out of my mind because I love you, Y/n. And that's not something conditioned by your weight." He began, taking in a breath while his eyes searched yours. Tears that formed before, were finally falling. "You're beautiful to me, Y/n. Your body is beautiful, your personality is beautiful, you are beautiful. If you want to lose weight, that's fine by me but I won't watch you wither away before me. Losing weight shouldn't be about being 'skinny'. It's about loving yourself and changing for health. You're healthy as you are now and if you want to change something to be better, then so be it but it will be in a healthy way. There's nothing about you I want to change, but I'll support any change you want to have. And if you don't want to change, then don't. Because I'm in love with the beautiful woman in front of me. Not an idea of how others may want her to be."

You sniffled by the time he was finished, face completely soaked by tears and you couldn't help a laugh that came from your mouth. "Do you know it's rude to make a girl cry?" And he smiled at that. And you caught your breath a second later, sniffling again. "I love you, I love you- God, I love you, Aaron. I'm sorry for what I said and acted like." You took a long breath. "It's just, something happened when I was out with my friends and it just, it affected me. Those few words she said affected me and I couldn't let it go."

And ever the understanding and loving boyfriend he was, he took the apology and ordered take out (both too tired to cook) and cuddled up to watch a show.

And as the movie began, you peered up at him from your position against his chest and said, in the most quiet voice. "I don't want to lose weight, maybe build muscle a bit but I don't want to be like that, not right now at least." You confided.

And to that he smiled, "Then that's how it'll be. I love you no less." He pressed a kiss against your lips and it truly felt like he didn't love you any less.

Things will get better, you'll get better. And with him by your side, that's more than possible.

please leave thoughts and comments <3 requests are open if you'd like to see more of him or anyone else (esp with plus size reader or buff)

[tokeposts]

𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎

pairing: nerd!sukuna x gn!reader

warnings/genre: collage au, obsessive behavior, eluding to making out, tensions, suggestive content ahead 18+ only!

notes: first sukuna fic out hehe we making money moves here bby + dedicated to @moonstonejpg bc syd read it first heheh

nerd!sukuna who sits at the front of the lecture hall with his notes color-coded and memorized. his glasses perched low on his nose sleeves rolled up just enough to show off veined forearms (completely by accident of course). he’s the type to answer questions with a bored hum, not because he’s uninterested, but because he already knows the answer.

nerd!sukuna who barely glances your way in public, cold and nonchalant like he doesn’t even know your name, but you’ve caught the way his eyes linger a little too long when you walk by.

nerd!sukuna who seems reserved when you talk to him, adjusting his glasses, looking down at his desk, voice low. “yeah, i can help you with that.” but there’s a sharpness in his eyes that betrays him, like a wolf dressed in sheep’s clothes and when you ask for his number? he already has your contact saved. you didn’t give it to him and you don’t ask either

nerd!sukuna who invites you over to “study” and everything feels normal (books open, soft music playing, water in case you get thirsty) until you look up from your notes to find him watching you, glasses off, eyes dark and steady mouth pulled into a lazy smile like he’s been waiting for you to notice. “you’ve been reading the same sentence for ten minutes,” he hums. “does someone need help focusing?”

nerd!sukuna who drops the softboy act the second the door closes behind you. gone is the reserved and polite posture. in it’s place is a confident smirk, long fingers brushing your chin as he tilts your face toward his. “cute,” he says, voice a whole octave lower. “you really thought i was nervous around you?” he leans in and you realize, far too late, that the loser act was bait and you walked right into his trap.

nerd!sukuna who knows exactly what he’s doing. ever lingering glance. every teasing smirk. every time he casually steps behind you to correct your notes and whispers directly in your ear, letting his hot breath ghost down your neck. he’s been playing the long game and now that you’re here? he’s done pretending.

nerd!sukuna who keeps his planner pristine and perfect on the outside, but flip to the back pages and ts full of sketches and notes all about you. what you wear, what you laugh at, your favorite color, allergies, and so much more. it should be creepy. it would be… if he didn’t look at you like you were the one thing in his world worth losing control over

nerd!sukuna who kisses like he’s claiming territory, like he’s waited centuries to finally taste you. theres nothing shy or awkward about the way he pulls you in his lap, whispers things that make your knees weak and makes it very clear that the quiet nerd persona was just a mask he wore until he could finally get you alone

nerd!sukuna who goes right back to being stiff in public. “yes professor” and “no, i don’t need help” all while texting you under the table things like wear that perfume again, the one that drives me crazy, and i’m not done with you yet. come by tonight. he looks at you across the room like a secret he wants to spill and you feel it in your spine

nerd!sukuna who may act like he’s just another pretty face in the back row, but when the doors close and the lights dim, you remember: he’s not just a boy pretending. no, he’s a monster and he’s yours.

[rueclfer]

okay waitttt cause you said two ruequests per personnnn i kinda wanted to do one more cause that’s how we became moots. going back to our rue-ts if u will hehe (i love rue puns)

if ur comfy i would love the whole au that started our tumblerinaship; patient touya x forensic psychiatrist me!!! (very joker harley quinn esque but more silly and less toxiccc ofcc)

anywayyyy ilyyy leaving the choice up to you but i fear smau would prob not be doable in this context but whichever u see fit i know will be amazingggg

revisting some ideas we came up with when we first mooted up HEHEH <3 the silly exchange of notes... the nosyness... the tennnssssiiiioooonnnnnnnnnn RRAAHHH hi kenny ily

patient!touya // job fair

event m.list

touya blankly stares at you for another minute and you think you might lose your mind.

“you have another forty-five minutes here, touya. i suggest you make it productive,” you say through a sigh, trying to not mind the constant knee bouncing.

“get me out of these cuffs and i’ll make it worth your while.”

the smirk on touya’s face never leaves, and another sigh leaves your lips. your reactions are usually sharp and unwavering, but you couldn’t hold back the eye roll this time.

“we have goals to meet,” you remind, scribbling circles in your notepad, “my supervisor isn’t going to be happy with me if you keep dodging my questions.”

“and how is that my problem?” he folds a leg up against his chest, slightly cocking his head to the side to fake a sense of innocence.

you drop your notepad to your lap and slump back in your seat with a pout, “well, who are you going to start sending love notes to when i get fired? the new psychiatrist? am i that easy to replace, touya?”

his facade starts to crack the second the embarrassment makes itself visible on his cheeks.

“shut up.” he darts his gaze away, “i told you to not talk about those.”

“then talk to me!”

touya scoots his chair up to your desk and drops his cuffed hands onto the cold surface, leaning forward towards you. with any other inmate, you’d have a finger resting over the red button under your desk, but with touya, you matched his movements and leaned in.

“answer my question first,” he says through a smirk.

your lips press into a tight line and you’re back to your staring contest.

“over ice- but not iced,” you begin, “one pump of vanilla. milk depending on the day. earl grey cold foam on top. with a straw,”  you say in a flat tone.

“with a straw?” touya repeats, almost grinning now, “wouldn't have pegged you as a straw person.”

you shrug, “the more you know.”

touya releases a sigh of content before leaning back in his seat, dropping his hands to his lap.

there's a brief moment of silence as he replays your coffee order in his head- wrapping his mind around how you could enjoy a lukewarm drink with a straw.

“you're cute,” he finally says. 

“and you're nosy.”

“can’t help that you're so much more interesting than i am.”

you snort. you grew up in the typical nuclear family. average life. average student. went off to university. got your degree. and another degree. and another. and now you’re here- no notable stories, no exciting experiences, nothing.

“shut up.” you rest your cheek against the heel of your palm, “you’ve done a lot more with your life than i did.”

“yeah clearly,” he scoffs, lightly jingling the shackles arounds his wrists.

you two share a laugh, and for a moment you forget where you are and the notepad in your lap had been long forgotten about.

“i’m serious. my life is boring. work, eat, sleep, and repeat.”

“you want a piece of advice?” he leans in, “a way to spice up your life a bit?”

touya’s voice lowers when he speaks closely to you. he slides his wrist forward on your desk, gauging to see how close you’d let him get to you. his scarred fingertips barely grazes against your elbow before his eyes flicker back up to yours.

“sure. let’s hear it,” you match his volume, leaning in closer, careful to not flinch at the ghost of his touch against your skin.

his gaze lingers on yours for a second longer. a moment of silence passes and he wets his lips before his mouth opens.

“take more risks,” he whispers.

touya has no feeling left in his fingertips, but he swears he can almost feel the heat emanating off of you. he’s almost tempted to grab you, let his palm lay flush against your outer bicep and finally feel you.

“risks?”

“yeah. risks. i can teach you a thing or two about those.”

[aaabatteriez]

we're not quite lovers, so i tell everyone we're just friends

zoro x afab! reader

hi! this is the revised + part 2 ish of the original. i doubt ill come back to this but idk i love quiet love sm 😕😕 and yearning. and the line between friends nd lovers. ts wounds me. zoro being bad abt feelings.

we're not quite lovers, so i tell everyone we're just friends.

the lights in the kitchen were dim except for one; blanching it's warm, yellow light upon you, the stool you sat upon, the table where your rigid shoulders heaved, and a bottle of soju alongside an emptied glass. 

remnants of your drunken lips were smeared on it's rim, as a single drop of liquor cascaded down one of the beveled edges of the cup. it was a true mirror of the state you were in. 

with tired eyes, you set aside the glass, the clink you heard upon doing so, sounding much too familiar. 

to hear it, hurt your heart, but not more than your pride, knowing if at that moment you heard more than one, how easily you would have bursted into tears.

clink. clink. clink. 

that was the sound one would hear when roronoa zoro entered the room. quiet yet full of presence, it was always three consecutive clinks, one from each of his blades clashing from the tread of his footsteps on deck. before your mind even got the chance to protest, the sound carved itself into your memory with ease.

there were a lot of things about the swordsman you memorized without meaning to.

it was like he hardly slept at all, by how early he would rise at dawn. you knew it well because sometimes in your sleep you stirred, and when you woke you'd hear the clink of his swords on the other side of the door as he walked past.

by afternoon, often you'd find the swordsman in deep sleep, in every possible location on the ship. it made sense to you though, of course he'd need to make up for the time lost to early training than to doze off. though his routine was out of his own willingness, you always made sure to interrupt roronoa zoro's way of life for meal times, when you noticed that he was asleep for longer than usual.

on one of those days, you and everyone had gathered for lunch. It was only mid way through the meal that you noticed the empty chair beside you. everyone was seated, except for the man who's mere absence left you feeling odd. you forgot to wake the swordsman. without hesitation, you set down your chopsticks and got up.

"(y/n), are you going to get zoro again?" asked the navigator. 

the question stopped you in your tracks. you turned to nami, who's casual expression meant nothing at face value, that was until you became well acquainted with the look that glinted in the cat burglar's eyes, curiosity lighting aflame when it came to matters of gold, treasure, and more recently; you and the man who was currently snoring away with an empty stomach.  

you nodded at the question, to which the sharpshooter who sat beside her looked to you, towards nami, then back to you again, the smirk on his face growing wider throughout the whole exchange. 

to this, nami made no attempt to cease ussop's silent amusement, flashing an impish grin to her partner in crime, just as mortifying as his.

"what." you said, a desperate attempt to protect your pride.

"you know, (y/n)," ussop spoke, "i think it would be better if you were our cook instead of sanji."

the blonde chef glanced towards ussop's direction.

"if you were making dinner everyday, zoro would be the first one seated." 

nami burst into laughter, jabbing ussop's shoulder repeatedly with her palms as he snickered. amused glances darted around the room, even luffy joined in with a hearty laugh, however it was not for the same reason that caused your cheeks to light aflame. 

"don't be weird." you groaned. 

"i'm not! i'm just saying," ussop grinned, swirling around the contents of the soup bowl cradled in his hand, "everyone here knows zoro sleeps like crazy, but we don't bother to wake him. there's a reason for that, (y/n)."

ussop paused, lowering his utensils.

"to say the least, it's like... poking a tiger with a stick."

chopper shuddered as if just hearing the sentiment was enough to relive the dreaded, 'who wants to wake zoro? not it!' game. the doctor's 62-day losing streak only came to an end once you had joined the crew.

ussop continued, "the thing with you, is that you get zoro up like he was never sleeping to begin with. not only that, you do it completely unscathed!" 

nami nodded in agreement, the others similarly without a hint of protest.

"so there's no way he doesn't care for you right? atleast a little." nami teased. "wouldn't you agree sanji?"

sanji hummed, "that meathead has more moss in his brain than neurons, but he's an easy book to read."

you grew quiet.

"it's not rocket science. anyone can see that zoro likes (y/n)." 

"zoro likes (y/n)? of course! she's part of our crew!" luffy laughed.

"not like that, luffy." sanji sighed.

you lowered your hands to your sides, stifly. your embarrassment was long replaced with a feeling that burdened you much more than a couple teasing remarks ever could. 

"i know you all mean well, but i think you've got the wrong idea." you said, lips upturned into a smile that was a much of a lie as the next words that came out of your mouth.

"we're just friends, that's all."

———

as you left the dining room, you could feel the sentiment lingering in your throat, your tongue resting on the hard palate of your mouth, matching the final consonant.

that's all.

to roronoa zoro, the words "that's all" was easy for him. you'd gotten used to the way he'd leave long silences and unended conversations, without much explanation or room for interpretation. when you were with others, when you two were alone. when you'd see him in the boys cabin in the daylight, when he'd visit yours in the night. to roronoa zoro, the words "that's all" meant what they meant. there was no reason to question the statement. the words "that's all" would've been something he nodded at and left the room. something he'd turn his attention to for a split second, but ultimately it would never cross his mind again. 

maybe the cook was right, how easily roronoa zoro read after so much time with him. the only thing is, you were just friends, and that's all you were. that's what you claimed, and that's what he'd be okay with. words that meant what they meant.

You walked along the deck, your arm softly meeting the railing, until you stopped at the familiar sound of a light snore.

you smiled softly to yourself, walking closer towards the frontmost part of the deck where zoro was sleeping seated upright, head cocked to one side. his shoulders lying low, chest rising and falling to the slow yet heavy rhythm of his breathing. 

had you remembered the words you said earlier to your friends, you wouldn't have taken these few moments to study the way the swordsman looked. he was handsome, you knew anyone could see that. but it was when you started your routine of waking him did you notice the way his strongest and most chiseled features became his softest at rest. the curve of his cheek, the lack of furrow in his brow. his lips slightly parted. he was lighter in this state. less tired, less bitter. 

his muscular frame however, was still as solid asleep as awake, but never did his sleeping form make you feel as uneasy as the way he looked after slaying a man 40 times the size of himself. instead, he was heavy in a remote state, like a large rock, unmoving, yet soft.

you knelt down to meet him at face level, as you've always done countless times before, resting a palm on his shoulder.

"zoro," you said, lightly patting the fabric.

being met with no response, you called again. 

"zoro."

his breath was interrupted with a low grunt, then it continued again, ignoring you completely. you knew after some time this was not a case of the swordsman in deep sleep, it was one of refusal. seeing how his posture shifted to one more attentive than the way he was sitting moments ago, it only comfirmed your suspicions.

"i know you're awake, you big lug." you rolled your eyes in amusement. your hands lowered to meet the collar of his coat, lightly tugging the fabric.

still, his act continued even after confrontation, even after a couple firmer attempts to nudge him awake, and finally an exasperated sigh from you in defeat. without much else to do, you turned your head to look in the direction you came.

"i'll bring you a plate if you're so tired today." you said.

but before you could stand up to do so, the swordsman stopped you, his palms meeting your arms, heavy eyes opening to look at you. only you.

what one might expect from the likeness of roronoa zoro, is that his touch would be a great distance away from ever being tender.

i mean, he was a swordsman of course. how could a man who's life passion consisting of violence and bloodshed, have hands be anything but cold, unmercifcul, as if it was a physical imprint of how closely he worked with death himself?

maybe it has been too long. too much time. too many moments where you've bumped shoulders, or brushed each others' knuckles without meaning to. too many nights spent training, where his hands lingered to correct your form longer than they should have, or held onto you in battle even when danger was far away from the two of you. 

because if you really thought about it, you couldn't even imagine a moment in time where roronoa zoro was ever rough with you.

yes, his hands were of little to no vanity. they were coarse and blistered, that much was clear from how hard he worked. but his touch, it was the kind of tenderness that was never too excessive or flowery, but simple and soft, tender enough to withold you from leaving him, from moving, from breathing altogether.

at that moment, he brushed a hand along your back, then raised it to where your hair met the collar of your shirt, strands falling loosely over your shoulders. he paused for a moment, hand frozen in place. to look at you. then ever so slowly, he shifted your hair to one side, grazing the crease of his thumb along the nape of your neck. 

his gaze never left you. you couldn't describe it well, because in moments like these you found yourself looking at just about anywhere, anything, as long as it wasn't him, because never would you admit that the way he watched your face with such focus made your heart ache so easily. 

had you looked at the swordsman's face for any longer, you wouldve felt a dangerous lack of restraint to close the distance between you and him, the man who had just moved your hair out of the way for no reason at all. for no real reason, other than it was something he wanted to do, so he did it. 

had you looked at him for any longer, would you have mirrored his actions in return? 

your hands dropped to your sides as you stepped back, letting him move from his rested position.

"you don't get me food." he said, firmly, slowly rising to his feet.

"hm?" you asked, a little taken aback.

"you offered to get me a plate, don't do that." he grunted, shifting his weight to stretch his shoulders.

"why not?" 

"because if i don't get up to eat even after you go trying to wake me up, that's my fault." he turned to you, "you're no maid, so don't act like it."

you smiled.

"hey, if you're trying to say i'm a doormat,  then you're very much mistaken," you scoffed. "if you made me get you food from today onward, i would've started complaining by day three."

"my point exactly." he grinned, flashing a canine.

"oh come on! how?" 

"it takes you three days to start complaining. were you gonna bathe and dress me too?"

the remark left you feeling more embarrassed than you wished it did. you smacked his back with your open palm, flustered, as you walked towards the dining room.

it was an action that encouraged him to joust back, for him to flinch and shake your hand off his body and grunt in annoyance, away from your touch, away from you. but he did none of these things. 

he simply let you, a content expression across his face, looking at you with those same honest eyes that made your walk falter behind him, your hand slowly falling back to your side.

for a moment you both walked in silence, zoro infront of you.

then you walked forward, brushing his forearm with yours, closer to him, closer than you needed to. and he just let you.

and for a moment, the shortest spec of a moment, your heart urged you to ask him why. 

to ask why he let you walk closer. why he didn't move a muscle when you hit him and scolded him. why he would sleep for hours on end so you could wake him, and he could look at you, touch you, do all these things for longer than your heart could handle, and then repeat it all the next day without saying a single word.

you didn't have the courage to, of course, because you were just friends. 

so you didn't say anything, and neither did he.

———

it was after a long fervour of party streamers, violin concertos, cake and booze on the sunny, that you were resting near the bow of the ship.

the sound of light waves rolling and crashing down replaced the hollering shouts of your once drunken, but now sleeping, crewmates. it seemed everyone was knocked out cold. it was so quiet now. what a party, the strawhats could throw.

you contently gazed up at the stars above, ones that seemed to glisten only for the ocean below, and you wondered if they knew how radiant they looked from millions of light years away. and then you wondered how the world would look from up that high, if you could trade places with the stars. 

you figured from such a distance as theirs, it would be quite an eyesore to try to see anything. 

maybe you had been looking up at the stars for too long, thinking about them for too long, that you didn't see when exactly roronoa zoro walked up beside you, built arms resting on the ship's railing. your eyes fluttered closed.

 no, you really didn't see him. 

clink clink clink.

the sound was enough to know. 

without hesitance, his name droned out of your lips in a sigh, "zoro, how many drinks did you have?" you leaned against the railing. 

he grunted. when you opened your eyes, his gaze was already fixated on you. 

"lost count." 

the feather-like waft of the wind caused his earrings to softly chime and glisten, moonlight framing the crystal gold just as lavishly as it did his jawline. god. even the moon was weak to handsome men. 

you hummed, gaze drifting downwards to his chest, absentmindedly, "i guess when you can hold your liquor, it's easy to forget, huh?" 

he nodded, and for a moment you both stilled in each others presence, the cold of the railing, the stillness of wind and sea from above as below.

"why are you awake?" he asked, breaking the soft quiet in the air. 

"hm? oh. don't you remember?" you turned to him, "i'm on night duty for the week." 

"oh." his posture lowered with understanding, "so that's why you weren't there when i..." zoro stopped. his mouth closed almost instantaneously after the sentence, his eyes darting to the ground. 

you tilted your head in confusion, inviting him to continue, "when you...?"

he opened his mouth to speak again, turning to you, but he had no words left to say once you came into his view. your puzzled yet soft expression, the wrinkle in your brow, the way you leaned ever so slightly torwards him, so ardently for him to finish his sentence. 

you were listening to him. really listening. that very fact filled the swordsman with a hesitant kind of dread, and no longer could he find the words he meant to say.

all of a sudden it felt they weighed more, with the way you were looking at him that night.

his jaw tightened, heavy eyes giving your mouth a once over before shaking his head and clearing his throat.

"s' nothing, forget it."

———

[churipu]

I love you so so much omg ur posts, ur content, un vibe everything. you’re so so nice and yet you have me crying over every single post because of how good this is. Like yesterday i had a whole debate talking to myself abt how good of a person you were and how the likes were not doing you justice.. usually I never send requests mostly because i’m scared they take a look at it and be like “you cannot be srs”. Idk if it makes sense but oh well😭😭

can i request u make a scenario where the reader is insecure and worried their partner is going to leave them for someone prettier but they dont say anything and just start to distance themselves from them from how big of a toll it was taking on the reader? thank you sm😭🫶🏽

YOU BEING INSECURE + JJK MEN

featuring. gojo satoru, nanami kento, sukuna ryomen x reader

warning. cursing

note. ANON YOU'RE SO SWEET OMG BRB SOBBING HAVE ABIG FAT KISS, and i love this request so much, you don't have to worry <33 thank you for requesting my love, sorry it took so long :')

GOJO SATORU. even if gojo didn't seem like the type to be aware of his surroundings — he is very much aware. behind those blindfolds and dark glasses, his eyes darts everywhere, making sure everything is fine. even if one small thing is different to his eyes, he'll notice.

so when you began distancing yourself from him, he notices off the bat. but decided to say nothing just to make sure of it, gojo did not want to jump into conclusions. it started off as you telling him that you're busy to go on dates, or even declining his offers when he wanted to come over to your place.

he didn't think much of it until it visibly worsened, you looked miserable. when he sees you, it was like the shine in your eyes have gone away — gojo didn't know what happened, but he automatically assumed that he was behind the disappearance of it. when he asks you if you were okay, you brushed him off with a forced out smile, and he was dying to push you to just tell him everything.

but he didn't. he was afraid that if he'd push you, it would spiral an argument. for a while, he was walking on eggshells around you, you were like a ticking time bomb ready to blow up at any minute.

it was gnawing internally in gojo's mind, what did he do? what happened to you? what happened to y/n?

his y/n.

so when shoko drops the bomb on him, asking if he had broken up with you. gojo was mortified, is that what it looks like to other people? him and you calling it off? he was terrified, scared, nervous. the strongest sorcerer. yeah — he was scared.

and so he felt like it was a now or never situation.

"y/n, can we talk?"

you grimaced at his soft voice, wondering if this is the part where he's had enough and decided he'd leave you. but you nodded your head, your mind was ready, you were ready to hear it, those words: "i want to break up with you."

"please talk to me. i can't do this whole...you avoiding me, tell me what's bothering you...please." the desperation in his voice was visible, almost as if he was in the verge of tears.

his cerulean eyes were filled with such hopelessness, one you've never seen even when he was fighting a curse. you widened your eyes and inhaled sharply, "i...i'm sorry, satoru."

that was all you managed to muster up and gojo was clueless, he needed more answers, he needed answers to why you were like this, "baby, i don't... is it me? did i do anything wrong to you? please tell me, don't run away.. let me make it up to you."

it pained you to see that he thinks it was him, when it was you behind this. you shook your head, "'s not you 'ts me."

and that made gojo even more terrified than he already is, a lot of questions spiraling in his mind, did you find someone else? did you get bored of him? were you finally breaking up with him because of his constant bothering? so many questions.

"i just...there're so many more people prettier than i am. i just can't stop thinking about it. you leaving and all. 'm sorry i distanced myself from you." when you said that, gojo felt like half of his questions were all useless and he felt a bit relieved to finally get an answer to his speculations.

gojo wasted no time pulling you into his embrace, he needed it, you needed it. both of you needed it just as much, you felt so small in his embrace, head buried into his chest. gojo didn't move a bit, fearing if he moved at all — you'd break, you looked so fragile and so dainty, it scares him.

"i..love you so much." was all he could say,

"'ts you, 'ts you that i love. it hurts me to hear you talk like that." you felt like shit, you really do — so you said nothing back, you kept your face hidden in his chest.

and gojo didn't pry you away, he just needed to be close to you, "sorry."

that was when he pulled away, "you don't have to be sorry, but please talk to me, 'ts not fair if we're happy together and you have to be sad alone.." you hated crying in front of people, especially gojo, and he knew that about you.

so when you cried in that moment, gojo knew this wasn't something light — he didn't need any more explaining from you, he was just there by your side the whole night. and the next day. the next week. month. year. both of you never spoke of it again.

he's in love with you and nobody could change that, he thinks you're the prettiest anyways.

NANAMI KENTO. nanami's eyes are always on you. nobody else. and everyone knows that.

everyone except for you, unfortunately.

usually he comes home and you were always there to greet him, with a hug and kiss. it was an inseparable combo he made a routine, but for the past couple of days — he hasn't been getting that.

instead, he was greeted with silence. and just from the second time, he knew that something was definitely wrong with you. he'll find you curled up in bed, under the covers like it was the only thing that mattered in the world; but he tries to see it as a sign of exhaustion.

nanami watches your every move, for the past couple of days. you have been out of it. to the point where it was plain obvious and nanami tries asking about it, but you tell him it was just because of the stress. a sweetheart he is, he tries telling you to get some rest from work — he'd even excuse you if it's needed, but you tell him that wasn't needed and that you were fine.

obviously lying. he could see it, smell it, hear it.

it was suffocating. everything was suffocating to you, it's like everything was slowly masticating on every fiber in your body. you wanted to just, drop down and cry but whenever you try to, you just end up sitting on the floor blankly staring at nothing.

it scares yourself sometimes how empty your eyes look.

you wouldn't be surprised if nanami didn't come back home one day because he's so fed up — that's what you've been planting in you. that nanami would leave you for prettier people, for people who don't overthink, people who are generally better than you.

"y/n?"

oh. you didn't even hear him come home, you sat on the bedroom floor trying to push yourself up. and you couldn't even do that, so when nanami opens the bedroom door, seeing you on the floor — he said nothing, not even a hello.

nanami just scoops you into his arms and lays you down on the bed mutely, his slender fingers brushing your hair, "i love you," he murmurs quietly.

that was enough to make tears dwell up at the corner of your eyes, and he said nothing, grazing your tears away, "'m sorry. 'm so sorry, kento."

nanami didn't understand why you were apologizing, he hushed you, cradling you in his embrace as you let your tears free fall, "why are you sorry?"

that's when it struck you, why were you apologizing?

nanami didn't question you any further but he held you close, pressing chaste kisses onto your forehead, "is something in your mind?" you nodded slowly, "do you want to tell me about it?"

you nodded, inhaling sharply, "i just don't feel pretty enough...i feel like you deserve better than me, ken."

nanami laced your fingers with his, kissing your knuckles, "why do you say such things?" you didn't answer him, and it just breaks his heart even more, "you're perfect for me."

his words fall into deaf ears, but you didn't continue saying your worries, you just feel like nanami gets a gist of it. nanami didn't leave your side, cradling you in his arms like you're the most fragile being, "i love you," he kissed your forehead, "so much," and he kisses your lips.

nanami makes sure to spend every second telling you how much he loves you, telling you how beautiful you are, and how you're the most perfect for him.

SUKUNA RYOMEN. he hates it when you ignore him without any explanations, he's told you before, "if you have anything to say, say it to my face, don't ignore me."

but this feels like something you couldn't tell him, how you feel. it's obvious that you were distancing yourself from him, when he calls you, you sometimes pretend like you didn't hear him — and when he confronts you later, you tell him that you just didn't hear his calls.

"you're ignoring me, hm?"

"what? no— i just didn't hear you calling out to me."

don't even try to lie to him because he will always confront you about it, he sees right through you and your lies. the second time you try to run away from him when he calls out to you, he wastes no time holding you in place; confronting you right at that moment.

"why're you running away, brat?"

"i...oh, i didn't realize you were here, ryo." sukuna clicks his tongue in mere annoyance — what a bad actor you are, it's so ridiculous sukuna wanted to just burst out into laughter.

"bullshit. why're you avoiding me?"

that was it. you were cornered just like that. sighing, there isn't any way out unless you tell him — sukuna just won't let you go unless you tell him everything behind your recent behaviors.

"just don't feel pretty enough for you," you mutter out, avoiding his sharp gaze, "i feel like you can do much better than me. you deserve better than me."

sukuna gave you nothing but a mere smirk, pushing his lips onto yours. god, he didn't want to admit it — but he hates the way you talk shit about yourself, if he could tell you everything that he loves about you, he would. but he didn't because he's a jackass (and he's too shy to tell you that).

"that's it?" that's it? that's it?

you were about to push him away when he gives you that glare of his, "which person has been making you think like that?"

"no one. me."

he flicks your forehead, "then stop."

if only it was that easy, you grumbled at his response, and said nothing else so you could just leave. but sukuna, despite his ignorant answers always makes sure that you never run away from him anymore, he's a lot more touchy than usual — and he (tries) to compliment you and your appearance.

keyword: tries

he fails at it though. but you gave him kudos for trying, that's all that matters, really. that he makes you feel loved.

© CHURIPU 2023 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE !

[ghostedgwen]

still the same soul | s.black

note : I was scrolling through here and found an ungodly amount of smut, that I honestly didn't feel like reading. I was craving gut-wrenching angst and pain bc no one in this fandom deserves happiness(jk lol), so I decided to write one from the ts masterlist

warnings : pure pain (I warned you), all hurt no comfort, some softness in between but just pure pain sandwich, jily mentioned, this is during the Marauders era but follows the canon timeline of the books (I think, my memory is hazy tbh), pls do not expect to be smiling at the end of this :))

One night, while the whole common room was drunk - celebrating the nearing graduation, you made a pact with Sirius. A silly little promise to marry each other if you reached your 30s and still had no one in your lives, you meet again during the second war and the promise gets brought up.

└——————— - [ 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝚃𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚝 - Dorothea ]. +

Sirius Black has grown. Gone was the carefree young boy he was, full of youth and vigor and thirst for adventure.

Though he’s had plenty from the time spent running around the castle walls, he craved more and more and - life did not go as planned.

Reality joined the party and smacked him right across the room. He is not the same person as he was years ago, he’s gone through things that has altered him completely.

He can never be the same Sirius he once was. Just an older, bigger shell of who he used to be. Gone is the young and wild Sirius Black, too much time has passed and too many lives were lost.

.

Sirius watched the content of his goblet swish around, threatening to spill as the party went on in the background.

He feels like he’s floating, despite the growing danger and the looming threats over the Wizarding World, they have found it in themselves to celebrate.

Graduation is a day away and they’ll be saying goodbye to this chapter of their lives soon. He was getting lost in his thoughts when he felt a weight drop on the couch’s space beside him.

“What’s got you all mopey, Mr.Black?” You ask him, appearing in his vision with a bright grin.

“I’m not moping,” he rolls his eyes at you and takes a drink from his goblet. “I’m. . .thinking.”

You make a face at that. “Well that can’t be good.”

He chuckle’s sarcastically at your remark. “Sod off, aren’t you too busy chugging beer?”

You roll your eyes at him. “And aren’t you supposed to be making out with some random somewhere?”

Sirius heaves a sigh at that. “Not tonight, no.”

“Oh wow, the very night before graduation, Sirius Black decides to finally mature!" You joked, even throwing your hands up to exaggerate.

"You are insufferable," he jokingly pushes you away but you didn't budge as he didn't put any force behind it. "I'm gonna miss this, I'm gonna miss you all."

You give him a small, tight-lipped smile. "Yeah," you let out a wistful sigh. "Seven years of this, it has been my whole life and now we're just supposed to move on?"

"I'm not ready." Sirius admits, his voice and face mellow, compared to the atmosphere in the Gryffindor common room. "I'm not ready to walk away from all of this."

You nod slowly in understanding. "Not ready to grow up?"

He chuckles, shaking his head. "No. That shit is scary."

You hum in agreement. "We've no choice, Pads. The world won't wait for us while we lag behind."

A moment of silence between you two passes. It wasn't awkward, it was just. . . quiet.

"Do you. . . already know what you plan to do?" He asked hesitantly, drinking from his goblet again.

You shake your head. "Not exactly, but I have a rough idea of my future. Always been good at potions so I'll pursue that, I reckon I'll be able to make a name for myself in the Potions Making world."

He smiles, watching you talk about your future like you both had a clue. You turn to him, meeting his eyes and flashing him a soft smile.

"What about you Mr.Lover boy? Got more ladies to woo in the not-so-distant future?"

He laughs. "Hopefully," his laughter died down alongside yours and a serious expression settled to replace it. "I have no clue what I want to do."

You understand. This isn't any other normal graduation. Once you go out there, you are exposed to the dangers that lurk outside. The world outside the castle walls aren't as forgiving, there are no redos and no time-outs.

"I trust you'll be fine, no matter what happens." You assure him, tapping his hand that rested near your leg. "You're Sirius Black, you always manage to make the best out of every situation."

He smiles at your words. "Oh really? Make me a promise then."

You arch your brow at that. "What promise?"

"30 years. If we're still loveless and unmarried by 30, let's just end up together."

You laugh loudly at that. "Of all the words to use, 'loveless' and 'unmarried'?"

He nods despite both your laughters mixing. "I'm serious - don't even make the pun right now, I am being serious. You're my best friend - right after James - and you know me better than I know myself."

"And you know me better than I know myself." You interjected with a goofy grin which he curtly nodded at.

"If all that time has passed, so much has happened and we still found ourselves available - let's just get together, what do you think?"

You shake your head, still laughing. "You are a right tosser, Sirius Black. But I'll humor you," you offer him your pinky finger with a knowing glint in your eyes. "If after everything you still haven't managed to commit, I'll marry you."

He wraps his own finger around yours, sealing both your fates. "This is a proper promise, you can't break this."

You laugh with a nod. "We are so gonna regret this someday."

He shrugs with a carefree grin. "Maybe, or maybe we won't. We'll see. In the wise words of Dumbledore : The future awaits!"

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It has been years since you've seen Sirius, since you've seen any former classmate, really. The Wizarding World is in shambles, chaos ensued and people are dropping dead like flies.

A group of purist committing acts of terrorism, lead by one man. You sometimes wish you cherished your Hogwarts days more, gone are the days you spent it running down the halls with the Marauders, laughter echoing through the halls.

Gone are the days spent sneaking off at night to set up pranks in the Slytherin dormitory.

You are no longer that little girl that bounced in your steps boldly displaying the colors of red and gold. Now, you are adult out in the real world fighting for your life every single day to survive.

Fear is almost eating everyone alive as the darkness loom over everything and everyone.

To make it worse, you just received the worst news of your life that both Lily and James Potter, died - leaving their 1 year old baby behind.

.

"I really don't want to, Professor. Please, you have to understand, this isn't safe - " your words were interrupted when you heard a young boy's voice speak up from behind you.

"Professor Dumbledore, you called for me?"

You turned around on instinct, and you regretted it right away. Looking down at the little boy, you see a familiar set of bright green eyes behind round glasses.

You felt your heart drop to your stomach at the sight of him. Your two best friends, in one person. Lily's bright and lovely green eyes with James' unruly tousled black hair - they even had the same specs.

It felt like the world has shifted and you almost dropped to your knees at the sight of him.

"____, this is Harry. Harry, this is ____, an old friend of your parents. I was just discussing something with her."

Harry eyes you curiously, those green eyes looking right through you and it felt like a million stabs to the chest. Your best friend, your beautiful Lily Evans has been gone for years and you never thought you'll get to see her again until you see her very same eyes peering up at you again.

He looks exactly like James did. It's like being taken back in time and seeing an old friend in the very flesh. Oh, how long gone is your youth and there is no taking it all back.

"Harry. . ." you say his name hesitantly.

You have only ever traced that name on parchment. In Lily's handwriting, as she excitedly wrote about her newborn with James, you didn't even get to meet him like Lily wanted.

She wanted to show you her adorable baby who took after his father. Now here he is, all grown.

"I- " you stop yourself from running up to hug him, turning back to Dumbledore. "Please think it over, Professor. I'll keep in touch."

You turn away, beginning to walk off when you spot Harry watching you leave in your peripheral. You give him a small smile, "It was nice meeting you, Harry."

.

You could almost laugh, reading the letter you had deciphered. With everything going on, even owls could get intercepted so you always wrote back-and-forth with the Headmaster in codes.

After deciphering this one, you felt the loudest cackle escape you. You hadn't been able to laugh for years but alas, something worth laughing about finally came about.

You trace his name on the parchment, savoruing the moment. You'll read the rest of the content later, for now you are focusing on what matters most - the worlds written in magical ink -

Sirius Black is back in the order, he is innocent and he is free from Azkaban.

.

You've never really been to the Black residence, 12 Grimmauld Place. The place itself looks creepy and knowing what went on in those halls - you can only imagine how depressing the vibes are.

Swallowing down your hesitance, you knocked. Following the instructions provided by Dumbledore was fairly easy but the actual knowing and getting to meet the person in there was not.

You swallow the giant forming lump in your throat as you anticipated the door swinging open and there he stood - years have passed and he's grown unfamiliar but you could tell it's him.

"____?"

You didn't waste any time, running up to hug him, your arms tight around his frail frame as he returned it. Lifting you a good inches off the ground as his laughter echoed through the otherwise depressing halls of his ancestral home.

"Sirius!" You happily called out, burying your face into his neck. "You bloody wanker, you actually escaped Azkaban!"

You pulled away slightly to spot Harry in the back, watching you two and you felt a tug at your heart at the sight of him. For a moment, you saw his figure overlap with James'.

You turn back to Sirius who put you down and stepped back to scan your whole frame. "____, you've been well, I assume."

You grin. "Well enough with everything going on."

You observe his face. A sad smile creeping from your lips. "You look different, old friend."

He nods at that, his smile mirroring yours. "How long has it been?"

"I did not bother to keep counting." You shake your head. "I missed you."

"I missed you too."

.

The sweet reunion didn't last long as war raged on, more lives were lost and it was rocky navigating the new course of your life. Your parents were both dead and you never got romantically involved with anyone, so you had no strings attached to you.

You just knew that you were going into battle and you might not come out alive.

You began living with Sirius and Harry as per Sirius' request. He insisted it was safer that way and you couldn't resist.

Harry is awkward around you and didn't know how to talk to you, not when you always looked at him with misty eyes. He couldn't approach you properly.

You also couldn't bring yourself to happily embrace him with everything going on. He is the key to all of this, the boy who lived. And you were just another person fighting for him in this war, you did not wanna risk giving him a connection in the case you become another number to the death toll - the poor boy has been through enough.

"I know what you're doing." Sirius interrupts your thoughts, settling in the space beside you on the couch. The scene seems familiar.

"What do you mean?" You ask him, cradling your mug of warm tea in both hands.

"You're allowed to embrace him, you know. He needs all the support he can get. Now more than ever."

You shake your head. "You know I can't."

"Why not?"

"His parents died when he was a baby, he's lived abused under his aunt's roof and has spent a majority of his entire life being at war - in fact, he was born into it," you allow the tears to drop. "That poor boy has not known peace, he doesn't deserve more pain."

Sirius scoffs at your words. "You think your death won't hurt him if you stay a few good feet away? That kid has a heart bigger than all of ours combined, it's how he has managed to survive for so long."

You keep quiet.

"He needs you, he needs all of us."

You shake your head. "I can't. I can't look at him," you allow Sirius to take the mug off your hands and guide your body to lean on him. Your tears begin to stain his shirt. "Every time I look at him, I just see them and - it's too much, Pads."

He shushes you softly, running his fingers through your hair. "I know, gorgeous, it hurts me too. He is everything they could have been."

"I miss them so much and it hurts my heart knowing I had so much time with them but he didn't. It's not fair."

Sirius nods in understanding.

An hour passed of you just sobbing into his arms as you talked about the past and how everything has changed, not a single trace remained.

War is unforgiving and it does not spare, you lost everything to it. It continues on, the flames keep burning and you are not sure what else you could possibly lose to it other than yourself.

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"Hey, do you remember that promise we made to each other the night before graduation?" You asked Sirius, as you both were gearing up.

He turns to you, grinning. "That we'll marry once we reach this age and are still pathetically loveless and unmarried?"

You nod with a chuckle, "That one."

"What about it?"

You roll your eyes. "Oh don't act coy. We are well in our mid 30s and very much unmarried, keep your end of the deal, Mr.Lover boy."

He laughs, though a soft look in his eyes remained. How you missed peering into those grey pair that always reflected your image softly.

"I'll get down on my knees properly once this whole war is over."

You laugh. "That's a promise. You better keep it!"

He gives you a nod. "You know I never break promises. Not to you, at least."

You didn't get to enjoy the moment when all of a sudden, you were all called - Harry is in danger and he's at the Department of Mysteries with a bunch of his classmates.

.

You should have known. A world of har has no happy endings, it ends - maybe, but no one is truly happy in the end of it all. War takes and takes and takes and takes, until there is nothing left to take.

You thought you had lost everything there is to lose, until you also lost him too.

For the first time, you did not hold back. You held Harry in your arms as his sobs wrecked your entire body. Your own tears are disregarded as you held his shaking frame in your arms alongside Remus.

He's gone. Sirius Black is gone.

And gone with him is the promise he made, the only promise he ever broke.

the end. masterlist

[akaakeis]

missed. | oikawa t.

synopsis : oikawa tooru and yn are 21 years old, and they are nearly an entire day's flight away from one another. they're not only separated by distance however- they somehow always have conflicting schedules. they used to be really good 'friends' when they both went to aoba johsai, but now they keep missing each other.

oikawa tooru x f!reader (im sorry, i know if i try to make it gn i'll end up making a lot of mistakes because i default to fem :(( )

ongoing haikyuu mixed smau!! (meaning there is written content along with social media elements!!)

taglist : open .ᐟ drop an ask or dm to be added ◡̈

playlist : here .ᐟ will be updated at some point <3

cw + notes : guys this is my first smau please be kind bsbjejdn - there will be lots of pining, lil bit angsty but will have a happy ending (im a wuss i cant do hardcore angst), there may be lots of cursing not sure yet, kys + kms jokes will be present, p-ts tooru but 2016, reader is a university student, characters will probably be ooc, my humor may be unfunny (つ﹏⊂)... also!!! im basing this smau off of lyn lapid's song "cross ur mind"

(special thanks to @causenessus for letting me yap to her about this idea!! got me sm more excited to start working on it)

(ALSO thanks to @bokukos for agreeing to help me w all the messages!! labelling you as my cowriter)

introductions :

₊˚⊹⋆ the cafe study gang || seijoh's best 🤷‍♂️

chapters :

⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆ prologue -- landed

⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆ 01. an uncomfortable reunion (new .ᐟ)

⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆ more tba .ᐟ stay tuned ◡̈

[myjealouseyes]

I Can See You.

HJP x wolfstar!daughter

Fame!au, a little suggestive, unsatisfying ending. (I’ll fix it later maybe. No real plot either. Flirting, fun, and vibes) situationship/friends with benefits kind of situation. Loosely based on the TS song. (Surprising I know.)

The thing no one tells you about being invited to these ‘exclusive’ parties full of A-listers and their cliques is how quickly they go bleak. The room reeks of entitlement, which you’re usually able to deal with pretty well, but this time there’s nothing to help you out this time. The drinks are mild, no one’s dancing, and the music selection is incredibly trashy. You’re swirl the liquid in your cup around as you wonder how long you’d have to be here before it was appropriate to leave when you Feel something brush against your knee.

Harry. your minds puts it together quickly, with the sent of his colongue. The one that makes you feel lightheaded. “You’re late.” Is the fist thing you can think to say as his hand subtly moves from your knee up to your thigh, giving it a light squeeze. (You’ve never been more grateful for a tacky tablecloth) He chuckles at you as if the pouty disdain you’ve greeted him with is funny. “Fashionably late.” He corrects, drawling circles over your thigh. He use is his other hand to take a sip of the wannabe-liquor you had been hosting rather than drinking.

“You shouldn’t do things like that.” Your tone shifts to something slightly more chiding. “It’ll give people the wrong idea. And something to leak to the press.” The idea doesn’t even seem to bother Harry. He just looks you and takes another, slower sip from the glass. You know he’s trying to provoke you, but you keep watching anyway. His hand rests against the glass, his fingers flexing around it as if they knew he had an audience. “We’ve done worse in public, they’re used to it.” He waves you off as he puts the glass down. He puts a loose lock of hair behind your ear, as if you’re completely alone in his hotel room again. Maybe that’s what he’s pretending. “And would it really be the wrong idea?” He mumurs.

There’s a question you don’t have the answer to. You and Harry have been doing this…thing, for months. It’s a very will they-won’t-they-esque ‘romance’ that you don’t think you could escape even if you wanted to. You can’t say exactly when the friendship was lines blurred into more intimate ones. One second, it was innocent flirting. The next you were spending nights upon nights in his hotel room instead of yours and hiding out in his trailer while he was on set.

You’re not sure exactly what you from it in the long run either. You’re content with what you have now. You can kiss him and feel the heat of his skin on yours whenever you want and not risk your friendship for it. The voices of reason whisper at the back of your mind, reminding you that you won’t be okay with just that forever. Sooner or later you’d have to admit to yourself, and him, what you’ve known for years. But for now you could still ignore it. Pretend it wasn’t there.

“Maybe not.” you reply simply. “But they don’t need to know that.” Your hand lands on top of the one he’s squeezing your thigh with, tracing it slowly. “I prefer our tryst be just ours.” He raises his eyebrow as all but drops the glass on the table.

“Tryst? Is that what you’re calling it?” Amusement floods his tone as he continues to look you over. It’s similar to have a cat looks at a mouse. (You’d let him catch you willingly if that was the game.)

“Whatever it is,” you ignore his question pointedly. “It’s just ours.” His hand slightly tightens on your thigh as speak, his eyes never leaving yours. You’d give anything to see what this looked like from the outside. Definitely not best friends doing best friend stuff. Not that the people around you would notice, they’re too caught up in their own self obsession. “When can we leave?” He says immediately. You like that he doesn’t beat around the bush. He’s very open about what he wants, when he wants it. (Potter boy syndrome.) Right now, and quite frankly always, that’s you.

You only end up staying another thirty minutes.

[zanashair]

— your presences

Ran Haitani x F!Reader

master list

fluff | female!reader | ib that one ts scene (im sad now)

warning : you're an idol? none.

A/N: hello, here's an old oneshot that i had uploaded on Wattpad but forgot to upload it here, I've been a little dead and unmotivated when it comes to writing, not that i hate it, it's more of a i started to become a little to aware of my way of writing stories, I'll work on that since i have a fanfic i wanted to finish lol, anw, bye for now

The loud cheers from the sea of crowds were the only thing filling up the enormous stadium, you and your idol members continues to keep their energy shined out from the very beginning of the concert till to this very second, your body moved and keep on track to the right rhythm playing in your 'in ear monitor' moving position's and changing turns for each other own part of the song

As you continue to sings all out to your hearts content, you couldn't helped but looked around through the vip section of the seat, hoping to see a certain tall lanky figure with a purple haired and black streaks dyed men sitting somewhere in the vip crowd's 

You threw a glance to the vip section every once in a while, not wanting to be seen as if you were searching for someone specific in the crowds which could grew suspicion to the fans since there is always cameras pointing at them each second. dating was not something banned in your entertainment company, but they gave out a heads up on how those delusional fans could get a bit too rowdy and wild when it comes out to their lovely idol getting their selves a significant other, and it wasn't something that is easy to control...

For what have felt like ages you've been looking out for the obvious purple colored haired men that should've been easily spotted since the hair color stands out a lot, you didn't found him, your heart dropped a bit by the fact you weren't able to find him in the vip crowd, even with the very few minutes break to interact with your crowd of lovely fans asking how their days have been going so far and if they have been enjoying their selves with the performance your group idol have been giving out to them, you weren't able to find him, your bright smile fall off for a momentarily before a forced out one rise back up to your lips

You weren't sad nor disappointed that he weren't there, he has always been a busy man himself, having to deal with their clubs and other businesses work stuff in hand, it were expected that he wouldn't be able to appear and show support in your idol group performance all the time, but he had given out the most sweetest words and promise's on how he will 100% show up on the vip crowd and cheering you like he's your number one fan, but it seems that he got himself busy or maybe something unavoidable happened that he couldn't cancel the plans out

"Y/n, are you ok?" your friend whispered out to you as she sent you a worried expression, you quickly snapped your head towards the girl and nodded telling her that you were more than fine, which she did not believed in the slightest "you're horrible at lying you know~" "do i?" she only let out a giggle and put her arms around your shoulder and proceeds to close her mouth with the back of her hands 

"You're looking for him, don't you?" the mic that each of the idol members were given were all hand mic which you were thankful about since this conversation that had just started were only between you and the member only to know, you then closed your mouth with the back of your hand too and put the right hand which were the hand you were holding onto the mic fell to the side of your thigh "was it that obvious?" she only nodded and once again let's out another giggle

"We could go and search for him in the crowds if you wanted to?" she whispered again with her mouth covered with the back of her hands "isn't that too risky?" sending her a nervous smile she shrugged at your words "we'll just multitask between searching for him and interact with the fans and read their hilarious board too~" 

And just with that, you agreed and started walking to the other 3 members of your group, had a minute talk before you all decided to go a bit more closer to the vip crowd from the stage, looking and interacting a bit with the fans

You and the previous girl that have had been talking with you were walking at the left side of the stage waving, laughing at those creative and funny board the fans held up for you all to read, flashing them smiles and having a short talk and selfies using their phones, but even with all of the stuff you were doing your best to interact with the fans, your eyes kept on searching for him, silently

You were starting to lose hope before you saw a group of 12 light stick of your f/c glow sticks that flashing right at the corner of your eyes, you turned around and were met with the sight of 3 grown man, in suits, one with horribly bright pink hair and the other two with a short and long purple hair, waving your glow sticks at your way, each one of them had two f/c glow sticks in each hand

And there you were met with his beautiful purple gaze, you couldn't helped but let the wide smile crept upon your lips at the sight of it as a laughter bubble up in your throat, ready to burst out from your lips by the sight of them

Rindou clearly seemed like he were too tired to even be there, sanzu were just confused but has kinda gotten the spirit to wave the stick in the sky aggressively, and then there was ran, ran haitani, his gaze screamed "head over heels" and the soft smile has been plastered on him for as long as he could remembered, watching you shine brighter than you already are up on the tall stage, he couldn't helped but let his heart melt a bit at the sight of it

The next thing you knew, without any hesitation, you blowout a kiss to the crowd of fans which made the row of seat squeal in happiness, thinking it were given to them when clearly it were sent to the purpled haired man, but they didn't need to know thay only the both of you do (and rin and sanzu, but not the point), ran reach out his hands for the blown kiss, grabbed it and dramatically put his balled fist on his chest as if had took the kiss you had gave and kept it inside of his heart

Now knowing that ran were 100% in the crowds, watching over you, you couldn't helped but give out an even MORE outstanding performance even after all of the hours, even after your legs were giving out on you and you were breathing in for air, you wanted to give out 1000% of your all 

After the last song were performed, you and your group of friends send out the thankyou's for the crowds and waving them a goodbye before you and the other 4 members disappeared from the stage

At the backstage, you were each given a bottle of water by the staff as they told to every members that they all have done an outstanding performance today like any other performance, thanking for their words one of the other staff called out for your name, telling you that a certain dude named ran haitani were looking for your presence, and with that being told, you took off and ran

looking around for ran in the long hallway of the backstage, you finally found his figure, both hands in each side of the pockets, he turned his head around towards the rapid foot steps that were running towards his way, realizing that it was only you, he sent out another soft smile and he removed both arms from the pockets

"i thought you didn't came! i got so sad when i couldn't find you" and with that, you wrapped your arms around his neck tightly "really now?" he said with an obvious teasing voice lacing in his tone, with your face buried on the crook of his neck, you nodded your head while still hugging tightly onto him "i thought you had to cancel it and had to do other stuff" your words slightly muffled out but still managed to make sense to his ears "i always keep my promises, i am a man of my words after all..." hugging you back tightly, he kissed the crown of your head and let the side of his face fell on top of yours

"and what's with rindou and sanzu coming too? i thought it was just gonna be you?" you lifted your head to look at his eyes "i can't hold all 12 of your glow sticks all alone you know?" you sweat dropped a bit at his words "12 glows stick? why did you got that much?" "just so i can stand out the most" you could only laughed at his statement and shook your head a bit at it 

"i think the suit and purple hair already stand out quite a lot if you asked me"

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[tnsophiaayaonly]

Fandoms I write most are: Genshin Impact (especially Scara/Wanderer or any variant of him, I haven't played natlan tho), Blue Lock, Honkai Star Rail (haven't played the newest too, I think it was phomporeus or SMTH?? I forgo but the designs are oo lala), Cookie Run Kingdom (I js started but I already have so many brain rot of it aaaughh), Alien Stage, Mayhem Massacre (only for mostly adero, not official yet).

IAU - interstellar ancestral union = ts are my oc's!! it's like a passion project or smth, basta oc's ko. (oops)

I can write almost everything but pedophillia or anything with kids that are romantic or sexual... Kys if u like tis stuff or ask for tis stuff, don't care if it's fictional, go kys.

I also can't write ships... Sorry not sorry actually, cause I disliked ships :(( especially anything with scara because I LOVE SCARA SM I'M TOO ATTACHED

X OC's are experimental, if I'm interested enough.

I only do x reader.

All those rape, or incest or anything that are taboo and shit can only be written in a way where it doesn't happen to reader specifically, but happens to sum1 reader knows, which is why I'd have OC's in those shit. And also a happy ending for those. I also put more of a psychological reason or smth on why incest happens like trauma or some shit but never justify this shit.

I can write dead dove do not eat... Like genuinely. Sometime fucked up shit are better to write about... I don't fw this irl though, eww...

I cannot handle writing like actual romances or normalized stuff with those... Eugh.. pls don't pull up with "rin finds out his lil sister likes sae more, so he fucks her dumb till she can't take anymore!!" EW.. pls no👎

And also YANDERE is my main content, I can't see myself writing fluff w/o yandere mentions, or angst just makes me want to pull up with "revenge" ahh plotlines. I can try tho!! It depends on my mood.

I AM ALL FOR SUB AND ALL THOSE LOVESICK AND OBSESSIVE MEN, like when dominant, there are specific characters (like women ex. Yelan, but most of my content are men... BUT JSSJSK they make me bust) I can enjoy being dominant but I can see sub to almost every single one soo...

I am also all for reader's having specific au or persona like... Ermm DROP ITT?? Not appearances tho cause I'd prefer if the reader stays a blank slate when appearances, but personalities ARE MY FAVORITE AAAA.

Like example: [char] with a reader that's a traitor?

Or [char] with a reader that's [insrert every specific detail]

ORR [char] with a reader that acts like [insert another char]

I will cry and kiss u

Anyways, I have school, and I still have to deal with certain shit irl, so writing takes time. ACTUALLY reading and seeing people's support gives me so much happiness and motivation, I love all of u people who comment or reblog or like my posts 💜💜💜

I get sad with hate comments

I can write smut, but when I write it, it depends on my mood a lot.

I also drawww !! Tho i'm not too proud with drawing alongside my writing HAHAHA

Just pls don't make everything abt sex, I don't like writing porn with no plot...😕😕

If ur minor, tis is on YO ASS. And like do not interact at all.

I guess that's all for now

⋆｡‧˚ʚ MASTERLIST ɞ˚‧｡⋆

TW: my main content is yandere, because it's really all I can handle writing...

GENSHIN IMPACT - favs: Scaramouche, Wanderer, Kabukimono.

LUTALICA - Ex yandere! reader x AETHER, SCARAMOUCHE/WANDERER, XIAO, VENTI, KINICH, ORORON

QUAGMIRE - Valentine's Special ❤︎ Spy Scara x Target Reader

THE BEST WAY INTO HIS STOMACH IS HIS HEART! - Cannibalism ♪ Scaramouche

LOVE BITES! - vampire ♪ imagine/concept, Scaramouche

Taglist for now:

All - naynayaa

[notyouraryang0dd3ss]

hello! 🐎 anon here. I'm not Dutch lol but close enough, I'm German. The average person isn't quite as tall as over there but literally no one looks at you twice for your height unless you're like 1.90+ meters. anyway what I came here to rant about was that I keep seeing ts releasing new variants of her album, with one extra song or fucking voice memos or whatever it is she's doing. And oh my god how does she not feel embarrassed for ripping off her fans like that. I'm loosely into kpop and even they have more shame when it comes to albums. At least with the group I mainly follow there's usually three versions of the album (lately a digital version and US/UK/Europe exclusive albums too, which is just greedy bullshit imo). for each version there's a different photobook with idk maybe 40-70 pages?, there's stickers, sometimes random other shit and of course the collectible photocards of the group members. And then they all get released the same day and you know its a cash grab lol but at least you get something for your money (25ish euros per album, 3-5 when you buy them second hand later without the photocards. yes thats crazy) and you know there won't be any random other versions appearing after the album dropped. so I just feel like paying money for music and pretty pictures and stickers even though then you own the cd multiple times is of course still a waste of resources, but at least you get something that isn't just EXACTLY the same thing + 1 new song. at this point I'd just like to say fuck capitalism.

i sooooo agree abt the kpop album releases bc kpop groups releasing multiple versions of the same album makes more sense to me because its usually in diff languages (japanese, chinese) to appeal to a wiser audience (and their new us/uk/etc is probably inspired by taylor’s greedy ass). and sooo true kpop albums come with so much content it (almost) justifies the price (it used to before inflation exploded in USD)

HOWEVER

taylor is fucking crazy. i think its hard for vultures to be ashamed! that woman is the epitome of why girlboss capitalism is never going to free us. where’s the NFT anon because if taylor could sell her albums as NFT’s she WOULD

[thelasttime]

Crush anon <3: word vomit it is ! Tee hee. Basically I've know her for like soo long and I think I might have honestly had a crush on her for close to as long as I've known her, but I didn't even realise I was gay until like 2 years into our friendship and then it's taken me another 2 and a half years after that (1 1/2 years ago) to start facing that I might have a crush on her. I'm literally like v content with just being friends and the way we are right now but sometimes I picture myself with her romantically and I luv it sm too. Like I'd just love to spend every day with her. She's one of my closest friends and I trust her sm and really feel like I can be vulnerable with her which I don't feel with a ton ton of people. This last year and a half or so we've also just been talking tons about our futures and plans and like how we would want to decorate our houses or live or careers or whatever when we meet up too. It like drives me wild. Some of our ideas are compatible and some not but just hypothetically talking about our seperate relationships/ futures makes me want to be like BUT WITH YOU !! I've never actually dated anyone before and she's dated only like 2 ppl but I don't think they were good relationships or v long ones. She's mentioned within the last year or so that she was like I'd like to try out the dating thing again that itn would be nice but I don't think she's actually dated anyone yet and in response I was kinda like haha. Yeah me too. If we did end up dating, id just be nervous that i somehow felt like i was "holding her bqck" from experincing more. But Sometimes I feel like she might be dropping hints but others I'm just lost and like maybe this is just us being close and sharing stuff and talking about things close to us but not nessiciarly saying it's for eachother 😭. We're both about to go back to college so I won't be seeing her for like 3/4 ish months probs </3 but yeah. I'm sure I could literally say so much more haha but that's some of what's been on my mind

She's also like literally gotten me some of the most thoughtful presents and I always try to do the same for her and we've written eachother letters over the years and stuff 😭

Also bonus is that she isn't really a swifite but she does listen to me ramble about ts from time to time <3

me reading this:

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[romilly-jay]

Deja-Vu: A Time-Loop Movie With Somewhat Savage, Somewhat Problematic Elements That I Still Love (**WHY**??) And Re-Watch At Every Opportunity

***spoilers -incl a few big ones, but this movie is from 2006 so...***

***content warnings - murder, terrorism, natural disaster, suicide***

This is a movie I still really enjoy, partly because I will do my best to be onside for anything at all with timey-wimey elements and partly because I continue to find Denzel Washington endlessly watchable.

(Side note, I have a long-ago memory that there was a study which found that people with symmetrical facial features are considered [more?] attractive and giving DW as one example - and... there was:)

But, that said, goodness, 2006 does feel like a long time ago.

(Yes, yes, I know - just watched an episode of University Challenge where a contestant nailed the music question from a few seconds of the intro and then confirmed that no, he hadn't been born back when it was released... in the long-ago year of 2000.)

Specific to the cast and creatives on this movie, 2006 was:

Before Director Tony Scott suicided (2012) and LONG before the sequel to Top Gun, planned for shooting in 2013 with Tom Cruise starring and TS returning as director, finally made it to a well-received theatrical release (2022). NOT before Jim Caviezel played Jesus for the first time (2004) though knowing that he had increases the dissonance of seeing him play a domestic US extremist here.

So I was surprised and pleased to find that a contemporary review of the film is still accessible on The Guardian's website, by film critic Peter Bradshaw, who nearly two decades later still writes (some) reviews. Not bad going, PB! Here's the link to the review:

Here's what PB had to say about one of the two, erm, TRICKY moves the film has to make in order to drive the plot forward - making the POV detective care enough about the female MC to go beyond the standard requirements of his detective role and risk his life for her:

Washington's heart is melted by discovering the body of a beautiful woman called Claire (Paula Patton) who appears to have been separately killed by the terrorist before the bombing took place. Some meet-cute this is. She is a drop dead gorgeous gal who has dropped dead. Washington conceives for the spiffing stiff what I have to say is an unwholesome and necrophiliac tendresse. Who was she? How did she fit in? Carlin is astonished to find that a top-secret team of funky boffins can help him...

Tricky, indeed - and on this, the ?fourth? time of watching, it FINALLY occurred to me that Claire is unreasonably pretty in death considering what is supposed to have been done to her [redacted].

The other 'bigly' problematic aspect is the time is spent watching Claire in her underwear/and occasionally in The Altogether... For context, there's a blah mcblah device that allows the aforementioned funky boffins to look back in time four days (i.e. before Claire was killed). Apparently, they mostly want to use this expensive and top-secret device to hang around in Claire's bedroom. CREEPY. Snaps to the one (Black/female) boffin who questions the need and to the writers for bringing the issue into the room but without going one step further and rewriting to make the surveillance LESS CREEPY - Perhaps they'd argue that the ick was the point? Hmmm OKAY.

Sooooo - what did I like about it, again?

Plenty, but my FAVOURITE thing about it is the liminal space we find ourselves in as soon as the DW MC goes to visit Claire's home.

This is AFTER she's been found dead and BEFORE he discovers the Time Spies angle. The scene is packed with things to tell us (SPOILER) that DW has been here already: the unfriendly cat recognises him, there's a glass that turns out to have his DNA all over it, there are bloodied rags in a bin that turn out to be linked to a bullet wound he receives - and, most intriguing of all, magnetic letters on the fridge that spell the message: U CAN SAVE HER.

If she can be saved, why is she still dead? DW hasn't decided to go back in time yet - he doesn't yet know that this is an option - but he's seeing all kinds of signs that will later tell us - he's already been there.

This would seem entirely logical according to philosopher David Lewis - his position was that time travel is philosophically possible but/and would create some outcomes that seem odd to us. For example, events in the past that are *caused* by things that happen later, chronologically speaking. He says that Time Happens Once, so if a time traveller is going to be in a past moment, anything they will do when they are there has already happened. Just like in this scene.

He also says that time travellers (probably) can't change anything - and that if they do, the timeline will split, possibly with multiple universes or possibly with the original timeline disappearing. In practical terms it doesn't matter either way to the time traveller because they could never get back there.

These ideas are reflected pretty closely in parts of the film and I don't think it's a big leap to imagine that the writers were familiar with Lewis's short article from 1975 where he laid out his thinking:

Fun! With Impossible Time Stuff! Fun!! Fun!! Fun!!!

[a-kaash-me-outside]

➸ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢʏ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀ.

♡ this post actually made me go feral. ♡ ft. multi. (written w atsumu and nanami in mind idc). wc: 1.5k // nsfw minors dni! //

contents: afab reader she/her pronouns, mating press, a lot of cum idk, jerking off, pulling out ˙◠˙, nasty but cute, little bit of dirty talk (there always is with me)

―୨୧⋆ ˚ ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡ he doesn't come inside. why didn't he come inside? did you do something wrong? does he hate you??? ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡ ˚⋆୨୧―

you’re not even really sure when or how you got into this exact position, his hips pressed against the backs of your thighs, random pillows shoved under your hips, your hand braced on the wall behind you to keep your head from knocking against it. you don’t notice the stretch or how uncomfortable this position should feel or what you might look like from his point of view, folded nearly in half, knees practically bracketing your own cheeks. 

you’re not thinking about how you look because you can’t. you can’t focus on anything else right now. your eyes are transfixed on the perfect view between your legs, on watching his thick cock disappear between your puffy lips. your pretty cunt is devouring him, so fucking tight that he might as well not even be moving, you’re sucking him in so nicely. 

and you get to see it all, the mess on the length of his cock as he pulls out, the way he sinks into you inch by inch, the sticky strings- a mixture of both of you- at the base of his cock and the tops of his thighs and the insides of yours. you can’t stop looking at it.

he moves one hand from gripping into the back of your thigh, goes to use the side of his thumb against your swollen clit, but you grab his wrist. you don’t even look up at him as you shake your head, placing his hand back where it was rooted before, because as much as your clit is throbbing and as much as your pussy clenches at the thought of him rubbing rough circles between your sloppy lips, you’d rather suffer without than go even a second with this view obstructed.

you reach up, fingernails softly scraping down the sides of his face. in the heat of the moment, with no remorse at all, he melts into your palm, resting his cheek against the warmth of your hand, placing a kiss into your wrist. “shit, ts so fucking good,” he groans, tilting his head back, chin to the ceiling as your hand falls down to his neck and then rests on his collarbone.

“fuck, pretty, i’m-,” you look up at him, tearing your eyes away from between your legs for just a second to nod repeatedly. he doesn’t have to say it, you can feel it. the throb of his cock against your walls only causes you to tighten around him more. the rhythm of his hips is faltering, thrusts becoming less thoughtfully repetitive, more desperately chasing. you keep nodding as you focus your attention on his cock, the erratic thrusts, swallowing harshly as your brain starts to fill in the coming events. 

his hips pressing against the insides of your thighs, him leaning all of his weight on you to get even fucking deeper, matching the pulses of his cock with the streams of come that paint your walls, his balls snug against your ass tightening as he unloads inside of you, and when he finally finishes, the sight of him pulling out after he’s kept your hole plugged for long enough, his length covered in your come and his, heavy cock dragging against the mattress as the last drop lazily drools onto the sheets.

but when you snap back, lips parting in a whimper from the anticipation, your stomach drops, eyebrows furrowing on instinct, a pout forming on your lips and in the back of your throat, but it all happens so quickly. he leans back, pulling out of you, wrapping his fist around his throbbing cock and stroking up and down the length.

a lot of words are coming to mind, but the loudest one is jealous. 

your eyes are stuck on his fist, on the way he’s tightening his grip around the head, as he fucks into the tight hole he’s made, as he spills over the side of his hand, tip nestled right above his finger and his thumb as he unloads, streams of come landing on your stomach matched with low groans and short huffs. and there’s so fucking much of it, rope after rope of thick, warm come covering your body, and none of it where you want it the most.

your walls are quivering and your hole is fluttering and you’re so empty and you wish you were his fucking hand. you're envious of his fist and his fingers and his palm. were your tight, gummy walls not good enough for him? was your cunt not warm enough, not snug enough? 

he keeps fisting his cock through his high, hips thrusting to meet the motions even after his heavy balls are completely drained onto your stomach, grunting as his flush head gets so sensitive that he has to drop his hand, splaying it on the back of your thigh, digging his fingernails into the fat as his hips jerk forward again in recovery. 

“fuck, felt so fuckin- fuck, you’re fucking so perfect,” he breathes, forearms almost shaking as he tries to recompose himself. when he finally does, at least somewhat, collect himself, he notices your expression, not like you were hiding it, not like you even could. he wasn’t expecting this at all, this disappointment sown into every one of your features after how incredible he thought it was. he’s wracking his brain on what he could’ve done wrong. “hey, pretty, what.. what’s wrong?”

“do you hate me?” you ask, lip sucked between your teeth and you can’t even bother to care about the tears well up in your eyes. 

“what?” he says, looking down at you, more confused than ever. “what do you mean?” he asks.

“you pulled out,” you say, and he almost thinks you’re fucking with him with how serious you’re acting, but your tone has such earnestness and your expression is unwavering and holy fuck, you’re being so genuine. “you didn’t come inside.”

still, he has to ask, just to be sure, “are you kidding?”

a tear rolls down the side of your face and he reaches down to wipe it away as you shake your head no. “you used your hand instead of me. did i do something wrong?”

if at any point you told him you were joking, he would’ve instantly believed you, but you’re not doing that. no, you’re being completely serious and every time you explain yourself more, he almost gets more confused. this was the first time you had slept together. the two of you hadn’t talked about that before you started, so why would he have-

but you look so distraught, like you’re actually taking it to heart that he didn’t come inside of you and all he wants to do is remedy that. he leans down, presses a kiss to your temple and then your pout. “god, no, i don’t hate you and you did nothing wrong,” he says, tone just as honest as yours. he thinks about explaining, about asking why it’s so important, but he forgoes all of that, will tackle it in a few hours.

instead, he places his fingers against your lips. you kiss them at first and then he pushes them past your lips and you suck them into your mouth. they slide against your tongue and you can taste the drying come that spilled over his fingers. he watches your disappointment start to fade, a small smile on your face as you swallow around his digits. “i’m so sorry,” he says, shaking his head back and forth with the tiniest movements. “i’ll never do that again, okay?”

he trails his hand down from your lips, pulls his palm through the come that made it to your chest. when he gets to your stomach, he picks up his wrist, lets only his two fingers drag through the pool on your stomach, leaving a trail of his come leading directly to your pussy. he pushes his fingers inside as deep as he can and then he uses three fingers on your stomach, scooping up as much as he can and repeating the motion. “is that better?” he asks, and you answer with a throaty whimper and a breathy nod. 

he’s slow with his movements, intentional with his stare. he doesn’t even let you look, uses a come-drenched finger on your chin to force your gaze every time you try to catch a glimpse between your legs. “next time, i’ll come so deep you can taste it. leave you pressed like that for hours so it never leaks out, okay?” he promises.

you can feel it. the come that had collected on your skin is smeared down your stomach and onto your pussy, rubbed into your clit, stuffed inside of you as best he can over and over and over and over until every drop is either fingered into your walls or dried onto your skin. every time it threatens to leak out of your hole, he pushes his come back inside. 

the most sincere apology he can offer. 

♡ thinkin' about: nanami, atsumu, choso, gojo, geto, tsukki, bokuto, + ur fav ♡

♡ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ♡