#not uhh rivalry???

[doomrichards]

I commissioned Rachael Stott for Reed Richards kissing long-haired Victor von Doom at C2E2 2024!

Rachael was telling me how when she drew the original long-haired Doctor Doom her gf asked who that was and he looks handsome and now she was also at the con to see this Doom kissing Reed drawn lol!!

I’m glad I got Rachael & Rachael’s gf approval!! ☺️

I hope I remembered the gist of the story haha!!

[demonic0angel]

DC X DP: the Flash family keep messing with time travel. Clockwork keeps making the Phantom family fix time related problems. These two facts mean that whenever a Phantom sees a Flash, they immediately start throwing hands.

Part 2

Part 3

Bart was crossing the living room quickly when Dani spotted him. In an instant, she transformed and flew across the room to tackle him with a shriek. They both landed on the floor and then they were wrestling like a pair of tantrum-throwing toddlers. Thankfully, neither of them was out to kill, but Cassie stared at them in exasperation.

"C'mon, you guys, again? It's only 8 AM."

Kon flew into the room, pausing at the sight of Dani and Bart fighting on the floor. He had Tim slung over his shoulder as he slowly drifted back to the ground.

"Uhh... are they fighting again?"

Cassie nodded, chewing on her breakfast.

Kon sighed, dumping Tim onto a chair. Tim was snoring and with him still sleeping, Cassie gently placed a piece of waffle into his open mouth with a smirk.

Kon shook his head as he put his hands on his hips. "Why are they always doing this?"

"Something about time travel, missions, and rivalry? And the speed force?" Cassie answered.

Tim sat up, chewed on the piece of waffle that Cassie had put into his mouth, and then mumbled, "It's because when the Flash family use their speed force powers, they mess with the timeline and the Phantoms have to go fix it. It's happened so often that now there's an attack-on-sight for any of the Flash family."

Kon blinked. The other two were still fighting and it seemed as though Dani was winning because she was choking Bart with her elbow.

Everyone ignored it.

"Wait, how do you know about it?" Kon asked.

Tim reached for Cassie's plate for a piece of egg. "Her brother keeps attacking Wally every time they see each other when they visit Dick."

[whenlilyfallsinlove]

amortentia

fred weasley x ravenclaw reader. this is a quite short one sorryyyy!!

"AND CAPTAIN L/N HAS THE QUAFFLE, SHE SHOOTS AND SHE GETS PAST WOOD. SHE SCORES. 10 POINTS TO RAVENCLAW." lee jordan's dejected voice was heard from his commentating box.

you smile to yourself. you were captain of the ravenclaw quidditch team and you were absolutely determined to win the quidditch cup. you knew it was probably unlikely, gryffindor had harry potter who was a magnificent seeker, but secretly you thought your seeker cho was just as good.

"SAMUELS. INGLEBEE. BE RUTHLESS. THE WEASLEYS ARE!! STOP BEING POLITE." you order your beaters, to which they rolled their eyes but listened none the less.

fred weasley, one of the gryffindor beaters and someone you'd say you had a "playful rivalry" with, heard you say this.

"i knew you loved me really l/n." he shouted, smiling and then aiming a bludger at you.

you expertly dodged it and caught the quaffle from burrow, another chaser.

"you wish weasley." you zoomed past him and chucked the quaffle into the hoop.

"L/N SCORES AGAIN, ANOTHER TEN POINTS TO RAVENCLAW." lee shouted.

"i thought your team was supposed to be good, weasley." you smirk at him.

"shut up." fred scowls at you, and you grin.

your chat was however disrupted by harry potter, the gryffindor seeker, casting a patronum spell.

you turn to see some slytherin 3 years laying on the floor, gasping. you chuckle at the sight.

what you don't laugh at, however, is harry holding up the snitch, ending the match. gryffindor had won.

"i thought your team was supposed to be good l/n." fred mocked you.

"shut up." you flew back to the rest of your team, probably to give them a speech.

you were quite in awe at the patronus charm harry had produced, so you went over to him, whilst he was, no doubt, being praised by his teammates.

"good game wood." you look at the gryffindor captain.

"good game l/n." he nods back at you.

"you're not here to attack us, are you? for winning? ravenclaw can't win all the time, you know." fred asks you.

you roll your eyes playfully.

"whatever, i'm actually here to speak to harry. your patronus spell was incredible! how did you even do that?!" you smile at him, which catches fred off guard.

"o-oh uhh t-thank you, professor lupin taught me." harry blushed, not used to the female attention.

"it was brill." you gave him another smile.

"flirting with potter won't change the result of the match, love." fred smirked at you.

"i'm not.. you know what." you shake your head and walk back to you own team, not before you immaturely stuck your tongue out at fred before you left.

"unbelievable" fred muttered, but he was smiling.

"just admit you fancy her, mate." george nudged him

"never."

over the next week, you kept your head down, keeping a low profile, like you always did when you lost a match. you had a competitive nature, so of course you were annoyed.

you weren't looking forward to potions. sure you were good at it, but snape infuriated you. and you also shared a class with the gryffindors. fred weasley would be there, your "enemy". you groaned to yourself.

as you arrived, late, may you add, resulting in 10 points off ravenclaw, you had realised snape was putting people in pairs for the potions you'd be making.

"jordan and george weasley, johnson and spinnet, l/n and-"

you waited for whoever snape was going to pair you with.

"fred weasley."

"for godrics sake." you frowned. just your rotten luck.

you moved next to him, avoiding eye contact.

"we meet again" fred smirks.

"seems like you can't get enough of me." you respond.

"i-" his words were cut off by snape.

"today, we are going to be brewing amortentia. l/n, what is amortentia?"

"the most powerful love potion in the world, it's supposed to smell differently for every wizard." you respond.

"smart-arse" fred nudges you.

you roll your eyes, but you were smiling.

"quite vague, but correct l/n. it is the most powerful love potion in existence. you are all going to be brewing it today." snape instructs, and leaves you to work.

"weasley, get the pearl dust." you say, beginning to pour the ingredients already out in the cauldron.

"on it." he salutes and winks at you.

you shake your head and continue to work. when fred comes back, you are surprised in how much you were getting on.

"thats time up." snape points to you and fred. "you two, what can you smell?"

"i smell... i smell.. i don't bloody know, y/n move away from me, all i can smell is your shampoo." he frowned at you.

"don't be ridiculous, let me have a go.." you smell your potion.

"right fred, shift, your cologne is overbearing, it's all i can smell." you sigh.

the other students laugh, realising what was happening.

"that's all i need." you could've sworn you saw a hint of a smile on snape's face.

oh. oh. you had smelt fred in your amortentia. no way. you couldn't have. this was insane. but.. it made sense.

"looks like you fancy me l/n." fred grins, but you could see him blushing slightly.

"i think you're the one that fancies me." you respond, with a small smile.

he shakes his head.

"you caught me... look do you want to go to hogsmeade on saturday? i promise i won't tease you about us beating you."

and to your surprise, you found yourself saying yes.

[themultifanshipper]

The crash was horrible. You scared yourself and everyone else when your car hit the wall with a sickening crunch. But the person you scared the most was Sebastian.

Warnings: Smut, oral, squirting, plot is similar to my other Seb fic (it was based on the same prompt) but this one is more angsty and fluffy and the vibes are completely opposite lmao, but the smut is also disgusting, barely edited tbh

His car had minimal damage, so he was just going to carry on, but the glare of flames in his mirrors was enough for him to panic and stop the car to go and help get you out of the flaming wreck, despite Christian shouting at him to continue over the radio. He just couldn’t leave you, never mind what he portrayed to the cameras, you meant too much to him and he would never have forgiven himself if he’d been that selfish.

But by the time he got there you were already out of the car, being helped across the gravel by a marshal. As he approached, you threw your helmet at him and screamed.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING? PULLING A MOVE LIKE THAT YOU COULD HAVE GOT US KILLED! DO YOU THINK YOU'RE MICHAEL SCHUMACHER OR SOMETHING YOU B-"

You jumped on each other at the same time, scratching and punching at each other like children, and the marshal was forced to call for reinforcements to get you separated.

Later, during post-race interviews (you'd both been banned from the press conference) you were asked what happened and you got incredibly wound up again just talking about how careless and dangerous Seb’s move was.

Your press officer moved you off quickly to avoid any further incidents, but unfortunately for her Seb arrived at that moment, and you noticed that he looked rather pale, but that didn’t stop him from going straight to the interviewer you were just talking to.

“So, Seb, tell me about the incident, and what do you think of your rivalry with, uhh-” She glanced over to where you were standing only a few feet away, waiting.

Seb looked at you before answering. “She’s a promising talent, and no doubt she is beautiful, but she shouldn’t be in formula one.”

Before you could jump on him and cause another scene, you were dragged away to your post-race debrief before being sent back to the hotel.

Unbelievable! You crashed because of him, ruining both your races. And he had the audacity to say you didn’t belong in formula one? What a fucking joke! To say he was out of line would be an understatement, but of course, if you complained you would just be labelled as emotional, or immature, or god forbid, on your period. That’s one you had gotten once during an interview and the man swiftly ended up with a broken nose, which of course didn’t help your image, but it felt good none the less. What didn’t feel good was how little Seb had seemed to care about what happened. He could have killed you, he could have killed himself.

Hours later, you were still seething with rage when you heard a knock at the door.

The last person you expected to see when you opened it was Seb.

“I have nothing to say to you” You tried to slam the door in his face but he blocked it with his foot, making him wince.

“I know, but I just want you to know that I wasn’t playing for the cameras when I ran to get you on the track, I was worried I had caused you-“

“Oh give me a break! You crashed and saw an opportunity to look like the bigger person and come recue the damsel in distress but guess what? I didn’t NEED you Seb!”

“No, I didn’t crash! Christian told me to keep going but I stopped the car for you!”

You frowned at him, gears turning in your mind. “You stopped the car? Why the hell would you do that?”

He sighed frustratedly “Because I panicked! I saw fire and I was worried about you!”

“Oooh you were worried about me!” You parroted in the meanest tone you could muster, ignoring the beating of your heart at his words “You were worried about me because I don’t belong in this tough manly sport of yours is that it?”

He paused at your words, seemingly hurt at the implications behind them.

“You shouldn’t be in formula one, I stand by that. But not because you’re a woman, or a bad driver. It’s because I don’t want you in formula one. I don’t want you to be in that kind of danger, and I would never forgive myself if something happened to you on my watch!”

Tears prickled your eyes as you took a step back from him. “So I should just give it all up huh? I should give up my dream just because you’re scared of hurting me?  What the fuck is wrong with you? I chose this! I chose motorsports for the adrenaline! The competition! The passion! What I didn’t sign up for was you crashing into me every chance you get because you can’t handle being beaten by a girl!”

Tears were properly streaming down your face by now, and you went to push Seb out of your room, but he caught your arms and pinned you against the door instead.

“Let me go Seb! Get out!”

No! You’re misunderstanding me and I’m not leaving until I’ve said what I came to say! I care about you because despite you being a constant bitch around me, I’ve seen your real personality! And as much as you hate me, I just can’t bring myself to hate you! I didn’t want to save you to look like a hero, I wanted to save you because the thought of losing you was just-” he got choked up and you could see tears forming in his eyes as they stared intently into yours. “It… I-”  He took a deep breath “It would have been too painful.”

You gulped. “Seb, are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“I love you, and I’ve loved you since-“

You surged forward and kissed him.

He reciprocated quickly, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you in closer.

You honestly couldn’t say how long the two of you made out in the dark corner of your room for, but after a while you both ran out of oxygen and had to separate, breathing hard. His hands slid down to your thighs, picking you up easily and carrying you swiftly to the bed.

It became a competition to see who could get their clothes off faster, and you laughed at each other as you struggled to get your race suits off.

Once you were both naked, he climbed over you and started the long expedition over your curves and dips, kissing and marking every expanse of skin he came across. You writhed and squirmed at the attention, needing him to just get on with it. When he finally got up to your mouth, he was hard and you could feel his dick poking at your thigh.

“Please Seb, I need you to fuck me now” you whined, wrapping your legs around his waist to get him closer, but he refused, instead sitting backwards and kneeling between your legs to get a look at you.

“Calm down Schatz, I need to prepare you first, I don’t want to hurt you” he said soothingly, running his hands up and down your thighs before stopping just shy of your folds, using his thumbs to spread you open for him.

“God you are so wet for me” he groaned and dipped a thumb inside before bringing it to his mouth, sucking your juices off and groaning even louder. “And you taste so good, baby, fuck!”

He dipped a finger in gently, then two and pumped them a few times, making you mewl, before pulling them out and sucking them clean.

“I’m obsessed” he panted “I’m sorry baby, I need to taste more.” And with that he dove down and devoured you like a man starved, running his tongue over your lips and clit with gusto. His fingers soon joined and he hit that spot immediately, over and over. You quickly felt an orgasm building in your loins as your thighs tightened around his head and you fingers tugged on his hair.

“Seb, I’m so close baby!”

“I know” he growled and doubled down on his efforts, making you writhe in pleasure as the pressure building in your stomach became too much as he assaulted your clit with his talented mouth.

Your orgasm hit you so hard you couldn’t even get a breath in to make any noise as you came all over his face and chest.

He sat up over you and you saw that his hair was drenched, plastered to his forehead as drops of your cum slid down his nose and landed on your body.

He was grinning like a maniac, ecstatic at having made you come so hard you squirted on him.

“That’s never happened before!” you panted but he just smashed his lips to yours and grabbed your face, spreading wetness all over you both as his chest lay over yours.

It was disgusting.

But so, so incredibly hot.

“Fuck me now, please Seb?”

“Okay Schatz, your wish is my command” and with no further ado, he rubbed his tip through your folds a few times before sinking into you all the way to the hilt.

He was so thick it was hard to breathe as the stretch knocked the breath from your lungs, and you clung on to him for dear life.

It didn’t take either of you long to come, and you did so almost simultaneously, foreheads touching, breathing in each other’s air, wrapped around each other as tight as possible.

You being incapable of walking just yet, he carried you to the shower and helped you wash, giggling as the sensation of his hands scrubbing over your skin made you ticklish.

It’s only when you got out of the shower and looked in the mirror that you noticed the marks he had left from his earlier ministrations. Small bruises littered your legs, hips, stomach, chest and neck.

“Dammit Sebastian! It’s summer and you’ve turned me into a dalmatian!” You shrieked, but he just laughed and smacked your ass on his way back to the bedroom.

“I’m serious! I can’t go out in public like this!”

He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your shoulder. “Now everyone can stop flirting with you”

You tuned around in his arms “Awww, is my Sebby jealous?” You cooed.

He huffed “I am not jealous, but I am yours” he smiled, leaning down and kissing you.

He finally had you after years of loving you, and he was going to savour every second of it.

Of course the first person you saw the next morning was Jenson freaking Button.

He took one look at you, in shorts and a tank top, dozens of hickeys on display, then at Seb who had just appeared behind you in the lobby, connected the dots immediately and shrieked in laughter, attracting the attention of the few other drivers who had come down early for breakfast.

You were never living this down.

[echooefrost]

Tell me this wouldn't make a fire AU, CONVINCE ME. Just an idea I had: figure skating but lanyde with competitive rivalry and tension - the dynamic works too well for this. (I'm imagining the plot going something along the line of blades of glory idk) ummm the art is a bit messy but it's kind of a sketch so it doesn't matter too much. This might be the only AU where Jekyll doesn't exist? Yeah no, sorry he's uhh... not here lmao. Yes I know they are wearing Female leotards HOWEVER they slay more, and we can't have an AU where all parties are not serving. this is all basically inspired by an old sketch I did, where Hyde's outfit looks a lot clearer:

[pendarling]

Mind Reading Confession

'Just do it already.' Villain groaned in their mind as they watched Hero swallow their words once more and shuffle in their spot.

They were doing that stupid thing again. Villain's eyes narrowed on the smaller figure temporarily frozen in their spot against the wall that Villain had them cornered in with their face littered with an irritating shade of pink. They scoffed under their breath. It was a curse to read Hero's mind, but it came into use at certain points.

Of course, Villain never told anybody of their strange abilities to read into the mind of any person within their proximity; that would be stupid. However, should Hero ever learn of this it would be the death of them. Because, unlike most enemies Villain had faced off against, Hero had become affectionate in their interactions and turned to love instead of the seething hatred Villain expected them to harbour.

To prevent the rivalry from further twisting, Villain had sworn secrecy on Hero's plight. After all, they did not intend to ruin their adversary's image by using underhanded tricks such as utilizing their feelings as a weapon. No, Villain hadn't intended for this at all and nothing, not even these trivial matters of the heart, would prevent Villain from continuing with their initial plans.

However, Hero had decided to become bold. Today, they assumed, would be the perfect day to confess finally. Not that Villain wasn't already aware previously, but this could be some entertainment.

Hero stood with their hands fiddling in front of them, and their gaze stared down, occasionally flickering back up to Villain again.

"Well, go on then. I haven't got all day to waste." Villain tapped their fingers on the wall next to Hero's head. This might be the bravest thing Hero will ever do.

They cleared their throat, "Uhh... what I wanted to tell you was..."

'What am I doing?'

Villain blinked; they weren't going to cower now, were they? "Don't you dare backtrack," Villain said aloud. As much as they hated this ridiculous little show Hero was putting on, they were willing to hear it anyway.

'I can't.' Hero's thoughts rung out, and Villain found themselves growing impatient.

Hero's heart rate increased, "What I was going to say..." They trailed.

In the quietness, a mess of thoughts poured from Hero, racing to finish their sentences with whatever they could think of before it was too late. It was a haphazard of ideas and brief memories that grew into nonsense. Villain focused in on each word, hearing each worried and passionate voice shouting out to be heard first, and through all those one question seemed to have overpowered the rest, loud and clear.

'What if they reject me?'

"Never mind." Hero spoke. They hand a finger to one side of their head, looking away, "It wasn't that important anyway."

It didn't bother them that they didn't confess. At least that's what Villain told themselves. What really bothered them was that even though Hero had gone out of their way to get Villain to show up and listen, they still didn't take the opportunity; they didn't feel like it was right, and sure, it was puzzling to become so deeply attached to one another despite working on opposite ends, but what Villain felt... was a disappointment.

Hero stepped past them, "Sorry for bothering you with this." They muttered, their cape fluttered behind them as they walked away with their face growing red and a smile that Villain knew was all too fake for their taste.

Villain looked back at Hero; their feelings conflicted. For the first time, they didn't feel the necessity to mock further or resent them.

'What's gotten into me?'

Before Villain could understand, their lips moved, "How could you be so selfish?"

They stopped in their tracks and turned to look directly at Villain. "What?"

"So you're to keep what you wanted to say all to yourself then?" Villain seethed, their hands turning into fists to stop themselves from reaching out and grabbing Hero.

Hero blinked absently, "I-- I don't know what's gotten into me. It was a mistake, really." They waved a hand dismissively with that same smile.

"What about me?" They held their tongue, stopping themselves short from speaking further. Hero's eyes widened.

Villain promised they didn't care; it didn't affect them at all, yet they needed to hear it.

Hero froze, "What about you?" They repeated.

"You were going to say something important, I know you were, you thought it, and you came ready. Don't be an idiot."

"You wouldn't care what I have to say." They laughed coldly. "You're the one who always reminds me of that."

Villain scowled sharply, "Because I can tell when you're lying." What Villain wanted to say was Hero's thoughts deceived their lips, but they held their tongue.

'If you say it, they'll laugh at you. Don't do it.'

"I won't laugh."

"Hm?" Hero's eyes shot up at them, and Villain had to shut their lips again. It wasn't like them to respond to their thoughts so quickly. Usually, they'd ignore it, but they couldn't this time. They wanted to know what bothered Hero so much that it prevented them from working up the courage to speak.

"I said, I won't laugh." They spoke again slowly. They hesitated to say anything else for fear of ruining what this had become.

Hero rubbed on their arm, "Okay. Well, I'll say it then."

Villain nodded, anticipation building up between them as they lingered closer so as not to miss even a single phrase of the words from Hero's lips.

"It's not really professional," They started, "and I'm probably going to get embarrassed." Their eyes stayed on the ground beneath them.

Villain licked their lips, and they felt their legs shaking from the weight of it all. It wasn't supposed to be them standing scared, and yet they were. "And?"

"And... I thought that maybe I should-- because you're not really something I hate as much as I should, even though we work on opposite sides." Gosh, their stuttering was going to be the death of Villain.

'Get on with it.' Villain thought.

"So maybe I kinda don't hate you as much, and--" Their cheeks turned warm, "and I really actually like... you." Hero closed their eyes and clenched their teeth with shame at the confession, a mess of words that were nothing like they wanted it to go. They weren't even sure if that counted as a confession at all. They could only shrug afterward with their hands tossed up in slight defence. "Or it's whatever--"

"No, I get what you mean." Villain cut. They couldn't have them backtracking.

"You do?"

They nodded rigidly in their spot. "So that's all then?" They turned away calmly, looking to the distance behind them.

"Yeah." Hero looked up at them for the first time and caught their eyes with worry. "Is it bad?"

"I didn't laugh, did I?" Villain huffed, "See, this wasn't as hard as you thought." They smiled underneath all their silence.

Hero swallowed, and Villain could still see that look of eager desire to hear more from them. They took a deep breath and spoke. "I accept it, okay? So don't go overthinking this."

Hero rubbed their sweating hands together in front of them, "I wasn't overthinking this at all."

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[katsula]

Hey, I'm glad the requests are open! Look what I found on Pinterest!

Could you write a sweet rivalry between these two characters for y/n's attention? It can be a mild yandere if you don't mind of course. ( o˘◡˘o)

Well uhh.. Sure! Maybe I can do that but uhh.. Idk if I can or not, I will try

Literally them in a nutshell:

Luffy:Y/n please my dear.. I want your attention please... My love.. My pirate queen...

Also Luffy:Y/n is mine! Get your own girl!

Nika! Luffy:Oh my beautiful sunshine! I want you attention please! I love you!

Also Nika! Luffy:No.. She's mine!

Y/n be like:Uhmm, what the sigma

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Ahh crap sorry if it's short cuz I ran out of ideas so yeah, bai :-P

[cherimoyatea]

hello hi! ik the fandom mostly favors interactions between LIs & MCs/Readers but i was wondering if you have your own ideas between the LADS boys like friendship headcanons between them? how their dynamic works and which would be the best bros with each other or strongest siblings rivalry vibes between them (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

hopefully this is alright to request! 🙏🏻

Hi Annonie!

Thank you for your request! I saw the wonderful @irandial already sharing her thoughts on the same request, and I couldn't agree more with her on the boys! But since you asked I'll also drop some headcanons 🤭

I've always imagined what their life would be like if they happened to share a house and how their dynamics would play out, so I'll set the scenario based on your request.

Remember, these are headcanons and just for fun 🩷

❧ The LaDs Men as Friends - Shared house edition

He's the loudest—always getting on everyone's nerves with his antics and pouty demands. Rafayel will block the bathroom for hours with his extensive baths and beauty routines: Since he's basically a fish on land, he's super cautious about keeping his skin hydrated.

Imagine him opening the bathroom door in a bathrobe, with a face mask on and a bowknot keeping his purple bangs off his forehead, as he yells at the other guys: ''I'm gonna burn y'all in your sleep if ya don't stop knocking on the damn door!!'' Then he slams the door shut, locks it again, and puts his Airpods on full blast, while the others continue to desperately hammer against the bathroom door, needing to use the toilet.

Rafayel pretends to be annoyed by everyone in his household and murmurs''These silly humans...'' while also using his evol and wielding his dagger to protect his friends without hesitation whenever they run into trouble. Though they get on his nerves sometimes, he wouldn't want it any other way.

Xavier is in a constant catfight with Rafayel for always eating his cheesesticks behind his back. In general, he's the one who constantly empties the fridge and eats everyone's snacks and food. Even Zayne can't help but let out an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose in disbelief, when he finds another empty cookie package in the cabinet—for the third time this week. And its only Tuesday.

Whenever Xavier isn't busy snacking, his friends usually find him either reading a book or napping in the most unusual places around the house, giving them daily heart attacks. Once, Sylus almost spilled his drink when he tripped over Xavier's sleeping form, curled up on the soft, fluffy carpet in the dimly lit hallway. ''Uhh... I'm not quite sure how I ended up sleeping on the floor... it just looked so comfy here and the stairs to the bedroom seemed like too much effort…'' He rubs his neck sheepishly and gets up with a yawn, while Sylus taps his foot impatiently, shaking his head at the silver-blond.

Definitely the ''mom'' of the friend group. He takes care of everyone's well-being while occasionally cracking one of his dry jokes, causing an awkward silence in the room. Surprisingly, nobody feels called out when he scolds his friends for eating too much junk food or staying up too late. ''Rafayel, where are your slippers? The floor is cold—at least wear some socks.'' And the Lemurian? He rolls his eyes and mumbles something under his breath but eventually gets up to grab some socks from his room.

Zayne always has an open ear for his friends. Whenever someone needs to get something off their chest, they approach the Doctor, and he genuinely tries to comfort them. ''Xavier… I don't think Sylus hates you for accidentally poisoning him with your tiramisu. However. Make sure to remember that dishes with raw eggs need to be refrigerated…''

He's the one who would probably get along with everyone, giving off protective big-brother vibes. He mostly watches his friends quietly from the background with an amused smirk, shaking his head at Rafayel causing a scene over someone spilling his paint, Xavier serving a suspicious-looking tiramisu, or Zayne gathering the others laundry from the floor with a frown. ''Doc, are you sure you want to touch that? I remember seeing the fish doing... unholy things with those socks.'' Sylus says with a mischievous grin, earning a dead stare from Rafayel. ''Hold up! I did WHAT?!''

He just loves teasing these idiots.

But Sylus is also the life of the party and always up for a night out with his friends. The guys had a blast at the karaoke bar once when Sylus was drunk enough to wholeheartedly sing Miley Cyrus' Wrecking Ball. Of course, Rafayel recorded the whole show and teased him the next morning while the silver-haired man had the worst hangover ever. ''Listen, Fish... I'm adding a cat to this household if you don't delete that NOW!''

[annieversary3]

what if i put poison in your meal, would that be fucked up or what?

i think it would be kinda neat we could start this cool kinda rivalry thing. we could be like an enemy's for life type thing. i could set some traps in ur apartment or something like that. wait no i dont have the address to your new place ummmm. maybe instead i can uhhh send u a mail bom- wait no i also need ur address for that umm uhhhh okay what if i hack u what if i uhh like um ddos ur website. would that be a good enough response

idk im drinking bad chilean wine i cant really think rn, how much time do i have to come up with a good enough threat so i can keep up the quality of our newly formed rivalry

[sea-lanterns]

Female lions usually grow manes due to lots of testosterone, so I really don't doubt that Deyha would grow one

Additionally, 'panther' isn't a species and it's just a term for a feline that has too much melanin. There's cases of leopards and lions becoming 'panthers', though jaguars get them most often.

Cougars/Mountain Lions/Pumas have also been called panthers (among WAY too many other names), even though I don't believe they've ever been all black before.

Additionally, snow leopards, tigers, and cheetahs, along with bobcats have never been recorded as being all black like panther be. They have been recorded as having melanism, but not hyperblack melanism like with what's seen on panthers.

Anyway, bringing this up because I've been wondering what kind of panther Arlecchino is.

And I thought it would be funny if she had a mix of all the traits?

Like, she can swim better than any other felid, because she's part jaguar (might even have extra webbing), the climbing prowess of a leopard (able to drag up to 220 pounds into a tree), and umm... I don't know much about lions, 'cause they're pretty boring to me, but maybe Arle has a mane too?

Additional fun-fact about lions. Ones with darker manes are seen as more attractive because darker mane=more testosterone, so if Arle does get a mane, it'd be funny to see how jealous Deyha is of it.

All this said, I just found out panther is also what a cougar is called, so maybe you just mean that Arlecchino is a cougar, if so then... uhh... I hope you found the random stuff I spewed cool :>

—🪽

The big cat infodump I didn’t know I needed until now :0

If we are talking about what kind of big cat Arlecchino would be as panthers aren’t an actual species, I’d say she’d probably be a jaguar like Xilonen! Ever since this AU started, Jaguar! Xilonen and Panther! Arleccchino have always been paired together as they have some sort of rivalry. I think it’d be neat if they were actually both Jaguar hybrids, but Arlecchino’s coat color has a lot of melanin which causes her to be called a “panther.”

Also the thought of Arlecchino being a black lion hybrid is so intriguing too! Since you mentioned that the darker the lion’s mane is, the more attractive they are to mates, I can see Dehya getting jealous because Arlecchino’s mane would be all pitch black! That makes her think you’d be more attracted to Arleccchino’e mane rather than hers! Even though Dehya’s mane is also pretty dark considering her dark hair…

Lol, imagine Lion! Dehya forming a rivalry with Lion! Arlecchino too! Arlecchino beefs with everyone no matter what species of hybrid she is, poor baby 😭😭

[haikyu-mp4]

By comparison

Fluffy workplace romance working as a volleyball player in the Olympics with your rival and crush Hoshiumi, for my workplace romance event <3

requested by anonymous. word count; 933 – f!reader

Oh, the Olympics. The sound of volleyballs slamming whether you’re on the court or in the hallways, of shoes squeaking on the floor and wearing down the soles, and of course, of the inescapable men’s volleyball team being so loud. In particular, you were currently walking in front of Hoshiumi, Hinata and Kageyama, who loudly argued about whatever while you tried to focus on your teammates' chatter.

“Hey, chibi!” you heard, and it made you squint before you even bothered to turn around to see the hair of that arrogant-

“Hey, pigeon. Long time, no see.” You said this with the added challenge of a wink, making Hoshiumi scrunch his nose in distaste.

Speaking of last time, the two of you had been interviewed for being the same height, both recruited for the national team for Japan’s men's and women’s teams, respectively. The interview set ablaze a certain trend of comparing you two because, in addition to being the same height, you also played the same position.

Hoshiumi upped his step to catch up, licking his lips as he acted unbothered. “Not long enough. Where are you off to, the bench?” he teased while walking beside you, and your eyes betrayed you to travel down where his shorts turned into muscle that flexed as he walked.

“I’ll only be visiting the bench to rest my legs after jumping higher than you ever will,” you retorted before you stopped walking altogether, waving off Kageyama who apologised after bumping into you because of the sudden stop. Hoshiumi stopped too and crossed his arms, distracting you with his well-trained biceps. To say he looked smug now was the understatement of the century.

“As if. You’ll be left in the dust today.” The words almost sounded sensual despite their nature as he leaned in closer, and you could practically taste the sweet mint off his breath.

No one really understood this rivalry between you two when you didn’t even play in the same leagues, but that article had sparked the natural competitiveness in Hoshiumi and that sparked your… hots for him.

You raised an eyebrow, nearly purring your next words. “If it helps, I think you’re hot even if you’re below average height for a male volleyball player.”

It should have made him furious, and you almost wondered if he were when his face turned red and he suddenly stormed back in the direction he came from. With the options of moving along or chasing after him, you chose the one that would give you the least penalty rounds. Moving on.

In the men’s locker room later that day, Hinata asked Hoshiumi about your interaction.

“You’re still on about that? Come on man, be a feminist.” Atsumu said, and it would have been an admirable sentiment had it not come from that jackal.

“I don’t care that I’m compared to a woman. Sure, it’s a beautiful woman, insanely skilled and whatever. They put her seventh in that ranking of hottest female athletes in Japan, which is just insane, she should obviously be higher.” There was a break in his monologue, and most of the team tried their hardest to hold back their teasing as Hoshiumi might have forgotten his point. “Uhh… I just don’t like that the comparison is because of my height. As if that makes us more special than our talent.”

For once, Hoshiumi was glad Hirugami quit volleyball. Or else he would have been there and told everyone about his extensive collection of all the magazines you ever did photoshoots for.

Atsumu blinked, looking around him at the others and then back at the spiker. “Okay, dude. Slay.”

Meanwhile, in the women’s locker room, you smiled all coy as your friends squealed. The ones who were there with you earlier had lingered around the corner, listening in on your interaction with the male player.

“The tension between you two is literally glowing neon, he wants you sooo baaad,” one of your teammates said, making you giggle and tuck your hair behind your ears.

“Oh, stop it.” You turned to your locker to pull out a new shirt before turning back around. “You really think so?”

The morning after, you were on the way to the cafeteria. Hopefully, you could claim a chocolate muffin before they ran out. It was early, the sun barely greeting the world above the horizon. Passing down another hallway, you yawned and didn’t notice who was walking past you until he spoke.

“Good morning.” It startled you, making Hoshiumi stop to point at you and laugh.

“Give a girl a warning, please!” you scolded, but still managed to chuckle at the scene.

“Where are you going?”

“Cafeteria,” you answered simply. Only now that you were both so tired with nobody else around, did you realise that being the same height made it difficult to avoid eye contact. His eyes were interesting, reminding you of a bird and making you think of winter walks in the forest, and suddenly you didn’t want to avoid his eyes at all. “Chocolate muffin.”

“Hm,” he confirmed with a nod. “Sensible choice. I’ll join you.”

You started walking, surprised to see that he indeed had every intention of following you. So you stopped again, holding a hand on his shoulder and leaning in closer than you think you ever had before. Like you could give him a peck if you really wanted to. His eyes flickered downwards and almost made you back out of your plan.

A smirk slowly crept up your lips before you pushed him back and took off sprinting. “Race you there!”

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/@cottonlemonade you angel, thank you for brainstorming w me<3

[stanurines1mp]

Summer Nights

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Fem!Zenin!Reader (she/her)

type: angst.

an: based on this post of mine. this was long asf 17k words but i separated it into 2 parts. uhh sm thoughts about gojo. also oml desperate gojo is so hot. gojo is so hot. i want him so bad. also i need gege to bring him back but also not but also yes. anyways, bear with me on this fic okayy 

warnings: enemies to lovers-esque, forbidden love, one bed trope, angst, zenin!reader, DESPERATION HEAVY ON DESPERATION. i think that's it for part 1. 

tags: @kalopsia-flaneur @bloopsstuff

Part two

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Being the strongest is everyone's dream but in Satoru Gojo's experience, almost nothing good ever came of it. He would know, of course. The strongest sorcerer, the bearer of the Six Eyes, lived with a mountain of regrets. 

What did it mean to be the strongest if he couldn't save everyone? What did it mean to be the strongest if he ended up alone? What did it mean to be the strongest if, in his lifetime of darkness, he had to leave the only light in his life that stood in the shape of you?

Satoru Gojo was not just a victim of the title of being the strongest. He was also a victim of his ancestral rivalry with another one of the three great clans in Jujutsu society. 

The Zenin clan was known for its strength, even surpassing the strength of the Gojo clan as a whole. But there is not a single person, sorcerer or not, that could surpass Satoru Gojo just yet. 

You were the closest one to it. 

When Satoru enrolled in the Tokyo branch of Jujutsu High, you were brought to study in the Kyoto branch. The only time you had ever had to interact with him was during the Goodwill Events that had taken place over the course of both your high school years. 

Even then, neither one of you had gotten any closer past simple acquaintances. But, you had always held a deep dislike towards the bearer of the Six Eyes. 

The Zenin clan may be known to the entire Jujutsu World but the workings of the clan were hidden beneath words of their strength. You experienced it first-hand. 

Having been born a woman in the Zenin clan, you were doomed to a certain type of future from the start. Much like your mother and many other women in the clan, you were forced to succumb to a childhood of serving the men of the clan. 

Falling victim to their selfish needs and desires, you were submitted to their way of life. Always having to listen to their constant rambles and complaints, you were trained to heed their orders like servants. 

And since many in the clan held dislike and hatred towards Satoru, you couldn't help but share their sentiment, having embedded in you that you should hate the heir to the man who once killed your ancestor. 

After high school had ended, Satoru became a teacher. Your own classmates had pursued their dreams and aspirations to become sorcerers. 

You, however, were stuck with the system of your clan. 

You were truly a strong sorcerer, bearing an extremely powerful cursed technique but you weren't a full-time sorcerer. Or rather, you weren't allowed to. 

However, there were special cases in which a mission was much too difficult or complicated that the higher-ups would request a partnership from you. Oftentimes, you were partnered up with Satoru. 

Satoru Gojo was a man of too many words. His laidback personality and carelessness often swirled your blood with anger. 

His never-ending rambles about nothing often had you wishing your ears were torn off. His routine of disrespecting the higher-ups was truly insufferable, leaving you as collateral damage in certain missions. 

But the one thing about Satoru Gojo that truly had you crashed out with an unknown mix of emotions was the fact that above all of that, Satoru Gojo remained a caring man. 

Even to you, his supposed enemy. 

The girl from the Zenin clan, yet another one of them that fell nimbly to the words of the sadistic men in power. He hated weaklings and you were one of them, in that sense. But he never seemed to hate you. 

No one outside the clan knew how the women of Zenin were treated. But Satoru Gojo could have guessed. And his guesses turned to knowledge. 

Since Satoru Gojo knew that, it would have meant that he knew you. 

So despite your glares and hurtful jabs at him, he never took any of them seriously. If anything, he made sure you could always feel comfortable to act that way around him. 

Even more than that, you've witnessed him in action countless times over the missions you were both partnered up on. Without even realizing it, you somehow grew a fondness in your heart in the color of his eyes, respect taking place somewhere in there. 

But he was a Gojo. 

And you were a Zenin. 

You were both fated to be enemies, to hate one another. 

You had to always remind yourself that. 

Every single ti-

"Hi," his honey-trailed voice appeared in front of you, his lips wearing a cheeky smile while his hand splayed out in a wave.

"Where the hell were you? We were supposed to leave 20 minutes ago," you seethed, eyes sending him a glare.

"Relax," he dismissed with a wave of his hand before entering the car. 

"Relax? We were waiting for 20 minutes!" you nagged, your words falling right into deaf ears. 

You followed after him and took a seat, closing the door with slight aggression and annoyance to the man next to you who seemed to disregard anyone else's sense of time and urgency. You leaned your head on your fist, resting neatly by the door of the car. 

Your eyes followed the blurred images of the road outside, pops of colors merely to you. In a few hours, the car halted to a stop, the sky already a deep shade of blue with brightened stars illuminating the night sky. 

The door of the car clicked open as you pushed it away and took a step out of the vehicle, Satoru doing the same thing on the other side. You walked to the back of the car, meeting him there while your driver opened up the boot. 

Reaching out, you took your bag and waited by the sidewalk. You sent a friendly wave to the driver, watching as he drove the dark-colored car away. Turning around, your gaze lifted to the modern building that was the hotel that had been booked for you and Satoru to stay the night. 

"Oh, and just so you know, they only booked us one room," Satoru grinned, sparing you a glance with his covered eyes. 

Your own pair of eyes widened upon hearing his words, scrambling to follow behind him as he walked first into the hotel. Part of you were skeptical, unsure whether or not you should believe Satoru's words. 

But his words were proven to be the truth when you both reached the receptionist. Satoru handled the technicalities and you watched as the man handed the sorcerer two keycards. 

The white-haired shaman turned to you and handed you one which you then took and kept in your pocket. Following the receptionist's words, you both turned the corner to get to the elevators, clicking on the 20th-floor button. 

Silence crept upon you both as the elevator took its sweet time to reach the 20th floor but you were the first to break the silence.

"Honestly, why didn't they book us two rooms like usual?" You frowned, toying with the keycard in your pocket. 

"Budget cuts," Satoru simply replied but you only met his eyes with a deadpanned look. 

"Yeah, right," you let out a scoff, returning your eyes to the small monitor that showcased the current level of the elevator. 

"It's the only room available," he chuckled lightly at your reaction. "It's a pretty famous hotel," he added to strengthen his words.

You hummed lowly in acceptance, eyes only focusing on the monitor. The elevator was cold and dimly lit with warm-colored lights and borders of carved wood. 

Satoru's gaze fell to the floor temporarily before following your own pair of eyes to witness the white-colored numbers changing from one number to the next. A sharp release of air escaped your lips once the digital numbers displayed a precise picture of 20. 

The elevator doors opened with a ding, and Satoru stayed behind to give you the way to get out first. He followed behind you as you led him down the cozy corridor, stopping in front of a wooden door that had a small plate on it with the number of your room. 

You fished out the keycard from your pocket and held it gently against the metallic scanner by the handle. Instantaneously, the light on the scanner flashed a bright green color, sending a slight buzzing sensation against your fingers. 

You turned down the handle and pushed it open, with Satoru immediately behind you. He placed his right palm against the wooden door, pushing it against the wall to ease you to enter the room. 

A slight thud emitted from the door closing and you and Satoru took off your shoes before moving deeper into the room.  The minute you did and noticed the arrangement of the room, you heard your bag meet the floor in a light thump as your jaw dropped in absolute horror. 

"What in the actual fuck?" You twitched with disgust, your emotions emphasized with each passing word that slipped past your tongue. 

You heard Satoru laugh from next to you, undeniably grinning like a smug little shit at your expression but it only made you angrier. One queen-sized bed was staring you right in the face, its neatness almost mocking you indirectly. 

"It's just a bed, princess," he teased, walking past you and setting himself on the edge of the bed, only fueling your displeasure with that nickname he loved to use for you.

The first time he had called you by it, you were frowning at him like he was a creepy pervert inching to touch you. But he justified his choice of nickname by saying that in the Jujutsu World, you were the closest thing they would have as a princess. 

It made no sense to you but apparently, it did to him. Though a lot of things were like that, you thought. Regardless, you were stuck with it.

"It's one bed, Satoru. One," you pressured, your eyes thinly glaring at him. 

Like the concept of him calling you princess, this was yet another situation where you and Satoru did not make sense of things in the same way. He seemed unbothered whereas you were extremely bothered. 

Shaking your head, you walked past the bed and towards the couch, placing your bag on the floor next to it. "Guess I'll take the couch, then," you mumbled with a shake of your head. 

"Wait, what?" Satoru laughed, the sound a kind of harmony that washed over with familiarity but in the moment, it only added to your internal torment. "Don't be ridiculous, the bed is big enough for us both." 

"As if I would ever sleep with you," you huffed, unzipping your bag to take out your toiletries and clothes for the night. 

Curse the moon and the sky for having you live through this while bringing a short-sleeved t-shirt to pair with short shorts as your choice of nightwear to battle the heat of the summer night. 

But you had no choice seeing as that was the only piece of clothing you brought for your sleepwear. 

"Aww, you've thought about sleeping with me?" Satoru smirked with apparent humor. 

You looked at him over your shoulder and scrunched your face in distress. "As if," you rolled your eyes, only earning a soft laugh from the man. 

"But seriously, just share the bed," he persuaded gently, following your unpacking actions. 

"I would rather step into Unlimited Void," you spat. 

"Suit yourself," he shrugged though you couldn't see since your back was facing him but you could hear it in his words.

You hummed to yourself in approval and turned around, shock coursing through you upon noticing Satoru's fingers moving to unbutton his shirt. 

"What the fuck are you doing?!" You almost shout at him. 

"What?" He froze, taken by absolute surprise and clearly, oblivious to your discomfort. "I'm just tryna change," he shrugged mindlessly, not seeming to give a care. 

"Go change in the bathroom, pervert!" 

It was like Satoru's brain finally clicked to understand what you meant. Wearing his infamously annoying shit-eating grin, he provoked you.

"Don't tell me you're not the least bit curious, hmm?" His words buzzed through the room, taking a note lower than usual, his head slightly tilted in a suggestive manner. 

You could feel your heart skipping a simple beat, suddenly finding it hard to breathe but you maintained your composure. 

"Not. A. Single. Bit," you assured him with a pause in between words, arms crossed tightly against your chest and eyes challenging. 

"Sure, princess," he clicked his tongue and looked away, somehow finally allowing you to breathe normally again but only for a moment since next, he took off his blindfold, revealing to you his familiar icy blue eyes. 

It wasn't the first time you'd seen them but somehow each time, you couldn't help but grow a little feeling of jealousy at how beautiful his eyes were. But you would never admit that, especially to him. 

Not in a million years. 

You watched as Satoru spared you a quick glance with his angelic eyes before heading towards the bathroom. You stared forward, body frozen until you heard the bathroom door close and click with a lock. 

Another sharp exhale escaped you as you turned around to sit on the couch, praying that the little thing could give you a good night's sleep. You began reading up the file for the mission tomorrow, hearing the water begin to run in the bathroom. 

Once you had done your reading and research, you decided to scroll on your phone while waiting for Satoru to finish taking his shower. 

Soon enough, the running water stopped and moments later, Satoru left the toilet, taking a step into the bedroom with his hair still damp, droplets of water falling onto the carpeted ground. 

His towel hugged his waist almost loosely and just low enough for you to notice certain details that you should not be noticing. especially on him. You looked away quickly with hopes that he hadn't caught your staring but unfortunately, he did notice you. 

As he always had. 

Thankfully, he hadn't decided to torture you and remained quiet but his lips were pulled up in a toying smirk, proud of himself for being able to catch even the slightest bit of your attention. 

You walked past him to enter the shower, leaving once you had finished refreshing yourself. 

Satoru was laid on one side of the bed, his back upright against the headboard while his legs were stretched out in front of him, dressed in a simple shirt and sweatpants. His hair was undone, a few strands falling over his eyes that were focused on his phone. 

Next to him was the case file for the mission, leaving you to make the correct assumption that he had been reading up on it to prepare for tomorrow. You walked over to the couch and took a seat, ready to go to sleep.

"Are you actually going to sleep there tonight?" Satoru spoke, his voice sounding a little annoyed. 

"What's it to you?" You raised a brow, eyes unamused. 

"We've got a long day tomorrow and that thing looks about as comfortable as a shoebox," he said in a matter-of-fact tone. 

"I'll be fine," you shook your head and lowered your body into a lying position. 

"You do not look fine," he stated, eyes unashamedly staring as you fidgeted to find comfort on the cramped furniture. You remained silent in spite but after a while of tossing and turning, Satoru couldn't take it anymore. "For goodness sake, just share the bed."

His voice was raised slightly in annoyance, causing you to sit upright with just the same amount of frustration. Your eyes glared at him, mind contemplating your decisions. But eventually, your eyes glinted in the form of defeat. 

"Fine," you huffed. "Only because I'm tired," you added, walking over to the bed and placing your phone on the nightstand. 

"Sure, princess," Satoru grinned in victory. 

"Just make sure you stay on your side," you emphasized. 

"Sure, princess," he repeated his words, a softer tone taking place as he watched you get under the blanket. 

Satoru took the files that were in between the two of you and placed them on the bedside table on his side. You made yourself cozy and turned to lie on your right side, back facing Satoru. 

Unbeknownst to you, his eyes were stuck on your back, the way your hair fell against the soft sheets of the pillow, revealing the nape of your neck. 

Your skin showed all signs of softness, mending and warming Satoru's heart with the urge to reach over and grace it against the tips of his fingers. 

His lips were parted as if ready to say something, anything, just to get everything out in the open. But his head shook slightly to remind himself of the situation that lies beneath his strictly professional relationship with you. 

Because he was a Gojo.

And you were a Zenin. 

He had to always remind himself that. 

His mind troubled and clouded with hints of you, he got under the blanket, careful to heed your wishes of having him stay only on his side of the bed. He sent you a glance, noticing that you had already turned off the lamp on your side. 

Leaning forward, he turned off the light and whispered softly against the summer air, "Goodnight."

Your heart fluttered in silence at the sound of his voice so quiet in the night, feeling so distant when he was barely a meter away from you. 

"Goodnight," you responded with just as heavy of a voice as he held. 

Perhaps the burden that colored your wish was the same kind that he had. But you couldn't think that. 

You forbid yourself to think that. 

Satoru remained lying on his back, occasionally taking side glances to your back that faced him. You were quiet, softly breathing in an attempt to sleep. 

He had no idea how long it was that he stayed awake in the quiet night. It was really silent that it felt loud and wrong. He wondered if you ever lived any moment in silence. 

"Hey, are you sleeping?" His voice was barely a whisper but you were barely a hand-reach away from him. 

"I'm trying to," you persisted, a hint of annoyance taking place. 

Satoru felt a small pang of guilt for disturbing you. He let himself forget about you for the moment, and it took so much to do that when you were just there, lying next to him. 

But he settled soon, falling into slumber with peace. 

Having slept alone for most of your life, you were a light sleeper, easily waking up with any hints of movement that did not belong to you. And you were asleep, you were sure of it. 

But it didn't matter anymore. 

Your eyes jolted open in horror at the weight on your arm. Satoru's hands gripped your arm harshly but there was a sense of gentleness underlying his skin that met yours. 

You were about to turn around and wake him up to give him an earful for not staying on his side of the bed when you heard the rustling sound of him tossing and turning. 

His breathing was erratic as his lips emitted mumbled words of gibberish. You turned slightly, noticing how his closed eyes were in panic, lips quivering in fear and his skin was glistened with sweat.

He was having a nightmare. 

Worried, you turned, pushing away his hand that held onto you like a lifeline. You leaned over the gap that lay in between you both, your own fingers reaching over to his arm to try and hold him in place but failed since his Infinity was on. 

You could only watch as your hand struggled to reach him.

"Satoru," you called softly at first but he showed no response, too entwined by the horrific pictures his mind conjured. "Satoru!" You called again, louder this time.

His eyes tore open with a desperate gasp, his body erratic before settling down. His brows were furrowed, his eyes glassy, blue color boring right into yours. He was in a state of confusion, reeling back his mind and body to calmness. 

"Are you okay?" You asked, voice soft and gentle.

His eyes searched yours. 

All he could find was safety in the eyes of his supposed enemy. He swallowed the lump that stuck to the back of his throat, his head slowly nodding but lacking any sign of assurance. 

"I-I'm sorry," he cleared his throat, fixing his position to remain on his side of the bed, much like your previous request to him earlier in the night. 

"It's fine," you shook your head, your eyes hazy as you returned back to lying on the bed. 

This time, you stayed on your left side, your hands resting under your head on the pillow. You were facing him, watching him carefully as he turned to meet you in the quiet of the night. His eyes were hazy, fluttering to maintain his breathing. 

You could sleep. 

Forget it happened, turn around, and just go to sleep. 

But instead, you stayed, examining his features with concern, almost refusing to look away until he showed even a shred of normalcy. 

You could sleep. 

But instead, you chose to ask him in hopes of getting his mind to return to safe comfort. "Are you okay?" 

Your voice was soft and intimate, traits Satoru rarely received from you in a more normal circumstance. 

But he was receiving that care now and he almost wanted to be grateful for having to relive a painful memory since it meant that he could be with you in this moment. 

"Just a nightmare," he answered almost consumed by pain, his eyes blue in more ways than one. 

"I didn't know the strongest sorcerer gets nightmares," you chuckle softly with a hum, a desperate attempt to lighten the mood. 

His lips quivered slightly in a grateful beam but his eyes darkened almost immediately at the reminder of the visions he saw in his dreams. 

"Do you wanna talk about it?" You were hesitant, feeling your words slip out against the warnings in your mind. 

You noticed the way Satoru's eyes widened with uncertainty, clearly taken aback by your question. His mind was wandering to find the words while his eyes searched yours for the familiar feeling of comfort. 

"It was just something that happened when I was younger," he answered with a lingering doubt. 

"If you don't want to tell me, it's okay. But if you do, I'm here to listen," you said, nodding a little as if to show your sincerity. "I promise not to be a dick about it," you joked.

Satoru let out a small laugh, it was laced with bitterness and relief at the same time. "When I was younger, there was this girl," he began, eyes looking everywhere but in yours. "She was a few years younger than me and she served for my family but really, she was more like a younger sister to me." 

Your lips stayed shut, allowing him to further his story. 

"One day, we were out and a Curse User was targeting me and ended up killing her," he finished with choked words. 

"Oh my God," your lips emitted a soft gasp, your forehead frowning. "I'm so sorry."

"It's fine," he shook his head, playing it off but it was clearly lingering heavily on his soul. "It's just- I should have saved her, you know? I should have been able to. I'm the strongest." 

"You were just a kid," you said gently.

Your words had acted as an anchor, taking him away from his thoughts of self-loathing. It was enough for him to meet your eyes again. 

"You are so much more and so much less than the strongest," you whispered. Your feelings for him that you had been trying to ignore and suppress poured out with just a single call of his name, "Satoru."

Satoru Gojo was the strongest sorcerer, the bearer of Six Eyes. 

But even he fell victim to your words. 

His eyes leaked tears, surprising himself. But what could he do? 

He should be the strongest sorcerer. But you said that he was more and less than that. 

Satoru couldn't take away his eyes from you even if he tried but in what world would he ever try to do that? 

But you thought that his eyes were the ones that were alluring, pulling you deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole of your feelings for him, clinging onto some sort of comfort in this world. 

Your hand shifted from underneath your head, slowly stretching out to him, hoping to reach him but you were stuck. Like earlier, barely inches away from his skin, your palm was stuck in the infinite way time moved around him. 

With your eyes longingly staring into his, you begged, "Your Infinity. Please, turn it off." 

Who was he to deny you of your wish?

A smile graces your lips momentarily, your heart skipping a beat when you no longer feel the buzz of Infinity against your skin. Just a second further, your hand ghosted the skin of his cheek. 

The tips of your fingers gently traced his skin while you shifted closer to him, feeling him stiffen under your touch before relaxing. 

"I'm sorry, I've never cried in front of anyone like this," he stammered out his words, his breathing shaky as he felt closer to you.

"I know," you nodded. "You're always such a pain in the ass," you added with a soft laugh.

Satoru's lips were tugged in a small smile as he sniffled. "Shut up," he said, nuzzling into your hand that rested against his cheek. 

"Satoru," his name slipped out your tongue in such an effortless manner, that he thought he was named Satoru specifically for you to say it. 

"Hmm?" His hum took a tone higher, desperation entangled in his breathing as his eyes fluttered. 

He couldn't help the urge he felt, the need to do more than just feel your touch. 

His own hand traveled to yours, holding onto your wrist. His head turned slightly, placing a soft kiss on your palm next to his cheek while his eyes held contact with yours. 

"What is it?" 

Your breath hitched, feeling the gentleness beneath his kiss on your palm. It was reeling you in towards him in all the ways it shouldn't. 

"We both hate each other," you repeated into the air between you two. 

But it was useless. 

That air that you breathed into was filled with longing desperation and need for each other. Your words were meant to convince yourself more than it was meant for him. 

But it wasn't working, right?

Still, Satoru only smiled, his voice low and gentle as if anything louder could ruin the undisclosed passion held tightly in a string between both your souls. 

"Yeah, we do," he nodded, pulling your hand away only to lift it slightly while he turned to place yet another kiss but on your wrist this time. "But, you're still here, with me. And that- That means something to me," he confessed.

"Satoru," you whispered sweetly. 

Your mind was hazy with the feel of his lips on your skin, leaving you almost desperate with want. He was feeling the same way, if not more. 

He swore he could never get tired of hearing the way you said his name, so sweet and gentle. It was truly meant for you.

Satoru looked at you expectantly, eyes filled with vulnerability. He gently guided your hand to rest on his chest, pressing it against his heart. 

"Can you feel me?" 

His heart was beating against your hand, the pace taking a quicker one as the frequency shifted into emotions. You nodded, realizing and understanding everything that he felt, mirroring your very own. 

You could hear your own heart beating in a synchronized rhythm. 

"Say something," he pleaded, adding, "Please."

Your brows furrowed as you allowed yourself to stare into his eyes. "We- We shouldn't be this way," you slurred.

His forehead creased, his hold on your wrist tightening slightly. "What way?" He asked with his voice unsteady and feigning ignorance just to keep this moment alive. "We're just talking."

You feel a sliver of courage consuming you as your eyes flickered momentarily to his lips. Using your hand on his chest, you pushed yourself further above the bed to meet him. 

You felt just slightly the way the tip of your nose brushed against his, creating warmth as your lips only merely ghosted over his. 

"This way," you murmured, your lips moving on his but not kissing him just yet.

Satoru froze, his eyes fluttering shut as he instinctively leaned into your touch. "It's- It's bad, right?" His voice trembled, hopeless in his need for you. 

"Y-yeah," you nodded, remaining where you were against him. "But," you trailed, your heart growing louder in your own ears.

His eyes opened to meet yours, confused yet longing endlessly, a hand of his reaching to tuck your hair into the back of your ear before resting it on your cheek, fighting his selfish desires to pull you straight into his lips. 

"But what?"

You closed your eyes, your voice choked as if about to cry. "But I want to kiss you so bad right now," you begged, letting your gaze fall on his lips. 

His heart began to race, faster than anything he's ever felt in his entire life. His resolve was already crumbling and you weren't making it any easier on him. 

There was nothing but a burning ache in the way you held yourself against him. 

"I- I want to kiss you, too," he confessed, shaking as he did so. A moment passed and he worded, "But we can't." 

You shook your head, knowing that he was right. "We shouldn't," you said. 

But you wanted to. 

He wanted it, too.

But he was a Gojo. 

And you were a Zenin. 

You had to always remind yourself that. 

And you were reminding yourself at the moment. 

Still, nothing seemed to matter to you in the heat of the night when you were on the bed, only a lean away from Satoru's lips that seemed so inviting. 

You knew it was wrong. 

More than the fact that neither one of you had the capacity for such a connection in life, you were meant to be enemies. 

Be that as it may, you still wanted more. 

You wanted him. 

And you wanted Satoru to kiss you anyways, damn the world. 

You wanted him to tell you that he didn't care, that he wanted you more than he cared about your family. 

But he didn't say that. 

Instead, he nodded and pulled away, placing your hand on the bed, in the growing gap between you both. 

"You're right," his voice was quiet and defeated. "I'm sorry."

You wanted to cry, but you didn't. You only nodded and turned around, letting your back face him. "It's okay," you uttered silently.

He watched with his heart aching, his own mind screaming at him. His hand instinctively reached out to you, as though he wanted to pull you back. 

To have you meet his eyes. 

But he refrained. 

"Goodnight," he let out softly, his voice was heavily laced with defeat and self-loathing. 

"Yeah, goodnight," you replied half-heartedly, feeling your eyes start to rain tears that fell onto the pillow sheet. 

Satoru was fixed on your back, noticing the way your shoulders were shaking ever so slightly. He could hear faint sounds of your sniffling that you tried your hardest to hide from him.

And it broke his heart. 

He was overwhelmed with guilt but he knew things wouldn't end well for you if he had done what he truly wanted to do. But he wanted to comfort you, to hold you close and never let you go. 

But he was a Gojo.

And you were a Zenin. 

He had to always remind himself that. 

Every single ti-

"Satoru," you whispered, frozen in your position, fearful to face him in such a vulnerable state. 

He hesitated, his heart racing whenever you would say his name in such a whisper. It drove him crazy. 

And he should probably ignore your call, but he couldn't. 

He gave in to the devil on his shoulder, almost giving in to all his selfish needs. His arms slowly snaked around you, wrapping them around your waist. 

He pulled you closer against his chest. 

"What is it?" He asked softly, his voice hoarse with a mix of emotions that were too jumbled up for him to even comprehend.

"Nothing," you sighed, body stiffening under his hold as you attempted to push his arms away. 

But Satoru refused, selfishly tightening his hold on you. 

"Don't," he murmured, his face burying itself in the crook of your neck as he pulled you flush against him. "Just- Stay like this, please," he pleaded, his words almost muffled by your own skin. 

You relaxed against him, nodding as tears escaped you. "Just don't get another nightmare," you uttered softly, feeling him nod in the crook of your neck. 

Satoru let himself rest, continuing to hold you tight, never intending to let you go if he could have it his way. His eyes fluttered shut, tickling the skin of your neck as he did so. 

He inhaled the scent of your shampoo, lavender, and rosemary heavy in his nose. There was peace resonating around your being and he felt content just being there, holding you like this, even if it was only tonight. 

He had never felt anything like that before. As you drifted off to sleep, he held you closer, his heart settling happily in his chest. Listening to your soft breathing and little snores, Satoru could feel exhaustion catching up with him and soon, he fell asleep, his arms loosely around you. 

Somewhere in the middle of the night, you woke up and escaped his arms. So you lay down on your side as you faced him, watching him sleep. 

He was peaceful in his slumber, clearly unaware of your gaze. He seemed relaxed, lips parted as he breathed softly and you were glad. 

You studied his features, noting how many freckles graced his skin and committing every detail to memory, afraid to never be able to see him this closely again. His white strands fell so beautifully across his forehead, his chest gently rising and falling as he breathed. 

Your eyes of admiration adored him truly, your hand hesitantly reaching out to him. A moment of fear washed over you, fearful that his Infinity would get in the way like how it had earlier in the night. 

But a grateful sigh was elicited from your lips once your soft fingers felt him, tracing them over his cheek while you prayed that he wouldn't wake up. 

He stirred slightly, eyes fluttering beneath his eyelids, causing you to freeze, your breath caught in your airway and your fingers stopped in place. 

After a moment, he settled again and you breathed a sigh of relief as you pulled your hand to rest it under your head. There was a small smile tugging at your lips as you relished the sight of his beauty. 

Soon, you fell victim to slumber just as he had. 

Within a few hours, Satoru woke up, finding himself under your hold. You were curled up against him, your arms wrapped around his waist and your head resting on his chest. You were still asleep, not at all noticing that he had woken up despite his body stirring slightly. 

It was weird, he thought. 

You had mentioned before that you were a light sleeper yet here you were, oblivious and asleep. Not to mention, you had easily woken up earlier that night when Satoru had a nightmare. 

But you were still against him, your head nuzzling further into the warmth of his chest, the blanket entangled between both of your bodies. 

Satoru used this opportunity to wrap his arms around you, almost protective as he buried his face in your hair, inhaling the smell of your lavender and rosemary shampoo, scents that now had become a familiarity to him. 

He had no idea how long he stayed like that but he did not care. 

If life would for once be kind to him, he could live in this moment forever but life was not that generous. 

Because eventually, you woke up, your eyes being met with the color of Satoru's shirt. He allowed your body to shift slightly, his heart skipping a beat when you didn't push him away immediately. His gaze lowered, meeting yours that were tilted up. 

"Hi," he greeted softly with a smile so beautiful and genuine that for once reached his eyes. 

It was the first time you'd ever seen him this happy. 

Your eyes blinked a few times, your mind still foggy and confused. "Hi," you said. "What are you doing?"

His grip on you tightened but it was still so gentle like he was afraid to let you go but also afraid to hurt you. "I should ask you the same thing," he said, his lips grinning with a glint of teasing in his eyes. "Why are you wrapped around me like a little vine?" 

"Hmm?" You shook your head, not really understanding him. "What are you talking about?" 

His lips parted as he let out a small chuckle, finding your cluelessness and fogginess from having just woken up cute. He looked down to where your arms were wrapped around his waist. 

"You're hugging me," he pointed out, causing you to follow his gaze. "I guess you did it in your sleep. When I woke up, you were already like this," he explained softly. "And I'm not pushing you away," he admitted, his face flushed. 

"Oh," you muttered, nuzzling your head against his chest as you closed your eyes. "Can we stay like this a bit longer?" Your voice was soft, almost as if you were afraid of doing such a thing. 

And maybe you were. 

Because you knew you shouldn't. 

But there he was, so gentle with you and so warm in all the right ways, you couldn't help but allow yourself to be a little selfish. And Satoru was shocked that you hadn't pulled away. 

If anything, you only pulled him closer to you. 

"Just a little longer, okay?" He whispered above your head, nodding gently as he placed a kiss on your hair. 

You took in the warmth that Satoru could provide you, the kind of warmth you lacked over all your years alive. A shaky breath escaped him, his fingers gently carding through your hair as he got lost in thought only to pull himself back to reality. 

Because his thoughts were depressing, reminding him over and over again that neither of you should be doing this way. 

Whereas in reality, he was holding you and you were holding him. 

Even if it would end soon and never happen again, he didn't care. 

At least he got to hold you, to feel you against him. 

But that ended, not long after, when you finally pulled away from him and he had no choice but to let you go, arms dropping to his sides as he sat up.

Avoiding your gaze, he reminded, "That can't happen again." 

You mimicked his actions, sitting upright against the headboard. Your knees were folded, brought up against your chest tightly as your arms hugged around them. 

You looked down but nodded in agreement. "It won't." 

He nodded, his jaw clenched with regrets but he knew this was for the best. 

There was not a universe where the two of you could actually be together. 

He got off the bed and walked over to his bag, creating even more distance between the two of you. It was a distance that he hated. 

He wished to just turn back and kiss you deeply until neither of you could breathe. But doing that would only hurt you in the end. 

You were the one trapped under the claws of the Zenin clan. 

"I'm going to take a shower," he informed, his tone plain and blunt. 

"Okay," you mumbled quietly, waiting until he entered the bathroom before letting your head fall to the valley between your folded knees, tears slowly escaping as you cursed at yourself for having lost your composure and allowing yourself to care for him. 

Satoru let the water run through his body, wishing it was your hands instead. His body fell limp, leaning his back against the bathroom wall, his head tilted back to rest as well. 

His eyes were closed shut, his emotions overwhelming him. Hidden by the loud sound of the shower, he hit the back of his head against the wall, his lips emitting a curse of both pain and frustration. 

He knew he had to pretend it never happened. He had to return to his usual self whenever he was with you, in a professional manner. And you knew it, too. 

You had to go back to hating him. 

Satoru soon emerged from the bathroom and you immediately walked past him to shower. You didn't even spare a glance at the man, worried you wouldn't be able to control yourself when seeing him in such a suggestive state. 

"Hurry up," he reminded you just before you could close the door. 

"I will," you replied with a hint of annoyance in your attempt to return to your Satoru Gojo-hating self.

At your tone, Satoru couldn't help but let a bitter smile adorn his lips. You were trying to return things back to normal, too. This was all for the best, right? 

But if it was for the best, then why didn't it feel right at all? 

Once he got dressed, he took a seat on the edge of the bed, scrolling through his phone to check if there were any updates about the case. 

Once you got out of the shower, already wearing your uniform, you took a seat next to him but there was some distance, both of you careful not to recreate the scene from the night. 

"Any updates?" You asked casually. 

"No," he shook his head and kept his phone in his pocket. 

"Shall we go? We could grab breakfast on the way to the location," you suggested, finally turning to meet him. 

And for once, you were glad that he was wearing his blindfold, obstructing your view of his eyes. He looked at you with an unreadable expression before nodding in agreement. 

"Sounds good," he shrugged with his lips pursed. 

The both of you stood up and he let you walk first, following behind you right after as you put on your shoes and opened the door. 

The elevator ride was just as slow as it was last night, the numbers staring back at you mockingly as if to remind you just how silent and still everything was and how big the confinement was yet you felt too cramped, stuck with Satoru. 

You bit your inner cheek, your fingers fumbling with the hem of your uniform nervously. Your eyes fluttered in relief when the elevator stopped somewhere on the 11th floor, the doors opening up for a family of 4 to enter. 

The woman flashed you a bright smile as she led her daughter in by the hand, her husband and their other daughter following suit. But that relief you felt was truly just a momentary occasion when Satoru neared you, making room for the family. 

Satoru's hand was slender as his fingers wrapped around his phone, his left hand buried deep within his pocket while his right foot pressed up against the elevator wall to rest. He was the definition of casual, you thought. 

But when the family of 4 was settling and the doors of the elevators were closing, Satoru's head turned and his gaze fell on you. Behind the fabric of his blindfold, his eyes had widened to see that you were staring up blankly at him already. 

His lips relaxed into a soft smile but it faltered once he realized that, unlike his eyes, there was nothing to cover his lips. 

Your eyes blinked a few times before letting your gaze fall forward, hints of disappointment on the tip of your tongue when you felt his Infinity acting as the barrier between you. 

The elevator let out a ding to announce that you had arrived on the ground floor. You and Satoru waited until the family got out first before taking your own steps. 

Walking past the lobby doors, you and Satoru were silent. The air felt fresh but the summer heat did make itself known as you walked past shops, eyes peeled for a cafe. 

"What about this?" Satoru stopped, gesturing to the cafe.

"Sure," you shrugged mindlessly, following behind him as he opened the door for you to enter. "I'll go find a seat, just get me whatever," you murmured lowly, earning a nod from the man. 

You found a table that had two empty chairs and took a seat. After some time of scrolling meaninglessly on your phone, your head perked up, looking around as you realized that Satoru was taking too long. 

Concern colored your eyes that scanned the front of the cafe and you noticed him, standing in all his tall beauty, his white hair poking out as his back faced your direction. Tilting your head a little, you could watch the scene unfolding from the distance. 

His right palm was leaning on the counter, holding his weight above it. His lips were tugged in a friendly grin, gaze towards the cashier. 

The woman behind the counter wore pink cheeks, her lips cheeky and excited. You lowered your gaze slightly, noticing the way the woman's hands were atop Satoru's. 

His lips were moving, telling the woman something that caused her to blush even harder and laugh louder in a squeaky giggle. You couldn't help the way your eyes rolled obnoxiously as you watched the scene from your seat. 

Bubbling up under your skin, jealousy took place and spread itself all throughout your body. If only your cursed technique could do more than just manipulate frequencies, like maybe allowing you to have some sort of super hearing so you could listen to their conversation. 

But you couldn't do that so instead, you only returned your gaze to your phone when Satoru was beginning to leave the counter. You pretended to be surprised by his arrival at the table, sitting across you as if you weren't literally watching the way he was unashamedly flirting with the cashier. 

"What the fuck are these?" You blurted, deadpanned as you looked at the pastries to the man sitting in front. 

"Breakfast," he quipped happily, taking a peach strudel happily. 

"Satoru, this is not breakfast," you blinked, watching the way his lips fell like a sad puppy, the sight cute as it caused your heart to flutter warmly. 

"What do you mean?" 

"They're all sweet," you frowned with raised brows. 

"Yeah. I eat stuff like this every day."

"For breakfast?"

"Yeah," he nodded. 

"That cannot be healthy," you exhaled, shaking your head slightly before reaching for the plain butter croissant to start with. 

He enjoyed his 'breakfast' happily and silently just as you did, your eyes wandering the cafe to watch other customers. You thanked the waitress when she came over to place both your drinks and you smiled softly upon tasting the bitter taste of the hot cappuccino with vanilla syrup. 

"How'd you know this was my favorite?" You hummed while taking another sip of the hot beverage. 

"You told me once", he said casually, leaving you dumbfounded but appreciating his gesture. 

Silence took place as you both finished your breakfast and left the cafe and you definitely couldn't ignore the cashier's overly excited voice as she thanked you both for coming. 

The walk to the location was silent, too, which was uncharacteristically Satoru. 

You had always known him to talk your ear off but his lips were pursed in a thin line. And surely, you knew why. 

But you definitely didn't know that he was fighting the urge to just press his lips against yours. You were always complaining to him that he talks too much, surely you wouldn't mind shutting him up that way? 

He shook his head, regaining his senses of reality. Thankfully, the both of you had arrived at the abandoned warehouse that was said to be the headquarters for the cult you were investigating. 

"I'll go in first while you put up a Veil," Satoru instructed, earning a nod and an eye roll from you due to his spatting of orders. "Follow up after me." 

"Emerge from the darkness, blacker than darkness. Purify that which is impure," you uttered before watching the sky and the surroundings take a darker color to resemble night. 

You left your spot to go and find Satoru, soon finding him hiding behind a wall. "I think those are the followers," he informed, allowing you to glance inside and see many people standing in white cloth. 

Both of you watched the followers of the cult begin to ascend the stairwell in a line, much like predicted. 

"I'll check to find out how many guards there are." You closed your eyes, letting your ears trace the trails of cursed energy by listening to the frequency. "There's about 3 guards in each wing," you pointed. 

The plan went smoothly and the mission ended successfully though it was nearing night, not a shocker to anyone considering that it was you and Satoru who handled the case. 

You both headed back to the hotel, ready to pack your things and go home but your tracks were frozen in place as your hands flew to cover your ears, a ringing pain appearing.

[simp999]

I feel this is cringe but it itches the back of my mind like no other… since it’s late 60s early 70s in tf2, mercs reaction to there being a new recruit who is a female pilot? I’m sorry if this sounds like? Hyper specific ? But she’s like hot biker/pilot bitch who is like the epitome of Cool Girl (tm) flared ripped jeans and tight tank tops yk?

GOING INSANE OVER THIS ITS SUCH A COOL IDEA

I'm so sorry about how long it took to make this and how short it is, I'm trying to do all my requests in order of what I received em ww

TF2 Mercs x Badass Fem Pilot! Reader Headcannons

Wc: 730

Themes: uhh Fluff? Romantic and platonic depends on character

A/N: Sniper bias whoop

A/N 2: okay so. I try to stray away from fem reader stuff but this THIS is a complete exception because I love the idea sm

Taglist: @emotionally-alive-sniper @moopy-milk @skeleton-stomper-xoxo @emotionallyunwellmedic @physically-robotic-medic

Masterlist

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Scout: 

-God,, he is immediately in love with your style and vibes.

-Yes, in a simpery way

-Will absolutely fumble on words and flirt miserably

-"Hey girl are you a pilot cause uh you’re really cool"

-Absolutely will find clothes that he thinks suits your style and be your #1 hypeman 

Soldier:

-Wants to touch all the buttons

-"SHOW ME YOUR MEDALS!!!!!!"

-Does respect the effort and time you’ve put into training definetly. But is always asking you to prove yourself

-Okay you can pilot but can you do 30 pushups. Right here right now.

Pyro:

-Doesn’t think of you any differently if you’re female

-A new cool friend!!

-Just an adorable little goober. Okay maybe they get to sit in the front sometimes

-Loves loves loves making drawings of you and them and planes!!!! And clouds

Heavy: 

-Protective older brother.

-He is SO overprotective of you. You remind him too much of his sisters.

-You’re strong just like them but,, it’s just scary, y’know? He misses them

-Often just kinda chills around- and won’t stand for ANY harassment or anything rude. AHEM spy AHEM

-And the clear bias for you? It’s honestly funny at times

-He definetly makes you sandviches and just. Silently takes care of you

Engie:

-Rocket boosters for the planes. He’s gonna bring it up on multiple occasions

-Makes you little plane trinkets out of wood and stuff!! Pyro paints them :]

-Is so interested in infodumping about mechanical stuff with you- he’s glad he has somebody that just. GETS HIM yknow?

-If you need someplace to go chill away from the chaos that the mercs usually bring, the workshop’s your go-to. Late night convos are the best with this man

Demo:

-Roughhouses!!

-Treats you like one of the guys

-Respectfully ofc but. You’re getting noogies

-Will be offering you beer n stuff, he treats you like a really good friend

-Lives for your vibes

-He thinks you’re so badass!! Hell yeah!!!

Medic:

-Kay so. You probably had to go through lots of training right?? So!;

-Rivalry for first aid.

-Hear me out

-Everyone all of a sudden wants you to help make them feel better when they get small injuries because of the one time you mentionned you had to do a buttload of first-aid courses

-So. Lots of who can make it to the scene and get (injured person) back on their feet the quickest

-Does ask you if you’ve ever expirinenced or witnessed anything wild- such as big crashes, and how people dealt with the situations

-Loves your stories despite pretending to hate you- it’s just a friendly rivalry!

Sniper:

-He’s not one to really apprach you, but he does definetly admire you from a distance.

-He thinks you’re too cool for him :( 

-But eventually one day, you’ll ctach him stargazing- and you’d have the amazing idea of bringing him for a ride just the two of you so that you can see the stars

-.God maybe he just fell in love I MEAN WHAT????? ANYWAys

-He LOVES stargazing with you!!

-You get to tell eachother stories and it’s overall really calming- a nice from the hectic mercenary life

-He also happens to know a fair bit about constellations, so he’ll infodump unconsiously if you let him :) 

Spy:

-Spyyyy… dislikes your ideals, and has traditional values

-Not a fan of the way you hold yourself, but will eventually warm up a bit

-Im sorry,, I just don’t like Spy aheh anyways

-You probably end up showing off your skills- not of purpose though, just- you seen a natural at what you do, and that’s when he sees that maybe there’s a reason you’re such a big deal

(Bonus!) All:

-They all fight over who gets to sit in the passenger seat. Some are more civil about it, for example Engineer or Heavy- but they still want to sit in the front for their own reasons. You may have walked into the room only to find all the mercs fighting iver who’s calling shotgun for the next ride.

“I AM GOING TO PRESS ALL THE BUTTONS!”

“NO WAY CHUCKLEFUCK, I’M SITTIN’ NEXT TA THE HOT CHICK!”

“No. Heavy will sit next to pilot for protection. Is only fair.”

“Ya’ll- I have some things I’d like to see up close in the cockpit, I think I should be next.”

“Mmhhph!!!”

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Sep.20.23

[keto-keyes]

I Am You - Eternals Fanfic

Synopsis: 1,000 years after the Eternals split off, Deviants defeated, the unfortunate family comes back together to save humanity from its biggest threat. But they can't do that without talking, and if old rivalries still stand, that might be a little hard.

[This might be a two-parter or more] [Use of y/n, reader is nonbinary]

Let's GO!

"I will never leave you"

It had been about 500 years since Sprite had stopped believing those 5 words. And another 500 years on top of that since she'd last seen the person, Eternal, rather, who'd spoken them. But now she was following Ikaris and Sersi through a crowded Osaka airport towards the taxi port and bus terminal, trying to find the exact person who'd made that flaky promise - Y/N. "They're not gonna be here," Ikaris growled, "Why can't we just go get Kingo? He's agreeable at least."

"We need Y/N," Sersi reminded the Eternal of Flight, "Besides, if there's anyone who can get through to Druig, it's them."

"You just don't like that she's got more powers than you," Sprite teased, but secretly she was a little nervous. It hadn't just been a century since she'd last seen Y/N, it had been a century since Y/N told her where they were going to disappear off too. They'd specifically instructed her not to tell anyone, and now she'd broken that promise. "Uhh, hello, we need to get to Hyogo..?" Ikaris tried asking a taxi driver in english. Sersi covered for him with google translate.

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An hour and 45 minutes later, they had arrived in Hyogo prefecture. Sprite looked around nervously. "There isn't enough ... EARTH for this to be where the fearsome Eternal of nature lives!" Ikaris mocked, rolling his eyes as he got out of the taxi.

"IKARIS!" Sersi scolded.

They kept walking. Sprite led them through the small city to a modest house near the school down the road. Ikaris knocked sharply. Sprite knew it was wrong to lead him and Sersi to Y/N, but they really needed to get their family back together, or else everyone on Earth was going to die. After a moment, the door opened enough to see Y/N's silvery-blue hair surrounding their features, then it promptly shut again. Ikaris stuck a foot in the door and heaved it open despite Y/N's hearty attempts to close it using their nature-given strength. They shot him a dirty look as he shoved his way into their house. Sprite pushed past Sersi and wrapper her arms around the shocked and annoyed Y/N, gripping their waist tightly. A second later, Y/N was returning the hug, gripping the shorter Eternal's hair in their fingers and pulling her close. "We need to talk," Sersi said as she too stepped into the room, breaking off the hug.

Y/N rolled their eyes. "We," they indicated between themself, Sersi and Ikaris with a finger, "Don't have anything to talk about. Please leave."

Sprite pulled Y/N down to eye height and murmured, "I'm really sorry I had to bring both of them, believe me, but we really need you. Everything's changed, Deviants are back, and we need to save the world again. Please help us."

Y/N breathed for a moment, contemplating. Then they nodded. "Make yourselves at home, I guess," they said finally, "I'll..uhh, I'll make tea."

"I'll help!" Sprite offered, eager to get away from the two ex-lovers and to spend more time with Y/N, who had always been her favourite.

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The kitchen was silent except for the beeping of the oven and hiss of the kettle. Sprite didn't know what to say, or how to act around her sibling. They seemed so much more grown up than everyone else, especially Sersi. Maybe being apart had changed them. "Y/N... Ajak is dead," she said, internally cringing at the suddenness of the reveal.

Y/N didn't say anything. Then they did. "And the deviants are back and the emergence is happening," they added, finishing Sprite's thought, "I know. The question is, what are we doing about it?"

They glanced at Sprite, who was tearing up a little. "I'm sorry, I know it's hard for you. I wasn't as close to Ajak as the rest of you, that's all," they murmured, wrapping Sprite in a side hug.

The two Eternals stood like that, staring out the window into Y/N's small garden and watching the world go by together. Then the tea kettle started whistling and they were shocked back into the world. "We'd better get back to the two star-crossed lovers, hadn't we?" Y/N teased, nudging Sprite's shoulder, "I'll take the tea, you grab the cookies."

They walked back in to the dining room with the trays. "Break time's over lovebirds~" Sprite crowed, clanging the cookie platter down on the table and sitting loudly next to Ikaris. Y/N casually placed the four cups in front of the others sitting at the table like the leader of a parent's club setting up for a meeting, then took their own place. "So," Sersi started awkwardly, "The-world's-about-to-end-and-we-need-to-save-it-from-being-destroyed-in-the-emergence."

"And Ajak is dead," Ikaris added.

Y/N just stared at the two of them. Sprite couldn't help glancing in between Ikaris and Y/N like a child between fighting parents, and waited for someone to speak. "..I know," Y/N said finally, "What I was going to say was - how do we stop the birth of a celestial?"

Awkward laughter from Sersi faded into silence. "Ah... That's what we don't know. We were thinking maybe Druig could put the celestial to sleep, or Phastos could think of something," she murmured, pushing a useless strand of hair behind her ear.

"So why do you need me?"

"We need all of us to come up with a solution, Y/N!" Ikaris man-splained, "And Sprite said you were closer than Kingo."

"To Britain? Definitely not. To sanity, maybe," Y/N replied sassily, "But I would like to see Makkari or Kingo again. It's been too long since I spoke some decent slang. And, I can feel you wishing you were anywhere but here right now."

They pointed right at Ikaris' chest, causing everyone else to turn to them. "You can sense emotion?" Sprite asked incredulously, "Since when?"

"I can't. I can just tell cos the air soured around him."

Dull silence. Then Sersi pushed out from the table. She cleared her throat, dusted imaginary crumbs from her pants, and pushed her plate closer to the cookie platter. "Well, we'd better get going if we want to have saved the world this time next week."

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@ethereal-athalia

@mystic-mara

[liebestrum4life]

Do you have any favourite ships? Any media you're interested in or just duo that you enjoy the dynamic of!!

Ok I barely join some popular media they're more like the quiet ones sooo

So uhh Napolington -

I usually stick to one ship in a fandom and call it a day,but in the end Love is love and as long as it's not really problematic I'm fine,Like when I first joined the Napoleonic fandom I stayed with my pairs till this day and those pairs were..(It may be in order)

And these pairs were pure gambles :D aka

I assumed relationships in FANART😨😨😨(Thank you Amino)

•Napoleonic

-Lannes&Ney:I feel like this Pair isn't talk ABT often😔😔😔My only history with them is that they're the first Marshals I found and paired

-Bessimu:Ill tell you a silly story of how I may have shipped them but I like their contradicting personalities!(they're literally the "inside you are two wolves" meme)

....uhhh ok after some thoughts this ship is sort of my guilty pleasure.Like it's literally corroding my brain

-Massoult:OK GUYS HEAR ME OUT-

ok but genuinely I was relieved knowing they're relationship was pretty good (yk more support to the ship rather than just saying they both liked looting-)The letter from Massena also helped and I like imagining them interacting in my head which IM NOT TELLING YOU OR I WILL GET TAKEN TO THE PYSCHE WARD/but genuinely every knew irl or fannon interaction thats positive makes genuinely ecstatic and full of Dopamine(overall I like a tired grumpy man with a...tired...and old man idk)

-I have more actually it's just that I can't explain all since they did say"Media"so my generals but Classical music ig is next

{A ship I feel like my reasoning should just be kept since I'm on thin ice with this is Bethomoz,thank youu}

•Choliszt:Classic, literally unrequited love,I feel bad for Liszt ngl he seemed so genuinely sweet to Chopin (irl)and Chopin is just annoyed(from what I read)this is also the next ship you'll see in the fandom

Berlix- I heard somewhere Berlioz just casually calls Mendelssohn "Love" or something like that overall they seem quite nice for eachother that's all

Prokshos:I love them SM (Rns_williams drop another Prokshos fic and MY LIFE IS YOURS/SRS)I love the escalation from admiration to rivalry between them and even in the end Shosty still cared for Prokofiev:)

{Some rarepairs}

Vivaldi&Bach:They seem honestly so sweet for eachother.Bach's admiration for Vivaldi was so big he transcribed a handful of his concertos (And I think transcription is like a compliment since your spreading the work of an artist you think is great)Oh and look! They're blue and red what a twist

Paganini& Vivaldi: Literally those "AngelxDevil" gacha trope, They're also both Italians and from what I read Vivaldi was considered a Virtuoso before Paganini came in,Id like to see more stuff ABT them

Paganini &Mozart:Mostly a twist thing I genuinely don't hold that much love for it but I do find them funny and silly!

-Some other pairs(Pairs that I don't really think ABT but still pairs)

•Alberose(Genshin)

•Saintpierre(Frev)

•Saintmoulins(Frev)

•Robesmoulins(Frev)

•Madohomu(Madoka Magica)

•Zhongven(Genshin)

•Gakukai(Vocaloid)

•Skk(BSD)

•Shin Skk(BSD)

Anyways thats maybe all I can cram:,)✧･ﾟ:❀✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ:❀✧･ﾟThank you to whoever asked ABT this!Maybe we can even talk further if anyone who saw this happened to have something to say!!!🌸🍓🫶🫶

-yours truly

Oh once again I'm sorry for unorganised and probably worng wording so if you want clarification pls tell me😭😭😭😭I'm scared I got something misunderstood

(ANYWAYS WHAT A TRIP THAT WAS AMIRIGHT????){pls laugh/j}

[nerdanel01]

What do you think Emmrich would do when one of Rook’s other companions saw the two of them having sex?

I have no one to blame but myself for this ask but I would be lying if I said that when I received it I did not need to put my phone down and just breathe deeply for a few seconds before I could think again

I do feel like it would depend a lot on WHICH companion? we don’t even know them yet but I do think if it was Neve, Lace, Bellara or Davrin, he would be appropriately mortified on both his and Agnes’ behalf and do the hasty scramble-and-coverup. 

For some reason Lucanis and Taash are giving the impression that like. If they walked in on Agnes going down sloppy style on Emmrich and Agnes herself didn’t see, they’d just… flash him a thumbs up and give them back their privacy before Emmrich could panic too badly. And it would kind of humiliate him but yes, also add a certain je ne sais quoi to the particular nut that followed that he would eat right up. 

If Solas is still haunting around the Lighthouse though, I do imagine there could be, uhh. Some wholly unnecessary rivalry between them that takes place almost exclusively in Emmrich’s head.  1k+ below the cut 18+ NSFW

Beyond the immediate, more catastrophic consequences of the failed ritual, the disruption Rook had caused to his plans also had the unfortunate side effect of leaving Solas himself locked in the Fade… trapped, again, in the endless sea of dreams in which he had swam for millennia before reawakening less than two decades prior. But the Lighthouse was a liminal space, not quite in the Fade nor wholly in the Waking, and there were certain times, late at night, when he could muster enough mana to manifest himself there. That was valuable time—time desperately needed to strategize with Rook; to tell her everything he knew about Elgar’nan and Ghilan'nain, to plan how to imprison them once more if not outright defeat them. 

And yet for several nights in a row now, Rook had not come. 

Once more Solas was left with the unsatisfying suspicion that she was not taking this seriously. Though she may have acted in ignorance, surely she must hold herself just as accountable for this mess as he was? It had been her interference, after all, that had set loose the Evanuris of old. With a frustrated frown pulling at his eyebrows and the corners of his mouth, he walked the halls of the Lighthouse, searching for her. 

The Lighthouse was quiet. Yet despite the lateness of the hour, Solas encountered Scout Harding in the hallways—groggy and dressed for bed, on her way out of the water closet. The sight of her was jarring. After spending ten years in the Lighthouse alone, he was not sure he would ever get used to the presence of others there… the sudden warmth and domesticity, of laughter even that had filled its rooms after the Veilguard had moved in. 

“Scout Harding,” he greeted her, his hands clasped elegantly behind his back. “Good evening.”

Harding blinked at him, offered a groggy smile. “Hey, Solas.”

“You would not happen to know where Rook is, would you?” he asked, with a kind and inquisitive tilt to his head. “As you know we have rather important matters to discuss. I checked her quarters, but they seemed to be empty.”

“She doesn’t really spend the night there anymore,” Harding asked, lifting her hand to her mouth to politely cover a yawn. “Have you checked Emmrich’s room?”

That shocked him, a little. Not so much that it was happening, more so that he had been blind to it. Incidentally, he had passed Volkarin’s room as he had searched the halls and found the door ajar, the room empty. 

“Equally vacant, I’m afraid.”

Harding squeezed her eyes shut, trying to remember through the thick of sleep. 

“I think they said something about going down to the library after dinner,” she remembered at last, offering Solas a contrite smile. “Maybe it's worth checking for them there?”

“Emmrich! Emm—hhha, yes, yes!”

Glisten of perspiration on her body in the candlelight; expression of uncontained ecstasy pulling at her features. Her gorgeous, long leg, flush against his chest, ankle hooked over his shoulder, and Emmrich took her calf reverently in hand, pressing a kiss to the inside of her leg as he sank deeply into her. Feeling the muscles of that same leg tighten and twitch with satisfaction at the fullness of him inside of her, the slow artful drag of each of his thrusts; the hypnotic rise and fall of her breasts in concert with those thrusts; as he took Agnes on top of the sole desk in the library. 

Emmrich wasn’t even sure how it had begun. This was not what he had intended but it had escalated quickly, and all of a sudden all the stairs up to his bedroom had seemed much too far, too long to wait. They had not even bothered to close the door to the library. At this time of night, Emmrich did not think anyone was going to come looking for them… but he would be lying if he said the risk of being caught did not add a bit of frisson to their lovemaking, at least for him. 

But he was barely even thinking of that, now—impossible to be so distracted from her when she looked, sounded, felt like this. She had planted her hand on the desk behind her, just enough to prop herself up so she could look not at him, not in his eyes, but focus fixedly on the space between his hips, greedily devouring the sight of the column of his cock, as it reappeared then disappeared inside of her with each thrust. 

Which is how Emmrich knew that Agnes did not see Solas when his astral projection walked straight into the room. 

A thousand thoughts flashing through his mind in the space of a heartbeat: that he should be ashamed. Embarrassed. Mortified, even. That he was decidedly none of the above, though that would have been the most polite response. Of how envious he, Emmrich, had been of Solas when he had first come to the Lighthouse, when Agnes was still short with him; of the inextricable bond the two of them shared, ever since Agnes had frustrated his ritual. The long hours Solas demanded of Agnes still, to talk about how best to imprison the very gods he had set loose in his folly. 

How he, Emmrich, would blame Solas all too readily if something happened to Agnes because of it, because of the disaster this ancient elf had set into motion. 

Possessed of an emotion he could not quite name, Emmrich lowered her leg and gathered Agnes off the desk and into his arms, drawing her against him (both to protect her modesty and, admittedly, to prevent her from realizing that they had been discovered.) All too readily she wrapped her legs tightly around him, her arms looping around his neck. 

Emmrich pulled loose the bronze pin holding her hair in place; the soft, silver threaded black cascaded down her shoulders, nearly reaching the desktop beneath her, releasing a rush of sweetness as it did so. Emmrich sank a hand in her hair possessively, drew in a deep breath the better to take in the smell of it. 

Did all of this, with his eyes locked fully on Solas. 

“Nessa…” he groaned near her ear, still maintaining that locked eye contact as he increased both the speed and depth of his thrusting. 

Behind her, Solas raised an eyebrow, a frown twisting his lips, the distaste on his face all too plain. Emmrich kept staring, matching that distaste with a snarl of his own, making it apparent (he hoped) that he would suffer no interruption from this fallen once-god. At last, Solas backed out of the room, shutting the door firmly behind him as he went. 

The door made an audible click, but Agnes did not seem to notice. Emmrich felt his breath growing shallow, the telltale tightness in his core. After all that had just happened, he was not going to last much longer. “Nessa—its imminent, I’m not going to be able to—”

And no matter that the door was closed, as Emmrich was sure it was not thick enough to prevent Solas from hearing the cry Agnes made in answer:

“Yes! Maker, yes, Emmrich, fill me…”

emmrich you have nothing to worry about solas has a divorced wife of his own that he’s sad about. emmrich you two are more similar than you know. emmrich he needs couples counseling and ten thousand years of therapy. emmrich he needs your advice. emmrich help him