#not very happy with the sign but it was hard

[ddejavvu]

Spencer trying to ask if you liking giving him hickies as a sign you enjoy mixing violence with pleasure, or that you like possessiveness, because he’s too flustered to admit that he’s very much loving feeling your tongue and teeth and lips sucking loving marks onto his skin, and he chatters when he gets flustered. You telling him his little rambling questions are so cute, is only making him worse

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Each time you flick the tip of your tongue over the bruise you're sucking into Spencer's neck, you feel his breath stutter in his chest. He's not good at pretending he's not affected by this, that each time you scrape your teeth along the edges of the red, raw skin he doesn't squeeze your hips inadvertently.

You're sitting on his lap, his hands clutching your at your waist as you suck on the sensitive, thin skin of his neck. He leans into it, his chin angled upwards as his head is thrown back in ecstasy. You're taking your sweet time with it, licking and sucking and taking him apart second by second even though you could have addressed his raging hard-on minutes ago.

"There's-" Spencer stammers after a particularly rough scrape of your teeth over his raw skin, "There's some people who like giving hickies because- because it mixes pain and pleasure. And then-" You make him stutter with a hot press of your tongue to his angry red skin, "And some people like it, for- because they have a particularly strong inclination to use their mouth. Their-" He gasps for breath, "tongue, and- and lips."

"Which one do you think I like?" You hum, angling your face so that your nose brushes against another spot on his neck that you'd tortured, grating against the skin. He shivers, his own lips parting as he feels the pressure of your weight resting against his cock, straining for freedom from the confines of his pants.

"I- I don't know." He admits, fingers grasping your waist for dear life, "You've displayed signs of an oral fixation before. But you're using your teeth. That's more violent," He notes, feeling you bite as best you can against the column of his throat.

"You tell me when you've puzzled out a profile, Spencer," You hum, happy to bury yourself in his neck for the time being, "I can give you all the evidence you need."

[mononijikayu]

imagine you and best friend! satoru ending up having to pretend dating.....

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imagine you and best friend! satoru dealing with valentine's day and seeing all these discounts.

it starts with a tragic discovery between the two of you after a long day at work. you've both been so busy that you both have forgotten that today was valentines day.

valentines day. a day both of you could never seem to touch or want to touch. a day you both don't think you could celebrate, with how busy you both are in between missions.

at times, being busy was a blessing. because you both don't have to deal with these sort of things. but today, after finishing the work schedules rather early, there was no choice for the two of you but to face the world bend to be the world of lovers on this day.

today all around tokyo was these special valentine’s day deals that's only valid for one day. your favorite bakery down the street is offering buy-one-get-one-free heart-shaped pastries. the movie theater satoru often goes to has a couples special for half-price tickets.

even that currently trendy high class french restaurant you’ve been dying to try has a special lovers night only promotion where they will serve a full-course meal, usually way out of your budget, free for couples celebrating their love.

“this is just ridiculous, isn't it?” satoru suddenly scoffs, adjusting his sunglasses. you see him put his hands on his pocket, irritated. “what about best friends? where’s the platonic soulmate discount?”

“exactly, goddamn it!” you huffed in response, glaring at all the signs right in front of you. “we suffer through all our mutual friends’ gross relationships, third-wheel their dates, and for what? no perks for us suffering folk?”

imagine you and best friend! satoru both lamenting about being single and all your friends being couples, enjoying their dates.

the thing is, its not that you hate romance. you don't. you never have hated it. but it's hard to deal with it. being very busy people with very incredibly demanding jobs, its often hard to find the time to just stop and date and slow down like all of your mutual friends.

so, it's hard this month. it's consistantly been a month of endless wedding talk, anniversary countdowns, and romantic getaway plans from your friends.

meanwhile, you and satoru sit at your usual café table, aggressively stirring your coffee as couples giggle around you. you couldn't help but feel your eye twitching.

“bet they’re all getting free desserts tonight, aren't they?” satoru grumbles, watching a couple share a milkshake with two straws. “disgusting.”

“you know what?” you say, slamming your mug down. “we deserve something nice too.”

he raises a brow at you. "well, what do you have in mind?"

and that’s how you end up at the very high-end french restaurant continue to rave about, holding hands across the table, grinning at the host and making the most of the efforts you can to actually look ike you’re both madly in love with each other.

“we're just another happy couple here for the lover’s night special, as you can see.” satoru beams at the host.

the host nods. “wonderful. we’ll just need to see proof of marriage.”

your smiles freeze at the host's words. “...i'm sorry....marriage?”

“uh, yes, mam. the promotion is exclusively for married couples., as you can see on the poster.”

satoru recovers first, throwing an arm around your shoulder. “of course! we’re very married. we got married at the city hall. yeah, yeah. now we plan to be married again with all of our friends there. i'm just waiting to repropose again, hahahaha.....isn't that so ridiculously married?”

you finally recovered and nodded rapidly. “....yes, yes. we're so madly in love. we really are, aren't we?......darling?”

"right, right, my love. isn't this great?"

the host eyes you both with scepticism but the host just gives up and eventually shrugs. “alright, alright, mam, sir.....right this way.”

and that was a success. now, you both sat there comfortably in that fine leather covered booth and start ordering almost everything in the menu.

a four-course gourmet meal later, you’re leaning back in your chair, stomach full, congratulating yourselves on your flawless deception. then the bill arrives. it’s a number so high your soul leaves your body.

satoru lets out a low whistle. “yikes. well, i'm glad we don’t actually have to pay this.”

“yeah.....” you laugh weakly, but sweat prickles at your neck. then you had a moment, suddenly smacking his arm lightly. "wait, aren't you rich, satoru? why are you worrying about the price?"

"hey, hey. just because i'm rich doesn't mean i don't want to enjoy the discounts." he says defensively, taking out his black card. "i enjoy this sometimes."

then, right as the waiter approaches again to take the bill, satoru suddenly crouches down, moving down slightly just to tie his shoe. and your overfed, panicked brain sees your husband on one knee and immediately blurts out:

“YES, I DO! I'LL MARRY YOU AGAIN!” you shout in a panic to satoru as your eyes widened along with his. "uh....."

the people in the restaurant look at eahc other before the entirety of the restaurant suddenly just burst into applause, in small bouts and then in a larger surge.

the waiter comes back with the receipt and just beams at the two of you, clapping. the host dabs at their eyes and just sighed, as if it's the incredible thing they've ever seen. satoru looks up at you, mouth open in sheer betrayal.

“babe.......” he says through gritted teeth.

“honey.....” you whisper back, frozen in horror.

and just like that, you’re fake engaged (once again).

imagine you and best friend! satoru dealing with the aftermath of your fake engagement.

as soon as you step out of the restaurant and away from the prying eyes of all the people who were still congratulating the two of you, you whirl on satoru with the most horrifed, exasperated exression you could muster all the while shaking your head.

you didn't even know where to put your hands at this point. you were just moving it about it, trying to understand what just happened. you were just both faking this to have a good, joyful discounted dinner.

“Why didn’t you just stay standing?” you hissed at him.

“i was just tying my shoe, for christ's sake!” he says, offended.

“WHO GETS ON ONE KNEE TO TIE THEIR SHOE IN A FANCY RESTAURANT?” you suddenly say in an outburst of emotion.

“excuse me for being dramatic while i'm tying my fucking shoe, bro!”

you groan, pressing your hands into your face. “this is a disaster. what if someone we know saw? fuck, what if someone took a video and uploaded it on tiktok with those heartwarming music tunes? what the fuck, everyone at work will see it, oh my god.....”

satoru wiggles his fingers. “then we milk it for free gifts. i mean, come on. think about it. it's a foolproof plan."

“no, absolutely not. this is a one of thing, satoru. oh my—”

"just hear me out! this is going to be a good thing for the both of us every single holiday and every single restaurant we visit. i mean, it's like with a birthday cake."

"satoru, that's a horrible idea!"

but it’s too late. he’s already taking a picture of the voucher that he was holding in his hand, thanks to the manager who is basically getting free advertising with what you had both accidentally done and texting it to your found family group chat.

satoru 🤍: just got engaged lol free meal WOO

nanami (ken)to: i refuse to believe this. [name} surely you have sme common sense not to do something like this.

get(oooouttt): there's no fucking way this is happening??? [name] blink twice if you feel like this is a kidnapping

ssssssshoko: did you drug her? there's no way she's agreeing to this, satoru. come on.

megumi (gojo's son): block me already oh my god, i don't want any part in this.

you snatch the phone from him, but the damage is already done. soon enough, your phone starts blowing up. it's like everyone on the planet is just spamming you. including your literal parents. and then his parents.

i mean, all the people you mutually know are calling, texts after texts are just continuing to flood in, and then all the sudden, you found yourself realizing that you might actually have to commit to this bit unless you want to explain the most humiliating scam of your life.

you look at satoru with the glare of a thousand suns. "i'm going to kill you."

he wiggles his eyebrows. “ready to be my future spouse, baby?”

you inhale deeply, trying so hard to calm yourself down. but unfortunately, that's easier said than done at this point in time. you hum to yourself, almost like a mantra.

you could strangle him. i mean it's not that hard, he will let you do it. wait, it shouldn't be could. it should be, you should strangle him. at this point, it feels like an essential thing to do now.

but you knew yourself better than that.

whatever he does, you know you can get over.

you like this guy, you were sure of that too well.

just a little bit too much, more than it should be allowed.

so instead, you sighed as you take the voucher from his hands. "you’re buying me breakfast every day until this blows over.”

he smirks. “anything for my baby.....wait wait, my wife slash fiancée again.”

"don't push it or i'll shove you."

"aw, babe, you love me so much, don't you?"

"shut up!"

imagine you and best friend! satoru waking up the next morning to absolute chaos.

you barely got a moment of peace when you finally got home before your phone starts vibrating like it’s trying to escape your nightstand. yet shook your head at it and left it there for quite a fair bit and ended up drinking some wine, regretting your decision one after the other over botles upon bottles.

and that's when your night ended, with you too drunk off your mind, still refusing to open your phone and you going on ahead to mumble in your sleep about how you didn't know what to do when you had to face reality.

but respite could only last for so long. with one eye barely open, you your found yourself woken by the stupid, endless buzzing sound that's been coming from your phone.

you groaned, still feeling the headache from alcohol from last night. you didn't want to get up. you didn't want to face the messages that's coming one after the other on there.

but even if you wanted to get back to sleep, you know you couldn't. when you woke up. you just did. there was no other recourse now. you mumbled under your breath before moving forward and blindly grabbed the phone.

opening it, it blinded you. you groaned for a bit, adjusting your eyes to the information. before long, you were squinting at the screen. you couldn't believe what you were seing. you purse your lips.

37 missed calls. 86 unread messages.

your message box, from the group chat to every other contact message on your phone, well they were all on fire. and you didn't know how to stop it or to control it. they were just all a mess and you didn't know what to do.

satoru🤍 : so actually the engagement is real. me and [name] are really engaged </3

ssssssshoko: “you got engaged, [name]???? i had to find out through TEXT??? from satoru???? that you're engaged TO SATORU? explain, asap.”

get(oooouttt): wow this is like the worst thing [name] ever did in her life actually

nanami (ken)to: “i am deeply concerned.”

megumi (gojo's son): “i hope this is a joke. i really, really do.”

then came the other kids messaging you individually. wait, how did they even find out all about this? they weren't even in the gc that satoru made for your little found family. you start to scroll up and try and figure out who they were from.

yuuji (my son actually): “CONGRATS, SENSEI!!!!!! I KNEW IT WOULD HAPPEN ONE DAY!!!!!!”

nobara (my pretty daughter): “U BETTER LET ME PLAN THE WEDDING SENSEI????”

yuuta (eldest son): [name]-sensei!!! congratulations to you and gojo-sensei!!! im wishing you well <3

maki (eldest daughter): [name]-sensei what do you MEAN you're engaged to that idiot???? MESSAGE ME BACK, SOON????

there were more of that, if you were being honest. one after the other, your students from kyoto and tokyo, and even from your one year in fukuoka, were just questioning you left and right on the same question. why the fuck would you be engaged to gojo satoru?

"i can't deal with this." you say as you continued to scroll through your messages. "i can't be doing this."

but then a message stops you at your tracks. you could feel yourself stunned with your mouth agape. this can't be happening to you right now, not at this moment. you purse your lips, as you reread the message over and over again.

yaga masamichi (ugh my boss) : “{name], i've told gojo already. but we need to talk.”

you moaned with irritation, almsot wanting to throw your phone. now your boss is involved? you can't be dealing with this after a night of drinking. you just really can't.

before you could even process that further, your doorbell rings. dreading what’s about to come, you shuffle over, still in your horribly mismatched pajamas, and open the door only to find gojo satoru, fully dressed, grinning, and holding up a tray with two coffees.

“good morning, fiancée of mine.” he chirps at you, grinning. he lowers his gaze. "ohhhh, cute set."

you groaned at him, rolling your eyes. “why are you like this?”

“because i’m very dedicated, very devoted, very enthralled with our little funny bit.” he breezes past you into your apartment, setting the coffee down before dramatically flopping onto your couch. “so my dearest baby, how does it feel to wake up engaged to me?”

“like i’ve made a terrible mistake.” you say to him, taking the coffee from his tray. "like i've ended up in a bad dream over and over again. like i've been reborn into a bad life. like i've been—"

"okay, okay, i get the point." satoru clutches his chest, sighing dramatically. he moves to take his own coffee. “but don't worry. i'm sure that's not permanent. that’s just the pre-wedding jitters, sweetheart.”

you throw a pillow at his face. "you're so annoying. let me have my drama here."

he catches it with ease, grinning. "not without me, baby."

"ugh, can't you call me something other than baby?"

"why not, baby not hitting your system?"

"no, it's giving me the ick."

"well, give me a moment." he winks at you. "i'm gonna find you a good one."

you hummed, sipping your coffee. "make it good."

"so how's pookie bear—"

you threw another pillow at him.

you should have known it wouldn't have worked.

you groaned at the appearance of infinity.

he smirked at you. "i'm taking that as a yes."

"i hate you."

"no, you don't."

imagine you and best friend! satoru realizing you have to deal with everyone’s reactions now.

you both spend the day together in your apartment, just going and watching the first season of love is blind. satoru was getting way into it that he ended up screaming at how badly it's going.

in the middle of your transition to season two, your phone goes on and buzzes once again. you raised a brow, picking up your phone again, checking who it was. must be a message again.

you purse your lips into a line. it wasn't a message this time. right now it’s your boss, yaga masamichi you on the other line calling. you exchange a look with satoru and showed him who was calling.

the white haired man smirks as he leans on your rather comfortable couch, mouthing for you to answer it. you roll your eyes at him before pressing the button to answer and putting the call on speaker.

“uh—hello?”

“get to my office. now. and bring gojo.”

you furrow your brows. "for....for what, yaga?"

"for human resources talk." he says rather bluntly. "on relationships and ethics."

"hey, yaga—" satoru starts to say in a cheerful tone.

but before satoru can breathe another word, yaga masamichi immediately ended the call. you sighed heavily as you glare at him, quickly putting away your phone. you move to take your second cup of coffee and drinking it.

satoru sips his (cold) first coffee. “welp...... i guess we’re in trouble. now.”

you groan, dragging a hand down your face soon after you drink. “ugh, i can't believe this. satoru, this is all your fault.”

“my fault?” he overdramatically gasps, feigning offense at your accusation. “who was it that panicked and said, ‘YES, I DO!’ in the middle of a restaurant knowing we were already fake married?”

you glare at him. “who the hell fucking kneels like its a proposal without warning just to tie their shoes in a romantic high end restaurant during the middle of valentines day rush hour, huh? of course i'd think it's a proposal, dumbass!"

he grins at your rant, raising his coffee cup up like it was a toast. “someone who's happy to be a trendsetter.”

you smack his arm, and he laughs, dodging you easily. “c’mon, let’s go and see yaga, let's just get this over with and give him what he wants.”

and with that, you and your fake fiancé went and headed off to deal with the next level of this disaster. and this time, without the panic that you had at the restaurant. well, at least that's what you hope.

imagine you finding out that best friend! satoru actually really likes you.

you expect the meeting with yaga to be a disaster. that's just how it goes when you had meetings with yaga when you were in high school. i mean, that's just how it was back then. you were always getting roped in satoru and suguru's stupid little messages, after all.

but as soon as you both arrived, he sat you both down and started to go and tell you both about how there's paperwork that has to be done and that you and satoru should remember ecthics (especially satoru).

well, that was much more on the fact that satoru's too well paid and relatively rich and he shouldn't be ripping people off with emotional manipulation when he could afford not getting the vouchers from a restaurant.

but all in all, it was a new experience with yaga. maybe he was really getting old. because by the end of it, he does something that you don't expect and pat you and satoru in the back.

yaga then sigh deeply, rub his temples and then simply says. “just keep it professional at work. especially you satoru. i'm watching you."

"but yaga, i can't say no if they offer it to me—"

"no ifs or buts, satoru." yaga successfully cuts satoru off. "i don't care if you get them. just give them to [name]."

"yeah, satoru. give them to me." you also butt in, almost cheekily with a shit-eating grin on your face.

"you're so annoying, i can't believe this."

yaga turns to you. "don't provoke him, not here. i want this to go as fast as possible so this can just not be more paperwork than it already is."

and then after that, that’s it. there were no punishments, no dramatic consequences from him like it used to be. it was just a pat in the back and a warning not to let your engagement interfere with your jobs. and to get take advantage of too many free coupons.

when you and satoru leave the office, you both exhale in relief. you both started to make your way out into the hall way before you went ahead and started stretching, letting the sun hit you as you walked.

“that was surprisingly easy, wasn't it?” you muttered to him. "that was so unlike yaga."

satoru smirks. “yeah, almost like he’s given up on controlling me.”

"well, i can't really call it giving up, more like he's just....you know, making life easier for him." you yawned back at him. "well, except on the coupons."

"hey, when it's being offered to me, who am i to go and say no to some good old granny offering it to me in a tuesday in her petite little shop?"

"that's why." you sighed back at him.

with the biggest hurdle out of the way, you assume things will settle down. though, it's another thing when it comes to the group chat. the group chat was still going on about it.

but you were sure today, it will eventually stop being an explosive news trend. and people would actually come to believe that you and satoru are actually, really, canonically engaged.

well, it should be fine. really, it should be. i mean, if you can fake being engaged, then you can fake breaking up too, right? it just takes a little bit of the imagination to do it all over again.

but then things start… getting weird.

at first, it’s little things.

like how he suddenly starts calling you his fiancée all the time, even when it’s just the two of you. it was as if he just really gave up about any corrections at all.

or how he insists on holding your hand when you’re out together whether that's in a public spor or a private spot, even when no one was around to go and watch the two of you.

but then it just really escalates, to the point of no return.

one night, when you’re out with some of your friends, and when someone teases you about the engagement and how it went viral on social media.

and satoru does something that you didn't expect. gojo satoru doesn’t joke back. instead, the white haired man merely wraps an arm around your shoulders and casually says to that person, “yeah, that's the point. she's mine. that's how it works, no?”

your eyes were wide to the point of bursting. satoru smiles, his blue eyes narrowed. but they were not bluffing, you can see it really well. you know that look all too well for him to just be playing an act. he means it.

you felt a sudden panic. you know that it's an act. well, it should be an act. it should be part of the bit, the one that you were both in on. but the way he looks at you at this moment, all too focused, all too sincere— you know that it’s not fake.

what was this damn feeling? you try to ignore it. but you don't know how to. not when you could feel your heart beat going on and on and on when you keep lookign at him.

you tell yourself to stop looking, to stop focusing on him. you tell your body to stop being so damn red all the time, to stop feeling flustered whenever you try to not kick your feet when he laughs.

you keep trying to convince yourself that he’s just too committed to the joke. that this is just all good fun between the two of you, that you both can stop worrying about this in no time.

until one night, when it all falls apart.

imagine best friend! satoru accidentally confessing his feelings to you.

it unfortunately happens during a late-night walk after a long mission. you both ended up taking missions that's only a few train stations away from each other.

you didn't want to give in, at first. but of course satoru keeps asking about your mission today and where you'll be. and he was happy to know you both will end up easily meeting if you ride the train to where he was.

and that's what ends up happening. you finished your mission within a couple of hours and immediately meet him at his favorite cafe in roppongi, already finishing a bout of the pastries they had in there.

you sighed as you sipped through the remainder of your strawberry matcha drink with tender ease, continuing to walk beside satoru through the brightly lit alleyways.

this part of city is quiet for some reason, believe it or not. usually roppongi is busy, but satoru seems to know which streets are relatively empty at this time.

well, you supposed that's just how it works sometimes. roppongi is his playground after all. you always preferred enjoying around shimokitazawa. there were too many good thrift stores and local food stores you go there.

all through out the walk, you noticed that gojo satoru is uncharacteristically silent. which was way too unlike him. it was really freaking you out. you have never had this much silence when it comes to gojo satoru.

you finally go and nudge him with your elbow. “what’s the hell is up with you?”

he exhales, shoving his hands into his pockets. “nothing.”

a pause comes as you both continue to walk.

you wanted to say something again, to ask.

but then he beats you to it as he looks at you.

he sighs rather softly. “really, it's nothing. i'm just thinking.”

you tilt your head, brows furrowed downward. “about what?”

he suddenly stops walking, turns to face you, and you know. even before he says it, you know. satoru never hesitates. you don't think you've ever seen this man ever have a second thought when it comes to things he's serious about.

he never falters, never holds back. but right now, standing under the dim glow of the streetlights, he looks rather nervous. and when he speaks, his voice is quieter than you’ve ever heard it. he just never was that type of person. he's not someone who falters, or ever holds back.

but right now, standing under the dim glow of the streetlights, he looks rather nervous. if anything, he looked more like a young school boy trying to convey something. and it was something you had never seen.

that's why it astounds you when he speaks a little later, with his voice is quieter than you’ve ever heard it. “you know i wasn’t actually joking, right?”

your breath catches, nearly dropping your strawberry matcha. “what?”

“this whole thing, all this.” he gestures vaguely, almost all too messy. “this thing....this....us. it's not....it wasn’t really fake. well, at least not for me.”

you felt like time stopped in that moment. you could feel your heart stop. everything in the world just suddenly stopping. everything around the two of you, everything just suddenly stops.

you can’t think. you can’t breathe. does satoru actually like you? does he really have this true honesty in his heart about this? you just felt like you were malfunctioning right now.

and furthermore, you have to stop right now and think, to go on and start asking you have to ask yourself all these questions—was it ever fake for you, either? and most of all, do you actually like him too?

all the sudden this inevitable silence continues to compound and stretch between the two of you. all there was now was the weight of his all too honest words lingers in the air, heavier than anything you’ve ever faced together.

you open your mouth, but nothing comes out. gojo satoru, for once in his life, isn’t smiling. he’s just looking at you for approval, for reciprocation.

you watched as his nervous hands still remained shoved deep into his pockets like he’s bracing himself for impact. like he’s waiting for you to break his heart and reject him and tell him that this isn't what you want from him.

you swallow and took a breath. “satoru…”

he exhales sharply, tilting his head back. “you don’t have to say anything to me, really.....i just—”

"hey, i want to say something but i just...."

his lips quirk up, but it’s not his usual cocky grin. It’s smaller, almost hesitant. “you don't have to say something out of pity, really. i just....i'm not trying to convince you. i just....figured you should know.”

your mind continues to race. you and satoru have always been best friends. from childhood to now, you were always what the other needed. you bicker, you tease, you share meals and inside jokes. you had a world of your own.

but then you think about all the little things as you grew older and got even closer, there were things you missed along the way. now you could see the way he always saves you the last bite of his dessert, the way he reaches for your hand even when there’s no reason to. the way his gaze lingers, softer than it has any right to be.

the way you never pulled away.

the way you never wanted to.

the way you wanted it to continue.

"wait, you like me?" you say, with mouth agaped. "what?"

"yes!" he says, almost defensively. "what's wrong with that?"

"nothing, nothing is wrong with that. i just....." you take a slow breath, calming yourself. “since when?”

satoru huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “dunno. maybe....a while now.” his eyes flick to yours. “i didn’t mean for it to happen, y’know? but then we fake-dated, and i thought—”

you purse your lips. "you thought?"

he hesitates, but he says it anyway. “maybe if i played pretend long enough, you’d actually look at me that way.”

your chest aches at his words. for a moment you let them sit and let yourself think inwards. to think about all these years together. and those little hints you felt within you, those little butterflies that dwelled upon your belly little by little.

you think about the times when you’d felt right at home when satoru put his arm around you in public. how your heart would continue to skip a beat when he’d whispered my favorite minx or my sweetheart just a little too softly. how the idea of this not being real had stung more than you were willing to admit.

you step closer, and his breath catches. “satoru.” you say again, quieter this time. "hey, listen to me."

“yeah?” he looked at you, almost too hopeful, too eager for you to see him. to look take in the whole of him. "what you want, sweetheart?"

you could feel your cheeks flushed and your heart running a marathon as you reach for his hand. you let them curl gently around your fingers, ever so tightly, as though there was no more option to let go. he watches you do what you did. he doesn’t move, doesn’t breathe.

“…what if I’m already looking at you that way?” you ask him, almost too shyly as you try your darnest to continue to look at him. "i mean....what if i'm just into this as you are?"

his head snaps toward you. his lips suddenly part. his fingers tighten around yours, like he’s afraid you’ll let go. then he exhales a breathless laugh, tipping his forehead against yours. you gasped lightly, finally face to face all too wholly.

“god, i hope you mean that.” his voice is barely more than a whisper.

his tone just feels rough around the edges like he’s afraid to say it too loudly, as if giving the words too much weight might make them collapse. his bright eyes were now dark and searching, flicker across your face, desperate to find any hint of hesitation.

“because there’s no takebacks, okay?”

his breath is uneven, his chest rising and falling too quickly as he waits for your answer. he looks like he’s bracing for impact, like he’s convinced that at any second, you’ll change your mind.

that you would walk away and realize this is a mistake, like you would go on and step back, and leave him standing in the wreckage of something that never had the chance to begin. but you don’t.

“i do mean it, you know?” you whisper to him, with a small smile. "trust me, okay?"

he could feel how each word carry the weight of every stolen glance, every unsaid confession, every moment that had led you here. your souls meet in that one gaze, colliding in the space between you, threading together something fragile yet unbreakable.

and so when he leans in slowly, cautiously, like he’s giving you every possible chance to pull away, but you don’t. rather, you didn't want to. instead you smiled at him. you'd waited just as long as him.

instead, you let the moment stretch, let the air between you hum with the tension of everything you’ve both been too afraid to say. his fingers twitch at his sides, like he wants to touch you but isn’t sure if he’s allowed. his breath mingles with yours, warm and shaky, a silent plea in itself.

so you close the distance for him. it’s not a desperate kiss, not a collision of lips and urgency. it’s something softer, something reverent.

it was like he’s memorizing the shape of you, like he’s terrified this is all a too good of a dream that will slip through his fingers the second he moves too fast and he would wake up with nothing, without you in his arms.

his hand comes up, hesitant at first, before finally settling along your jaw, his thumb tracing slow circles against your skin. the touch sends a shiver down your spine, a quiet ache blooming in your chest. you tilt your head, pressing into him, answering his silent question with your own certainty.

and that’s all he needs. the hesitation melts away as he deepens the kiss, his other hand slipping to your waist, pulling you just close enough that he can feel the way your heart is racing.

it was running just as fast as his. everything about this was feeling so overwhelming, so intoxicating. everything about it just feels like it was magical. everything else fades into nothing but this. but him. just it should be.

when you finally pull apart, breathless and dazed, he doesn’t let go. his forehead rests against yours, his fingers still tracing idle patterns against your skin.

“you’re sure?” he asks again, but there’s something different in his voice this time. something softer, like he’s starting to believe you.

you smile, small but certain. “i’ve never been more sure of anything.”

and when he kisses you again, it feels like home.

[butlervibesonly]

Ok,so hear me out: Austin being the biggest supporter(and not so stuble fangirl) of the reader who's a very succesfull book author. She's a childhood friends with Callum, and he knows about his not so subtle crush and introduces them, and when they reveal their relationship to the fans, he can't hide his admiration for he📚

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 | Austin Butler

• Pairing: Austin Butler x writer! reader

• Warnings: like fluff and typos maybe !! The Twitter posts are FAKE and made by me for fic uses only!!

• Proofreader: my darling @eternal-love ! 🤍

• Note: THIS REQUEST?! I absolutely loved it and enjoyed writing this! Thank you!!

Whenever Austin finds free time to do something else besides working and acting — he is reading. And… well, no lies, all of us have some favorite author whom books we love deeply. Sometimes we maybe even love the author themselves. And Austin? Gosh, he adores Y/n L/n… Now very popular and New York times best selling author.

He has almost every book you have ever written, and he also starts to show off his “obsession” on socials. In not happened only once that he shared the new book you written or any other exciting new on his Instagram. And? You couldn’t be happier about it.

You know Austin because of your dear friend who you know since when the two of you were kids — Callum. When he started to work on Masters Of The Air, you heard nothing but talks about Austin. And not going to lie, you like that guy… quite a lot.

One day, when Austin eventually posted some other buzzing news of your work, Callum decided to make it real. To make his friends happy. And maybe… in love? Callum is sitting in his apartment, when he takes his phone and searches for Austin’s contact. With a grin he texts him;

“Dude, you know she’s my childhood friend, right?”

When Austin gets that message, he just scoffs and amuses it’s a joke. Until Callum sends him a picture of you and him together from earlier years. And that, my dears, begin Austin’s crises.

Callum just takes the opportunity and takes Austin to your book singing event. The bookstore is buzzing with excitement. A long line snakes around the shelves, filled with fans clutching their copies of the latest novel that you wrote. Austin is standing somewhere in the middle of the line, not even caring about people recognizing him, while gripping his book like it might fly away.

“Okay, Austin, you got this. Just say something normal. Compliment her writing. You like her after all… Don’t be weird. Don’t confess your undying love for her writing. And for the love of… everything, DO NOT FAINT!”

Callum is standing beside him is scrolling through his phone, utterly unimpressed by the chaos around him. He glances at Austin and smirks. “Are you… shaking?” Callum teases him, knowing Aus is a bit shy person.

“I’m. Not. Shaking.” Austin hisses, trying to calm down and don’t let everyone else around him how deeply he loves your writing. And you too. The line moves forward, and Austin takes a deep breath. He can see you now—his favorite author. You’re sitting behind a table, chatting with fans kindly as you sign books, looking effortlessly perfect. He swallows hard.

“She’s just a person, Austin! A person who wrote the greatest books ever. No big deal. Totally normal human interaction happening here. Is it…? Actor and author. Hah..”

Finally, it’s Austin’s turn to get his book signed by you. As soon as you lift your head and see him with Callum by your side, you smile warmly. “Hi! You must be Austin! Callum told me a lot about you!” you say, trying to keep your cool. You are talking to the guy who is literally breath taking, played Elvis Presley and Feyd Rautha and…

Austin nods with nervous smile and opens his mouth to say something. Nothing comes out. He panics. Then, unfortunately, his brain decides that words need to happen—right now. “Your book changed my life-“

Callum faceplams himself, knowing this just had to happen. You blink, trying to recognize if he meant it in positive or negative way. “In a… good way I hope?” Austin lets out a slightly manic laugh. “YES. Yes! I mean, emotionally. I almost cried. A lot. It was beautiful. Not that I like pain or—”

Callum slaps his hand over Austin’s mouth and smiles at you. “What he means is, he’s a big fan.” Callum raises his eyebrows in a smirk. Austin just nods frantically behind Callum’s hand. At that you chuckle, signing the book Austin brought. “That’s sweet. I’m glad you liked it.” You sign the book in way you never did to anyone…

‘With love to Austin, Y/n L/n xx’

Austin finally gets his signed copy back and stumbles away in a daze. He doesn’t register Callum grabbing his shoulder until they’re a few steps away from the table. “I need to introduce you two together properly…”

As soon as Aus hears that, he turns to him, still processing. “What?” Then he sees as Callum takes out his phone, and suddenly gets a very, very bad feeling… or maybe good one, who knows.

No longer after Austin is standing in front of the café nearby the bookshop. All fans are gone, no more rush or excitement from the fact you were there or Austin is there. “This is just bad idea, Cal-“

“This? This is amazing idea.” Callum says with complete calmness, while Austin clutches his signed book as if it’s gonna grow legs and run away. “I… I am nervous and she will think I am weirdo or something…” Austin murmurs.

“She is going to love-“ As Callum says that, Austin’s eyes widen, absolutely not believing his words. “What?” Austin groans, dragging a hand down his face. “Maybe I should just go—” Before he can escape, you start approaching them both. You are wearing jeans, with beige pair of jeans and white cardigan.

You smile when you see Callum. “Hey, you!” Callum gives you a one-armed hug. “Hey, book lover! Thanks for coming.” He gestures to Austin. “You remember this guy?” You look at Austin, seeing his shy smile.

“How couldn’t I? It’s Mr. Austin Butler himself.” you hand out your hand to offer him some proper introducing. Austin takes it and holds your hand – and it fits as if it was made for it. “Yeah, Austin, nice to meet you.” you smile warmly.

“Please is mine,” Austin smiles, staring at you, as if world around him fated. “Yeah, Austin’s basically your unofficial hype man. The guy won’t shut up about your books.” Callum chimes in with a smirk. To that Austin just nudges his arm and hisses his name.

“Oh! I noticed…” you chuckle, warmth spreading through your chest. In a while the tree of you go into the café, only some people sitting by tables, enjoying their coffee. “So… you like my books?” you ask while walking beside Austin, following Callum who searches for spot to sit.

Austin takes a breath and nods. “I mean, uh, yeah. I really admire your writing. It’s… brilliant. You have such a wonderful way with words, and the way you build characters and emotions, it just mesmerizing.” When he says that, you smile warmly. He is actually first person to ever talk about your books like this.

As soon as Callum finds perfect spot — table for two — he claps Austin on the back. “Alright, I’ll leave you two nerds to it.” Austin blinks. “Wait, what?” Callum grins, already backing toward the door. “You’re welcome.”

Austin watches in horror as Callum abandons him and disappears outside. He turns back to you, watching the exchange with clear amusement. “He was always like this…” you chuckle nervously. You are left in café with Austin Butler himself.

“You are left in café with Y/n L/n, Butler. Get yourself together.”

“So… wanna sit?” Austin nods to your question —probably a little too fast—but sits down. You two settle into a corner booth, his hands still tightly gripping his book. “So… aside from reading my books… do you read something else?” you ask, almost awkwardly but enough to break the embarrassing silence.

“Oh—uh, a lot, actually. I mean, obviously your books are my favorite, but I love anything with strong characters and emotional depth,” Austin says, smiling. “Sometimes even classics.” Your eyes sparkle with amusement. “Oh really? Me too! What are your u favorites?”

“Basically anything. I really liked Oliver Twist, Great Gatsby let’s say Harry Potter,” Austin smiles and leans forward, suddenly too excited to be nervous. You nod enthusiastically. “Same! I mean, I love there’s gotta be something about how the classics were written.”

Austin���s whole face lights up. “Exactly! That’s what makes your books so good. I think it’s pretty visible on your books, it’s just… the way you write and transform words into almost too good to be true sentences. It’s truly something!” With a wide smile you listen him talking about your books.

It’s evident he has read your books. Austin Butler has read your books. “Thank you! You’re seriously good for my ego.” you joke and Austin laughs. “No really, I admire your passion not only for books but for… everything. Callum told me a lot.”

“He did…?” you ask surprisedly. Austin’s cheeks turn a bit red. “Yeah, well. You are childhood friends after all…” he tries to save the situation, and hide the fact he asked about you countlessly.

“What about movies? Are you as obsessed with storytelling in film as you are in books?” Austin asks, trying not to fail completely. “Are you kidding! I love movies!” you smile widely. You like this conversation more than anything right now.

“I analyze everything—structure, dialogue, character arcs. It drives me crazy. And I also love your movies too.” Austin’s jaw drops. “Aw… thank you so much. I’m glad when people admire the passion I give into roles.”

“Oh you so do! I mean, c’mon… The Elvis performance? Feyd? Benny? Loved that.” you blush a bit and so does Austin. “Okay, another question I am curious about —favorite movie that destroyed you emotionally? But in good way?”

“I adore The Notebook.” Austin doesn’t even hesitate. “The fact Noah built Allie her dream house while she was completely clueless? And the ending? Oh man…”

“You gotta be my twin or something! I absolutely love The Notebook!” you smile widely. It’s not always when you meet someone with same passions as you do. And Austin being the one? It’s like a dream. “You’re joking.” Austin stares. You shake your head, smiling. “Nope. The romance, and the conclusion? Nicholas Sparks is brilliant.”

Austin places a dramatic hand over his heart. “I think this is the greatest day of my life.” You snort happily. “You're exaggerating!”

“Nope, just passionate for person who is like me,” Austin corrects, then immediately regrets it. “Oh god, that sounded weird.” You just grin, loving the way he talks. “Nah, I like it. Passionate people make the best conversations.”

Austin feels his brain short-circuit. He quickly takes a sip of water to stop himself from saying something even more embarrassing.

The two of you talk for what feels like hours, your conversation flowing effortlessly from books to movies to random things that make you both happy—favorite rainy day activities, dream travel destinations, the best comfort foods. Eventually, you lean back in your chair, stirring the ice in your iced latte. “You know, I was kind of nervous about this.”

Austin blinks confusedly. “Wait… You- you were nervous?” You nod with shy smile. “Look, you are Austin Butler, I am me. I thought this will be filled with fans buzzing over us, or that I will sound like pathetic fan… I am your big fan tho. But this? I enjoy our time.”

Austin tries not to combust on the spot. “Well, I guess Callum does have good ideas sometimes.” You laugh and shake your head in amusement. “Don’t tell him that. He’ll never let us live it down.” Austin laughs, and for the first time all day, he feels completely at ease.

During the next months you and Austin became inseparable. You visited each other, spent a lot of time together, and texted each other. Now you are at the café where Callum introduced you both. The café is quiet tonight, it’s quiet Wednesday evening, the hum of espresso machines and soft jazz music filling the space. The usual crowd has dwindled, leaving just a few late-night readers and students buried in their laptops.

Austin and you are in usual booth by the window, two half-empty coffee cups between them. “Okay, controversial take— Mr. Darcy is most romantic man ever written.” Austin nearly drops his coffee. “Excuse me?” You smirk, leaning back in your chair. “I said what I said!” Austin mocks offense, playfully grin on his lips. “I feel personally attacked.”

“Oh, why? I mean can you blame me?” you laugh, loving the playful banter between you. Austin groans. “C’mon, L/n... I thought I was the most romantic man ever written.” If you know Austin enough already you would even say he is flirting.

You raise an eyebrow, and chuckle. “Well… That is high statement, you know?” Austin just scoffs and takes a sip from his coffee. “I am just messing around.. You really like that book, don’t you?”

“I mean… yeah. I just think it’s cool when a story can take a character you hate at first and make you root for them by the end. It’s good writing.” you confess with a smile. Austin could listen to your talking about books and writing all the time and you could listen to him talking about acting.

You two make a good pair without even realizing it… Austin takes a slow sip of his coffee, trying to hide the stupid grin creeping onto his face. This was supposed to be just another night at the café. But somehow, it feels like something is changing.

It all happens so slowly that Austin doesn’t even realize it at first. The lingering touches. The way your calls stretch late into the night, neither of you wanting to hang up first. The way you tug on the sleeve of his hoodie when you walk together, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

And then there are the looks. Austin catches himself watching you when you’re animatedly talking about your books. You catch him staring when you’re focused on writing, biting your lip in concentration. It’s happening. And you’re both so in trouble.

One night Austin invited you on some movie event where Callum is as well. Austin and you are sitting beside each other, a little closer than just friends do, but not quite anything more. You eventually get up to use the restroom and Callum takes the opportunity to talk to Austin. “Alright. You two need to just make out already.”

Austin almost chokes on his drink. “Callum, for Gosh sake!” he sets his drink down, cheeks red. “Look, I saw this coming from miles away.” He points at Austin. “You’ve been obsessed with her books forever.” Then Callum points at you leaving to restroom. “And she gets this look when you talk about them or anything else!”

Austin feels his cheeks burning with blood. He feels like a 15 year old boy being teased about his high school sweetheart, but deeply in his heart, he realizes that Callum is right. “If you don’t start dating tonight, I am not talking to you anymore!”

It may sound like a threat, but Austin takes his words really seriously and the same night he confesses his love for you, and by all surprises so do you. After months and months of sneaking glances at each other and absolutely loving the way you both are together, you’re finally dating.

You were nominated for The Inkspire Awards as best author of the year and you attended with Austin by your side where the two of you confirmed your relationship. It was so beautiful to address Austin as your boyfriend and biggest supporter.

Austin is now at interview due to his new project — The studio lights shine bright as Austin settles into the plush chair opposite the host. The crowd cheers as his name is announced, and he flashes a smile, waving before the applause dies down.

“Austin, welcome! You’ve been having an incredible year— new movies, award nominations, and, of course, a certain romance that has everyone talking!” the host grins warmly. Austin smiles widely as hint of you is being mentioned

“I knew you’d bring this up.” he chuckles and sits more comfortably in the chair. “Well, how could I not? You and the incredibly talented Y/n L/n. She is one of the most celebrated authors lately! You two make a powerful couple now!” host grins excitedly. Austin rubs the back of his neck, trying and failing to play it cool. “Yeah, she’s amazing.”

“You’ve been a fan of her work for years, right?” Austin brightens instantly. “Oh, way before we even Austin rubs the back of his neck, trying (and failing) to play it cool. “I mean… yeah, she’s pretty amazing.”

“You’ve been a fan of her work for years, right?” Austin’s smile brightens instantly. “Oh, way before we even met. I was obsessed! Like, full-on, day-one fanboy. Her books are brilliant. The way she builds worlds, her character arcs, the emotional depth—just, everything. It’s unreal.”

The audience goes ‘awww’. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone this excited talking about their partner’s work.” the host teases. Austin laughs, shaking his head. “I can’t help it. I’m still in awe. Every time I see her writing, I have this moment of like, ‘Wow, that’s my girlfriend. She’s creating stories that people will love forever.’ And I am lucky to love her forever.”

More awws come from the crowd and Austin pretends not to blush. “And I need to ask, how did the two of you actually got together?” the host asks, leaning forward to Austin. Austin groans, already knowing where this is headed. “Oh god, Callum is never going to let me live this down.”

The host and audience laughs at the mention of Callum. “So it’s true? Your mutual friend Callum Turner set you up?” Austin hides his face into his hands and laughs. Austin leans forward, grinning. “Okay, picture this—I’m at a book signing, being a total nervous wreck because I finally get to meet my favorite author. Callum, being absolutely obsessed with the fact of setting us together, just throws me into an introduction like, ‘Hey, this is Austin, he’s obsessed with you. Anyway, bye!’.”

The audience bursts into laughter “That’s… incredible.” the host laughs. Austin grins, being actually grateful to Callum. “Yeah, I wanted to die on the spot. But somehow, she didn’t run away. We started talking about books, movies, all these things we both love… and we just clicked.”

Austin takes a breath and smiles warmly. “I remember the first time I picked up one of her books. I was totally immersed. It wasn’t just the way she writes, though her prose is stunning. It is the stories she creates. Flawed, real, raw. Characters who made mistakes, who learned, who changed. And I just…man, I fell in love with the way she sees the world. The way she turns thoughts into words, words into stories that feel alive…”

The host smiles softly, loving his truthful and love full words. “So, yeah. I was a fan of her long before I met her. But now? Now I get to see the person behind the words, and she’s… Gosh, she’s everything. She’s my favorite story. And I don’t think I’ll ever stop reading thank to her."

[mrabubu]

Regarding Temi's birth, we know that Ana's physiology may be different because she's part Kraang, so I have some questions about that.

How did you find out she was pregnant?

What was the pregnancy like? Was Leo overprotective? Did she have cravings?

And the delivery? Were there any complications? Your drawings are so cute!

Honestly, at first I had an idea of Ana being unable to have kids of her own because of the Kraang, but then this sudden baby fever hit me and I thought that whatever i want some baby content. Also maybe it's my way to deal with this kind of a trauma of not having my father by my side, and seeing Leo being a loving parent and loving his daughter gives me a lot of joy.

Mmm... I never had this scene in my head, but I think it wouldn't be like something-something. I think Ana would get signs like feeling sick and all, and then check and find out she's pregnant. She would have a talk with Leo about raising a baby in the apocalypse, but at the same time he would want it, a family of his own. And Ana would express that she would want to go through this for him if this child would make him happy.

I had this idea that Ana's pregnancy would actually be hard on her because the baby would drain a lot of energy from her since it's half Kraang, half mutant turtle and a human. So she would be feeling pretty weak and fragile.

Leo, I imagine, would be OVERPROTECTIVE, yeah, but also very soft and caring.

Yeah, the delivery was hard on her, being weakened and all, and the baby had to be delivered earlier. But she went through and was okay.

And thank you!

[traintrainingmontage]

Prompt:

Donald and Douglas before they came to Sodor.

Also, congratulations on gaining 150 followers! 🎉

Thank you so much!! 💖 I appreciate it~ And I am more than happy to do more backstory with the Scottish engines!! Let's see what Donald and Douglas got up to, back before they ever came to Sodor's shores...

(Some crew OCs and story ideas borrowed [w/ permission] from @edwards-exploit!!)

(The month, and the prompts deadline, is coming to a close! Get your prompt idea in by the 31st, and I'll write it! Details are here!)

Kirk Darrow couldn't have been more pleased as he left the stationmaster's office, having been told that management was seriously considering him for a position as a driver. The winter cold bit at him like mad, but his entire body felt warm and light, like he'd just enjoyed a hot toddy. He'd served as a fireman for a number of years, and had the honor of crewing BR No. 57646 alongside his brother, Dirk. The two of them had, just as they'd arrived in the world together, signed up to join the railway together many moons ago when there weren't any better prospects to speak of back home.

While Dirk had been certified as a driver for a few years now, Kirk had always known that he could have taken the exams, but truthfully, he hadn't felt terribly motivated to do so. After all, he got to work alongside his twin and their engine all day, so why would he ever want to drive some other engine? It was only through the urging of his brother and No. 57646 that Kirk even bothered to consider it, though, mostly because, in Dirk's words, "if som'thin' 'appens n' I get laid up in th' hospital, ye'd better be able t' take care o' 'im!"

Unfortunately for Kirk, Dirk was known to make snap judgements and rash decisions, some of which had landed him in the hospital before, so it was that rather sound argument that had led to him studying for (and thankfully scoring high on) his exams.

As Kirk rounded the bend and approached the yard, trying to figure out how best to share the good news—should he play the fool? Offer to buy beers? Make it out to be a Christmas miracle?—what he saw instead made his good cheer evaporate in a flash.

No. 57647, an engine that their own held close to his heart, snarled throatily at one of the new diesel railbuses that had so recently entered service, this one having transferred here only a few short days ago. This particular diesel was 79959, and from the very start, he had made a rather strong impression on the rest of the yard. Kirk didn't much care for him himself, but at least he knew how to keep his damn distance. Unfortunately, from the way the two engines were facing off against each other, anger bleeding off of them both, one of them—or perhaps both of them—had decided to pick a fight.

"Ye'd best take that back, ye oil-huffin' ninny!"

The diesel only sniffed imperiously at 57647's words, clearly unimpressed. "Oh, look. Th' hothead's barbaric brother is here t' play noo! Ohhhh, Ah'm so scared!"

Condescension dripped from every word, and the diesel's eyes slowly turned back to 57646, a cocksure grin stretching across his face. "Ye 'eard what ah said, but ah'll say it again! All ye steamies are jus' washed up, no-good, hunks o' rust, an' you, ye dumb engine, are th' worst of all. Always givin' me orders, always thinkin' ah'm not as strong or as important as ye. WELL! Ah can do whatever you can, an' so much more! Ah can't wait 'til yer in the scrapyard, beggin' fer yer life, only ta—"

BAM! There was a clash, metal scraping against metal, and 57647 was suddenly right in front of the diesel, the two buffer to buffer as, with a great heave of effort, the steam engine pushed the railbus right off the rails, causing him to tip over and land with a great clatter against the cold, hard ground.

"HAAH! HAAH!" the railbus hyperventilated, panic setting in as his eyes looked every which way, focusing on nothing. A great hush fell over the yard, everyone watching in collective bewilderment as they tried to comprehend what had happened, before realization finally set in and a cacophany of noise erupted. Some of the men immediately set to righting the toppled bus, who was now screaming obscenities at the twin engines, while others hurried to ascertain the state of the line. 57647, for his part, was soundly being told off by his crew, two more folks that Kirk couldn't confidently say that he liked until he'd gotten enough beers in him.

"What were ye thinkin', ye ridiculous engine?!" the steam engine's driver shouted, looking like he was a hair's breadth away from popping a vein. "Ye coulda hurt someone! Yer lucky that damn railbus' crew was on break! Yer so... GAH! No wonder th' top brass wants t'—"

At that moment, however, the driver suddenly clammed up, the fireman also shuffling his feet and looking anywhere else. 57646's brows furrowed, suspicion all over his face, and it was clear that he was about to press on the matter, when a particular sound gave them all pause.

The depot manager's heavy steps were unmistakable, and Mr. MacCullough, the dark-eyed manager, approached the two steam engines with ire in his eyes and his jaw firm.

"Unbelievable. Once again, ye've caused me some REAL trouble, 57647! That railbus was t' take passengers this afternoon, an' noo, I've gotta organize a replacement! AGAIN!"

"But sir, I—"

"Can it, ye lousy engine! Ye couldn't keep yer temper in check, n' ye started a fight. Don't even pretend; I've already heard enough testimony from everyone here!"

The depot manager took a deep breath, eyes moving back and forth between the twins. "You listen t' me," he growled, his volume low but the intensity of his voice palpable. "Ah've had it wit' ye. Yer a bleedin' idiot who can't keep 'is temper, an' ah don't need that on ma railway. Yer done. Ah'm arrangin' for ye t' be sent t' th' scrapyard at th' end o' th' week."

A sudden hush fell over the twin engines and 57646's crew as Kirk came over to join his brother and their engine, his good news seeming so monumentally insignificant in the face of this terrible announcement. "Wha... what d'ya mean, sir?" 57647 trembled, and beside him, Dirk also trembled, but certainly not with trepidation.

"Ah mean what ah said," the manager sneered. "Yer no longer useful, an' yer gettin' scrapped. As fer 57646 here, congratulations. Ye've been sold; yer goin' t' Sodor."

"SODOR?!" exploded 57646, horror, anger, and rebelliousness all coming to the forefront as the manager's words sunk in.

"Tha's right," the steely eyed Mr. MacCullough continued, seeming quite unpreturbed even though a giant steam locomotive easily more than thrice his size looked like he was currently contemplating murder. "Yer goin' t' Sodor, an' ah'll be seein' ye off in a few days so yer crew can decide whether they wanna go wit' ya. That's all."

With that, like he hadn't just delivered the equivalent of executioner's orders, Mr. MacCullough turned on his heel and headed straight back for his office, his stride not slowing in the least despite the agony he'd left behind.

"No... NO!" 57647 cried, shaking like mad as tears threatened to fall. Beside him, Dirk and Kirk slowly reached up to pat at his frames; even though 57647 wasn't their engine, 57646 loved him enough to call him brother, and thus, he was just as special to the crew.

The reactions from 57647's own crew, however, left something to be desired, especially as Dirk turned to face them with a fire in his eyes.

"What was that, Rory?!" he demanded, practically getting into the driver's face. "Ye didn't stand up for yer engine at all! Yer jus' gonna... jus' gonna let him DIE?!"

With that, Dirk grabbed at his fellow driver's shirt and practically lifted him to his tiptoes, with Kirk making no move to stop him. However, instead of remorse, Rory simply let out a harsh sigh, his expression a mess of anxiety, reluctance, and resignation.

"Th' Controller let me know this mornin'. Mick n' I... we're bein' transferred t'a new engine. There's nothin' we can do. We can't work wit' him anymore, and ah'd rather be drivin' one o' them nice new diesels, anyway."

"Them nice new diesels..." Dirk scoffed, before spitting off to the side and releasing his grip, causing Rory to scramble backwards, breathing heavily, eyes wide with fright. "Get outta me sight. I dun wanna see ye again fer th' rest o' th' time ah'm here. GO!"

Rory and Mick didn't need persuading. The two scrambled off in a flurry of limbs, their movements so comical that were the situation anything but what it was, it might have been funny.

"Ah... ah cannae believe it," 57647 whimpered, eyes wide and staring at nothing. "Ma crew... they dun care 'bout me. Ah'm... ah'm gonna be scrapped..."

"Nae," 57646 whispered fiercely, trying to keep his voice low even though all assembled could hear the emotions raging just beneath the surface. "Yer not dyin' anytime soon, y'hear me? Ah... Ah'll figure sometin' out."

"Ye mean we," Dirk corrected, causing Kirk to look over at him in surprise. "We aren't about to let ye go at this alone." The conviction in his voice brought warm smiles to the faces of the two Caledonians, and it would have been a perfect moment if not for Kirk grabbing at his brother's arm.

"Ah, 'scuse us, you two."

Kirk managed to wrangle Dirk off to the side for a moment, before staring at his twin with disbelief. "Dirk! Ye cannae make promises ye can't keep!"

Dirk folded his arms, scowling at his brother as though he'd said something ridiculous. "What're ye on about, Kirk? Our engines need our help!"

"Our engines?!" Kirk hissed, struck absolutely incredulous by his brother's audacity. "Dirk, we have one engine, an' tha's moore than enough! 'Sides, his brother's bound fer th' scrapyard! How d'ye propose we—"

"Kirk," his brother interrupted softly, his tone solemn, "if I were starin' down th' executioner's axe, wuld ye do whatcha had t' do ta save me?"

"O' course!" Kirk blurted, not even needing a second to think. "Yer me bràthair, an'—"

"Tha's how our engine feels 'bout his own," his twin interjected, his tone now pleading, almost begging Kirk to understand. "Kirk, we've gotta do sometin'. Ah already know we're goin' wit' him t' Sodor; we've got no more family here, an' he may be metal, but he may as well be kin. And kin comes through fer kin."

There was a long, long silence. Kirk stared steadily at Dirk, then at the two engines, who were quietly conversing with each other, then upon noticing that he was looking at them, gave tiny, hopeful smiles that would have melted any good man's heart.

At that, a long sigh escaped the fireman's lips as he turned to regard his brother, who was already smiling at the sound of his twin's surrender. "Alright. We'll save his bràthair. N' he's real lucky, 'cause ah know our cousins, Bryce n' Blair, were also thinkin' a leavin' th' railway an' skippin' town. They'll be happy t' come wit' us, 'specially if there's steamies that need savin'."

"YES!" Dirk started to cheer, but then quickly stopped himself as the noise drew the attention of the other railwaymen around the yard. "Alright. Last thing we need's another driver, then..."

At this, Kirk couldn't help but roll his eyes. Looked like his earlier conundrum had solved itself. "Guess yer in luck once again. Ah passed th' exams; ah'm a certified driver noo."

"Really?!" Dirk's eyes widened to an almost comical degree, and a huge smile split his face. "Ah shoulda known that's why ye were lookin' so proud earlier! Between you an' me drivin' an' the Mitchells' shovelin', we'll have no problems gettin' t' Sodor! Let's tell them the good news, then!"

With that, the good news was shared and plans were laid, and despite the worries and the fear of what the future might hold, one engine and his driver, along with another engine and his soon-to-be-driver, found themselves smiling brightly. After all, nobody knew better than they did how far they'd go for family.

[clairerosetarot]

PICK A PIC! Your Future Spouse’s Kinks | 18+ 💦

Also: Don’t give to much meaning to the words in parenthesis, they are just used to specify which gif is which, try to focus on the feeling instead! 🤭🧘‍♀️

Well hello there guys!!!! I’m so sorry that I took so long to get back, March is really kicking my 🍑 lol. Anyways I’m back and wont take a break again for quite a while I hope. :) Let’s get started with the reading.

Decks Used: Rider-Waite and The Golden Future (oracle) by Diana Cooper

Pile 1 🌊

Cards: The Lovers, Illuminated Light, Family Relationships.

Wow, This is really interesting Pile 1! I’ve never really heard of this before but it seems like your partner has enveloped sexual energy with a light, almost healing, loving one. I believe they have a ‘love kink’ is that even a thing? lol 😆 Or perhaps a mutual praise kink. Showering you with expensive gifts and travels too. I swear I had a pile similar to this in my last reading so if you picked that as well then this is definitely for you.

I feel like your partner didn’t have all the love in their household available to them growing up. Maybe their parents were divorced, or just always away for work. They saw this and wanted things to be different, imagined a life for themselves where they marry who they really love and shower them in it everyday. If their parents weren’t divorced then maybe they just come from a culture where showing love outwardly isn’t expressed and they felt like a black sheep for wanting that. They want to engage in extreme sensory pleasures with you, pile 1. No pain, just pleasure is what i’m hearing. Massage oil, feathering touches and caresses in between soft kisses, chocolate honey and strawberries (Food is coming through here - could be a Taurus ♉️), maybe some flavored lube lmao 🤣 They are sort of cracking me up with this and if you are a sort of ‘bossy’ type of person and having trouble receiving such affection I get that, but they will also make you feel good AF!! “Just lay back and left me try to make you squirt” Is what i’m hearing LMAOO they are kinda freaky but wrap it in such love and respect they hold for you. If you were expecting hard bondage and slapping i’m sorry my dears, this person probably doesn’t get that but will do it to make you happy i’m hearing.

Overall Your future spouse will love you in the most tender and heartfelt way! You’ll feel adored, cherished, and supported every single day. The future looks bright and full of love! 💕🌟

Hope that brings a smile to your face!

Pile 2 🌊

Cards: The Star (why so many major arcana already lol I think my readers rate attracting some big time freaks 🥵), The Waters of the Planet, The Super Love Portal, The emperor jumped out also.

Okay, can somebody say dom?? Even if you are to wed a women pile 2, your future spouse will be dominating AF. They might like to hear you cry Mommy/Daddy for them 🫣. You guys are the type of couple that falls into these roles very easily in bed ( or elsewhere 😏) and keeps it up until old age. Big “old couple grinding on each at the nursing home” energy here lmao. They will also have a voyeurism kink, I think they are little too possessive to actually have s*x in front of other people, but perhaps letting others know in a sneaky way by leaving hickeys on your neck or scratches on your back.

You know how some people are subjected at work by their boss so they become dominant in bed? Well, your future spouse is the opposite. They have a dominant almost domineering presence at work and a loving, but also just as firm role in s*x. They could be an ENTJ, i’m not good with mbti but they fit that vibe. As for signs i’m getting Scorpio or Capricorn energy, not necessarily their sign just the energy they have. I feel like this person is cold to certain people, especially at their job, however when it comes to you, let’s just say they indulge in you in extra special treatment. You definitely get pretty princess treatment with them, that’s how you’ll know they’re the one! But be careful pile 2 as if you are not used to this treatment it will attract jealousy. My advice is to mediate and communicate well together outside the bedroom since your chemistry is so electric within it. 😉❤️‍🔥

Overall Your future spouse will be a strong, dominant, and confident person, but their love for you will be equally strong and full of devotion. They will protect, lead, and support you in ways that make you feel safe, loved, and empowered. Together, you’ll conquer the world! 🌍💪

Hope this reading resonates with you! 🌟

Pile 3 🌊

Cards: Page of Wands, Our Beautiful Planet, The 12 Chakras,

Let me set the scene for you my pile 3s: you can tell your partner is a little nervous, they don’t give themselves to just anyone. They are sensitive, sweet, smart and highly spiritual. You two get close and you ask them lightheartedly flirting what they like in bed. Still their cheeks warm just thinking about it. They muster the courage themselves to tell you; Making you c*m with me.

Pile 3, your future spouse is definitely the shy and sensitive type. The type you want to bring home to your mother and keeps an open mind about all your tarot-loving hippy dippy stuff. They feel bad about it, they really do, but when you’re around looking the way you look to them, they think of nothing else but making you c*m. I think they will have a kundalini awakening with you that causes this. When you to come together… and c*m together, it feels earth shattering and universally orgasmic. 🤤

I almost don’t want to say to much in comparison to the other piles because of what a sweet soul they are, but they could be bullied in the past and that causes them to have a lot of empathy or others, especially for women. Unlike many they want to know how to make a woman reach her climax and they get off more on that sometimes than taking. I’ll leave you on that delightful note to ponder, pile 3.

Your future spouse will be a warm, sensitive soul, giving all their love and care to you. Their deep emotional connection will make you feel safe and loved, and they’ll always put effort into making your relationship flourish. Together, you’ll build a beautiful, loving life. 💖🌟

I hope this reading fills you with love and positivity! 🌷✨

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That’s all y’all! See you next time, and remember if it don’t apply let it fly!

[hyralc]

my localization of mtgjp's comic

[chiquilines]

op you are the only person on this entire website feeding me Miryumi. Bless, and keeep making more jbsjhbcsbcjkdzb its so fucking gpood and ima soa hungry

My one job is keeping the miryumi community well fed and by god am i committed

[chaosandevelyn]

aus 2025 quali...

[pipskippy]

flax and nina you will always be famous to me!!!!

[digitaldiseas3]

i HATEEE when movies or shows or COMMERCIALS include tarot but clearly nobody involved actually knows anything about tarot so every time 100% without fail they pull the death card and everyone freaks out. bitch if you knew anything about tarot you would love and welcome the death card. it’s the tower that you should really be shitting bricks at

[indreamyhead]

I saw some posts where people said that the last part of the last episode pull them out of the show completely because there was no way that Sara will declare her love for Isaac so suddenly. They said it came out of nowhere, and it was ridiculous and rushed.

And... I just disagree? They have just been through an entire lifetime of hardship in just a short amount of time so OF COURSE their bound would naturally develop quicker than a normal pace with a normal safe setting. For me, it was beautiful and heartbreaking. And it was so tragic to see him refusing her offer to go to California together, his wife and son deaths were still haunting him even after realizing that maybe he could live again and heal with a new life with her and their fond family.

It was very sad, but I was so sure than one of the two adult will pass to the other side by the end of their journey. And as always it's the brokenhearted anti-hero who save everyone who dies. At least he was not alone at the end.

[thewickerking]

3 year old messages cannot be having me giggling out loud it is three am. Sighs. I think more than anything I just miss having the energy to text as many people as often as I used to. I miss late night conversations while barely awake and memorizing timezones and inside jokes and well okay maybe I do miss specific people. I miss the groupchats and servers and communities i was a part of... especially now when I feel such a lack of community around me.... :/

[cosmogyros]

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[hollow-vok]

Ohh im obssesed