#ok so um. fun fact i may or may not have made this over the course of one night and then my brother made me go outside with him

[bonsaibudz]

second date went very very well (with maybe the exception that he's starting to be a little *too* frat boy for her..) with a teeny tiny surprise below the cut that explains pic 2

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um so a little secret random genuinely unexpected hookup maybe occurred while she was out on the date.. don't look at me i didn't do anything i absolutely made all the decisions :)

[lesbian-rook]

Around this time last year i rewatched SU and was possessed

+bonus comic

[jellieland]

A week or two after the games, Grian will usually check in with the victor.

It's a habit that's probably more for his own benefit than anyone else's. But it is, he thinks, a good habit nonetheless.

After all, as fun as it all is, things can get a bit... intense, towards the end, and it's good for his peace of mind to make sure the last one standing is ok with how things shook out.

Nothing much has ever really come of it before; they're all pretty resilient. He doubts this time’ll be different. Except- well.

Something about it all itches at the back of his mind, and he hasn’t been able to work out why. There was the actual ending, of course, but also Grian may have been whispering in Martyn's ear about how boring that final showdown was turning out to be, and how narratively satisfying it would be if he just betrayed the other two and got it over with, so.

If nothing else, it feels like he's got no reason to break with tradition.

There's just one more concern.

Martyn seems to have made it almost impossible to contact him.

It's not... unheard of, for players to keep to themselves most of the time, especially when it comes to those they don’t share a server with. It seems a little uncharacteristic of Martyn, but the last time Grian saw him outside the games was before they even started, so maybe he does things differently these days.

There are certainly a great many reasons why that could be the case, most of which are perfectly sensible.

But Grian's never been able to resist picking at a puzzle put in front of him, whether the puzzle likes it or not, so he is going to talk to Martyn. And he can just see what happens, and worry about any consequences if and when they appear.

Luckily, he already has a way to do just that.

He doesn't usually need to do this - although it is very funny to startle Scar or Mumbo with it sometimes when they're concentrating. Honestly it's usually less effective than communicators, with how much effort it takes.

But he does have a way. The same way he used to whisper in Martyn's ear very recently, in fact.

He reaches out, away from his home, away from his body, and it feels a little like simultaneously overextending himself, and putting his foot down on a step he thought was flat ground.

That is... not how this usually feels.

It's odd. Rather unnerving.

But it works.

He finds Martyn. Watches the vague shape of him solidify into something more real.

He’s still wearing his red life outfit, for some reason. His eyes are closed. Around his head, the coral curls like a blood-red crown.

“What do you think you're playing at?” Asks Grian.

Martyn blinks his eyes open slowly, looking less confused than Grian would expect for someone hearing a disembodied voice out of nowhere. “Oh good.” He says dryly. “You again.”

He squawks indignantly. “Hey, what's that supposed to mean?”

There is silence for a few seconds.

��...Hey.” Martyn says, and as flippant as he suddenly sounds, he looks as thrown off balance as Grian feels. “Not sure who this is, but I think you might have the wrong number!”

“I think that's unlikely.” He deadpans. “Where are you? I haven't been able to get hold of you.”

“Uh-” There's a short pause as he looks around at wherever he is right now. “Falling into endless nothingness, looks like. Same old, same old, am I right?”

Grian rolls his eyes. “Yeah, ok. Well, I suppose you don't have to tell me.” A part of him makes a note of Martyn’s wording, though. Just in case.

“...Hm. Well, not gonna lie, I do appreciate the change of pace, but I would love to know what exactly you want from me. You know, just on the off chance that you feel like giving me any clues.”

It's at this point that Grian remembers: one of the main reasons this method of communication is good for messing with people is that it makes him sound, um. A little different. And while he can see Martyn, it’s not as if Martyn can see him.

...Best to just pretend that hadn't slipped his mind.

“You do realize this is Grian, right?” He asks, as though it ought to be obvious.

“Riiight, yeah, sure.” Says Martyn. “And I'm also Grian, did you know that?”

“Oh for- what, do you want me to tell you some secret only the two of us would know, or something?”

“Nah.” Says Martyn. “That wouldn't work.”

“Elaborate.” Says Grian, through gritted teeth.

“You know what? I don't think I will!” Replies Martyn brightly.

Grian takes a deep breath in through his nose. “I'm beginning to wonder why I bother.” He grinds out.

Martyn snorts. “Tell me about it.”

There's a short silence.

“But- ok.” He continues. “Just suppose for the sake of argument that you are Grian.”

“...Yes?” Asks Grian warily.

“I have a question for you.”

“...Yeeees?” Asks Grian, even more warily.

The silence stretches for several long moments.

“What's up?” Asks Martyn.

“Yeah ok, this isn’t worth it, I'm leaving now.”

“Wait! No, I'm serious!” Under the amusement, there's a note of something that sounds almost like nervousness in his voice. It's uncharacteristic. Unnerving.

“What are you talking about?” Asks Grian, trying very hard to keep his voice at least mostly free of annoyance.

“Oh, you know! What's going on, what's the deal, what'd you want to talk to me for?” There's a slight hesitation. “You need help or something?”

“I- ok. That's actually sort of relevant. It's really nothing too complicated, Martyn.” He says, grumpily. “All I wanted to do was make sure you're good with what happened at the end of the last game.”

Martyn blinks, and goes very still.

There is a long silence - long enough that Grian starts to feel concerned.

And then Martyn laughs.

It's not a nice laugh.

“Good, huh. You want to know if I’m good with it. That sure is an interesting choice of words.”

“...How so?” He asks, guardedly.

“Grian. Grian, I’m not sure if you remember this, but I won. I won this one, Grian.” Every word he says, however restrained, sounds like it’s had to claw its way out of him. He glares at nothing. “And guess what? It's just like the others. I don’t really care enough for any of it to matter to me, anymore, and that's fine by me.”

Now that's... a lot to unpack. “You- I'm sorry?”

“Well that makes one of us then, doesn't it?” His voice is coated with scorn.

“What are you talking about?”

“Do you actually think I’m going to explain myself to you?” He asks, looking half-amused. “You, of all people?”

“Well unfortunately, Martyn, I can’t exactly put Ren on the line, so I’m afraid I’m all you’re going to get.” He snaps, and instantly regrets it when he sees the look in Martyn’s eyes.

There is a short silence.

Grian shifts uncomfortably. He’s not going to apologize, obviously. But. Well. “That... ok, maybe that was a bit much.” He says.

“...Little bit, yeah.”

There is another silence.

After a while, Martyn speaks.

“I would’ve betrayed him too, you know.” He says coolly.

“What, Ren?”

“Yeah. At the drop of a hat. Soon as it was convenient.”

“I mean sure, I suppose?” Says Grian, caught off guard. “You didn’t, though. Did you? When you had the chance.”

“Eh.” He shrugs, as though that’s an irrelevant detail. “It would’ve been more dramatic later. You know how it is.”

...There's no real way he can justify saying no to that, is there? “Yeah.” He says. “I guess I do.”

He tries to picture the King, betrayed. The Hand, triumphant.

“I dunno, though.” He says, thoughtful. “I don’t think you ever could’ve done it, to be honest. Not in the first one. Whatever it was you were planning, it was just never how that story was going to go.”

“That’s not true.” He says it just slightly too fast. “I know that’s not true.”

Grian scoffs. “You know thinking about something isn’t the same as doing it, right?”

“What, no, really?” He rolls his eyes. “You don’t say!”

“What I’m saying,” He lets his voice turn biting, “Is that you’re being stupid.”

Martyn lets out a startled laugh. It’s surprisingly genuine. “Wow. You’re really bad at this, dude.”

Grian bristles. “Well why am I the one who has to do it then? Why don’t you talk to someone else, if you hate talking to me so much?”

“I mean…” He makes an unconvinced noise. “Obvious problems aside, when do you even expect me to do that? We usually have other things to worry about.”

“I don’t know, maybe at literally any point between the games?” He sighs exasperatedly. “There’s no way you’re that busy.”

“Between the games?” Martyn asks incredulously, and Grian suddenly feels as though something dangerous is hovering over their heads, just about to drop. “What do you mean, between the games?”

“I mean between the games! Like- now! What do you think this is, right now, if it’s not between the games?” He snaps.

“This right now?” He looks nonplussed. “I think we’re usually asleep for most of this bit. Or possibly we forget about it. As you can probably imagine, it’s hard to know for sure.”

“Now I know that’s not true.” He says firmly, ignoring the unease trying to creep up on him. “I know I do stuff between games, and I know I don’t just forget about it. That makes no sense.”

“I mean, I don't necessarily mean everything between the games, more just this specifically.” He gestures around at nothing. “That gets more complicated, though. But you- hm.” He looks curious. “That’s interesting. Where even are you, then, at the moment?”

“I’m at home! Which is where I thought everyone else was too!”

Martyn seems to consider this for a few moments, and then he frowns, and then his expression goes blank. “…Oh.” He says. “Yeah. No, that… makes sense, actually. Yeah. You’re probably right.”

“Wha- what do you mean? Right about what?”

“Everyone probably went home. Or, at least, they thought they did. And hey, what’s the difference, when you get right down to it?”

“...Ok, I’m going to ignore the second part for now, I already got past that little existential crisis after Ren and Doc’s whole… thing… in season eight- if you think everyone went home, why are you- what was it you said- ‘falling into endless nothingness’?”

There’s another pause.

“...You’re really gonna make me say it, huh? That seems cruel, even for you.”

“Wait, no, what do you-”

“Where else do you think I would go?” It sounds less like an admission and more like an accusation. “What ‘home’ do you think I have left, Grian?”

“Look.” Snaps Grian, feeling vaguely tricked. “It’s not my fault that you-”

“Yeah, it never is, is it?” He glares into the darkness. “It’s always a tragic inevitability with you, never a choice you’re making. That way you get to stab people in the back and pretend to be sad about it. Best of both worlds, huh?”

Grian splutters for a few seconds. “Why are you being so rude to me??”

“Because you’re you and I’m me.” He smirks. “Don’t know what you expected, honestly.”

“Oh yeah? Who’s hiding behind inevitability now?” Grian retorts, perhaps a trifle vindictively.

“I never said I wasn’t a hypocrite, sometimes. Also, I never said I felt bad about it.” He replies levelly, and all at once, they’re talking about something else.

“You didn’t need to say it.” Snaps Grian. “You might be good at lying but you’re not perfect. I could see in your face that it hurt.”

He narrows his eyes. “It felt good, actually.”

“Wow, good for you.” He says, almost amused suddenly. “You didn’t say I was wrong, though.”

His expression twists into something unreadable. “I know you, Grian. Like recognizes like.” He says, voice low and dangerous. “You’re a liar.”

Grian shrugs, despite the fact that Martyn will not see it. “And you’re a coward. Your point?”

“I don’t need to justify myself to someone who refuses to admit that he could have chosen to be better, if he’d ever wanted to.” He spits out.

“Hey, at least I don’t try and convince myself I’m a monster just because I want to survive.”

That one strikes something tender; he can tell. “Right, yeah, and you’re just a blameless angel and everyone you cut down had it coming, I’m sure.”

“I didn’t say that. But since you bring it up… how many people did you give up your time for, again?” He grins. “Is it less than one? Because I think it is. I think I’ve got you beat there, Martyn.”

“And where did it get you?” He snarls.

“Home, in the end.”

Martyn flinches back as though he’s been struck.

“Did you forget about that part?” Asks Grian.

There’s a long pause.

Martyn fidgets with the end of the banner he wears around his waist, pulling at where the white threads are coming undone. He stares out into the darkness. “Yeah.” He says. “I guess I did.”

The satisfaction of winning the argument feels less potent, suddenly.

“You’re right.” Says Grian, after a while. “I’m really bad at this.”

Martyn laughs quietly. “To be fair, I’m not exactly helping.”

“You’re really not.”

He sighs. “You know pulling the knife out just makes the wound start bleeding again, don’t you? That’s all we’re doing here. That’s all we’re going to do to each other. We’re too alike to do anything else, unless we just don’t do anything. And hey, we’re not great at that either.”

“Hmm.” Says Grian begrudgingly. “I’d say something about inevitability again, but I honestly don’t think you’re wrong.”

“We both just enjoy pushing buttons too much to be particularly good at not pushing them, I guess.” Martyn sounds half-amused, half-resigned.

Grian makes an irritated noise. “Yes, alright, I don’t need another reminder of the whole button debacle.”

There is more silence.

After a while, Grian speaks again. “There’s something I was wondering about, actually.”

“Oh yeah?” Martyn raises an eyebrow.

“What’s the reason?” He asks.

“You’re gonna have to be more specific with that one, mate.”

“‘This is a death match for a reason.’” He says matter-of-factly. “That’s what you said. So- what is it? What’s the reason?”

Martyn blinks, then lets out a short, harsh laugh. “You think I know that?”

“No, not really. That’s why I wondered what you meant when you said it.”

“It- look. I don’t know if you’re expecting philosophy from me, or something. It’s a death game. People die, and it doesn’t have to mean anything. It doesn’t have to be special, it doesn’t have to be honourable, it doesn’t have to be fair. That’s what I meant.” He frowns. “You know that.”

“I do.” He admits.

“Then why ask?” Martyn looks around as though this time, somehow, he might be able to find Grian’s face in the dark.

He doesn’t.

“I just-” Grian sighs. “What do you want?” He asks. “What do you actually want, Martyn?”

The question sits heavy in the darkness between them.

“What do you want me to say?” Martyn asks. He sounds more tired than Grian’s ever heard him.

“I want you to tell the truth.” Grian says. He needs to know. He needs to know.

“Now, Grian.” Says Martyn, voice gently chiding. “Have you met me? You know I can’t do that.”

“Pretend it’s a lie, then.”

Martyn’s grip on the banner he wears tightens, slightly. There is a long, long silence.

“Or how about,” Says Grian, eventually, “You say something, and I won’t know whether it’s a lie or not.”

There is another pause.

Martyn frowns at the red of the fabric in his hands, as though it might offer him something.

As far as Grian can tell, it does not.

He’s just beginning to give up hope of ever getting an answer when Martyn speaks, so softly he almost doesn’t hear it.

“I want it to be warm again.” He says.

It’s quiet.

For a moment – just a moment, no more – Grian remembers bloody, aching fists. He remembers burning heat.

“Well.” He says. “That makes one of us, then. Doesn’t it?”

“Yeah.” Says Martyn, voice low. “I guess it does.”

There’s another short second of silence before Martyn speaks again, sounding cheerful. “So, suppose I’ll see you in the next one, huh? If that ever happens.” He grins. “Wanna take bets on how hard Scott’ll have to try not to win it? I’m gonna go with very.”

Grian snorts. “I’m not taking that bet. That man is infuriatingly good at surviving.”

“You’re not wrong! You are not wrong.” He gestures into the void. “And don’t even get me started on Timmy’s whole thing, I think we both know how that one’s gonna go. Unless you want to bet against him being gone first next time round?”

“You’re not Scar.” Says Grian. “There’s no way you talk anyone into taking that bet in a million years. Except maybe Timmy.”

“Fair, fair.”

There’s a short pause.

Grian hesitates for a moment before he speaks – almost, but not quite, reluctant. “Why do you keep looking back?” He asks. “There’s nothing left for us there. You know that, right?”

“I mean, let me know when you find a better place to look.” He tilts his head to the side slightly, curious, and frowns. “Do you really never want to go back?”

“No.” Says Grian. “Never.”

Martyn opens his mouth, and then, uncharacteristically, closes it again. “Yeah.” He says. “Me neither.”

Grian is tempted, momentarily, to tell Martyn to take the banner off and let it go. Let the darkness take it. Prove it.

But just like Martyn, he lets it drop.

Mutually assured destruction is a potent thing.

Now all he has to do is the hard part. The part he’s dreading most of all.

The main concern is phrasing it correctly. Making it sound just how he wants it to sound.

After some thought, he thinks he’s found the words he's looking for.

He could always be wrong, though. He’s usually more one for incredible violence than smooth talking.

“Martyn?” He asks cautiously, casually. “Do you want me to help you?”

The expression that crosses Martyn’s face is unreadable.

He processes the question for a few moments, before he answers.

“Nah. I’m good.” He says, voice guarded. “Don’t worry about it.”

And that’s the rub, isn’t it.

Because now Grian has to decide whether he’s going to let Martyn lie to him or not.

Whether he’s going to pass the test that’s been set before him, or not.

...

Grian’s not a monster.

He’s just realistic.

There's nothing he could do, anyway.

“Well.” He says levelly. “Just let me know if that changes.”

(Martyn would do the same to him. It’s not a justification, or an excuse. But he knows it to be true.)

Martyn stares out into the darkness. His eyes are almost, but not quite, resentful. “Sure thing, man. Why wouldn’t I.”

It’s not said like a question, so Grian doesn’t answer it. “Well, you know I can’t stay here forever.”

“I do know that.”

“Any messages you want me to pass on to any of the hermits? I know you haven’t seen Mumbo in a while.” It’s not really a compromise, or a peace offering. Hopefully, however, it’s close enough to one or the other of those to act in their stead.

Martyn closes his eyes. Breathes in. Breathes out. Opens his eyes again. “If you were Grian, then maybe.” His gaze is cold. “But I think this hypothetical has gone on long enough.”

...It’s a lot easier for both of them, if Martyn believes that.

He’s positive Martyn knows that.

Just this once, perhaps he can manage to not look a gift horse in the mouth.

“For what it’s worth,” He says, looking away, “I moved on from the Bad Boys when it got too expensive to keep them alive.”

“It’s not worth a lot.” Says Martyn flatly. “And it would be worth even less coming from Grian.”

Grian sighs. “Alright. Fine. I’ll see you around, Martyn.”

“I know.” Says Martyn. He closes his eyes.

After a few moments, Grian does too.

When he opens them, he’s home.

…

Oh, that doesn’t feel good.

It really doesn't.

He could dwell on this. It wouldn’t be hard. He could drown himself in guilt over what he’s done, or not done, or will not do.

But- well.

Grian never really saw the point in letting someone else drag you down with them.

[writing-till-i-am-dead]

Taylyn Oneshot

✨Sapphics✨

The group was having another one of their usual sleepovers. This was now almost an every night occurrence. In a strange way, everyone being together brought comfort to them all after the hellish night they would have just gone through. And tonight was no difference. 

Everyone was panting and gulping nervously, trying to calm down and catch their breaths. 

“Is everyone ok?” Taylor asked. “Anyone need some waters?”

“We’ll be fine..” Tyler said gruffly. 

Taylor glanced over at Ashlyn, who was in the corner and already on her phone. Taylor gave the ginger a worried look and crawled over to her. 

“You ok?” She asked as she sat in front of Ashlyn, sitting on her knees and fidgeting with her hands nervously. Taylor does this a lot around Ash. She’s pretty..

“Ya. Documenting everything that happened tonight, plus any supplies we may need to hide in the morning.”

“Always such a hard worker,” Taylor said with a tired smile. She couldn’t imagine doing all of what Ashlyn did. It worried her. Taylor hoped Ash was taking the time to actually take care of herself. 

“Can’t afford to rest,” Ashlyn said gruffly. 

Taylor gave her an anxious look upon hearing that. “Now Ashlyn, I’m sure we both know that’s not true!”

Taylor looked up from her phone and raised an eyebrow. Her green eyes bore into Taylor’s soul. But she wasn’t complaining. 

Ashlyn set her phone face down on the floor. “What do you want to do, then?”

Taylor felt her face flush. She realized the room had gone quiet. Aiden and Tyler were in the kitchen and Ben and Logan were playing the game sticks on the other side of the room. 

“I..” she stared at the freckled girl. “Maybe, um.. I can do some different hairstyles on you!” Taylor offered. 

Ashlyn tilted her head. “Hairstyles?”

“Ya! I’ve never had any girl friends before. And Tyler’s always had short hair. So, um, I’ve never gotten to play with anyone’s hair before. 

Ashlyn gave Taylor a look that made her feel like she had just recommended the most stupidest of ideas in the history of the universe. 

But, eventually, Ashlyn sighed. “Maybe that would be nice.. help me get my mind off of..” she softly gripped her wrist. In the nightmare world, a phantom had managed to grab Ashlyn’s wrist.

No wonder she’s so stressed Taylor thought. 

Taylor reached into her pajama pants pockets and pulled out a ponytail. 

Ashlyn turned her back to Taylor and Taylor ran her fingertips through the ginger’s long hair. Taylor always admired Ashlyn’s hair. How long it is, how silly it is, how graceful it is.. the complete opposite of her own, always grimy and oily from mechanics club and short, but never looked the way she wanted it to..

She tried out a couple of hairstyles on Ashlyn, the two laughing a bit as they exchanged jokes and secrets.

“Tyler is a moron,” Ashlyn said with a blunt, yet playful tone. “How do you deal with him?”

Taylor laughed. “You kinda have to when he’s your twin!”

Eventually Taylor finished, letting Ashlyn’s hair fall back down to her shoulders like an angel settling its wings. 

Ashlyn’s shoulders had relaxed quite a bit over the 30 minutes the girls had been chatting. She seemed.. happy.. and that made Taylor’s heart do backflips. 

“That was.. kind of fun. Maybe having friends isn’t too bad,” Ashlyn said, making Taylor smile like an idiot. 

“Ya, well, sometimes you’ve just gotta give people a chance!”

Ashlyn turned, the corner of her mouth curved into a slight smile. “Hm.. maybe. Or maybe you’re actually bearable.”

If it were anyone else, this would’ve sounded like a backhanded compliment. But Taylor knew that’s not what Ashlyn meant. In fact, it was rather high praise. 

“Ya, well.. “ she was hand fidgeting again. “I like hanging out with you a lot..”

Ash tilted her head again. Taylor loved when she did that. It was always so cute. 

“You’re really interesting. And your personality.. well, it helps me calm myself down. It’s so quiet and peaceful around you..”

Ashlyn looked rather surprised and Taylor immediately regretting her words. She can’t just go around d saying stuff like that!

She felt her face turn into a cherry and she quickly turned away. “What I’m trying to say is I think you’re really cool and reliable! And I appreciate you immensely for all you do!”

She could still feel Ashlyn’s eyes staring right through her, as if she were an open book. And she probably was. Taylor was so bad at hiding her feelings. She always wore her heart on her sleeve. 

“Taylor..”

Ashlyn’s voice brought her back to reality and she looked up at Ashlyn, who was looking at her like a lioness. Beautiful, proud, and powerful. 

“Yes..?” Taylor whispered. What was this look Ashlyn was giving her? Why did it make her feel like an overheating pipe? Like a robot’s hardwire malfunctioning? Like.. like..

Like a lovesick idiot?

Ashlyn was about to say something before Aiden and Tyler burst back in, Aiden chasing Tyler. “Tickle, tickle, tickle!”

“GET AWAY FROM ME!” Tyler yelled, throwing a blanket at him. 

Ben and Logan look up in shock and get up to try and separate the two. 

“I..I should go take care of my brother..”

Ashlyn sighed. “Ya. And I’ve gotta get Aiden to calm the fuck down, too.”

Ashlyn got up and went over to scold Aiden. 

Taylor watched her, desperately wishing to call her back. To ask her what she was going to say..

But no words came out. Taylor looked down sadly before getting up to help her brother out. 

She always wondered.. when would it be her day to have a great love story? Or maybe she watches too many romance movies…

Then again, none of those movies were like her. A girl desperately pining for the girl with freckles and red hair and emotionally distant attitude and the cute mannerisms and.. and..

“Taylor, why are you red?” Tyler asked. 

“I think I’m malfunctioning..”

Divider by @cafekitsune

[gojos-thot-patrol]

nanami kento, hope, “is it mine?” 💛💛💛

fun fact Nonnie, this was actually the phrase to activate my domestic fluff sleeper agent, so congratulations on finding that!

Now Presenting...

Starring: soon to be father Nanami Kento

Your heart was racing far faster than you had ever given it permission to. Honestly. When you first invited him over, you expected Nanami to brush you off. Laugh in your face and tell you to get lost. Honestly, you wouldn’t have blamed him. You were the one that left him high and dry, telling him out of nowhere that you had gotten a job in the states and you were going to take it. That you loved him so much, but you worked hard for your career and you knew he couldn’t leave Tokyo. 

He was devastated, but he didn’t try to stop you. He understood you had to do what was going to make you happy, even if that meant leaving him behind. And you really thought you were going to be happy! America may have sucked, but it was the first home you had ever known, and you excelled at your job! Things couldn’t have been better! In theory. While you should have been on top of the world, the bitter taste of losing your lover stuck to your lips. It made it impossible to move on. Still, you were determined to make your new life work.

Then everything changed.

You were lost in your thoughts when Nanami knocked on Satoru’s apartment door, sending you scrambling to open it. You were thankful Gojo agreed to vacate for a bit so you could have this talk. “Coming! I’m coming!” You called, before basically throwing the door open, startling Nanami a bit.

“Hi Nanami!” You smiled, catching your breath.

“Hey Y/n,” He said, eyes full of concern. “You ok?”

“Yea, yea, I’m ok!” You said, moving out of the way of the door and gesturing him inside. “Why wouldn’t I be?” He took one more good look at you before walking inside.

“You called me at 3 am on a plane to Tokyo, after only being in America for 2 months, saying you made a horrific mistake and that you needed me.” That was a week ago. Nanami was away on business when you called him, leading you to crashing in Gojos spare room while Nanami chased his own tail in Africa, praying to whatever deity that would listen that you would be okay until he could get to you.

“Oh, yea..” You muttered, rubbing the back of your neck, “Sorry about that..I was kinda having a moment. Fun fact I called you like, while standing in line to board.” You laughed. And buying your ticket the same day. It was very frantic.

“Y/n, whats going on?” Nanami asked, worry dripping from his soft voice as he took a step to you. He wanted to pull you into his arms, hold you close and assure you it would be okay. But, he wasn’t sure if that was very appropriate anymore. 

“I, um..” You tried to say it, you really did, “Want some coffee?” You smiled nervously.

“Sure?” Nanami more asked than said. You nodded and went to the kitchen while he sat on the couch. You came back with a cup of coffee for him and tea for you. He raised an eyebrow at it.

“When did you start preferring tea?” He asked. 

“Oh, I can’t really have a lot of caffeine anymore.” You muttered, taking a sip, “Health reasons.”

“Is that why you left?” He asked, resting his hand on your knee. You felt the tension start to melt from you at his small touch. You let go of the nervous breath in your chest and nodded, placing your hand on his,

“Yea, kinda.” You nodded, “I uh…I started getting sick, all the time in the morning, which sucked because I was also constantly hungry,” You laughed a bit at the cruelty of that, “I got headaches all the time and I was so like, moody? I guess? And then I started feeling tired a lot and my sense of smell got crazy good-”

“That sounds like..” Nanami started very gently, feeling his body tense with the apprehension. 

“Yea, uh, actually” You muttered before running quickly to the kitchen and running back. Gojo insisted on keeping the picture of the fridge. “Thats because it is.” you handed the photo to Nanami.

Kento stared at the ultrasound in his hand for what felt like impossibly long. Trying to process the reality of the small, fuzzy gray jellybean, swimming in a black sea. It almost looked like an alien, or an alien jellybean, and it was hard to believe something so small had the potential to be so life changing. His heart felt impossibly full as he imagined his life with this little smudge involved. He imagined the small moments, helping them with homework or showing them Mario Kart for the first time. Reading them to sleep and taking them to school, slowly discovering who they were and what kind of person they’d be. It was overwhelming. 

“Kento,” You whispered, wiping a tear from his eye. You were wreaked with the thought that they were tears of despair. Your gentle movement ripped him out his his day dreaming, and away from the ultrasound to look into your eyes. He held your hand to his cheek, and any thought that the tears were negative evaporated from your mind, like a drop of sweat onto a Texas sidewalk in the summer. There wasn’t a hint of sadness in his soft eyes, instead all they held was love and adoration. Hope overflowing out of him in the form of tears. 

“Is it mine?” He asked. It’s not that he doubted you, he just needed to hear it. The two of you had been apart for two months, but that didn’t take him out of the running to be the dad. It had to be him, he knew it was him. He knew his baby when he saw them. You smiled gently and nodded.

“You’re the only person I’ve been with in years Kento, if it’s not yours, its Jesus's,” You laughed. Nanami grappled you in what was possibly the most gentle tackle ever, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he pulled you into his lap. You hugged him back as you giggled, , kissing the side of his head as you melted into his embrace. You hadn’t felt this safe and loved since you left, and you realized america was not worth giving up this. You had no idea what you were thinking, leaving the love of your life for a place that didn’t even have free healthcare. It was almost like you did it for plot reasons, it was crazy!

Nanami pulled away, and almost pulled you into a kiss before stopping himself. He needed to remember, he couldn’t really assume anything in this situation. “Whats the plan, darling?” He asked, looking up at you from the place you sat in his lap.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“Well, what are we going to do? We don’t-have to be together to raise a child…” It felt like pulling his fingernails out of the beds to say it, but Kento believed in a womans right to her body and her future first and foremost. Whatever you wanted to happen would happen, without question or push back. Though, the soft spot in his heart hoped he already knew the answers to his questions. Why else would you tell him? Why else would you come back?

“Oh, shut up,” You laughed, shaking your head, “I want to start a life with you Kento, I want to start a family. If you’ll have me that i-” You didn’t have time to fully finish your sentence before Nanami's hands were on the sides of your head pulling you into an impassioned kissed. Honeyed warmth filled your chest and butterflies filled your stomach. You pulled each other impossibly closer, kissing each other like it was the last meaningful thing the two of you would ever do.

“I love you.” Nanami gasped as he pressed his forehead to yours.

“I love you too.” You whispered, placing a soft hand on his cheek. A knock interrupted the moment, startling both you and Nanami out of the bliss of your reunion.

“Can I come in? Is it safe?” Satoru called from the other side of his own door, making you erupt into a fit of giggles. 

“Yea, come on in Satoru!” You called. He ducked into the living room, and broke into a wide grin when he saw you sat side saddle on Kentos lap.

“You two seem close!” Said captain obvious, “So you guys are back together, right?!” You shared a look with Nanami, and then a smile and a nod.

“Yea, I think it’s safe to say that.” Nanami grinned. 

“I think so too.” You confirmed. 

“Yes!” Satoru cheered, raising up his hands in celebration. “Love wins yet again!” Look, he may have thought that love was the worst possible curse for him. That doesn’t mean he couldn't tell when his friends were genuinely happy. The two of you laughed with your friend before turning back to each other. Nanami pressed a loving kiss to your cheek.

“I’m so glad you’re back.” He smiled.

“I am too.”

[togament]

Hi Bibi, i just want to say you’re doing amazing and your post are literally ADDICTING. I was a little worried because I didn’t know if Wind Breaker would get a lot of attention on Tumblr yk? (Just because it’s new) AND YOU CAME AND SAVED ME. I love you, your brain, and your page. Please keep going and I WOULD LOVE to hear your thoughts on new episodes/chapters (only if you want). Thank you for feeding my delulu brain. Hugs 🫂

OH YOU SWEETHEART COME HERE YOU!!!! 🫂 I’M NOT CRYING I SWEAR.

thank you for the kind words dhdjkd i don’t know if i’m worthy of such praise too like—everyone leaving cute (and unhinged ofc) stuff in the tags and in my inbox gets me all giddy and blushy and!!!!!! Seeing you guys enjoying my stupid ramblings means the absolute world to me (i see you guys in the tags and i read every single one. Love you you freaks 😏) fun fact, I only started writing fics on this account and only for windbreaker so all the interactions and thirsty feedback I get genuinely, genuinely makes my heart do the boom boom. So smooches to every one of you!!!!!! (only if you want them. you could exchange it for a headpat if you want ig)

ok enough of the sappy stuff. WINDBREAKER TIME!

windbreaker blowing up on tumblr is so so so well deserved. i was genuinely shocked because it took a little bit for the hype to catch on???? the seiyuus are literal legends (in my eyes hehe), the animation’s SO FUCKING GOOD LIKE HELLO!??, the op and ending song aren’t ass??????? I’m super excited for what’s to come for our fandom and the anime. ALSO fun fact, I have the fattest crush on Umehara Yuichiro so him voicing Togame literally brought me to my god damn knees, bro. I’m expecting Eguchi Takuya to secure a character too bc ofjfkdkd his voice would be perfect for a villain.

also may or may not have picked windbreaker up bc I saw a character named Kiryu and an eyepatched character and I 😮👈😮👈 YAKUZA REFERENCE!!!!! (probably not but the coincidence is silly to me)

I’m not super caught up on the anime (on episode 7 atm!) I wanna savor every episode and binge them back to back (also bc my hubby’s got so much screentime I wanna savor that him EVEN MORE YUM YUM YUMMY). Caught up on the manga though and I Have Thoughts.

(spoilers under the cut)

the endo fight’s scaring me, man. also super fucking worried about ume bc WE HAVEN’T SEEN HIM FOR SO LONG??? the chair throw spooked me. also worried about ume’s vegetable garden. I know it’s getting trampled to shit. also very worried about sakura. he’s getting all banged up by endo, his nose is probably broken now wtf he was bleeding SO MUCH.

chika’s scary too. both him and endo. i honestly don’t know what’s gonna happen next like, they’re both so unpredictable and unhinged that my butthole’s clenching in sheer terror.

I’m also very concerned about suo. WHY HAVE WE NOT SEEN HIM EATING (or maybe I’ve missed a panel lol) but with every food offer he’s ever been given, he turns them down. also the fact that we only know him on a surface’s surface level even when he’s one of the main boys is scaring me. we’re 140+ chapters deep and not one single suo morsel for us to nibble on. I don’t want a betrayal thing happening ok lol that would be my tipping point i fear.

OKAY I WAS RAMBLING TOO MUCH AHDHSHAHHA

if you guys want me to yap about a chapter or an episode or potential seiyuus for other characters or if you just want my thoughts on things (i am a Certified Yapper), i am directing you to the askbox! This was super fun!! Extremely forgetful too so this could help me remember all the stuff that’s happened so far.

thank you so much again for sending over an askkskfnnxnx heaven knows i needed a little pick me up today. you delivered and made my entire day, sweetheart!!!!! Ily!!!!!!! 🥹

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

I have such fondness for Ingo and Emmet's Unova team. Is it completely unbalanced? Yes. But it's still rad as fuck. I actually like that it's so imbalanced, because it gives a bit more insight into their personalities. They clearly went for Pokémon they like best over what makes a more textbook perfect team, which is probably also why they never use legendaries to give them an edge like a lot of battle facility teams. It suggests that those are probably also ones they've trained up since they were young, which means that their bonds would be ridiculously strong. They love to win, but they do it their way, 100% authenticly. They love to win, but they love their Pokémon more.

Between that, their perfect trust in each other, and the fact that they've worked as fluid team for a long, long time, and they must make for truly terrifying opponents even among other facility heads. (I so would like to see facility head tournament, all out, no level caps. It'd be fascinating to see who comes out on top, especially in the multi battle category.)

oh in multis? ingo and emmet would CLEAN UP no chance no questions asked. i may be biased but i also think i'm just objectively right on account of they're the only facility leaders who arguably specialize in multis.

i could natter on and on about how i think battling works in universe, and the way that multis are so so difficult for many people because they rely on perfect synchronicity not just with your own pokemon, which is already a bar of its own to clear, but then with an entirely different person, and the pokemon that they are controlling, not you, and you have to be able to predict and strategize with and trust this entirely separate team in the heat of battle.

and it's like, the chatelaines are probably ok, red and blue are probably very good, but ingo and emmet this is like their thing. they don't even seem have a defined and clearly delineated Ingo's Team and Emmet's Team - it's just their pokemon, one pool, together. sure they do singles and doubles on their own, but multis is what their whole gimmick was made for. so like, am i biased yes. i am incredibly biased in that i think they could also clear out the other formats as well. BUT wrt multis i also think they are just objectively better suited to and practiced in it than any other facility leaders thus far.

this answer has gotten away from me a little i didn't mean to talk that much about multi battles um. anyway YEAH i think their bw teams are really fun too. especially because - yknow, some of the other facility leaders? like, the chatelaines, the frontier brains, benga, they're breaking out legends or pseudolegends against you, pokemon with a very high base strength, most of them have a wide typespread of highly rated pokemon to add that level of challenge, but on the subway? hydreigon who needs it, swords of justice more like swords of NOTHING, we're rolling with 3 bug types 4 steel types and 1 goddamn gimmick ace and we are going to fuck up your entire life.

they're obviously very sharp tactical trainers with a lot of knowledge and experience, on account of like, the fact that they're doing this job, and also the EV training and egg moves they're using, but they're not pouring all their effort into minmaxing their teams! they're gonna use whatever pokemon they want! their favs and their buds! and they're gonna kick ass at it. iconic

[leighcest]

this fic has such a special place in my heart, as it was my first of vivi’s fics and the first time i interacted with my most lovely mutual! sooo i decided to break this down a little and maybe add something of my own… mwahaha. anyways i did this instead of my english homework so enjoy.

ok! let's get into it! lots of yapping under the cut!

“maybe there's more to your fashion choices than what he considers a faux pas.” this line was literally the reason i clicked on this lovely, lovely fanfiction.

“I’m not drunk. I’m just…” you sulk. You would have sold the act too if it wasn’t for a sleepy jerk of your head. You always get sleepy when you’re, “...tipsy.”  Ah, there it is.

UGH THIS LINE. violet when i find you!!!!! ugh. your writing is so. fucking. lovely. it’s just a lovely line and actually has inspired a line in me, you and coffee!

Watch for abnormal movement in your fingers. You start fluttering them like you’re Tinkerbell.

this is so very silly but i do this too… i don’t know if i just started doing it after reading this or if i just realized, but i was losing balance while dancing and did this. vivi how could you do this to me.

His thumb rubs circles on your ankle as you swallow. His knee’s freezing over, almost attached to the sidewalk by now, but your mouse-quiet confession glues him to the spot.

UGH. my heart. would absolutely kill for this. the way you write leon is just so. ugh. i don't even know! you’re insane.

Of course, you’re right. They’re the very same Christmas heels that so rudely interrupted his enjoyment of your mom’s to-die-for lamb roast. Leon’s also sure that they’re the ones that got repurposed on New Year’s Eve two years back. He had to kiss you under the table next to the girls chowing down grapes, and it’s a lot less romantic when half of them shoot you death glares while they’re wishing to not spend Valentine’s Day alone again. Come to think of it, Leon hasn’t had grapes in a while.

this line is so stupid i love it so much. leon’s thought process is so human and sweet. i don’t know.

A snowdrop tear rolls down your cheek. “I didn’t buy them. You did, for me. I love them. Love you.” You sniffle so sweetly, your cheeks still candy-apple red as he wraps your scarf tighter to keep you from catching a cold on his account. But it’s not enough to distract Leon from the fact that he bought you these shoes? Oh no, no, no, you’re nodding as Leon’s face freezes into a horrified grimace. He’s responsible for the Heels from Hell? “Sweetheart, I just don’t want you getting hurt.” He takes your hands in his as your lower lip wobbles. He feels just awful. “It’s Christmas because I get to spend it with you, okay? Heels or no heels.” “You mean it?” “Those damn things have nearly sent you to the hospital, of course I mean it.” And finally, finally, you smile. Hark! The herald angels sing. 

ok i’m so sorry for copy and pasting a bunch of text but i am foaming at the mouth and sobbing just so horrifically. violet. vivi. violet with 5 a’s. vaaaaaiolet. you cannot do this to me. writing this one your period is insane because i was on mine and this made me cry so hard.

You look down and stifle a giggle. “Leon, you’re frozen to the sidewalk.” “So I am. Ow.” 

UGH HE’S SO STUPID I LOVE HIM 😭😭.

Leon thinks he’ll go online shopping once you fall asleep. For less dangerous Christmas heels, sure. But also something else. Something shiny. He really didn’t mind being on one knee for you.

no one will ever understand how this little paragraph ruined yet healed me. like. ERGH. jesus fucking christ. i am waiting every day for a part 2 💔.

um ok! that's all for my little dissection. i’m just gonna make a little drabble because i need to or i may combust.

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New years parties weren’t anything to write home about. It was fun to get drunk off of champagne and vodka soda. It was nice to stumble in heels too high to be intoxicated in. 

You had snuck off with Leon, pulling off your do-up, having your makeup that you spent an hour on ruined, messing up your hair. Fireworks blared in the background as you pulled off his shirt and laid on whoever’s bed. The crumbled cotton sheets lay beneath your weight as you breath against his chest.

Moonlight shines through the window as both of your breaths slow. It wasn’t worth the risk of getting caught. Gentle fingertips hover with a ghostly feel over Leon’s pecs, dragging to his abs. He looked down at you, meeting your eyes and sucking in a breath. His baby blues looked at you like he saw his entire universe in them.

“You’re gorgeous.” His bass, silver voice turned soft. The two of you bask in the warmth of your love. “You must be drunker than you think.” A gentle chuckle emerged from your throat. Leon shook his head, looking slightly offended. He sighed, raking a hand through your hair. 

His free hand clasped into yours. Fireworks boomed far away and people began to cheer at the TV. “Any resolutions this year?” your low mumble filled the silence of the room. Leon hummed lowly.

“Mm.” He sighed. “Wanna settle down. Start getting life in order.” A rough, calloused hand rakes through his blonde locs. A drunken giggle made his cheeks grow warm as he laughed with you. “It’s true!” He emphasized.

Pink ran across both of your faces as grins plastered onto your mouths. “I think that may be mine too.” You agree. Leon sucks in a breath. People start counting down from thirty. “Good.” He got up to grab his pants and dug through his pockets. 

10.

“Le? What are you doing?”

9

“Something I’ve wanted to do for a while. Whether I knew it or not.” Leon smiled, grabbing something and leaning on one knee.

8

“Oh my god.” you whisper in disbelief.

7

“I think you know what I’m getting at here.” Leon cleared his throat and opened the box. A ring shone inside of it.

6

“Oh my god!” you sit up.

5

“Is.. that a yes?” His boyish grin widened as used a hand to scratch his neck

4

“Yes!” Leon jumped up to hold you.

3

“I can’t believe this. I’m going to cry.” Soft tears drip from your eyes with a soft beam.

2

“I love you so, so much.” His husky voice whispered.

1

“I love you more.” You reassure before connecting your lips

0

Happy New Year.

It's Christmas Eve and Leon can't quite wrap his head around his drop-dead-gorgeous girlfriend's need to be 4 inches off the ground, but maybe there's more to your fashion choices than what he considers a faux pas.

f / m, established relationship, tooth ROTTING fluff, the barest baby twinge of angst and surprise ending ehehehe. also, super short!

word count: 898 // read on ao3

a/n: christmas in july oh my lord. tmi i'm on my period and i've had lover by taylor swift on blast for 3 hours :( give your girl a break and pretend my dividers match

this fic belongs to sketches for my sweetheart the drunk, a collection of bite-sized fics to stretch out my writing muscles :) i hope you enjoy!

“No, sweetheart, the- no, the buckle comes off the other way.” 

If he were a lesser man, Leon would be laughing his head off at your flushed cheeks and bleary pout. You were going to do this right here, right now, plunked on the frozen stoop of your front door, mere steps from the warmth of your apartment. 

“I can take off my own shoes! I bought them my- hic! -self.”

“You did, sweetheart, “ Leon soothes as he gets down on one knee, “and I know you can take them off fine, but you weren’t drunk when you bought them, were you?”

“I’m not drunk. I’m just...” you sulk. You would have sold the act too if it wasn’t for a sleepy jerk of your head. You always get sleepy when you’re, “...tipsy.” 

Ah, there it is.

Your toes are a half-frozen cherry red as Leon unclasps the buckle adorning your beloved heels. 

There’s not much Leon can do about your affinity for heels, even in the winter, so he grew a sixth sense for detecting falls around the time you almost tripped headfirst into the Christmas table at your parents’ house. You haven’t quite put together yet why he’s so on his toes when you wear stilettos, but Leon is okay with that. Batman never reveals his identity and if this is how he keeps Gotham’s urgent cares a little less occupied, so be it.

The fact of the matter is that Leon has perfected his method to three steps:

Watch for abnormal movement in your fingers. You start fluttering them like you’re Tinkerbell. Like you’re trying to take off from the ground and fly right back up to heaven without him, and he can’t have that just yet.

Assume position when you start laughing too hard at his jokes to distract from the fact that you’re about to fall. You never laugh at his one-liners (the best he’s ever gotten out of you is a giggle and that was on his birthday). 

Engage nearest mode of rescue the second your eyes start flitting around in search of a place to land. 

But above all, the one condition that puts him on red alert is when you’ve been drinking. His sweetheart is a complete lightweight. 

And tonight, you’d had too much fun at Claire’s Christmas dinner.

It takes a little longer than usual for Leon’s icy fingers to undo the buckle on your other shoe. “The mulled wine was that good, huh?” he asks, his lips curving into a smile as he looks up at you and your crossed arms.

He gets a hmph! in response.

“You look beautiful. You always do, it’s just…could we maybe save the ankle-breaking shoes for when the ground’s not frozen over?” 

The frown flies back on your face within seconds. His peace treaty’s gone south. “But Leon, they’re my Christmas heels! I always wear them on Christmas.”

Oh, he knows. 

“That’s why they’re Christmas heels,” you point out. 

Of course, you’re right. They’re the very same Christmas heels that so rudely interrupted his enjoyment of your mom’s to-die-for lamb roast. Leon’s also sure that they’re the ones that got repurposed on New Year’s Eve two years back. He had to kiss you under the table next to the girls chowing down grapes, and it’s a lot less romantic when half of them shoot you death glares while they’re wishing to not spend Valentine’s Day alone again. Come to think of it, Leon hasn’t had grapes in a while.

“It’s not Christmas if I don’t wear them,” you mumble. 

You don’t sound so sure of yourself. 

Leon’s plea deal might be back on the table.

His thumb rubs circles on your ankle as you swallow. His knee’s freezing over, almost attached to the sidewalk by now, but your mouse-quiet confession glues him to the spot.

“I lied.”

“These aren’t your Christmas heels?”

A snowdrop tear rolls down your cheek. 

“I didn’t buy them. You did, for me. I love them. Love you.”

You sniffle so sweetly, your cheeks still candy-apple red as he wraps your scarf tighter to keep you from catching a cold on his account. But it’s not enough to distract Leon from the fact that he bought you these shoes?

Oh no, no, no, you’re nodding as Leon’s face freezes into a horrified grimace. He’s responsible for the Heels from Hell?

“Sweetheart, I just don’t want you getting hurt.” He takes your hands in his as your lower lip wobbles. He feels just awful. “It’s Christmas because I get to spend it with you, okay? Heels or no heels.”

“You mean it?”

“Those damn things have nearly sent you to the hospital, of course I mean it.”

And finally, finally, you smile. Hark! The herald angels sing. 

“Let’s get you inside.” Leon smiles back, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He’d have gotten up too if he hadn’t suddenly come to a comical stop, his left knee still perpendicular to the ground.

You look down and stifle a giggle. “Leon, you’re frozen to the sidewalk.”

“So I am. Ow.” 

You lend him a helping hand as the two of you stumble inside the warm apartment, and Leon thinks he’ll go online shopping once you fall asleep. For less dangerous Christmas heels, sure.

But also something else. Something shiny. 

He really didn’t mind being on one knee for you.

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[tendouluvr]

not telling them you’re pregnant - f!reader

- fluff, sliiiight angst maybe

- characters: suna, sakusa, semi

- warnings: pregnancy (i don’t go into detail of giving birth or anything), cravings, morning sickness aka throwing up, two mention of the act of sex in semi’s, some cursing

- wc: 1.4k, 888, 946

a/n: it’s f!reader cuz pregnancy but there’s no specific pronouns/gendered terms used

also idk how suna got so long, he was the last one i wrote for bc i couldnt think of anything lmao

[2. iwaizumi, atsumu, kageyama]

SUNA

#! suna has been practicing late into the night the past few weeks

#! there’s a big game coming up and the entire team is feeling the pressure and adrenaline from the crunch time

#! you haven’t been feeling too good lately, a lot heavier and more tired than usual

#! thinking it was just stress from work and the missing presence of your boyfriend, you pushed through it and thought it would go away in the next few days

#! unfortunately, luck wasn’t on your side and you started to get sudden needs to throw up

#! it didn’t take you long to realize why your physical and mental drive have been down lately

#! you’re pregnant

#! or you believe you are

#! you bought a few tests, some of different brands so you can have a variety, and headed home to confirm your suspicion

#! a few minutes later, staring back at you was multiple positive symbols and the bolded ‘PREGNANT’s

#! taking a few deep breaths, you decided to tell suna tonight once he comes home

#! you thought it was better to let him know as soon as possible

#! it wouldn’t hurt anyone plus the faster you rip the bandaid off, the easier it’ll be to deal with it

#! so you waited

#! and waited

#! until 11pm that night, when suna finally came through the front door

#! “tarō! how was practice? can we talk?” you hurriedly greeted him

#! he was taken aback, not expecting you to be right beside him and in his ear as soon as he came in

#! of course you weren’t, you made sure to put some space in between you and him

#! but suna was stressed and tired, so everything is intensified to him at the moment

#! “can you back up?” he mumbled, pushing his way from in front of you to walk to the kitchen

#! “oh, sorry. can we talk?” you sheepishly smiled, hoping he would say yes

#! you’re not blind, you can tell that suna was tired but you really didn’t wanna put this off

#! you were just gonna tell him, he gets surprised, you both talk it out, and then go to bed and continue figuring things out tomorrow morning

#! but before any of that can happen, suna bluntly told you, “no. i’m tired. i’m sure whatever it is isn’t a big deal. can it be tomorrow? i wanna sleep.”

#! you didn’t get to answer before he was already walking away to the bedroom

#! understanding where he was coming from, you mentally agreed to talk to him tomorrow. one day wouldn’t change anything and you’ve seen plenty of people not tell their partners until a few weeks in

#! he was right, it wasn’t a big deal (yet)

#! so you waited until tomorrow

#! and waited

#! and once again, he came home late

#! “hey! can we quickly talk, babe?”

#! “i’m tired. tomorrow, okay?”

#! “oh, okay. night, rin!”

#! “g’night.”

#! night came and there was still no talk

#! this continued on for about 2 weeks, you finally choosing to not care anymore and just let him find out whenever he finds out

#! technically, you could’ve just blurted out a simple, “i’m pregnant.” any point during your nightly five seconds conversations

#! but seeing that he really was tired, springing it onto him would either put him in a full body shock for three days or he just doesn’t fully process your words until three days after

#! a month has passed, your stomach was still barely showing like most women at their one month mark

#! you decided to book an appointment for a checkup, it’ll be while suna’s at practice

#! and that doctor appointment was the exact reason suna found out

#! he was at practice when komori entered the gym

#! he had a doctor’s appointment for his annual checkup, and that’s where he saw you

#! you didn’t see komori, busy reading the directory to find your way to the right office

#! but he saw you on the way out. seeing that you looked a bit busy, he chose not to greet you and just quickly walk to his car lmao why is this funny to me

#! entering the gym, he greeted everyone and apologized for his tardiness even though it was excused

#! walking up to suna, he tapped him on the shoulder and quietly told him, “i saw yn at the hospital earlier. it’s been awhile since we all got together huh, they looked a bit different.”

#! ok so komori, being the smart person he is, deducted that you were pregnant when he saw your finger pointing at the ob/gyn office

#! and he genuinely thought suna knew so his comment was suppose to be a small joke that was meant to tease suna and his sex life

#! suna, however, was confused

#! look different? did you get surgery?

#! “what do you mean?”

#! komori rolled his eyes and gave a sweet smile at suna, “congrats you two! when were you gonna tell the rest of us?”

#! suna: 👨‍🦲 huh

#! “are you guys not pregnant?” he blinked at suna’s frozen reaction

#! suna became unresponsive so komori just walked away mumbling to himself about being sure he read the sign right

#! a loud whistle blew and it shook suna out of his daze, everyone got ready to play a practice game of 3 vs 3 while suna ran over to the coach

#! “hey coach, um i think there’s an emergency at home. can i go? ok thanks.”

#! his coach just stares after him as he sprints off, you think? is there an emergency or not?

#! suna quickly drove home, he may or may not have speed a little, and entered the apartment

#! “yn? baby?” he called out only to be greeted back with silence

#! probably still at the hospital....what were you doing there? he thought to himself while rummaging around the house to find anything that could give him somewhat of an idea

#! he was digging around in the bedroom when you came home, his head so frenzied he didn’t hear the front door open

#! but you heard the ruckus from the bedroom and immediately went into fight or flight

#! panicking, you took out your phone to call suna while quietly opening the front door to make your way back out before the intruder catches you

#! the phone rang and rang until it was picked up. “suna?” you whisper-yelled into the speaker. you had a habit of calling him by his last name when you were freaking out. he noticed and was equally alarmed

#! “what’s wrong?” he whispered back just as panicked

#! “there’s someone in our apartment. can you come home?”

#! “huh? oh, are you home?” he cackles into the phone speaker making you move the phone away from your ear, “it’s me, sweets, c’mere.”

#! you warily walked on your tiptoes over to your bedroom, peeking your head in and what a surprise, it is suna

#! “jackass! why are you home?!”

#! “why didn’t you tell me?” he cut straight to the point

#! “huh?”

#! “you’re pregnant. when were you gonna tell me?” his voice sounding stern, but the quiet smile dancing on his face tells a different story

#! “i tried.”

#! “huh? what do you mean?”

#! “all those times i asked if we could talk. i was trying to tell you.”

#! his heart dropped, eyebrows furrowing, while he stared you down

#! suna became unresponsive once again, standing there trying to think back to the first time you asked him

#! two weeks ago

#! “i’m sorry,” he quietly whispers

#! “hm? i..it’s fine....i was a bit sad, but i’m over it. at least you know now,” you casually shrugged it off like it wasn’t a big deal

#! “no. i shouldn’t have pushed you aside like that. even if you weren’t pregnant, even if you had just wanted to tell me about some stupid video you saw that day, i shouldn’t have told you off. i’m sorry, i love you a lot and you deserve so much better.”

#! “tarō, shut up. i accept your apology and i forgive you, now make it up to me by giving me a back massage while i show you the ultrasound pictures!”

#! he kisses you before lifting you up bridal style making his way to the bed

SAKUSA

#! contrary to popular beliefs, sakusa is not an obsessive germaphobe who finds everything disgusting but you

#! he wouldn’t be playing volleyball if he was that afraid of germs,,,,,

#! yes, he cringes if random little kids grab onto him after games because 1) he’s drenched in sweat and that feeling is not fun

#! 2) he doesn’t even know themmm

#! and 3) he wanna go home

#! but sakusa loves you and if you happened to get pregnant, he would love your kid(s) just the same

#! however, he never told you this. he never really had a reason to voice this out loud

#! so when you actually did get pregnant, you were confused

#! the only interactions between sakusa and kids you’ve seen multiple times were the moments between him and his fans

#! you guys have been to family parties and his nieces, nephews, and cousins looooves him

#! maybe it’s the fact that he’s a tall looming giant and they just want to climb

#! but besides those moments, you don’t recall him ever telling you upfront that he wants children of his own

#! and the constant stress and pressure he always seem to be working around also doesn’t help reassure you in any way

#! being an athlete for a living means always watching your body, health, and looks for the cameras (but omi could care less about the last thing)

#! he also has to make sure whether or not he’s working well with his teammates, practice and improve on anything he’s having problems with, and deal with atsumu’s dramatic ass

#! you’re an overthinker and because of that, all of these reasons were just reasons for you to postpone the pregnancy news to your long term boyfriend

#! it wasn’t too hard anyway, considering practice runs late sometimes and he’s busy majority of the time doing other stuff

#! when you guys do have alone time together, you both are so focused on one another that you actually forget that you’re pregnant and you never told him

#! you’re about to hit the three months mark now — time goes by fast — and sakusa has noticed you and your body changing

#! at first he just thought you were going through a phase of cravings and a bit of bloating, so he didn’t mention it and just let you be

#! he never got to witness you getting morning sickness because he goes on early runs or he was just out doing morning errands so he wouldn’t have to deal with it later that day

#! so when he caught you in the kitchen cutting up a lemon, the last thing he was expecting you to do was bring the lemon directly up to your mouth

#! “uh, what are you doing?” his deep voice caught you off guard, effectively stopping the hand that was holding the lemon

#! you just stare at him, not wide-eyed, not surprised, just stare

#! “eating a lemon.”

#! “i can see that.... why exactly?”

#! “dunno, the baby i guess.” you casually shrugged it off before popping the lemon slice into your mouth

#! “ah-,” he opened his mouth to stop you from eating the lemon, your words not fully processing in his mind, but cut off midway and froze when he finally realized

#! hearing him pause like that made you suddenly remembered that you never told him you were pregnant

#! you slowly turned back to look at him, mouth still slowly chewing the lemon slices

#! a moment of silence later, he unfreezes and just starts stiffly walking towards you

#! he grabbed you by the shoulders, made you look him in the eyes, before whispering, “you’re pregnant?!”

#! “y-yes..”

#! his eyes were wide, black pupils expanding as he stared you down, his lips slowly curving into a small smile

#! “you’re pregnant....,” he whispers, mainly to himself, hugging your head into his chest

#! “mhm, get off me i’m trying to eat,” you gently pushed him off but he wouldn’t budge

#! “omiiii please, if you get off i’ll give you a slice,” you tried bribing him. he couldn’t tell if you were being serious or just teasing

#! “no.”

#! “um ok, two slices?”

#! “no.”

#! “omi!”

#! he giggles before opening his arms to let you go

#! “why didn’t you tell me?”

#! you didn’t reply right away, making him start to overthink

#! did you not want the baby? or did you not want a kid with him? did you not want to be with him anymore? or was it not his?!

#! he childishly shakes his head side to side at the last question. he knew you wouldn’t do that

#! but you were still silent, making him nervously glance at you from the side

#! “sorry, piece of lemon stuck in my teeth. i just forgot to tell you,” the words easily flowing out of your mouth nonchalantly

#! sakusa’s fingers were literally about to start twitching from anxiousness beside you

#! a sigh of relief was heard from him and you turned to look at him

#! “you okay?”

#! he doesn’t answer, just gives you a smile and goes back to hugging you from behind

SEMI

#! you were currently sitting on the couch in your shared apartment waiting for semi to come home

#! he’s been on tour for a few months now, you both kept in touch by facetiming, texting, calling, and any other methods of virtual communication

#! you would tune into the live recording of all of his performances when you had time so you could watch him

#! a few weeks into tour, you suddenly felt different than usual but shook it off as nothing and probably just you missing your boyfriend

#! you believed that until one morning you were woken up by the sudden urge to throw up, dashing to the restroom as fast as your drowsy body can go

#! it was then that you realized you might be pregnant

#! the night before semi left, you both had sex to enjoy your last few hours together before he had to leave for a few months

#! with the new realization, you quickly dressed yourself to make a short trip to the store to pick up some tests

#! after half an hour of looking at yourself in the mirror, trying to wrap your head around this, you finally opened the first box

#! a few minutes later, all 5 tests were lined up on the bathroom counter showing positive

#! you stared at the tests, trying to make sure you weren’t reading it wrong

#! once you began to understand the responsibility of being pregnant a few hours later, you made a mental note to go out and buy some food for yourself the next day

#! you decided to sleep off the rest of that day

#! through all of the facetime calls with semi, you never once told him you were pregnant

#! you knew that if you told him he would freak out and either demand to go back home, or stay but all of his attention would be on you being pregnant alone at home for the rest of the tour

#! so here you are now, sitting with a 4 1/2 months baby bump waiting for your beloved to come home

#! it was around 6pm when the front door opened, sounds of shuffling bags and heavy steps could be heard from the musician

#! he cursed under his breath when he almost tripped over a duffle bag with some of his loungewear, calling out for you as he walks further into the apartment, “baby? i’m home!”

#! he was about to speak up again when he saw you asleep on the couch

#! bouncing his way over, he got onto his knees at the edge of the couch to observe your face. god i miss you, he thought to himself

#! he gently shakes you awake, you jolted in surprise not knowing you fell asleep in the first place

#! “hmm- what?,” soft murmurs falling from your lips as you adjusted your eyes at your surrounding

#! “eita!” he grinned at you, both of you pulling each other into a hug

#! “fuck, i miss you so much.” he whispered into your ears before placing his face into your neck

#! “i miss you more.” you tightened your grip around him making him move up on the couch to get more comfortable

#! you both moved around until he had you cradled in between him, your back against his chest

#! his hands going under your his shirt to caress you there when his movements stopped right on top of your stomach

#! it was silent as his warm hands rubbed your stomach in circles, the gears turning in his head

#! “are you- you feel- why’s your tum so round and hard?” he quizzically asked, still rubbing your stomach

#! “pregnant.” your voice a low whisper, he almost didn’t catch it

#! “what?”

#! “pregnant.” you repeated, a bit louder this time

#! “huh?”

#! “pregnant!” you sighed, moving his hand so you can get off of him

#! he grabs your wrist to stop you from walking away and turns you to look at him

#! “you’re pregnant?!”

#! “i just said that. yes.”

#! you knew you sounded blunt and a bit mean, it wasn’t his fault he doesn’t know at all, but your hormones have been making you crankier and it’s out of your control

#! “sorry. yes, i’m pregnant.”

#! his eyes continuously darts up and down from your eyes to your bump

#! “how long?”

#! “since you left.”

#! “was it the night before?” he was referring to your act of intimacy the night before he left

#! “yea.”

#! “wow. why didn’t you tell me?”

#! “because.”

#! “‘cuz what?”

#! “because i know you. you would either stop touring and come home, or stay but lose focus. i was just trying to not distract you because i know how important your career is to you. and because i thought that you’ll be having a six months break after this tour before your next comeback, i would tell you when you came home. i’m sorry if you’re ma-,”

#! “i’m not mad. oh don’t cry, babe, look at me.”he carefully cups your face, “it’s okay, it’s okay. i get why you kept it from me. and now that i have no schedule for the next six months, i can be there for you until the end of your pregnancy and the beginning of our baby’s life alright?”

#! you weakly nodded against his palms, and he brings you back down to lay your head on his chest as you both softly talk about the past months without each other

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The Winter Getaway (Part 4)

Synopsis: Imagine being stuck in a quaint and cozy log cabin during a winter storm with these seven men for the weekend.

Paring: OT7 x Reader

Genre: 18+, smut, angst, vacation au, f2l au

Warnings: fingering, exhibitionism/ voyeurism, impact play, pain kink, daddy! Namjoon, multiple partner play, fingers kink

Rating: NC-17/ 18+ / Mature

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Again… sorry this took forever 😅 Oh and this was purely self indulgent.

Part of

❂ Lovers at Yule Writing Game

⁂ Hosted by: Professor Solaris through @bangtansorciere

⤐ AU Type: friends 2 lovers

⤐ Themes: vacation au

⤐ Kinks: exhibitionism/ voyeurism, impact play, pain kink

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Parts: 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. ML

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Everyone sat silently waiting for you to say something. You had first entered the room full of frustration and anger, ready to give everybody a piece of your mind. But now, sitting here with everybody looking at you expectantly, you find it hard to decide exactly what to say.

You don't want to hurt anyone's feelings. You just want the craziness to stop. This was supposed to be a weekend vacation full of fun and friends. Not a weekend full of tension and frustration compounded by the fact that you're all trapped here, unable to escape each other, until the snow storm clears.

"Ok, so," you begin in a tone softer than you'd originally intended. "Let's start with yesterday…"

"Y/n," Namjoon interrupts. "Look, you don't have to explain anything. Your choices are your choices and I'm, no wait, we're sorry if we made you feel uncomfortable."

You smile over at him, thankful for the apology. Your smile turns a bit sad as you remember he doesn't know about everything that's happened.

"Thank you Joon, really," you reply.

"But there's other things, more stuff that needs to be addressed." You pause and look away shyly when you note the curious expression on his face.

"Yeah, so," you continue on. "You guys have been my friends forever. And now it seems like things have changed and some of you may like me. I… and I may like some of you too. But I don't want this to get messy!"

You sigh and look up at the ceiling trying to come up with a way to express what you want to say next.

"Well it doesn't have to…" Kookie speaks up, his voice trailing off toward the end.

"Huh," you ask confused.

Yoongi looks in your direction for the first time since sitting beside you on the couch, "I think what Kookie is trying to say is that we can do this, without it being... messy."

"Do what," you question, even more confused now.

"Love you," Jimin answers softly. "Like we always have."

His answer shocks you and the shock continues to grow as you notice everyone else nodding in agreement.

Jin smiles fondly at your expression. "You have no clue do you Princess?" He asks, still smiling fondly.

"I told you we should flirt more," Tae adds before you have a chance to respond.

Hobi grimaces at Tae's remark, "Hush, you," he scolds Tae lightly from beside you on the couch.

"Y/n," Yoongi says your name gently from your other side, drawing your attention to him. "Breathe," he reminds you.

You let out the breath you'd been holding while listening to this exchange. Looking around the room you realize they are all waiting for you to respond, each with a different expression on his face. Jimin's expression is hopeful. Kookie's expression, timid. Namjoon gazes at you thoughtfully. Tae watches you, amusement showing in his eyes, while Jin's eyes are full of fondness. To your right Hobi smiles patiently and to your left Yoongi looks at you with concern and love clearly showing in his eyes.

Years of memories with them all come flooding back. The teasing, the flirting and all the attention they'd given you resurfaces with more meaning now.

"Oh," is all you're able to say at first. "So, um, like all of you? Like do you mean… are you suggesting…," you voice trails off.

"That maybe you have seven right guys," Jimin picks up the sentence where you'd left off. You think back to what he'd previously said about it being ok to wait for the right guy.

"Seven right guys?" you repeat as it starts to sink in.

"Yeah seven," Namjoon answers first. A chorus of "Yeah seven" spreads through the room as all of them agree.

"That is, of course, if you love us all back," Yoongi adds. "No pressure."

All eyes are on you now as they wait for your response. Laughter erupts from you at the "no pressure" tacked on at the end of Yoongi's remark. Realizing how inappropriate laughter is at a moment you try to stop while holding up a hand in a "give me a min kind of way".

"I'm sorry," you manage to get out as you try to calm down. "It was the "no pressure" that caused me to laugh. I'm sorry."

"Ok. Ok.," You take a deep breath to steady yourself before continuing. "Yes, um yes. I'm not sure how the hell we'll make this work, but yes. I do love you all dearly," you finish.

Yoongi pulls you in close to him, "Are you sure Princess?"

You smile at him, his kindness and concern for you making you blush now that you truly understand it's origin.

"Yes Yoongi, I'm sure," you reassure him. To make sure that you're understood you lean over and kiss him softly before turning to Hobi and doing the same.

Much to your surprise Hobi reaches out and gently pulls you closer. Your lips part slightly. Hobi takes this opportunity to deepen the kiss. It feels wonderful and makes your heart race. You want more. But instead he traces your bottom lip with his tongue before giving it a light bite and backing away.

"Damn," you whisper, savoring the kiss. "That was, yeah," you finish unable to make a coherent sentence.

You begin to wonder if the other guys, the ones you haven't kissed yet, do it just as awesomely. The question pops out of your mouth before you have time to stop it.

"There's only one way to find out." It's Tae that answers you, a challenge in his eyes and smile as he gets up and walks over to you.

Memories of watching him this morning flash through your mind. The sight of his long fingers wrapped around his cock as he pleasured himself with you watching was mesmerizing. You remember wondering for a brief moment how his fingers would feel inside of you, stretching you as he got you ready to be fucked by the same cock he was pleasuring.

He kneels on the floor in front of you between your legs, bringing you back to reality. You lean forward in anticipation. He runs his long fingers down your cheek in a soft caress before placing his hand behind your neck and using it to guide you forward, closer to him.

He bites his bottom lip while gazing at you. You begin feeling shy under his watchful gaze, shy and excited. You close the gap between the two of you and as your lips touch his, he lets out a pleased moan. You can feel the bass of it emanating from him in your core and you squeeze your thighs together in response. You feel the couch shift on both sides of you as Hobi and Yoongi get up and someone else takes their spots.

As you kiss with Tae continues you feel a hand on your left thigh. It travels up your thigh to the waistline of your sweats. You feel a small tug on the fabric there as a voice whispers in your ear.

"We should take these off Princess." The voice belongs to Jin.

You answer by trying to lift your hips off the couch. As you wrap your arms around Tae's neck for leverage he wraps his arms around you to assist you, pulling you up and forward. Two pairs of hands, one from your left and one from your right, pull both your sweatpants and underwear down and off you.

The shock of both the cold air and you being pantless make you break the kiss with Tae.

"It's ok Noona." You look to your right where Jimin is now sitting at your side smiling at you reassuringly. "Let us take care of you," he continues as he pulls you toward him for a kiss. His lips are plump and soft as they meet yours. You smile and mumble "ok" as you let go of your reservations trusting them with all of you.

Jin fingers graze your wet core as the kiss with Jimin continues. The pleasure causes you to gasp and Jimin slips his tongue inside your mouth and begins massaging your tongue with his.

Jin's fingers trace a path from the wetness at your entrance up to your clit and begin rubbing it in a small circular motion. The sensation causes you to throw your head back, breaking the kiss with Jimin.

Movement in front of you causes you to look away from Jimin to see who's approaching you now. It's Namjoon. There's a predatory gleam in his eyes as he looks down at you. Kneeling down on his knees between your spread legs he speaks one word, his tone firm. "Wider," he says motioning toward your thighs.

"Listen to Daddy," Jimin whispers into your ear from your right side as he nods in the direction of Namjoon. Jin removes his fingers from your dripping pussy, also nodding in Namjoon's direction.

"Ok," you respond to Namjoon.

A sharp sting spreads across your inner thigh as Namjoon's palm connects with it drawing your attention fully to him. He removes the glasses that grace his face and then he looks sternly at you as he sits them aside. He runs his fingertips over the stinging area, a delicious contrast to the pain. One you realize you really like. The whole situation is making you wetter by the moment.

"Eyes on me," he says sternly. "And it's 'Yes Daddy'. Let me hear you say it darling," he continues in that same stern tone.

Everything about him in this moment has you turned on, even the slight sting, caused by him, that you still feel on your inner thigh.

All eyes are on you, waiting to see how you'll respond. Without pause you reply looking into his eyes breathless with anticipation as you spread your legs wider, "Yes Daddy."

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Post A/N: Don't hate me! I know I left you hanging, but I promise… promise promise promise we will finish this vacation together soon and hopefully survive it. Lol 😉

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Hey!! I see your pinned post and um- can I request Collage AU Itadori Yuuji Drunk Confession prompt, thank you!

College AU Yuji // Drunk Confession 1.8k Words

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"You're pathetic."

"What?!" Yuji exclaimed at Nobara's statement, throwing his hands up in protest.

"Oh come on, Fushiguro! Tell him! It's so obvious you have a crush on them!" Nobara slammed both her hands on the table.

Eliciting many weird stares and muffled whispers from the many patrons of the café they were in.

"Kugisaki, you're too loud." Megumi calmly replied at the brunette.

Nobara sighed dramatically before falling to her chair. Then, glaring directly at Yuji, who still had a bashful grin on his face.

"See, he's smiling like an idiot now," Nobara gestured towards the pink-haired boy sitting across from her, "When are you going to tell them?!"

"I don't even know if they like me! I'd rather not ruin our friendship." Yuji spoke bashfully as the waiter brought out their orders.

A gorgeous Instagram-worthy pancake for Nobara, a plain tea for Megumi and some colourful swirly drink

"They like you." Megumi simply answered, exhausted by the usual bantering between Nobara and Yuji, which now seem to go for days.

"See!" Nobara pointed out after taking a bite of her pancake.

"How do you know!?" Yuji exclaimed at his dark-haired friend.

"I've been their friend for longer than I've been your friend," Megumi spoke in a matter-of-factly tone. Which was true.

He was friends with you way before he was friends with either Yuji or Nobara. The fact of it made Yuji groan and slump on his chair, not caring about the goofy grin that decorated his face. As much as he wished you reciprocated his feelings, he just can't risk it. He cares about you too much as a friend to try and force something on you if you feel bad about rejecting him.

"Ok how about this!" Nobara clapped her hands, "Toge's hosting a party in his house, everyone will be there, Fushiguro can convince Y/n to come, confess to them then or I'll tell them."

For some reason, even with Yuji and Megumi not vocally agreeing to Nobara's plan. It was assumed that everyone had agreed, knowing for a fact that even if they hadn't agreed, Nobara would've continued on with the plan.

On the other hand, you were extremely hesitant to go to the party. Even with the tease of having fun and maybe even seeing Nobara try to fight Mai, which would be hilarious, the work you had procrastinated over half of the semester had pilled up.

Weirdly enough, though, Megumi tried to still convince you to join in. Even though it was him who urged you to finish your work a few days back. What changed? You'd soon find out at the party.

It was a usual frat house party, so you didn't bother dressing up too much. But knowing Yuji would be there, you put some effort into how you looked, wanting to look at least presentable.

"Yuji! Nobara!" You greeted the duo who was standing in Toge's open doorway.

You opted to go with Megumi from your house whilst Yuji and Nobara had arrived slightly earlier. A warm smile crept its way onto your face when you saw Yuji. He just radiated a sense of calmness that you didn't find anywhere else. Though it was funny to see he was already holding a red solo cup in his hand, probably filled with cheap, yet strong, alcohol.

"What type of bullshit did Panda decide to get this time?" You chuckled, gesturing towards the cup.

"Gojo actually bought the bottle," Yuji answered, shocking you and causing Megumi to roll his eyes.

"Right!" Nobara laughed at your shocked expression, "I'm still questioning how he knew we had a party today; does he not have friends his age?"

The three of you laughed at Nobara's statement. It couldn't be any closer to the truth. Satoru Gojo, the surprisingly oddball of a professor who was also Megumi's legal guardian. It was an odd scenario.

Your eyes lingered at Yuji's slightly flushed expression for a moment, noting how he somehow laughs even more freely than he usually does when he's slightly tipsy.

"Now what are you guys doing just standing outside?"

Your group's attention was immediately cut towards one of the hosts for the party. Maki was standing near you four, holding her own solo cup, though she looked soberer than Yuji was, urging the four of you to come in.

"Todo's looking for you, Itadori," Maki spoke just in time for a hulking voice to yell out Yuji's name from inside the house, a voice that no doubt belonged to Todo.

Finally, the four of you went into the house and spread out. Megumi stayed around the corners of the room, listening to random conversations he was somehow dragged in. Then, causing you to quirk your eyebrows slightly, why was he so intent on you coming when he didn't look like he wanted to be here.

You didn't have time to overthink about it, though, since you were quickly pulled back to the conversation you, Miwa, and Momo were having. Each holding one solo red cup but barely drinking from it. Of course, Gojo would buy something more alcoholic than you'd prefer. Which made you think of how Yuji was now doing.

He always seemed to be holding a cup, one that was almost always near empty.

As time went on, the party continued to rage on. Picking up even more when Mai tried to pick a fight with Nobara. Laughter and music rang through the air, a fun retreat from the stresses of the piling work no doubt everyone in the house had.

Excusing yourself from a conversation you somehow got caught up in between Panda and Maki, you went out towards the terrace to get some air. The suffocating house was starting to feel stifling. Mainly because you weren't drunk enough to enjoy the party scene for too long.

Taking a deep breath, you leaned forward to the fence of the patio. The blaring music still going off behind you. You didn't know how much time had passed before a drunk Yuji came stumbling out to the patio and placed himself right beside you.

He leaned on the fence, his head resting by his chin on one of his hands. He was looking at you so intently you couldn't help but chuckle under his intense gaze.

"You're drunk."

"And you're gorgeous."

That sudden statement caught you aback.

"Smooth."

You tried to lighten the sudden tight atmosphere. Surely Yuji didn't mean it? Perhaps a trick in the moonlight caused him to see you in a way he usually won't. But you couldn't stop looking at him. Was this a trick in the moonlight?

How his flushed skin glistened, goofy grin causing butterflies to erupt, messy pink hair.

"I mean it." Yuji stood straight now.

Closing the already small distance between the two of you. He stood slightly taller than you, causing you to have to look up to stare at him. You didn't say anything. Couldn't.

Afraid that if this was an act put up by the alcohol in his system, it'll all go away the moment you say something.

"You're drunk."

But it'd be immoral to continue letting him advance you when he wasn't in a state to understand his actions.

"I am," he spoke, causing you to sigh a little bit before dropping your head.

He's drunk. He doesn't know what he's doing. You moved to turn around and go back to the party. Maybe drinking some of the strong alcohol Gojo had bought. But a hand that somehow snaked to your lower back stopped you from doing so.

You looked back up, only to be met with Yuji's serious expression. His eyes looking at you but not focusing at all. As if he was thinking of something.

"Yu, drink some water, come on." You tried to urge him back inside.

But he didn't move, keeping his hand on the small of your back, preventing you from moving as well.

"I like you." He suddenly spoke out.

Your eyes widened for a moment, hope filling your system. Before you focus back on the red on Yuji's face. Sighing loudly, you smiled at the pink-haired man, placing one of your hands on his cheek. Feeling the warmth under your skin.

"You're drunk." This time you emphasized each word, trying to get him to realize the weight of what you were saying.

Once again, though, Yuji wouldn't relent. He only shook his head, causing the mess of his hair to get even messier. Falling to his face in a way that made you want to push it backwards.

"If I wasn't I wouldn't be able to say it!" He stammered out in frustration.

You wish you could accept his confession. You really do. The hope of reciprocated feelings feeling good in your heart. But again, he was drunk; Yuji didn't know what he was doing nor what he was saying. It'd be better to move on from this than getting disappointed once he was sober.

"Yuji, listen, ok? I really really like you too. More than a friend, but you'll probably forget what I'm saying now tomorrow, and tomorrow you wouldn't be feeling this way."

You patted his chest, trying to signal him to let go of you and let the two of you continue to have fun at the party as friends.

"No!"

God damnit, he was a stubborn drunk.

"Yu-" "This isn't going to go anywhere." From the corner of your eye, you see Nobara opening the patio door, both her hands on her hips, a frustrated expression on her face with Megumi following behind her.

"Kugisaki! They're not listening!" You hear Yuji whine in front of you.

Your head turned towards Nobara and Megumi, both of which looked pretty irritated. Especially Nobara.

"Yeah I know I heard everything." Nobara sighed loudly.

"What are you guys talking about?" The situation was slowly getting somewhat confusing.

"I like you!!!" Yuji yelled, pulling you close to him in a tight hug.

It wasn't like you'd never hugged your friend before. But it still felt different this time.

"Yu."

"Y/n for once trust him." Megumi suddenly spoke.

That was odd. Your black-haired friend wasn't one to meddle in business like this.

"He's an idiot who's noisy and annoying. But he actually likes you, and you like him, so stop making this harder for all of us."

Stunned by Megumi's straightforwardness, you stayed silent. A moment passed by before you turned towards Yuji. The way he held onto you and looked at you solidified something in your mind. Chuckling slightly, you gave Yuji a light peck on his cheek.

"Alright, but we'll talk about it more when you're sober."

Cue the loud giggling coming from the pink-haired boy, crushing you in an even tighter hug.

I apologize for taking a really long time to write this, I genuinely was overwhelmed at how many requests I got and tried to take things at a slower pace! But either way, thank you so much for joining my event and I hope you enjoy reading this!

[ptergwen]

through the lens

w/c: 2.3k

warnings: swearing and mentions of blood (all fluff tho!)

summary: yours and peter’s date night doesn’t go as planned, thanks to his “little” accident and mj’s photography project

a/n: it’s been a minute but i’m back! for now lol i promise i’ll be way more active when exam season is over <3 this was based off the lovely pic above taken by the even lovelier zendaya and i hope you enjoy these… let’s call it random workings of my mind

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“hang on, can you come closer?” mj instructs you, you promptly stepping towards her. “is this good?” “great,” she affirms and squints behind the camera. “smile really big on the count of three, okay? one, two, three!” doing as she says, you give mj your cheesiest grin with your eyes squeezed shut and all. she snickers while snapping the moment on her polaroid.

mj asked you to be her subject for a photography project. you’re happy to do it, although it’s super last minute. like, barging-into-your-room-and-begging-you-for-help last minute. she was supposed to turn this in days ago. lucky for mj, her teacher was feeling generous and gave her an extension.

you have to work fast because of mj’s deadline and your plans with peter. he’s coming over for a movie marathon and cuddles right about now. well, he’s actually running a tad bit late. that’s typical peter for you.

“just a couple more, and then you’re free,” mj informs you while shaking out the polaroid. “this is honestly pretty fun, you know.” you glance at the photo she’s holding with an eyebrow quirked in surprise. she captures you well. “what made you choose me?” “no one else was free on a saturday,” she snorts and tosses the picture in a pile with the rest.

your mouth falls agape. “i’m not free! peter’s gonna be here in…” you check the time on your phone, much to your dismay. “he’s a few minutes late, but still. i have things to do, too.” a smirk sets on mj’s face as she gets ready for the next photograph. “relax, y/n/n. i was kidding. i’m sure spider-dweeb will be here sooner than you know it.” sighing lightheartedly, you take a seat on your bed.

“don’t call him that,” you shake your head. mj throws her own head back to the ceiling. “ugh, but that was a good one,” she insists, you only humming. “it’s better than penis parker, at least.” “nah, i like the alliteration,” you laugh out and earn a giggle from mj. “you’re lucky parker doesn’t have super hearing, or does he?” winking, you hit a pose for mj. you’re looking at her over your shoulder with smolder eyes.

“ask him yourself, after you get this shot.”

the two of you continue messing around with her polaroid until the film is almost gone, and peter has yet to arrive. you’re starting to worry. you aren’t sure where he could be.

he doesn’t patrol on weekends unless it’s an emergency, and he would’ve told you if there was one already. he’s never this late without sending a text, either. it’s almost an hour past when date night should’ve started. on the other occasions peter has gone off the grid, they didn’t end well.

“i’m freaking out, em. do you think he’s in some kind of trouble?” you ask mj, pacing around your bedroom. she offers a sympathetic shrug. “maybe he just ate some bad yogurt. remember last time?” being the dummy he is, peter once scarfed down an entire tub of vanilla yogurt before he realized it was expired. no one heard from him for days. he didn’t show up to school or answer any calls.

may ended up inviting you over and explaining he’d gotten a stomach bug, which you then tended to him for the rest of. the story was so amusing, and so peter.

“may doesn’t buy him dairy anymore. why do you think he always raids your freezer?” you bring your fingers up to rub your temples. “the kid can empty ice cream cartons in one bite,” she agrees, silently cringing. her curiosity piques at the fact. “is that also a power?” “who cares?” you nearly shout, your fingers curling into fists. “what i wanna know is if peter is fucking okay.”

on cue, there’s a knock at your apartment door. you and mj exchange looks of urgency, both rushing out of your room to answer.

mj follows you through the hall and stands by your side while you fumble with the lock. when your door pulls open, ned has his hand raised to knock again. “ned? what are you doing here?” you don’t give him the chance to speak. “have you heard from peter? he was supposed to be here a while ago, but he never showed.” rather than answering in words, ned takes a step aside.

the sight you’re met with makes you gasp. peter peeks out from behind him, cuts and bruises littering his flushed face. he gives you a lopsided smile.

“you have your answer,” mj murmurs to you and eyes ned curiously. he lets out a nervous chuckle. “here he is.” you push past ned and practically jump into peter’s arms, your hug bone-crushing. “peter, oh my god! are you okay?” wincing, peter hugs you back by your waist. his chin rests carefully on your head.

“hey… i’m alright, baby. still pretty sore, though,” he sucks his lower lip between his teeth. you take the hint to loosen your grip on him. “i was worried something bad might’ve happened to you. i… i guess i was right.” your tone softens, you threading a hand in his curls. they’re completely disheveled from whatever went down with him.

ned heads inside to catch up with mj, the two of them letting you have a moment alone.

“someone’s got a spidey sense of their own, huh?” peter tries to lighten the mood by joking. it doesn’t work, a frown still evident on your face as you try to untangle his once soft locks. “baby, everything’s fine. i just… had a little accident is all. no big deal,” he reassures you and moves in to peck your lips. you’re so shocked that you dodge the kiss.

“little? your whole face is black and blue, pete!” you tug on the white collar of his button up, peter letting out a shaky breath. your other hand comes to rest on his cheek, touch gentle. “how’d you get like this?” he licks across his lips shyly and sets his hands on your hips. “see, on the way over there were these bad guys who-“

“no there weren’t,” ned cuts in, scoffing at the beginning of his friend’s story. peter shoots him a warning look over your head. “yes there were, ned. you weren’t even there!” he catches mj glaring at him before he continues. “don’t listen to him. anyway, i had to fight them because…” when he trails off, you stroke your thumb across his cheek, avoiding any wounds in the way. raising both eyebrows, mj speaks up.

“because why? go on, parker. i’m intrigued,” she encourages him. everyone can tell peter is lying except you. the question really is, what’s he lying about? he gulps down his spit, pulling your body against his for comfort. “take your time, peter. we can wait,” you say only for him to hear. his love filled eyes meet yours, and he nods. ned huffs at the dramatics unfolding before him.

“dude, you’re making this way worse than it actually is. just tell her!” he demands, mj cocking her head to the side. peter’s gaze flits between the two of them. “tell me what?” you wonder softly and tilt his chin, willing him to look at you again. “i… i…” peter’s shoulders slump, his voice lowering in defeat. “there weren’t any bad guys.”

“of course there weren’t,” ned confirms. “no shit,” mj adds. exhaling, you wait for your boyfriend to further elaborate. “what really happened, then? be honest, pete.” peter lets go of you so he can come into your apartment properly, you shutting the door behind him. he scratches the back of his neck as he fills you in. “ok. um, me and ned were hanging out.”

ned is attempting to stifle a laugh for some reason, which mj elbows him for. you take one of peter’s hands. “yeah?” “we were at my place, and… you know those really slippery steps on the sixth floor?” peter pauses for someone to answer, playing with your fingers. “the ones flash almost wiped out on once?” mj questions in amusement. he lets a quiet chuckle out. “good times. yeah, those.”

his gaze averts to the ground, you listening on. “so, i was walking ned out on my way over. we were talking about spidey stuff-“ “as per usual,” mj mumbles to herself. ned raises his hands in defense. “—and i told ned i could always stick my landings. he didn’t believe me.” you playfully roll your eyes, seeing where this is going. “so… i, uh, decided to show him,” peter finishes off.

“i did a, um, backflip. tripped and fell down the flight of stairs,” he finally admits to you, putting his other hand on top of your intertwined ones. “clearly, i was wrong.” his bloody face is now red from humiliation. “you didn’t trip, dude. you freaking summersaulted!” ned corrects him and bursts into laughter he’s been holding back. “idiots, both of you,” mj simply remarks.

“that’s it? why didn’t you just say that?” you almost laugh yourself. groaning, peter rests his forehead against yours. “because it’s embarrassing! i wanted you to think i’m a tough guy or whatever.” placing both hands on his cheeks this time, you nuzzle your nose against his. “you don’t have to be a tough guy to impress me, babes. you’re kind, smart, funny. makes up for you being such a klutz.”

peter cracks a grin, easily capturing your lips in the kiss he didn’t get to before. it doesn’t last long because mj gags and ned whistles at you. you’re both giggling when you pull apart, peter kissing the tip of your nose for good measure.

“you really mean that?” he checks, tucking back a strand of hair from your face. “of course. i have a thing for himbos,” you tease and poke at his bare chest. his eyes widen. “how about i get you some ice and you find our first movie?” you’re already off to the kitchen, beaming at peter. “date night’s still on?” he happily plops down on your couch, mj showing ned her pictures from earlier.

“as soon as those two get out of here,” you call loudly enough so ned and mj hear you. “yeah, yeah. we’re leaving,” mj deadpans, shoving the photos back into her portfolio. peter glances over at it curiously. “what’s that for?” “photography project,” she says and gets an idea. “i have some film left. y/n took up most of it… you losers want the rest?”

while mj coerces her way to a higher grade, you put some popcorn in the microwave for your movie marathon.

“well, i could use a new lockscreen. i’m in!” ned quickly concedes. him and mj both give peter hopeful looks. “i’m not!” he protests, squishing one of your pillows against his chest. “with my face looking like… this? forget about it.” mj walks over to him and places her portfolio on the coffee table. “what? those gashes are gnarly… in a good way, i mean,” she promises.

“painful, too,” peter murmurs. “y/n, hurry up with that ice!” mj demands, grabbing the polaroid camera from its string around her neck. you wave her off. “what i’m saying is, they’ll look sick in my portfolio.” mj forces a smile, ned looking at her weirdly. “uh, what’s the theme of your project again?” “freestyle, baby,” mj casually replies.

peter comes up with a condition that could persuade him. “if you say please, i might consider it,” he concludes, mj perking up. “please be in my project. pretty please?” she instantly requests, ned pursing his lips from behind her. peter rubs his chin. “y/n, what do you think? should i?” you pipe in from the kitchen. “yeah, so she’ll leave my house.”

“you heard the lady. i’ll do it,” peter gives in. all but squealing, mj gestures for ned to sit. “this’ll only take a few minutes. you guys are really saving my ass.” ned gets comfortable next to peter on the couch, who wants to see how far mj will really go. “aw, we are? i believe that calls for a…” ned catches on. “it comes after please…” mj picks up her camera with gritted teeth. “thank you, morons. say cheese!”

that’s the only warning peter and ned get before they’re blinded with the flash. ned does a toothy grin as he leans into peter’s side. peter musters up the best smile he can, hair a mess and cuts burning pink on his face. satisfied, mj snatches the photograph as it pops out.

“pleasure doing business with you two,” she states, you joining the three of them in the living room. you set the popcorn on the table and give peter his ice pack. he presses it to his cheek, kissing the back of your hand. “send me that!” ned reminds mj, helping himself to your bowl of popcorn. she salutes him.

“there’s my star. what do you say, y/n? wanna take one more really quick?” mj suggests, already holding up her polaroid. you take the other cushion next to peter, your head on his shoulder. “can peter be in it with me? since he’s in the modeling mood tonight.” he wraps an arm tightly around you. “let’s do it, sweetness.”

eagerly jumping in front of you two, mj crouches down to get a better angle. “on the count of three. one, two, three!” the camera clicks, and you surprise peter by laying a smooch on one of his cheeks. he’s holding the ice against his other, genuinely smiling for this picture. ned coos at you, mj showing off her work when it dries.

“how adorable,” she says sarcastically but means it. peter nods at her in appreciation, his lips brushing the side of your head. “what can i say, you’re a pro,” you compliment mj. “come on, em!” ned cheers through a mouthful of popcorn.

tonight was an unexpected and exciting mess, even if your date night did get crashed.

[unhealthyfanobsession]

can i ask for jealous jealous cassian 😭 i’m weak for jealous possessive cassian

Ok everyone wants Jealous!Cassian and I am but a humble servant. I’m using this broad prompt to get out an idea I made as a half joke/meme a while back but now is the time to make it real. Also it involves Tarquin/the summer court but mostly in a tangential way so if you’d like to read a far superior drabble on that @vidalinav has been putting out some bangers.

“I need you to go get Nesta.” Cassian stomped into Feyre’s studio, arms tight to his sides, hands curled into fists. He was going to kill his mate. After he got her back and apologized and made sure she wasn’t mad at him anymore and brought her some tea and let her read for a bit… THEN he was going to kill her. Sneak attack.

He was going to kill her for worrying him like this. Yes, he’d messed up, but… this was cruel and unusual punishment. It wasn’t jealousy. Ok, it wasn’t just jealousy. She… she was one half of his heart and soul and body and she chose to go to the one place he count follow. He’d have followed her into every hell that every god could come up with, but this… this was worse than hell. This was politics.

“Funny thing with this whole mates situation is that one of us in this room has a literal physical tie to Nesta and knows where she is at all times. The other does not. So I think that probably if Nesta is gone it should be you getting her, no?” Cassian glared, not at all impressed by Feyre’s little witticisms at this particular moment. “Unless she’s shutting you out?”

“She’s not shutting me out.” Cassian said through gritted teeth. It was so much worse than shutting him out. She was actively NOT shutting him out. Teasing him with where she was, who she was with, the fact that he couldn’t go after her. “She’s in the Summer Court.”

Feyre laughed. Set her paintbrush down, wiped her hands off on her smock, and walked around the other side of her easel. “Oh you must have done something bad, Cass.”

“No! I…” the massive Illyrian warrior sighed, dropping his head like a chastised puppy. “We may have passed one of my, um, friends… in the street by the Sidra.”

Feyre rose an eyebrow. “So? You and Nesta both have lovers all over this city. It’s never been a problem before.”

“Right. Well. This one, um, talked. A lot. And it wasn’t just a one night thing so then Nesta may have asked me what I’d seen in her because honestly she was being really weird so that was a fair question and I may have said that she was usually a lot nicer but Nesta tended to bring that coldness out in people.”

“What the fuck, Cass?”

“I know! I know, it was stupid and I didn’t mean it and I was just playing around and I thought it was a joke but she got all mad and next thing I know my brain is flooded with pictures of her in a little bathing suit on a boat and I know Tarquin is there with her and I’m banned so I can’t go and just please go get her Feyre! Please. She’s my mate and I can’t say I’m sorry if she isn’t here.”

Feyre sighed, “Fine.”

Nesta was having a great time on her vacation. Not only because the water was glimmering and dolphins were jumping up around the boat and she was tanning under the bright warmth of the summer sun.

But also because she knew Cassian must be going out of his mind. HAH! That’ll show him. Did she care that much about a bad joke? No. Had Cassian been growing a little bit too comfortable in the little cocoon they had made for themselves? Yes.

So let him miss her for a day. Or maybe a week. It’d be better for them both when she came back. Her toes were already curling at that possessive little growl he’d give once his arms were around her again. Not the loud, dramatic roars of a climax but the little back of his throat growl that Cassian gave whenever anyone or anything got too close to Nesta. Even Azriel once. Though she supposed that only meant her mate was perceptive.

“Two Archerons on my humble barge,” Tarquin grinned as the air turned a little chilly the way it did when someone was winnowing into a space. “What could I have done to get so lucky.”

Nesta sighed as her little sister fell out of the sky. “He sent you?”

Feyre nodded. “He’s really torn up, Nesta. He feels awful.”

“Good.” Nesta crossed one leg over the other on her sun lounger, hand reaching back. Tarquin obliged the silent request for a new cocktail with a giddy smile.

“It’s been hours, don’t you think that’s punishment enough?”

Nesta gasped, turning to a smirking Tarquin in shock. “You think I’m here to punish my mate? What kind of a person would do such a thing! No no, I’m just here to get some sun and catch up with my dear friend Tarquin.”

Feyre narrowed her eyes. “You and Tarquin are friends?”

“Best friends, I’d say.” The High Lord of Summer smiled, showing off every one of his pearly white teeth. Sure, they were friends. Friends in torturing certain arrogant Illyrian generals.

“Uh hu.” Feyre drew out the syllables.

“You look stressed,” Nesta slipped her sunglasses down her face and turned back to the sun lest she end up unevenly coloured. “You should grab a drink and join us. I was going to go for a swim in a bit.”

The bait dangled and Feyre rose up on her toes. Feyre loved swimming. She always had. Said it made her feel weightless and free.

Tarquin was behind her with a magically frozen slushy drink in a heartbeat. “Come on, High Lady. Take a break.”

Feyre sighed, but cracked a little smile. “If I remember, you do know how to throw a party, Tarquin.”

Nesta smirked as Feyre sat down on a deck lounger beside her and a hard tug pulled on her heart.

Not her heart, but her rib, where the bond was tied.

Have a fun day, mate.

[alltooreid]

I Think He Knows

Y/N has a huge crush on Spencer Reid, so huge she embarrasses herself every time she tries to talk to him. She is convinced he is aware to all her pathetic attempts at flirting and just chooses to ignore it, but turns out Spencer may be a little more clueless than she thought.

A/N: Hope yall enjoy this cute fluffy fic! I’ve been having a rough couple of days so writing a fun fluff like this was really comforting :) yes it is inspired by the t swift song, but you don’t need to know the song to read and enjoy! also my requests are open so let me know what you want to see! (also sorry if this is kind of short, but i’ve been super busy and wanted to put something out :)))

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Type: a cute pining fluff fic

Word Count: 2.3K

Content Warnings: mentions of alcohol, otherwise none.

“He got that boyish look that I like in a man I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans It's like I'm seventeen, nobody understands No one understands”

“He has to know Penelope, I’m not exactly subtle.”

You and Penelope spent the majority of your lunch breaks in her office, discussing anything and everything. Recently however, the point of contention had been a certain young genius. One who you had a huge crush on.

“Spencer Reid may be a genius, and one of the best profilers I have ever seen but he most certainly does not know,” she said, as she drizzled more dressing on her salad.

“He has to, it feels like everyone knows. . . Do you think everyone knows?”

She shrugged, “They might, I know my Chocolate Thunder hasn’t picked up on it yet.”

“You haven’t told him? It’s already been a week since I’ve told you! How did you keep it a secret for so long?”

“You asked me very nicely not to tell anyone! Plus this one seems really important to you. I don’t want to go around telling people and for Reid to hear it in office gossip.”

You smiled, “Well you Penelope Garcia are the best, best friend ever.”

“You know it, now I know you desperately want to repay me for my services, and you can by giving me those exact ranch packets you have in your bag,” she said.

“They’re all yours, now let’s discuss something other than my pathetic schoolgirl crush. Like how stupid Kevin’s sweater was today.”

“Kevin? The other internal affairs technical analyst? Yeah what the heck was he wearing?”

“You know, I’m tired of having to carry the weight of the brains, looks and fashion sense out of the two of us,” you said. “Though, that is a good way to gather attention . . . I wonder if Spencer would actually hold a conversation with me if I wore something as ugly as that.”

She laughed, “You know I think that might send you backwards.”

You stabbed your lettuce, “At this point I’ll try anything.”

Before Penelope could respond, someone interrupted your lunch, your only other friend on the BAU team, Emily Prentiss.

“Oh hi Y/N! How are you!”

“I’m good Emily, what kind of gross things are you here to deliver today?” you and Emily joined the FBI at around the same time, and found comfort in the fact that you were both total try-hards. Emily was going to eat lunch with you and your fast friend Penelope, at least on days when she was in the office for lunch, but you and her both agreed that she should eat lunch with the team so that they can get used to having her around.

“Just some paperwork, no cases yet, knock on wood. Also I just wanted to say hello! What are you guys eating?” she asked, pulling up a chair.

“Some salads from that takeout veggie place PG is always talking about. I told you I was going vegetarian right?” “You did not! That’s great Y/N! We need to talk more, like we used to when we first started here,” she sighed, then perked up, “We should have girls night! Remember how fun it was that night at the bar? With Brad the real FBI agent?”

“Yes! We should! You know, Gideon’s replacement comes tomorrow, we should celebrate!” Garcia said.

“You know, I don’t know if the best way to celebrate a new agent is by drinking without them, but I’m down. We’ll toast our girls night to agent Rossi. Someone ask JJ if she’s busy.”

JJ was not busy, but when you and Emily asked, Morgan overheard.

“So am I not invited to the party?”

“Well it was supposed to be girls night . . . but I think PG would throw a fit if I turned down her 2nd favorite person in this building, so I guess you can come,” you teased. “You should come too Spencer!”

“I don’t know, that’s not really my thing . . “

“Oh come on! I know I would love to see you there,” you then realized that you were embarrassing yourself being so forward. “And I’m sure everyone else would too!”

“Alright, I’ll come, but I’m not drinking.” he said firmly. 

Before you could respond, Penelope magically appeared. “Good, you can be completely sober when Y/N gets wasted and embarrasses herself,” she said.

“PENELOPE! I’m not the light weight here! you’ll see Spencer, she’s actually awful. Two shots in and she’ll be on the floor,” this was apparently the wrong thing to say, because Spencer grimaced. “But it’ll be so much fun! You have to be there! You already said yes!”

“I just don’t know if seeing all of my coworkers get drunk while I watch is my idea of a fun evening. . .”

“Trust me! I’ll even stay sober with you, so we can judge them together. It’ll be a blast.”

“Ok, I’ll be there . . . but for now I need more coffee,” he pulled his chair out and walked towards the office kitchen. You silently cheered, forgetting how people were still standing around you.

“Well,” you awkwardly laughed, “um, I guess I better be getting back to my neck of the woods. I’m not a hot shot profiler like the rest of you guys . . . so see you all later!” You tried to escape before anyone interrogated you about your conversation with Spencer. However, a certain profiler followed quickly behind you. 

“So. . . you and pretty boy huh?”

“Shut it Morgan.”

{⋅. ♪ .⋅}

You stayed true to your word that night, Spencer stuck to water and you enjoyed a diet soda. The bartender, who you had grown fairly used to seeing on your many nights out, was shocked to hear you didn’t want any alcohol in it. 

It’s probably a good thing that you didn’t drink, you already embarrassed yourself enough in front of Spencer fully sober.

“So Spencer, you know that new bookstore you said you were going to go to after work a couple weeks ago?”

“New bookstore . . .? Oh yeah! What about it?”

“Well after I heard you talking about it I decided to check it out . . . It’s really nice there! I go like every other night now! We should totally go together sometime.” Luckily, you were sober enough to keep a secret: the fact you were only going so much in the hopes of running into him.

“Oh really? If I’m being honest I wasn’t super impressed with their selection, it was mostly contemporary fiction. And all in English . . . Not really my thing,” when he saw the way your face dropped he quickly changed his tone, “but it’s great if that’s your thing!”

This. Is. Humiliating. The amount of times you had gone and bought books from the bookstore, you were there almost every night hoping to run into him after work and start a conversation. You felt stupid, of course he wouldn’t want to go on a book store date with you. If Spencer Reid didn’t like you so much that he wouldn’t even go to a bookstore with you, there’s no chance at a relationship.

“Oh haha, yeah you’re right it’s totally lame. . .”

“Didn’t you just say you went there all the time?”

“No! When did I say that? You must be drinking Dr. Reid,” you said, quickly hopping off your bar stool, and running towards Morgan and Garcia, not turning around to see how confused Spencer was, but only being able to imagine him as relieved. Relieved he didn’t have to make conversation with you anymore.

“I’m blowing this PG, he totally hates me.”

Morgan laughed, “Y/N, you’re acting silly, this isn’t high school, we aren’t seventeen, stop dancing around it and just go ask him out.”

“Morgan, he doesn’t want to go to a bookstore with me, no way he’s agreeing to a date.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm down, maybe he’s just not in the mood to go?”

“You go ask him then, 20 bucks he says yes.”

“You’re on Y/N/N.”

7 minutes later Morgan returned and without a word pulled a twenty dollar bill out of his wallet and deposited it into your hand. “Sorry, Y/N.”

Penelope then piped up, “I’m telling you Y/N, he just doesn’t know. That boy is clueless.”

You scoffed, “I think he knows Penelope. I’ve made it pretty clear.”

“Have you told him?”

You were thrown off, “Um, no but-”

“Well then you haven’t made it clear enough, have you sugar?”

You almost said something, but you couldn’t really think of a good rebuttal for the argument. So instead, you downed Penelope’s half dranken frozen margarita, and headed back over to Spencer.

“Hey!” he said as you made your way back over, “I was wondering where you went, after you left Derek came over and asked to go to that bookstore with me, isn’t that extraordinary. . .”

“Do you wanna go on a date with me?” you blurted out.

“What?”

You sighed, “I’ve had a crush on you since like, forever, and I keep planning all these ways to ask you subtly but it’s just not working so I’m asking now. Do you want to go on a date with me?”

“You like me? I didn’t know that . . .”

“You’re joking.”

“No, I’m not, I thought you were just being nice. You’re nice to everyone and I didn’t want to get my hopes up.”

You smirked, “Get your hopes up? Does that mean you’re obsessed with me too Dr. Reid?”

He laughed in response, “Yeah, you could definitely say that.”

You dug through your purse and pulled out your keys, “Ok, then let’s get out of here.”

He paled, “And do what?”

“We’re going on our first date.”

He smiled, and you both got up off your bar stools and headed out the door, ignoring Morgan’s snide remarks as you passed. 

{⋅. ♪ .⋅}

You couldn’t help but smile as you drove. Every couple of seconds you couldn’t help but look over at Spencer, getting lost in his brownish hazel eyes, which looked indigo in the night. He would smile, the kind of smile people write silly little romance songs about and spend verses to describe, and tell you to pay attention to the road before you run off of it. You would laugh, tell him to calm down. Although originally you had an idea of where you were going, now you just wanted to drive in circles, to bask in this memory. 

“So where are we going?” he asked.

“Think about it Doctor Reid . . .” you replied, teasing him in the way you’ve imagined since you met him. 

You pulled up to that little bookstore on 16th avenue, the one you couldn’t stop going to out of the sheer chance Spencer might be there, the one that was obviously closed this late at night, but was too perfect not to spend your first date at. 

“Although this is beautifully symbolic, it’s almost 2 in the morning, this place closes at 8. We’re 5 hours, 49 minutes and 17 seconds late.”

You smiled and pulled out your ring of keys, “You know, when I spent hours a night hanging around here after work, hoping that you would happen to come shop for books and see me here too, the woman who owns this store got pretty curious. So I told her why I was here, and after she got done laughing at me she offered me a key, so that if I ever had the guts to ask you out, I could take you here no matter what.” You turned the key and swung the door open, gesturing him inside and locking the door behind you, “but we have to keep the lights off, so no one comes by and tries to get in.”

You and Spencer sit in the non-fiction section, and enjoy the silence for a few seconds before you have an idea, “Read me something Reid.”

He reached up, pulling a book off of the shelf without looking, “Are you sure, A Brief History of 1491: Life in America Before Columbus, is first date material?”

“Although that book is anything but brief, anything you read to me will sound stunning coming from your pretty mouth.”

So he begins to read, attempting to slow down to a reasonable pace but still going abnormally fast. You didn’t care though, more than you listened to the history of the late fifteenth century you watched Spencer’s hands. They’re really nice hands.

His right followed the words as he read aloud and his left helped hold the book. He wiggled the fingers on his left hand unconsciously as he spoke, getting into the words of the book. 

After about 25 pages he glanced over at you, and you could almost hear the gears turning in his head. After a second he went back to the page, and continued reading. You didn’t think anything of it until a couple minutes later, when his hand made its way to your left thigh.

He held it and you leaned into him, and you both stayed like that until you fell asleep hours later, with his head resting on top of yours. 

At 8:30 Mrs. Betts, the owner of the bookstore, found you and Spencer, arms around each other, the book thrown aside. She smiled, glad to know you had taken her up on her offer. She went to go wake you up but glanced at her watch. She didn’t have to officially open until 10. 

She could definitely spare a couple of minutes. 

“I want you, bless my soul I ain't gotta tell him I think he knows”

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[nygmobblepot-trash]

You all thought the Isabella plot line was hard to sit through? I'll show you true pain without throwing in some random bullshit just to stop the gay agenda or whatever.

If I wrote for the show I'd make you all suffer more. I know I've talked about this night many many times, but there's so many good options. So sorry if some stuff is from past posts. I enjoy tweeking scenarios over and over again.

Ok so here's how the so called "Oswald's confession dinner" would go down. After being asked to go to dinner Ed immediately knows what it is about. Ed may be terrible at paying attention to emotions but Oswald is incapable of feeling anything that isn't extreme. Yes we all love oblivious Ed but the man doesn't shut up about love and we know he loves mind games. He's been gaslighting Oswald ever since his first sentence to the man.

Anyways. Ed dressed up real nice and gets an expensive wine. He arrives at the dinner and Oswald is at a lost for words which is common when he around Ed. Unfortunately it is because of the mind games Ed plays whether it is stunning Oswald by saying something out of left field (Aka their first meeting) or just being intimidating. The second one is new but Ed does love how the game has changed. Both stokes his ego and that's the most important part. The thing that turns Ed on? Simple. Making the king of Gotham turn into a shaking mess in his presence. The fact he can do it when he's 'oblivious' is all the more fun. Ed watches Oswald struggle to get his confession out. He doesn't let Oswald find an easy way out.

Oswald tries to look away because he can't bare to say it while looking into Ed's eyes. Ed strides over, uses his hand to gently lift Oswald's chin up so Oswald is forced to look at him, "Mr. Cobblepot is something wrong? Why can't you look at me? You know I'll fix anything for you, right?" Ed swore he saw Oswald's soul leave his body. He didn't get to savor the reaction very long as Oswald bolted to the bathroom. Even over the water running Ed could hear Oswald losing it.

Now a nicer person would have stopped the game and let the serious shit happen. But as we all know Ed doesn't concede and frankly honey if you can't win the games you don't get to be with him. So Ed decides to be even more cruel. He knows Oswald is in there giving himself a pep talk. He'll pump himself up until he's a mess of emotions then he'll storm out of that bathroom on a mission. The second he sees Ed he'll yell it out and put it all on the table. And that's a problem for Ed. He isn't done being an asshole. In his opinion that's cheating and he can't have that. So Ed does the unspeakable, he takes off his suit jacket and slightly undoes his tie. To Ed this is very scandalous.

Then as if on que Oswald does as expected and busts out of the bathroom yelling. "OKAY ED. I'M READY. DON'T INTRUPT ME I HAVE TO DO THIS. ED I- ... why did you take your jacket off? Oh and your tie is... um."

Ed bites him bottom lip to stop from grinning. "The fire" he gestures to the fireplace behind him "it has made it awfully warm in here. I thought you were having the same issues as your face has been almost as red as that fire the entire night. I can put the jacket back on if it is making you uncomfortable. I guess I felt comfortable enough around you to relax a little.'

Oswald didn't pay attention to a word he said. Ed has never had even a hair out of place. Ed taking off his jacket and loosening his always very tight and perfect tie was very new. Hell Oswald was sure that Ed slept in a suit. He knew this was false as he had gone through Ed's stuff when he was living at his place but he couldn't actually picture Ed wearing any of it.

Ed savors Oswald self-destructing for a little bit before he decides to add more pressure. Ed gets up from his seat yet again. No timid Ed in sight. It is intimidation time aka stoic Ed. Edward Nygma strides up to Oswald who's brain is still melting and towers over him. Ed states back down at him with no readable emotion. Oswald is terrified and starts to back up until he unfortunately hits a wall. Ed does the move, you know the one, he puts his hands above Oswald's shoulders on the wall and slightly leans forward closing the already short distance between them. "You're acting strange Oswald."

"W-What are you talking about?"

"You brought me here to tell me something, something obviously very important, but all night you have failed to say it. The Oswald I know doesn't have this issue. Last time I checked the king of Gotham isn't afraid of anything. But I guess I was wrong." Ed wants to see how far he can go.

At first Oswald had the urge to grab Ed by his stupid tie and kiss him but as Ed's speech went on he wanted to punch him. But the asshole did have a point. He was Oswald fucking Cobblepot, king and mayor of Gotham. Why was this tall, skinny, nerd pressing his buttons? Who did this dark haired, intelligent, handsome, and apparently strong - hey wait! Oswald needed to focus but couldn't. Turns out Oswald doesn't like Ed when Oswald thinks he can easily crush him. Nope. Turns out Oswald enjoys whatever the fuck this is. Sure at first his fantasy was making Ed a blabbering mess as he shoved him into a closet to make out with him. No this was much better except Ed hadn't moved, or rather made a move. Not that Ed would, he doesn't know how Oswald feels right? He may be a genius but he's terrible at emotions right? It's not like he's been talking about love non stop. And now that he thinks about it Ed is wearing a brand new suit. Ed has cycled through the same 7 suits for ever since they met. Why the new one now? Speaking of the suit why did he take his jacket off? Oswald craned his head to face Ed's emotionless face. "Hey Ed. Why did you take your jacket off instead of turning off the fire? You thought I was hot too and that would be the most logical option."

It was quick but for a second Oswald saw panic in his eyes. "I wear a suit all the time. It was getting stuffy so I took off my jacket and loosened my tie. Why are you trying to avoid the issue here?" Ed said matter of factly.

Oswald smiled. "Because Edward Nygma, you're fucking with me."

"Am I?"

Oswald shoved Ed away and sighed, "Yes. You almost won too. You got too cocky, like always. You know why I asked you to be here and you decided to make me look like a fool. You hid your emotions pretty well but not good enough. Your actions and eyes betrayed you. You had no reason to undress like that and I could see the look in your eyes. It's the same look you give anyone lower than you when you're showing off."

Edward stared back dumbfounded. He never saw this coming.

"When I'm around you I'm not as confident as I usually am. You took advantage of that. I may not have enough courage to say what I want to say or even do what I want to do, but you're the same as me. At least when it comes to doing. You're all bark and no bite. Let's face it. You make me just as nervous as I make you, Ed. I win."

Suddenly Ed kicks back on. "Are you calling me a coward?"

Oswald pushed himself up to whipser to Ed "Kristen kissed you first, didn't she?" A wicked grin was plastered to his face.

Before Oswald or even Ed himself realized what was happening, Oswald was shoved hard back against the wall. They were in the same position they were in minutes ago. Ed's mind was racing and he breathed hard and fast. While Oswald held on to his. Then Ed did what Oswald thought was impossible and grabbed onto Oswald's tie and angrily pulled it as he brought his face to Oswald's.

As it turns out Ed is a good kisser... an impossiblely good kisser. Oswald doesn't know if it is due to Ed being pissed off or what. Oswald had even made a bet that Ed was a terrible kisser. This was the first time he was happy to lose money.

Unfortunately the only bad thing was the kiss didn't last long enough in Oswald's opinion. Which of course would be never. They had to breathe eventually. Turns out that was a new games as well. Both men tried their best not to be the first one to break. Oswald lost but he was holding his breath before the kiss so that isn't fair.

"I win." Ed said out of breath and let go of Oswald.

Oswald choked on his own laughter. "Are you kidding me?! If anyone won it was definitely me. I only said that shit so you'd do something and guess what, you did it!"

Oswald watched as Ed tried to compute that information. When he did his eyes went wide. "You manipulated me."

"You did it first to be fair, I just ended it. I always get what I want in the end, my dear Ed."

"Damn it. No matter what I do I play into your hands."

Don't say it Oswald. Don't say it.

...

Fuck it.

"What are you going to do about it? The great Riddler defeated by the Penguin."

Ed said nothing as he he grabbed Oswald by the wrist and almost ran up the steps to Oswald's room. Where they had a nice conversation and nothing else :)

[angelyuji]

I also love Yan!Spiderman, there will never be enough content for him ! Can I request a headcannon ? Or a blurb, whatever you prefer ? I love the amnesia trope, like the reader having long-term amnesia after an accident or whatever and yan!Spiderman swooping in, saying they have been dating for months... You may get suspicious of how flustered he gets but he knows so much about you, he can't be lying, right ? 😚

17+

cw// stalking, non-consensual picture taking, kind of kidnapping, familial neglect, car accident caused by superheroes, non-consensual kissing, non-consensual touching, forced hugs, lying, manipulation, “gatekeep, gaslight, girlboss” energy, implied murder, peter being a crybaby to guilt trip you, idk peter being gross and pervy and being a liar, toxic relationship (kind of because you’re kinda not aware of the fact that he sucks and he’s lying)

· OMGBESTIE sorry i just absolutely ADORE the amnesia trope in yandere fics GHJKJHGF

· it’s just so perfect *chef’s kiss*

· anyway

· you got into accident that totally not caused by peter…yeah, it was totally definitely the criminal’s fault …

· but i mean, why were you driving in the middle of a villain attack anyway? oh, you had to go to work?...so??? peter didn’t give you the ok?????

· right, so he’s tossing cars and trying to bring justice (or something like that) and he saw you coming, but alas, he's too late

· you see something hurtling towards your car as you stop at a red light. you squint your eyes, “oh. ha, that’s a car…wait”

· peter was only a couple feet away when he sees the truck he threw slam against the hood of your car, crumpling the hood like it’s made of aluminum foil. time moves in slow motion as peter tries to reach you. out of reflex, peter shoots his webs to move you from impact. he can feel himself move, but his mind shuts down. when he regains consciousness, you’re in his arms, passed out, but seemingly unscathed. he feels relief, then fury. peter barely noticed when the paramedics came to move you out of his arms. he turns to the villain, his whole body shaking, and launches himself at the man.

· you end up in the hospital for a brain injury that left you in a coma and peter literally never left your side. he came every day and stayed by your side until visiting hours were over, and came into your room at night as spiderman after patrol.

· the hospital staff saw him so much that they assumed you were both in a relationship, so when you woke up at night during his patrol hours, they called him first.

· they called your parents after…weird, i know

· “how do you feel?”

· “fine, i guess. tired, surprisingly” you chuckle dryly and the doctor smiles.

· “fine is good. what’s the last thing you remember?”

· “…um….i can’t… I don’t-”

· “hey, it’s okay. take your time.” the doctor tries to be reassuring, but you feel panic bubble. what’s going on, why can’t you remember what happened? what’s happening to you? your breathing turns rough and the air feels thicker as you seem to remember less and less of what you should know. all of a sudden, two arms wrap around you and pull you into them.

· “it’s gonna be okay” they mumble into your hair as you cry into their shirt.

· peter and the doctor eventually figured out that you were missing 4 years of your life. the 4 years that you’ve lived in queens, to be exact.

· peter realizes exactly what he has to do when the doctor pulls him and your family aside to explain the situation

· (they had asked him who tf he was and he, in a panic to not be kicked out, said y’all were dating)

· he offers your family a way out, a way to not take the stress of taking care of you, by letting him take care of you

· “i love them. i can’t lose them and i won’t lose them, so please, let me take care of them”

· honestly, your family was lowkey relieved that peter offered to take care of you, not even remembering that you have never mentioned this man in any conversation (who has amnesia now??)

· peter would go into your room and tell you that you’re going home with him

· “what? what about my family?”

· “they’re okay with it. they have a lot going on and, as your boyfriend-”

· “boyfriend? i’ve never seen you before in my life?”

· “no! no, we started dating when you moved to queens!" at your blank stare, he lowers his head slightly and you see tears fall, "i wish you would remember”

· peter will pull out his pictures of you saying stuff like “then how do i have these pictures?? hmm????” and fake crying to make it seem like he was your grieving boyfriend

· he’ll be constantly mentioning the fact that he’s your boyfriend to you and to others (at some point, ur confused on whether he’s trying to convince you or trying to convince himself) “as your boyfriend’ “your boyfriend” “i love being with you and going on dates haha yk since im your bf”

· he’ll make up different stories from places he’s seen you. if he stalked you while you were walking at the park, he’ll say you both went on walks often. if you went on picnics by yourself often, he’ll say you constantly had picnic dates. had a fun day at the arcade? more like, you had fun day at the arcade with peter!

· peter’s smart, he uses these events as a way of tricking your brain into thinking that each memory you recover of these moments are just moments that are missing him, and eventually, he’ll start appearing in memories

· peter would take you to his apartment and absolutely REFUSE to let you leave, he’ll have an excuse ready to make sure you can’t leave your new home

· “the doctor said you shouldn’t move too much”

· he’ll make you sleep in the same bed as him, go on dates with him, hug and kiss him like “you used to do” with the excuse of “the doctor said you should do things that you used to do before the accident to start remembering everything”

· …riiight

· “are you coming to bed?” you lay in his bed, waiting for peter.

· “i-i sorry, yes, I-” peter stumbles on his words as he stands by the bed.

· you sit up in annoyance, “peter, you said we slept together. what’s wrong?”

· peter turns bright red, “no! nothing’s wrong! it’s nothing, i-i’m coming to bed in a sec.” you lay back down and soon you feel him crawl into bed. you turn your back to him, but peter pulls you closer to him and start leaving kisses down your back.

· “what are you doing.” you whisper into the darkness. his small touches feel foreign on your skin and your body itches to move in disgust.

· “i’m helping you sleep. uh-before, i helped you fall sleep like this, maybe this’ll help you remember” peter pushes his head into the crook of your neck and holds you closer, his fingers grazing under your shirt and feeling your stomach.

· you try to move away without panicking, “maybe, we’re moving too fast? i kinda need some spa-” you feel peter freeze.

· “do-do you not love me anymore?” you feel peter’s tears before you hear his sniffles, “i didn’t want to push you, but i just missed you so much and i thought that you were starting to remember how much you love me.” his sniffles turn to sobs and you start feeling guilty. you push your discomfort away and let yourself get pulled into his warmth.

· “no, it's fine. just don’t, you know, cry please.” you press your lips into a thin line and sigh as peter stops sniffling and hums in content.

· he’ll guilt you into doing what he wants with tears and sobs about how he misses “the old you”

· funny, considering the fact that this mf basically made up his entire relationship with you because he’s literally psychotic

· your relationship would be seemingly normal too, except that all of the friends that talked about how they’ve never met peter before your accident went missing…huh, definitely no connection there…

· but by the time they inform you of their concern, it is already months after your accident and peter would have already made you believe that you were dating

· in peter’s mind, you’re everything and more than he imagined, even though you barely know him, he knows you so well that it’s easy for him to make you believe that you’re together.

· peter would tell he’s spiderman once you’ve stopped resisting him to make sure that you won’t search up your accident and see that spiderman was involved

· the only way for you to break from peter’s grip on your mind is for him to accidently confess that he’s lied to you

· and that’ll happen, peter may be good at lying, but during a fight, he might let it slip

· “I TOLD YOU NOT TO TALK TO THEM.”

· “they’re my friends, peter. you can’t stop me from seeing them.” you roll your eyes when peter’s face crumples. “ugh, peter, stop with the guilt-tripping. your fake tears don’t work on me anymore.”

· peter’s face turns cold, “your friends are liars and they’ve been trying to break us up since the accident. all they say when they see me are lies.”

· you keep a straight face, “well, i know it’s a lie, so you don’t have to act like this.”

· “but-but what if you start believing them? what if you realize that you can do better than me? what if you remember everything? what if they make you break up with me? wh-” peter turns to you and sees you frozen in place. he moves towards you and pulls you into a hug, but you stay stiff.

· “what do you mean “remember”?” you whisper and peter’s eyes go wide. silence fills the room as peter says still.

· “well, shit”

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