#okay I will but I do want people to guess

[lightseoul]

a/n. currently watching single's inferno s4 and this is how it's going. inspired by that exchange between dong ho and a rin. specifically, dong ho's smile during. what the hell am i talking about. (0.9k)

“you really didn’t have to drive me all the way here, you know.”

you plop down on the spot right next to bakugou, who wordlessly takes the mug of tea you’re offering with a half-hearted glare.

“then decline the next time,” is his snarky retort.

you playfully roll your eyes, burrowing further into the plush cushion of your sofa beneath you, hands cupping your own beverage. “you say that as if you’ll let me commute this late.”

a tsk. “it’s called having a heart of gold, you idiot.”

you hum noncommittally, gaze fixed on the tv in front of you. “camie sure does think you have one, huh?”

when he doesn’t say anything for a beat, you chance a peek at the man, and sure enough, he’s looking at you like you just shat yourself. “hah?”

“camie?” you repeat, hoping the creeping embarrassment isn’t showing on your face. “the girl who—”

“i know who she is,” he spews defensively, before raising an eyebrow. “what about her?”

“you seem to go way back, based on how she regarded you tonight,” you quickly explain.

he stares at you for a second, as if trying to figure out why the hell you’re talking about utsushimi camie of all people, ultimately settling with a lazy shrug. “i guess? we ran into each other a few times back in ua.”

and when you don’t immediately respond: “why?”

“nothing,” you supply, before: “i mean, i could tell she’s generally a bubbly and outgoing person just from dinner, but the way she behaved around you was…how should i say—different, i guess?”

the pro-hero lets out a grunt, which is bakugou katsuki for keep going.

so you do. “for one, she seemed eager to sit beside you, even though yoarashi-san was the one to arrange the hangout, and i think you mentioned in passing once that she thinks shouto’s attractive.”

unsurprisingly, that grants you a side-eye. you backtrack.

“not that a girl wanting to sit beside you is unfathomable, but—”

“the fuck are you getting at, dumbass?”

you huff. “i’ll get there if you just let me talk!”

he shoots you another glare, before tossing you a curt nod. “fine.”

you fight back the urge to punch his arm. “as i was saying,” you enunciate, “there was something…remarkable about how she was acting.”

“how so?”

you ponder for a moment, not minding how the question just now was too sarcastic for your taste. “well, i didn’t really see her arrive because i was at the restroom, but she seemed to deflate when i came back and took my seat beside you. almost as if she was eyeing the spot.”

“you’re fucking imagining things.”

“okay, gaslighter. anyway, it wasn’t just that. her mood went back up a notch when you introduced me—so reluctantly it was embarrassing, by the way—as your best friend.”

he scoffs. “you’re the one who tagged along.”

“shouto invited me, you dickhead.” you frown, “when he called you this afternoon and i said hi, remember? he said you could bring me with you.”

“he was just being polite, that pretty boy.”

“and you’re being a fucking downer,” you quip, before crossing your arms in front of your chest like a petulant child. “i don’t know what camie sees in you.”

“hah?”

“see?” you exclaim, flinging your arms in frustration, “you’re not getting it because you’re not letting me finish. i have no idea how you didn’t notice, but her body was facing you the entire evening! she kept redirecting the conversation to you, too, asking you all sorts of questions.”

you’re not looking at him anymore, eyes darting all over the place as you continue. “and her giggles, man, you weren’t even being funny, but she was laughing like you had keke palmer’s humor, or something.”

“i don’t know if you’re feigning ignorance or just flat-out oblivious, which i doubt you are, but seriously, man,” you rasp, “i can’t believe i’m the one who has to do this, but open your eyes. the girl likes you. and—are you smiling?”

you cut yourself off, the jarring sight of bakugou grinning at you erasing every viable thought in your brain.

if you didn’t know any better, you’d think the guy is fucking amused.

you scowl at him. “the fuck are you smiling about?”

“nothin’,” he claims, although his lips are still pulled taut to the sides.

you shoot him a deadpan look, which causes him to let out a soft chuckle.

he shakes his head, shifting in his seat. “it’s just—i don’t know…”

“don’t know what?” you ask, brows furrowed.

“don’t know how you picked up on all this shit.”

your response is instantaneous. “it’s called having eyes, you idiot.”

if he’s even marginally annoyed at your semi-quoting him, he doesn’t let it show. instead, you can only watch in bewilderment as a faint tinge of pink starts to color his cheeks.

“yeah, well, i didn’t even notice any of that.”

“how?”

a glower.

“because i was just looking at you, dipshit.”

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[stars-obsession-pit]

…so i started to write a snippet thing for this idea a few months ago, but then just kinda left it in my drafts and forgot about it. I don’t think it’s really finished, but I figured I’d post it anyway since i’m trying to clean out my drafts a bit

Doors rushed past as the researcher sprinted down the hallway with his precious cargo, breathing heavily.

‘More of an ex-researcher now�� his mind commented unhelpfully.

He wasn’t the most athletic in the first place, never mind the weight of the teen in his arms. They unusually light, but that didn’t help much considering they were still inside the facility and it was rapidly entering full lockdown mode.

Already some automated systems were online, and quite frankly the only reasons they’d gotten this far despite them was that his uniform seemed to protect him from the blasts from the automated systems.

‘Of all the possible times to lose track of where I am. Why the hell do they make everything so same-y looking? They’re not even fitting the theme and making it all white!’

He glanced down to the figure in his arms. “Hey dude, do you have any sorta ghost-juju you can pull off to help us get out?”

The only response was a pained groan.

“…I’m gonna take that as a no. Fuck, we’re so dead.”

The ghost boy managed to slur something into his shoulder, words only partially discernible. “‘m –ly –lf dead.”

“Yeah okay, but I’m alive!” A beam of energy hit the wall only inches from his head and he yelped. Fuck, the security people were catching up. Guess the head start due to surprise could only last them so long.

He turned another corner. “And I want to stay that way!”

…man, imagine joining the GIW without knowing its true details. That subsequent realization would be a hell of a trip

“Take that, Dad, I told you my ghost hobby wasn’t worthless! Secure government paycheck, here I come!”

“…Wow, that’s a lot of NDAs”

“Why am I being armed? I thought I was here to do, like, lab work? …For if one of the subjects escapes!? What the hell am I going to be working on?!”

“Why– why is there a child in that cell?”

*sprinting through the hallway while alarms blare* “fuck fuck fuck i don’t want to die i just want to study ghosts not become one!”

[heartsforjh]

I shall break my Quinn strike and ask for my favorite Hughes

Gimme Luke with “i thought you hated when people touch you?” he needs a black cat girlfriend for his golden retriever vibe😔🙏

this one was suspiciously easy for me to write so if it’s actually bad i’m VERY sorry… i knew something was up. 🙏

“Mom! Luke won’t stop making me upset!” your best friend, Jack, calls out.

“Luke, quit messing with your brother!” Ellen says, sorting through old family photos.

“I’m not messing with him! I’m messing with Y/n!” the younger boy whines.

“Your brother and his friend don’t want to play with you right now. You can play with Y/n when Jack has to go back to school,” Ellen explains.

“And he won’t stop touching her, Mom! He knows she doesn’t like it, but he keeps grabbing her hand and pulling her!” Jack continues to snitch.

“Alright, Jack. I’m handling it.”

“Okay, just making sure. Come on, Y/n. We don’t have to play with him,” Jack says, ushering you out of the living room. You feel bad, looking back at Luke as Jack pushes you out of the room without actually putting his hands on you. You give a little wave to Luke before disappearing from sight.

“Are you guys excited to start middle school?” Quinn, the oldest Hughes brother, asks as you and Luke sit at the dinner table.

“Well, I guess I am. I’m kind of nervous because I know it’ll be so different,” you admit before taking a bite of your food.

“It’s a good thing you have Luke! I’m glad the two of you get to start these milestones together!” the boys’ mom says.

“Yeah, Y/n! We have each other! It’s gonna be fun. We can sit next to each other at lunch and everything,” Luke says excitedly. He gets carried away while talking and starts messing with some strands of your hair, which Jack immediately notices.

Jack is quick to slap Luke’s hand away from your hair. “She doesn’t like you touching her! And she doesn’t need you. I already started middle school a year ago. I can tell her everything she needs to know.”

“Fine. I won’t touch her. It was an accident,” Luke says, feeling bad for forgetting again that people touching you makes you uncomfortable.

“How do you accidentally touch someone?! That doesn’t just happen! You—” Jack starts, only to be cut off by his dad stepping in with a stern, “Boys!”

It would be a lie to say that the rest of the dinner was ruined. This happens a lot, and everyone is used to it. Luke gets to talking, becomes excited, and, being a touchy person, accidentally does something to make Jack upset. It repeats like clockwork.

You got in. You really got in! The University of Michigan has accepted you as a student, and you couldn’t be happier. Of course, Luke is going too. You’re not mad about it at all. You expected it and, honestly, you’re glad. While you’re closest with Jack, having Luke complete all the same milestones with you has always been comforting.

You’re at the small party your family and the Hughes family put together to celebrate you and Luke. After finishing a conversation with one of their cousins, you head into the kitchen for a drink. Luke is already there at the counter, grabbing a drink for himself. When he turns around and sees you, he smiles.

“Hey!” he says, his eyes lighting up. You walk over to stand next to him and grab a cup.

“Hey. This is a cool party, right?” you ask, looking up at him and trying to make conversation.

He nods and grabs your favorite tea, pouring it into your cup for you. “Oh for sure. It’s great they did this for us. You ready to go to UMich?”

You smile a little nervously, looking at him. “I mean, I guess. I’m kind of nervous. You’re not?”

“No way! I’ve wanted to go to this school forever. So have you! You should be ecstatic. What’s the matter?” he asks, concerned.

“Well… y’know, it’s gonna be so different,” you confess, the nerves clear in your tone.

“It’s a good thing we’ll have each other, then. I’m not just gonna let you fall on your face, Y/n. I love you too much for that,” he says, his face full of emotion.

For the first time since the whole college mess, you feel relieved. “Really? Thanks, Lukey. I love you too.”

You close the space between the two of you and wrap your arms around his waist, laying your head on his chest. However, Luke freezes.

You frown a little and tilt your head to look up at him, your chin still resting on his chest. “Uh… Y/n? Is this, like… on purpose?” he asks, looking stressed.

You laugh, confused. “What are you talking about?”

“I thought you hated when people touch you?” he says, his voice cracking slightly.

You think about it for a moment before responding. “I suppose I do. But not you.”

“Not me? I get yelled at every time I so much as look at you!” he says, surprised.

You pat his stomach and shake your head. “Lukey, that’s all Jack. Take it up with him. I like you… a lot. I always have.”

“You’ve liked me back this whole time and Jack’s ruined it?!” he asks, shocked.

You smile and nod. “Yeah! To be fair, I don’t think he knew. He just thought you were annoying me.”

“Whatever. He’s not here to ruin it now,” Luke says, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tight.

In the next room, Ellen turns to her oldest son, beaming. “It worked!”

Quinn smiles. “I told you they’d figure it out, and all it took was distracting Jack a little.”

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[neiptune]

a simple complication

cw: 1.6k wc, female reader, miscommunication my beloved, you have no idea how to confess your feelings to the one miya twin who doesn't remember what happened at suna's party

You’ve never once felt uncomfortable in a Miya household but, as you stand frozen by the doorstep, you realize that just might be about to change.

As you take a deep breath, relentless inner monologue giving its best shot at calming you down, Osamu suddenly swings the door open and you find yourself taking a wobbly step back, surprised. One garbage bag in hand, he looks equally startled.

“Hey”, he smiles after a moment, “what are ya doing?”.

You can barely look him in the eye, which only confuses him more.

“Nothing. I mean, I wanted to see you. Was hoping we could talk?”.

“Uh, sure. Come in, I’ll be right back”.

You quickly do as you’re told, take your shoes off by the door and gingerly shuffle to the couch before your brain decides you may in fact be too much of a coward to initiate the conversation at all.

The apartment seems empty, which indicates that Atsumu is either sleeping or simply not home. You try to remember how many drinks he had the previous evening, at Suna’s halloween party, but the entire night is still such a blur. Except from one specific detail that still makes heat crawl from your throat up to the roots of your hair.

God, how could you be so stupid? It’d be easy to blame it all on the stupid drinks Rintaro kept bringing you, liquid courage, a dumb wink sent your way as he casually suggested it was time you stopped being a pussy. No, it wasn’t entirely his fault, although you should’ve guessed nothing good would come out of a halloween party thrown in the middle of January.

You were in a pretty low effort costume, clown makeup, black dress. You’re all adults now, which made you think no one would actually commit to the bit as much as they did back in high school or during college, but were soon enough proved wrong as soon as you saw Aran and Rintaro respectively in a Daphne and Velma costume. They looked ridiculous and spectacular at the same time.

The twins were the only ones proving your theory, they both arrived to the party in casual clothes and not one bit of makeup on. A shame, the opportunity to see them wear mascara or eyeliner is rare but when they do men and women are affected all the same. You clearly remember once catching Rintaro himself staring at Osamu for a little too long.

“What’s up? Are ya hungry? Brought back some leftovers from the shop, we can have lunch if ‘Tsumu didn’t gobble those down”, his voice makes you jump and your friend stops by the couch, brows suddenly furrowed. “Or not. Are you okay?”.

“Yes!”, you should be relieved, honestly, he’s acting normal. Which means that maybe you didn’t ruin anything. Are you about to? Perhaps coming was a mistake-

“What did you want to talk about?”, Osamu has always been way too good at sensing other people’s emotions, he quickly forgets the lunch proposal and sits next to you instead, close enough for your legs to be pressed against each other. You feel like you may be about to combust.

You’ve known him almost all your life, high school feels like a century ago. The Miyas came as a package deal back then, one couldn’t exist without the other, but as time passed and adulthood shaped their lives in different ways, most people thought each finally got to exist as his own person. Those people were wrong: at least to you, they always held their own individuality. It’s what made them special. It’s what made you fall in love with Samu when he was still a hotheaded teenager, parts of that immature youth still flashing through his grown up demeanor, especially when he’s put in a room with his brother.

“I just wanted to tell you I really value our friendship. You know that, right?”, it feels like you might be about to cry, the way your voice is wavering. He cocks his head.

“Why are ya being so formal?”, Osamu offers a warm chuckle.

“You know that, right?”, you insist.

“I do”, his features soften, “not sure what I’d do without you, honestly”.

You only realize you’re tormenting your fingers when he covers your nervous hands with his own, warm and solid and so much bigger. Once more, it reminds you of the previous night and suddenly you’re worried you might truly cry. The twins don’t do well with tears, every single time they’ve seen you cry throughout the years, they always comically panicked as they awkwardly tried to offer some comfort. It never worked. You wish Kita was here to save the day, just like he always did back then.

“Samu, I’m sorry”, you murmur.

“For what? Now you’re worrying me”, he squeezes your hands in his and you look up from your lap to meet his perturbed gaze.

Like a slap in the face, it hits you. He doesn’t remember. Now, this is a scenario you didn’t prepare yourself to face.

Osamu gently bumps his forehead against yours and you almost throw up on the spot.

“Hey? Care to let me in that pretty little head of yours?”.

“You don’t remember?”, you don’t mean for it to come out in such an accusing pitch but it’s inevitable.

“Don’t remember what?”.

Incredulous, you stare back at him. The front door opens once more and this time you both jump. You’re too shocked to pay attention to Atsumu entering the living room, back from a run and dripping with sweat. Samu’s hands on yours can only remind you of how it felt having them briefly take your face in them as he clumsily tried to kiss you back, or maybe push you away, who can tell? You were too drunk and clearly he was too. You basically jumped his bones in Suna’s hallway, thank god no one walked by to witness the way you ran away right after. You wish you were drunk enough to forget that too.

“Hi”, Atsumu says and you’re too absorbed by the vortex of your mortifying thoughts to notice how he awkwardly clears his throat.

“Hey, ‘Tsumu”, you say back distractedly, gaze kept on Samu’s coffee table.

“Go take a shower, you’re dripping on my counter”, Osamu barks as his brother casually opens the fridge to take out a protein shake.

“What’s for lunch?”, Atsumu ignores the order and flashes him a grin instead.

“My elbow in yer ribs if ya don’t go take a shower right now”.

“Jeez, fine. I’ll leave you both to it”.

Osamu furrows his brows as he watches Atsumu disappear upstairs with his shake and an amused grin he’s unable to interpret. It dawns on him that you barely talked to each other, which is usually not what happens. You’re disgustingly close, always have been walking the line between being siblings and something else he’s never really been able to pinpoint. He remembers once asking Atsumu if he liked you and he knows his brother well enough to be sure he was being sincere when he scrunched his face and shook his head no. Not like that.

Osamu would lie if he said he never wondered whether you could like him like that. But you’ve never been as… relaxed with him. It feels like Atsumu is the brother you’re most comfortable with and all these years he’s patiently waited for the news to drop, the relationship to start. Except it never did. He still wonders if ‘Tsumu had to friendly turn you down at some point. He still wonders if you could ever like the Miya you’re clearly less relaxed with, instead.

“What did I forget?”, Osamu gently grabs your chin to make sure you look up and meet his gaze once more. Your mouth feels dry.

“We…”, no, you can’t just say that. We kissed. Incorrect. More like you jumped him in a clearly drunken state and he was too much of a gentleman to fully push you away. It’s a faint memory, his hands on your face, and you can’t recall at all if his lips moved along with yours at some point. They most likely didn’t. And now, if you tell him, you’ll ruin everything. Maybe you should just keep quiet, be a coward and bury the whole thing in a place within your chest, inaccessible to anyone but your sense of guilt.

“We what?”, for a moment, Osamu’s exceptionally gentle tone, paired with his proximity, is inebriating enough to make you want to kiss him again. Then, something odd catches your attention and you blink a few times, surprised.

“What’s this?”, you reach to slightly pinch part of his dark hair between your thumb and pointer finger, to remove what looks like a gold grain. It’s dry and barely visible on your fingertip.

He follows your gaze and lets you go, slightly pulling back with a smile.

“Ah, that. I thought I washed it all off”, Osamu casually runs a hand through his hair a few times, “it’s temporary color spray”.

“You’re gonna dye your hair again?”.

“Nah. ‘Tsumu thought it’d be hilarious if we came to the party with a costume no one would notice. I think only Shinsuke guessed it by the end of the night and even he wasn’t so sure”, he offers a handsome grin but you feel petrified.

“What costume?”.

“We went as each other! Ya couldn’t tell us apart, could ya?”.

His amused smile slowly melts away as he takes in your horrified expression, eyes growing bigger by the second.

“Are you oka-”

“Oh my god”.

[ohmy-gojo]

'i just have to go, hey lets eat together! how hard can this be?'

"hey! give me you lunch!" sukuna barked at you

fml

you blinked. the whole class gasped in shock, was this the infamous thing where the delinquent steals a nerds lunch? they were at the edges of their seats

meanwhile sukuna wanted to hit himself. that was not what he wanted to say. every interaction with you only has him looking like a fool in front of you

the reason behind... whatever this was, is him wanting to get closer to you. unlike a normal human being going hi youre nice lets be friends he threatened you to give your lunch to him

"you give me your lunch and ill give you mine!" sukuna rephrased

"wha- wait, your lunch?" your eyes sparkled

heh.. gotcha sukuna thought to himself. he baited you right there, he knew that you knew his lunch was prepared by 5 star chefs.

"hey but wait.. why are you doing this?" you inquired, raising an eyebrow

sukuna furrowed his brows at you, acting like you offended him "because i want to! a dumbass like you should feel honored to share lunch with me, you ungrateful idiot."

"omg is this the enemies to lovers turning arc.." you mumbled

"the fuck are you talking about?!"

"AAAH okay dont make such a ruckus," you looked around you to see people heavily interested in whatever was going on between you two. "fine, ill exchange lunch with you. but.." you paused for quite some time, creating suspense. even the janitor was now invested to see what was happening

"the movie effect you think you are having is not happening!" sukuna busted you

you scoffed. "bru- i bought lunch money today, as in i will buy food." you sassily replied

ugh

"fine," sukuna nodded his head, "tomorrow. me and you. exchange lunch. got it?" he threatened asked you again

"i cant tomorrow either..." you adverted your eyes with a heavy sigh

"AARGH why now??!!" he shaked your shoulders

"tomorrow is sunday!"

sukunas forehead popped a vein.

monday finally came. everything happened normally but the whole class- even the teachers and janitors were anticipating something

the lunch exchange event between ryomen sukuna and y/n.

everyone was peering at the the duo, not even trying to be discreet. it was okay though, sukuna was satisfied. this way everyone will know you are off limits

lunch bell finally rang. sukuna patted your shoulder and you looked at him with a huge smile. he wanted to squeeze his chest badly. he glared at you "i hope you didnt forget our promise you idiot."

"of course not!" you gave him a closed eye smile

"uhuh," as much as sukuna found your smile cute, he found it a little- what was the word you always say- sus

"we are having lunch here." he declared

"oh but i would suggest the rooftop,"

honestly sukuna would prefer that himself but he needed everyone to know that youre his

he cleared his throat, "no. here."

"well.. wherever you wish." you smiled again

everyone was intrigued to see what was gonna happen next. so students who originally planned to eat in the cafeteria or generally outside the classroom were still inside. there should be some witness in case sukuna decided to maul you for not making the lunch properly (they actually dgaf, just want to witness the tea). though you certainly dont look bothered at all

sukuna grabbed his chair and placed it in front of your desk. he then placed his lunch box, a bit larger sized than the usual in the desk "my lunch." he said proudly at your look of amazement

"oh wow, thats a lot.." you said amazed

"well," he smirked "for me its the usual but for a simpleton like you i guess this is probably grand."

"fine anyways! lets eat." you honestly couldnt care less about what he was bluffing about now that theres such a grand meal in front of you

sukuna smirked again at your excitement which he actually found cute. if only you were his girlfriend, he wouldve made sure that you eat food like this for breakfast and dinner too. which then made him annoyed how youre not his girlfriend yet and flick your forehead

"whaff???" you asked, mouth stuffed with onigiris

"idiot."

you rolled you eyes at him. he then proceeded to open the lunch you claimed to make. he could tell by the aroma that it tasted good. everyone held their breath in anticipation at what you could possibly make to appease the mighty ryomen sukuna, as he opened the lid of the lunch box slowly

the well known and strong, ryomen sukuna, whos known for his rough personality, intimidating aura and authoritative presence

one who everyone knows to steer clear away and not mess with

opened his lunch

that revealed

a hello kitty themed lunch.

with everything dyed pink.

sukuna gawked at you. everyone else's jaws were on the floor at your bravery- or stupidity. they were now planning a funeral for you

"what the fuck is this??!!"

"you dont like?" you held a sad expression. though sukuna could clearly see that you were holding your laugh. oh he figured you out, you were trying to humiliate him. he squinted his eyes at you. normally hed be fucking furious but now though

he was.. glad. this means you feel close to him right?

and he also refused to let you humiliate him. hes not gonna let you feel the satisfaction of embarrassing him

so he picked his chopsticks and ate the food you made, without breaking eye contact. like a man.

you were actually shocked. then laughed heartily "you absolute madlad!"

even though you didnt initially find him interesting, you couldnt deny the chad vibes he was radiating right now. being a fearsome delinquent and eating a cutesy lunch? what a chad.

"hurry up and eat your lunch!!" sukuna then proceeded to shove food in your mouth with his chopsticks

everyone still had yet to pick up their hanging jaws. what was happening to the world. not only sukuna ryomen was eating a pink themed lunch but also letting someone go scot free for laughing at him and feed her?? you were now talking about world domination and saving bees while he listened attentively. they couldnt believe it was actually him until he glared at them for staring so obviously

sukuna was now over the moon. not only was he eating lunch with you, he also made you laugh

"we should do this again sometimes," you gave him a genuine smile. sukunas eyes widened in glee

mission accomplished

[lagginguniverse]

Actually, I know exactly how they found me.

[gracie-eilish]

HIIIII I HAVE A REQUEST!!! If you’re up to it…. could you maybe do like reader serenading billie to like “just the way you are” by bruno mars… idk if it should be the two of them or like in front of her family bc they both sound cute? 😭 thanks!!

of course baby!! i’m so sorry this took so long to get to you but i hope you like it!! love ya🩷

Just the Way You Are🎶

The soft afternoon light spilled into the living room, casting a warm glow over the piano by the corner window. Billie had been quiet all morning, more so than usual. It wasn’t her typical mellow, introspective vibe—it was something heavier. You noticed it in the way she lingered in the kitchen after breakfast, staring into her mug of tea, her fingers absently drumming against the counter. You noticed it again when she trailed behind you into the living room, her sweatshirt hanging loose on her frame, the sleeves hiding her hands entirely.

“Hey,” you said softly as you sat down at the piano bench, patting the spot beside you. “Come here.”

She hesitated for a moment, her brows furrowing slightly, but then she sighed and sat down. She didn’t press into you the way she usually did, just perched at the edge of the bench, her hands resting in her lap.

“You wanna play something?” you offered, your tone light and encouraging.

She shook her head. “Nah, I’m good.”

You glanced at her, noticing how her gaze was fixed on the keys but distant, like her mind was miles away.

“You sure? You always kill it on the piano. I’ll even let you show me up,” you teased, nudging her gently with your shoulder.

That got the tiniest smile out of her, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Not in the mood, I guess.”

Something in her tone tugged at your heart. Billie wasn’t one to open up easily when she was feeling off, but you could tell this wasn’t just a bad day. You reached out and placed a hand over hers, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Okay, what’s up? And don’t say ‘nothing.’ You’ve been… I don’t know, quieter than usual today. Talk to me, superstar.”

Her lips twitched at the nickname, but the smile quickly faded. She let out a long sigh, her shoulders slumping. “It’s stupid,” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Try me.”

She hesitated, chewing on the inside of her cheek. Then, after a moment, she said, “I’ve just been feeling weird lately. Like… I don’t know, not good enough? For music, for people… for you.” Her voice cracked on the last word, and she ducked her head, as if she didn’t want you to see the vulnerability in her eyes.

Your chest tightened, and you immediately turned to face her fully. “Billie,” you said gently, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “Hey, look at me.”

She lifted her eyes to yours, and the sadness you saw there made your heart ache.

“You are more than enough. For me, for music, for the whole damn world,” you said firmly. “You don’t have to do or be anything more than who you already are. And if I have to remind you of that every single day, I will.”

Her lips trembled, and she let out a shaky laugh. “You’re too good to me, you know that?”

“Not possible,” you said, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. “Now, stay right here. I’ve got something for you.”

She gave you a curious look as you turned back to the piano, her arms instinctively wrapping around your waist from behind. “What are you doing?”

“You’ll see,” you said, your fingers finding the first chords of Just the Way You Are.

As the melody filled the room, her grip on you tightened. She rested her chin on your shoulder, and you could feel her breath against your neck. When you started to sing, her body stilled entirely:

“Oh, her eyes, her eyes

Make the stars look like they’re not shining…”

Her breath hitched, and you could feel the emotion radiating off her. You kept going, your voice steady and full of meaning, pouring every ounce of love you had for her into the lyrics.

“When I see your face, there’s not a thing that I would change

’Cause you’re amazing, just the way you are…”

“Baby,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

You paused for a second, glancing over your shoulder. “Yeah?”

Her blue eyes were glassy, her cheeks flushed. “Keep going.”

You smiled and turned back to the keys, picking up where you left off. With every note, every word, you felt her relax against you, her arms still locked around your waist like she was grounding herself in you. By the time you finished the song, you could feel her tears soaking into your shirt, but you didn’t mind.

You turned slightly, tilting your head to catch her gaze. “You believe me now?”

She sniffled, wiping at her eyes with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Wrong,” you said, pulling her into your lap so she was facing you. “You deserve the world, Billie. And I’m gonna spend the rest of my life reminding you of that, whether you like it or not.”

She let out a small laugh, leaning her forehead against yours. “You’re such a dork.”

“Your dork,” you corrected, wrapping your arms around her waist.

She smiled, a real, genuine smile this time, and it made your heart soar. “Thank you,” she said softly. “For always knowing how to make me feel better. I love you so much.”

“I love you more,” you said, brushing your thumb over her cheek. “And just so you know, you’re stuck with me. Clingy days and all.”

“Good,” she murmured, resting her head on your shoulder. “Because I’m not letting go anytime soon.”

You stayed like that for the rest of the afternoon, the piano forgotten as you held her close, reminding her in every little way that she was—and always would be—more than enough.

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Sirius didn't like Lily Evans. She was this annoying girl for him. A girl that used to be "Snivellus" friend, so she was not trustworthy. She was a teacher's pet, so she was boring. And she used to reject his best friend and make him suffer which was a Capital Sin.

When Lily started dating James, she easily became friends with Remus and Peter, but Sirius was the hardest one to reach to. Sirius teased her sometimes stepping over the line and being mean. Even if Lily tried so hard to be nice and gentle with him.

"Why doesn't he like me?"

"He does, I'm sure"

"James, your best friend in the whole world doesn't like me: your girlfriend. I have to fix that"

She tried everything but Sirius was stubborn. And Lily was determined to end up being the best friend of her boyfriend's best friend. James used to say they were his two favorite people. Didn't they ought to get along?

Then Lily had an idea. Sirius loved leather jackets? She was going to get him one.

"This one was my father's"

It was actually a cool 70s vibe jacket that her father used to wear in his youth. It was old and torn apart a little. But it smelled of cigarettes and beer and stories.

"He didn't wear it since he married mum, he started dressing like the typical dad, but he kept it safe like a treasure"

"I cannot accept this, Evans"

"It's alright. Since he died it had been accumulating dust... And mum never liked it anyway. Petunia doesn't care. So I guess I could give it so someone I actually like"

Sirius was speechless "What about James?"

"He doesn't wear this kind of stuff it is not his style" Lily said "And he said himself you would like it"

"I like it"

Lily smiled "Alright"

Sirius was silent then, hugging the leather jacket for dear life. Lily let him. He didn't say anything else.

"Right..." Lily tusked "I guess I'll leave you..."

Then Sirius surprised her with a hug. It was the first time he actually touched her.

Lily beamed. She was very excited about being in Sirius’s okay list.

"Thanks Evans" he said as he put it on. And damn he looked good in it.

"You're welcome" Lily didn't say anything else because she didn't want to jinx it.

Later Sirius was showing the boys his jacket.

"Evans gave it to me"

"How nice!" James exclaimed "Generous my girlfriend is. Always looking out for others"

"It is very nice of her. Who wouldn't like someone like that?" Remus added. "Lily is gold"

"Best of James's girlfriends in my opinion" Peter chanted.

"Oof and she is hot as hell" James exclaimed.

The three of them agreed with yes and nods.

Sirius blinked unaware that Lily was hearing everything from a corner.

Sirius shrugged.

"What do you think of her, Pads?" James asked "Do you like Lily?"

"I guess she is not that bad, yeah"

That's when Lily jumped into the room screaming and jumping excitedly.

"OH MY GOD! YOU LIKE ME!" Lily squealed.

Sirius watched jump and laugh like a maniac.

"Did you hear that? SIRIUS BLACK LIKES ME. HE LIKES ME! OHOO!" and she began making a silly little dance.

Her happiness was so contagious that it made Sirius smile.

"Whatever you say, Evans" he walked away.

"The jacket looks good on you!" she said after him.

"I look good in everything!"

Lily beamed once more. She hit Remus's and Peter's palms and kissed her boyfriend passionately.

[uhhlifeig]

First Tears - Jan. 28th - word count: 332 - @wolfstarmicrofic

If there was anything Sirius Black didn’t do, it was cry in front of people. 

Sure, others could see him be a goofball, or be tired, or be disappointed, but no one was allowed to see him cry.

So when Remus heard sniffles from his boyfriend’s bed, he was concerned beyond measure.

He made his way over to the crimson curtains. “Sirius,” he whisper-yelled through the fabric. “Padfoot, are you okay?”

“‘m fine, Moons,” a voice whispered back shakily. 

Remus noticed his tone- Sirius sounded wrecked. “You’re obviously not very fine, Sirius. Can I come in?”

There was a moment of silence as Sirius paused, considering. “...fine.”

“Thank you,” Remus whispered, opening the curtains to reveal a red-eyed Sirius with tears still running down his face.

“Hey, Moony.” He smiled shakily. “What’s up?”

“Just wanted to check in on you, Pads. I could hear you crying from my bed.”

Sirius froze. “Shit,” he hissed, eyes darting around as if some creature were lurking in wait, ready to bite off his head. “D’you think Prongs or Wormy heard?”

“Nah, those two sleep like the dead. I’m not worried,” Remus sighed. “I am worried about you. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing too bad.” Sirius tried for a nonchalant shrug. “Just that Maman sent a letter. Called me a failure and a disappointment. Nothing too out of the ordinary, to be honest. It’s fine.”

Remus frowned. “Sirius, that isn’t okay. You’re one of the best people I’ve ever met. You decided to become a fucking animagus for me, Pads. She’s wrong.”

Sirius hummed noncommittally. “Sure, I guess.”

“She is. You’re amazing and wonderful and everything in between.”

Sirius snorted wetly. “Sap. Love you.”

“Love you too.” Remus laid down next to his boyfriend. “And no, I will not tell James or Peter that you were crying, promise.”

“Thanks, Moons,” Sirius mumbled, scooting closer and pressing himself into Remus’s chest, arms coming up to circle his torso.

Remus smiled, burying his face in Sirius’s hair. “Of course, seren.”

[thatshadowcomic]

Here's the realest take on SonAmy you'll read:

Spoilers, Im not against it, despite being sonadow shipper:

The reason most people (or maybe just me) don't like Sonic X Amy is because it's not often done in a believable way or it's the "boy shifts their morals/goals/personality after finding the girl" which of course ends with one of them having no character at all, until it's convenient for the plot.

All fandoms tend to hate love interests because they often halt the plot and story for the sake a overdone cliches rather than working with their blooming interest, because they can't admit they need a second writer/team to help.

I could see Sonic not really knowing what to do if Amy shows interest in him, oblivious but cute-- If they can make it feel genuine that's great! But damn, I really pray we don't get this:

"oh no, he likes her, now it's just you and me knuckles. Let's either fight the badguy by ourselves and lose or we should try to stop their affections. Or, 3rd choice, sonic is too busy with any to help us and we don't talk about it because we don't want to get in the way and so we get angry and he doesn't seem to notice.

Either way it will cause a rift in our friendship until Amy somehow fixes it by being cool, and then we will like her after that and all be friends."

In defense of the Movie and my guesses:

Sonic has never been very romantic and that's what Amy seems to crave the most so it always feels like one of them has to change dramatically to fit the cute couple narrative in the fandom... BUT the movie sonic isnt the same as the game/sonic x sonic. No one is.

I think Sonic and Shadow would be able to grow from each other more, related deeper, but they could easily make them like brothers and I'd be okay with that. I'm not against Sonic X Amy.

Given how they introduced her, I could see Sonic being impress by how seemingly badass she is to him, and that starts it. Sonic definitely seems like he'd be the type to be in denial that he likes her.

My guesses:

He might honestly go on an adventure in time without anyone, ending with shadow needing to save the day with Sonic's friends. That would be awesome tbh. If Amy comes back with them, they might even have a mini series with some father son moments about dates or something.

I hope at some point we get a Chaos or Iblis trigger type situation, maybe in the post credit. Given they're doing sonic CD/time stuff, I'ts easy for them to bring in silver (or maybe rouge and GUN steal the emeralds in order to "keep them safe" only for it to fall apart. Hell, maybe Rockwell teams up with Stone or just turns GUN into another version of Robotnik land. Without sonic to protect everyone, we see what happens in the future.

I think it would be funny as hell if they made everyone mad and she fell for shadow instead hahahahah

[barrenclan]

NUMMMBAAAAAHHH SIXXXXXX

somehow misread the title as ‘nonbinary star’ save ne

NOOOOO NOT THE ANGST NOOO

NOOOOO IT’S OKAY TO GET ATTACHED WITH UR KIDS RAAAAHHHHHH

oh my god slugpelt’s expression as shw stares down at pine + asphodel + daffy is so cool!!!!!!

i like slugpelt’s new meaning of rainhaze’s words… instead of him using it to justify his actions, it’s her using it to just process the grief. GRAAAH I’M GOING CRAZY

le bebies

SHE JUST WANTS TO LOVEEEEEE RAAAHHHH I LOVE U SLUGPELT I LOVE U SLUGPELT

Lol apprently a couple people read it as "Nonbinary Star" which I guess shows my background as someone who was deeply into space as a child.

Thank you hehe :) I wanted to capture that dizzy, nauseating feeling that Slugpelt is describing in the text with the angle and shading on this drawing.

Slugpelt has been thinking about Rainhaze's words for so long that she has to do something with it, and begins to see them in a way she can apply to herself. After all Rainhaze was also talking about people he both loved and was hurt by with those words.

Believe me I have some friends who can and do torture their OCs forever. But that makes me too sad

[05raine]

Human!Optimus Prime

Let’s start this series off with our goat Optimus!

As someone who only recently got into transformers and wants to contribute to the fanart but is too lazy to actually learn how to draw robots/mechs, I’ve decided to come up with human designs for some of the transformers! (Mainly the ones from Transformers Prime, cause that’s like the only show I’ve watched so far 💀)

Ramblings about design under cut vvv

This is the first one I made in the series which I started back in 2023 lmao, so there may be some discrepancies between each design. I only recently came back to it and tweaked his design a bit, but alas, I suck ass at drawing buff people(especially men) so bear with me 😔

I was inspired by cosplayer @/arkhamknight_22.0 on tiktok, so if you see similarities that’s why!!

It was hard to find a balance in casual/comfy and battle-ready for this Optimus cause I wasn’t quite sure what he’d go for in the scenario of TFP. So I went with something that can be seen as both casual and tactical/convenient for fights. Think Jack Reacher.

Something I’m trying to explore with their human designs is the wounds of war; there’s going to be scars and such. So underneath his clothes Optimus wears a sort of battle suit, think similar to the Ironman suit from Infinity War I guess, but also almost a prosthetic at this point. Idk I’m not smart enough for that stuff, I just make it look good 🤷‍♂️

Though I do imagine it’s something he can take off, but with all the fighting he feels better to just leave it on most days.

I tried to convey the tough leader who’s willing to do anything for his people but he has a sort of softness to him if that makes sense. So when he has to take the exo-suit thingy off for repairs or whatever reason, if a certain autobot takes to painting some of the panels on it to make him look less intimidating to other bots…then he doesn’t bother scrubbing it off.

Okay, some smaller notes for his design: he wields weapons(axes, swords, etc..) so he has some scars and blisters on his palms. He’s protected the mostly with the gloves but he finds finger covering gloves to lessen his hand mobility so he went with fingerless. (And with built in steel knuckles for that extra punch!!)

I don’t know what his specific age would be but I’m thinking late 50s-mid 60s, but the fight ain’t out of him yet!

Of course there’s the autobot insignia as a belt buckle, I couldn’t really make it work anywhere else at the time of his first design and I got too attached to it to change it 😔 I also gave him(along with the other autobots) those electric blue eyes that they all share in the show! I thought it was cool

I also had to include the iconic red and blue flame decals, and I think it translated well into his leather jacket!

And for those curious here is his old design from two years ago, not much of a difference but there is an improvement

Like wtf is this?????? I 100% drew his face better good lord… barf, but hey! At least I’m better at drawing black people 💪💪💪

[changingplumbob]

Introductions: Billie - Part 3

Deanna: How are you feeling about this whole situation? Like what are you thinking about being in the villa with other contestants?

Billie: I'm not sure yet. It depends what the girls are like, I guess

Deanna: Waiting to see? Sensible

Billie: I mean there's so many reasons to join a show like this you know? Could get some genuine people or it could all be competitive

Deanna: That's a worry for me as well. I'm crossing my fingers for genuine

Deanna: Have you brought any keepsakes from home?

Billie: I wanted to bring my easel and paints, but the producers said I wouldn't get them through customs, so I brought a notebook to sketch in when the mood strikes me!

Deanna: Easels are pretty hard to fit in a suitcase! We should be able to get some set up somewhere though

Billie: Really?

Deanna: Yeah, I mean I want you all to be able to enjoy the experience

Joey: How do you think that went?

Billie: So so. Things seemed a bit awkward first but I think we worked through it?

Joey: Grazie for chatting, see you at the sorting ceremony

...

Devin: Okay De, how was that?

Deanna: Billie is super creative, I just worry that she could get overshadowed by some bigger personalities

See you tomorrow where we will meet our next contestant Lara.

[icarusredwings]

Moon boys: *finally asleep, face down snoring type of passed out*

Peter: *Also asleep, hand intertwined with theirs*

Peters senses: !!!!!

Peter: *sits up* ???

The boys: *still dead asleep lol they haven't slept in 4 fucking days*

Wade, who's standing there: Your window was open. Someone might come in.

Peter: Wade.. its too late to be doing this mkay? Ill hang out with you sometime tomorrow.

Wade, fully suited for no damn reason: Im just watching over you.

Peter: *groans* Wade... that is way more creepy then it is thoughtful.

Wade: I had to make sure no funny buisness is going on. I mean youre just a kid and-

Peter, whos fed up and worked way too hard getting marc asleep just for wade to come and try to start a fight: Wade, I am 37 years old, I have multiple degrees, I own this appartment, I can date who I want. Don't make me fuck him in front of you for you to get the point.

Wade: Kinky.. but... not the way I would want it to be.. *whines* Fine.....He's kinda cute when he's sleeping, though.. when he's not running his mouth...

Peter: Some people say the same shit about you. Now get out of my apartment before Snkt wakes him up because so help me-

Wade: Damn okay okay- im leaving... sheesh. *at the window, about to leave* ...Are we still gonna hang out tomarrow..?

Peter: *sighs, because he knows wade has good intentions just is a fucking weirdo* Yeah.. but stop sneaking into my house.. go back to logan.. hes probably worried sick. You have a good man Wade. Keep him. Stop leaving him in the middle of the night. Trust me... I know how bad it can feel. Even if they don't mean it.

Wade: *whispers* I knew it!.... And just so you know...I'm just trying to help... Logan knows I'm here...

Peter: Does he really? Or is that what you tell yourself?

Wade: Well, he could figure it out...he's smart..

Peter: That is not the same thing as telling him and him acknowledging where you are going. Thats part of marriage wade. You cant just disappear when ever you want. Though I guess im being a hypocrite seeing as someone *glares at marc* Up and leaves his wife all the time.. the point is- Do you know how many times she calls me crying? Do you know how much it hurts him? Logan I mean? When he thinks you abandoned him?

Wade, now feeling bad: ... I gotta get back to my wolvie.. he has seperation anxiety

Peter: That he does. So Go make good choices. For me at least.

Wade, being hit with the 'for me?' Card: Fuck.... Id do anything for you peter. Anything.

Peter: I know. Thats what worries me sometimes. Now go on. He's probably tearing up the house looking for you by now.

Logan: *is infact crying and sniffing around the apartment for him*

[nerdsnuff]

🦋 KAI MONTEAGO BOYFRIEND HC’S

wohoo first post and of course it’s kai… anyway, i hope it’s okay? sorry if it’s short i might make a part 2 cus i feel like i have more stuff i could add but just cant think of clearly rn. lowk nervous asf but aaaaa hope you enjoy!

𓆤 in the scenario you confess, he’d stand there dumbfounded for a second.

“wait, hold on, what?” he blinks. you don’t get to repeat yourself before he cuts you off. “you like me? like, actually?”

𓆤 in the scenario he confesses, he’d blurt it embarrassingly loud.

“i really like you, please go out with me!” he says, before laughing nervously, voice lowering. “if you want…” he asks with a sheepish smile.

𓆤 doesn’t matter how it plays off in the end since the feelings are mutual. so fast forward, you two date! he’s sweet, he’s snuggly, he’s like your personal puppy.

𓆤 he’d be a very clingy boyfriend. always holding your hand or arm while walking, and will act all sad when you let go.

“hey,” he pouts at you, eyebrows furrowed. he reaches for your arm again, wrapping his own around it, but tighter now.

𓆤 enjoys pda to an extent, he has to keep an image, y’know? prefers to be all over you in private, without people possibly running into to the two of you snogging in public.

𓆤 he will softlauch your relationship to his followers though, leaving them guessing and wondering (maybe jealous too) about who that mysterious hand he’s holding belongs to.

𓆤 loves pictures. sending some of himself to you, taking some of you, but especially loves receiving photos of you! keeps his favorite one as a wallpaper on his phone. since he’s never off his phone he basically sees your face all the time.

𓆤 you guys laugh at weird fan dm’s and comments together.

he rubs a tear from the corner of his eye, slowing down his breathing after laughing so hard. “ha! god—” he spoke breathlessly. “you’re not bored are you? we still have a lot to see… look at this one” his face suddenly turns to a sour expression, different from what he displayed before. “‘have my babies’? okay, dude, that’s weird as fuck”

𓆤 he always felt kind of alone, always considered his fans to be his only friends, the only one who’d care about him even if its a fake side of him. but now there’s you; to love him for who he is, to be there for him no matter what, to care. thanks to you he’s not so alone anymore.

𓆤 he will big spoon you. he’s fine with both ways, little and big, but he absolutely loves wrapping himself around you. doesn’t matter if you’re shorter or taller, bigger or smaller, he will big spoon you.

𓆤 would 100% let you lay on him. love it when you two to just melt into each other, he’ll hold you so so close and so tight.

𓆤 do not deny this man kisses please! as i said before, he’s all over you in private; would love to sit you down and make out with you, would love to pepper your face in kisses as you lay your head on his lap, etc.

“wait, baby, i want more kisses…” he whines as you pull away, holding your hips to keep you in place. you roll your eyes playfully at him as you cup his face and slowly lean in, seeing a smile appear on his face before you close your eyes and connect your lips with his once more. the kiss was slow, but passionate, tongues colliding. his grip on you tightens, allowing you to let out a soft grunt. both of you go on like this for awhile, simply unable to get enough of each other.

[cyanidesouffle]

The newest Watch me sneak peek - RANT

(If you're excited that Juliette and Warner got to have James as their first child: I'm happy for you, but don't read this post. Because I'm a Debbie downer.)

Could someone wake me up? I don’t like whatever fever dream this is.

What do you mean James, the ten-year-old (or, eleven now, apparently), walked up to Warner and asked him to adopt him? What do you mean “The man practically raised me” ?! What do you mean Juliette and Warner “took him in”?!

“This man practically raised me.” NO, JAMES, ADAM DID. – You ungrateful little-- and Adam did everything in his power to keep James safe.

He hid James from Anderson.

He lied about his age to join the military to take care of James.

He refused to let James join the fighting because he was, you know, a child.

He kicks out Juliette, to make sure James’ safety isn’t risked.

In the second trilogy he chooses to try being pardoned by the RE, to keep James safe.

He let the RE use his powers, to keep James safe.

“Juliette and Warner took me into their home without hesitation.”

They whaatttt

Okay, let me just start with how inconvenient that would be.

We all know that Juliette was trash garbage at ruling North America in Restore me. Two months later, in Believe me, she undoubtedly still is trash garbage. + She has a whole ass house she wants to renovate now apparently. And you're telling me you want to add a ten-year-old into the mix?

James thinks Adam was barely around to look after him. Well, I have news for you, kid, your new parents are either going to be busy a) trying to rule the world, b) having sex around the clock because if the state of the world peace didn’t bother them before, a child sure as hell isn’t. (My expectations of them as parents are so low.)

Second, have they no regard at all for Adam?

This thing that Mafi has made James, Warner and Juliette do, would literally break Adam.

Allow me to quote Fracture me for you:

“James, to me, in many ways, feels like my own kid. I raised him. Took care of him. Protected him. Fed him and clothed him. Taught him most everything he knows. He’s my only hope in all this devastation – The only thing I’ve always lived for, always fought for. I’d be lost without him.

James gives my life purpose.”

And James has the f*cking nerve to say that Adam was barely around ahajhkdjviduvnlav WHY DO YOU THINK THAT IS, JAMES?! He was working to pay the bills, JAMES.

The nerve of all these people, I swear.

I actually wanted to buy the book on release day for old time’s sake, but now I’m not so sure.  

Welp, at least I have an answer to how James learned how to fight though. Adam had no say in it at all, because I guess eleven-year-olds are allowed to just transfer guardianship.  

@effei-s Girl, you and I would have a field day picking this apart.