#so i'll keep my goals secret (if i remember to)

[stzrgirl4norris]

Secret Gardens

Lando Norris x reader SMAU

Summary: Lando Norris seems more than excited for summer break during the first half of the season, for no apparent reason. However, he knows it is about the be the best summer of his life.

Based on this lovely idea! (I had so much fun with this one)

ps: someone get lando norris a wife as soon as possible

⋆⭒˚.⋆ February 2025

⋆⭒˚.⋆ March 2025

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lando P1, first race of the season, second happiest day of my year

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user let's gooooooooo

mclaren can't imagine the happiest then 💅

user when he wins world champion mclaren that's the spirit 🤝 lando shit you're right

maxverstappen1 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔

charlesleclerc mate this comment makes no sense maxvertsappen1 to YOU user the girls are fighting!!!

user that's my driver 🤩🤩

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yourusername australia has been treating my boy so kindly 🥹

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user awwwww

user best couple in the paddock i swear

user honestly if they ever break up it will feel like my parent's divorce over again

lando 🧡 love you!

georgerussell can you tell your hubby to stop winning?

user im sorry her WHAT NOW? user do you even know what hubby means? yourusername sorry, he looks hot popping the champagne

⋆⭒˚.⋆ July 2025

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"supportive wifey at home duties"

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lando winning in silverstone. home race. last one before summer break. those happy days are getting harder to keep track off 😌

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yourusername you deserve every day to be your happiest liked by author

user lando really is living his best life

mclaren that's our boy! 😍

user MY BOY IS GLOWING LOOK AT HIM 🥹

lewishamilton well deserved win, champion!

georgerussell why are you acting like you're doing anything other than playing pedal during summer break?

lando if i do play pedal i'll make sure to NOT invite you georgerussell rude

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"a night to celebrate love"

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maxfewtrell best man duties (can't believe you are getting married first btw)

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lando stay mad ho 💅

user BEST NOW WHAT?

user LANDO IS GETTING WHAT NOW?

user AM I READING THIS CORRECTLY

user how did lando's wedding get leaked by max's instagram post?

user this website is about to crash

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carlossainz55 Crazy how one day they refused to eat sushi and the other day they are getting married

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user MY CARLANDO 😭😭😭😭😭

user MY HEART CAN'T HANDLE THIS

lando bro you're going to make me cry now

user MY SHAYLAS 😭

user guys this is not a drill lando norris is in fact getting MARRIED

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lando told you summer break was going to be the happiest day of my life

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yourusername i'm sorry isn't my husband just the most handsome guy in the world? 😍

user MY PARENTS

user shut up this wedding looks beautiful

georgerussell Congratulations for both of my pretty best friends!💙

lando see? no pedal georgerussell omg we can play pedal on your honeymoon!!

maxverstappen1 count me in oscarpiastri me too!! yourusername if any of you guys interrupt my honeymoon, i'll make sure none of you get married during your time on earth georgerussell yes sir, sorry sir 😶

maxverstappen1 beautiful party, beautiful couple!

charlesleclerc mate do you even remember anything? maxverstappen1 shut up, look who's talking

oscarpiastri great cake!

user not oscar talking about the cake flavor lando i chose chocolate chip just for you yourusername i'm sorry am i interrupting something? user shortest marriage in history

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yourusername changing my status to mrs. norris

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user THE EMBROIDERY ON THE PILLOW

user this is just wedding goals

lando somehow you just got hotter

alexandrasaintmleux you are the most beautiful bride!

user never mind my tears

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vogue inside McLaren's driver Lando Norris and wife Y/N Y/L/N reserved summer wedding inspired by secret gardens wedding. Check out the pictures on our Vogue Wedding Stories.

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lando @yourusername can you believe how cool we are? 😎

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[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Walking the Road for Her

Wanda Maximoff x Gray Witch!Reader

Word count: 1.2K

Summary: You can't live without Wanda and you've tried everything else so when Agatha comes knocking on your door you accept immediately, but the teen that's with her...he seems so familiar

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 3 OF AGATHA ALL ALONG! Grief/Loss, hallucinations, death/mortality, emotional distress, supernatural elements, implied self-sacrifice, character death, reunion with a deceased loved one

Authors notes: Thank you @scarlethexelove for indulging in my random Wanda thoughts.

When Agatha asked for you to walk the witches road, you didn't hesitate. She was put off by your eagerness, but never told her why you were walking. You kept that part to yourself she didn't seem to mind. Everyone had a reason, and everyone had their secrets, so no one asked, and you weren't about to tell them you wanted, no needed Wanda back.

You would give up anything and everything to have Wanda back. If it meant to team up with Agatha, you would do it.

So you did. You met up with her and put on the cheery smile she hated. You always assumed she hated you for being a younger witch still full of life, but since Wanda died, you felt like you died too. You got along well enough with the others. You knew Jen the best being closer in age, though you didn't care for her products.

The teen seemed eerily familiar, but you can't put your finger on it. Why does he remind you of Wanda of a life you can't seem to remember.

You're overly protective of him. You don't let him have the wine, and when you hallucinate from said wine, you blink, and suddenly, you're looking at Wanda. Back in her early twenties with the eyeliner, ripped stockings, painted nails, and rings on every finger. You cry over it, cupping her face until it turns back to his.

“Are you okay.” He looks at you with concern. You pull away quickly and wipe your eyes.

“S-Sorry.” You quickly run the ingredients back, trying to escape the feelings. You need to stay strong. You need to get Wanda back.

You end up getting through the trail. Not without its costs. Losing Sharon wasn't something you had in mind, but the witches road is treacherous and has no place for mortals. You never should have let Agatha do that, but hindsight and all that. You knew you had to press on and on the road Teen asks,

“Are you sure you're okay? You and Sharon called out for the same person.” You swallow hard.

“Yeah I'm fine. We all had hallucinations about things. I'll be okay.” You tell him and then mumble under your breath, “Not like I don't deal with it every morning...” his head swivels.

“What was that?” He asks.

“Nothing, just mumbling to myself.”

The further you journey, the harder it gets. Sometimes, you want to give up, to give in, and join Wanda another way. But something stops you every time. You almost think you can feel her, feel her all around you. In the trees, the air, the leaves beneath your feet. With a quick turn of your head, you think you so the soft auburn color you miss so much. The road is playing tricks yet keeping you grounded to your goals.

You make it to the end. Finally passed the last trial everyone who had made it. Their prize awaited them. You waited, didn't see her, and then you heard a whisper in Sokovian.

Your name.

You looked around everywhere. “Over here milaya.” You hear her call. You whip around and see her. She doesn't look like the Scarlet Witch anymore. Back before that. Like when you were on the run. You run into her arms without a second thought.

You can't help as you cry. Burying your face in her neck as your body shakes with sobs. Her vanilla scent invades your senses. “Shhhh sweet girl, I've got you.” Wanda holds you close. Your heart feels whole again now that you're back in her arms.

Your sobs turn into sniffles. “I've missed you so much.” You mumble against her. Her nails lightly scratching at your back. Something she's always done to sooth you. Kissing the side of your head and letting her lips linger.

“I know Detka. I'm so sorry. I'm here now. I'll never leave you again.”

You held onto Wanda tight, afraid to let go as if she'd disappear again if you stopped.

Wanda opened her eyes, looking past your shoulder her eyes widened in surprise and then softened as she saw him.

“Bi-Billy?” Wanda's voice shakes slightly. You pull back but not fully letting her go. You follow her gaze that lands on the teen. Your brows furrow before you look back to Wanda.

“Wanda?” You question her.

She lets go of you when Teen responds to the name. He tries to say something, but the sigil protects him. A wave of Wanda's hand changes that. “Billy?” She asks again.

“Yes, that's me.” You're really confused as you see Wanda's red tendrils come out sending red waves through his eyes before disappearing. “M-mom? H-how did you...?”

Billy runs towards Wanda, slamming into her, but she doesn't budge. She holds him tightly in her arms. “What kind of mother would I be if I didn't know my own son?” Wanda whispers. It's just loud enough for you to hear. Confusion morphs into realization as you look on.

The reason he looked so familiar, the reason he reminded you of her. Of course, it was one of the twins. Sure you hadn't been a part of the hex, but you had seen the recordings of it. Last you had seen the twins, they were 10 inside the hex.

Your heartbeat quickens when you remember what you had seen next as the hex fell the you Wanda had created was destroyed along with the twins. She had held you tightly until you were no more.

It's a shock to see him in the flesh. To understand who he really is. He pulls away from Wanda and turns to you. “Mama?” He's cautious having been giving the memory from Wanda and realizing that you had never got to meet him. Do you even know who he is? Will you accept him as your own?

Your breath catches. It's like waves of memories flood through you as if they had always been there. Everything from the hex coming to life as tears fill your vision and spill over. “Oh my sweet little boy...look at you!” Your arms wrap around him tightly. It had been there, blurry when you thought about it. Of this being your son. “Mama is sorry you had to go through all of this.”

“Mama don't apologize. I'm happy to have you back.” He pulls away slightly keeping an arm around you and opening his other for Wanda. She joins into the hug.

“I'm happy to have both of you back.” You can feel the tears pricking your eyes.

You hug them both tightly. This still left you without one son, but you knew you'd find him. If Billy made it out somehow, then Tommy must be out there, too.

Wanda cups both of your cheeks and looks between you. “Moya lyubov i moy syn (my love and my son).” Tears in her eyes she can't believe she is back and that she had both of you. Her heart is almost complete, but there is still a missing piece to the puzzle.

You didn't need her powers to know what she was thinking, “We'll find him, milaya.” She smiles at you, giving a soft peck on your lips.

“We will. Now that I have you two I know we will.”

This was more than you could have asked for at the end of the road.

[mononijikayu]

“beautiful boy (darling boy)” — gojo satoru.

“Papa chose the character for you. It means 'dawn'.” He whispered to him tenderly, almost like a little lullaby. “Because you are the beginning of a new chapter for our family. You bring light and hope into our lives, just like the dawn brings a new day."

GENRE: post hidden - inventory arc (2010s)

WARNING/S: domesticity, fluff, angst, trauma, implied death, violence, romance, hurt/comfort, character death depiction of death, depictions of loss and depression, mention of pregnancy, depiction of the aftermath of birth, depiction of parenthood, depiction of blood, depiction of killing, depiction of suffering, depiction of anxiety, mention of death, mention of grief, profanity, family drama;

LISTEN: beautiful boy (darling boy) by john lennon.

NOTE: my classes were cancelled and i just played random music on my phone and this.....sort of sparked something. i sobbed to this, by the way. this might be my last one for now. i've just been frantically making these for the past few days. i'll come back after some rest!!! i love you all so much!!! <3

addendum: the character satoru chose for satoshi is '暁' which means dawn/daybreak; satoshi was born on the same day as his father in 2014.

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IF HE WAS BEING HONEST, HE DIDN’T KNOW IT WOULD COME TO THIS. He could remember it like it was yesterday, when you held out your hand and took his — placing them together on your belly. Your lilac eyes shone against his bright blue, full of wonder and anxiety. He was frozen at that moment. He was overwhelmed. 

Not even his six-eyes could keep up with his emotions, his thoughts. He knew it was an accident, he knew it wasn’t something both of you planned. But he was happy. He was all too happy that he scooped you in his arms, as though you were the treasure of the world and cradled you, whispering the most loving things, loving words ever known to any being.

It was never your plan to have children, not even with the pressure from the elders of your clans. There was never the time. There was never a sense of security. WIth what Satoru was planning to do, with what dangers there’ll be — just like he had experienced in youth, none of you wanted that for your child. And you wanted to help him, you wanted to do well by him. Satoru was your lifeline, your purpose to live was his goal. Your life with him was what made your life blossom in these past few years of marriage. But that changed too, with the bludding life growing in your belly.

You both cried that night, holding each other. It was hard to comprehend that this was happening, that a child had chosen both of you. You were glad that the Tsumiki and Megumi were at a sleep-over. They didn’t need to see you both so conflicted with your joy and your worries. No kid should be burdened by such a thing as the worries of the heavy world. 

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of evening casting long shadows on the walls. Satoru sat across from you, his cerulean eyes reflecting a myriad of emotions—excitement, concern, and a fierce determination to protect. The news of your pregnancy had brought a bittersweet mix of joy and anxiety.

“We need to decide what to do next, darling.” Satoru said, his voice steady but laced with worry. “I don’t want you to suffer like my mother did. The multiple assassination attempts... I can’t let that happen to you.”

“We can’t tell the world, Satoru,” you said quietly with a soft nod. “The higher-ups could see this as an issue. There was a time when the passing of powers in the Gojo clan – similar to the Six-Eyes, was from father to son. They might see our child as a threat, Satoru….and I…I don’t want them to hurt our child.”

Satoru’s jaw tightened, his protective instincts kicking in. “Then we keep this between us, Megumi, and Tsumiki. My mother….maybe your mother and Aunt Arisu can help us hide this from the world too. They’ll understand the importance of keeping this secret.”

You reached out, your fingers intertwining with his. “They will. They’ve always been supportive of us…and our plans. They’ll be kind to us about this too. It is their next of kin now, after all.”

For a moment, your husband looks at you. His free hand draped across your cheek and you looked at him so lovingly, leaning your head against the warm palm of his hand. He could feel how lucky he was. How beautiful you were. His eyes lowered at your belly and felt that same warmth glowing from within you, as welcoming and loving towards the person who had helped give such life to the growing seed in your belly. 

Satoru pulled you into a gentle embrace, his arms wrapping around you protectively. “I’m sorry, darling.” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m sorry.”

You pulled back slightly, looking up at him with confusion. “Why are you apologizing?”

“Because….” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, “You’re the one who will suffer the most here, not me. The secrecy, the danger... it’s all on you. And all I can do is hold your hand. And I….”

You shook your head, resting your hand against his cheek. “Your hand is more than enough. You by my side is more than enough. All I have ever needed, all our child will ever need — is you. All they need is their father.”

“When did I ever deserve something as good as you in my life?”

You smiled at him, “Because you are good, Satoru. You’ve always been.”

“You’re the most important thing in my life.” He whispers to you, his hand on your belly. “You and our child.”

“We’re in this together, Satoru. I’m not alone in this.” You let your hand brush against his silver locks. “Because you’ll always be here, hm?”

He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. “I love you,” he said softly, his voice trembling slightly. “I love both of you. And I’ll protect you with all I have.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, the weight of his words sinking in. “I love you too,” you whispered, feeling the strength of his love envelop you. “We’ll get through this. Together.”

The next few days were a whirlwind of planning and preparation. Your mother and Aunt Arisu were brought into the fold, their wisdom and experience invaluable in devising a plan to keep your pregnancy a secret. They promised to support you in any way they could, offering their home as a safe haven where you could hide from prying eyes.

Megumi and Tsumiki were surprisingly understanding, their loyalty to you and Satoru unwavering. They vowed to keep the secret, to protect their future sibling from the dangers that lurked in the shadows of the jujutsu world.

As the weeks turned into months, you found strength in the love and support of those around you. Satoru’s determination to protect you never wavered, his presence a constant source of comfort and reassurance. Despite the secrecy and the danger, there was a sense of hope that carried you through each day.

And in the quiet moments, when it was just the two of you, you felt a deep sense of gratitude for the love that bound you together. It was a love that would see you through the darkest of times, a love that would protect and nurture the new life growing inside you. And with Satoru by your side, you knew you could face whatever challenges lay ahead.

The days leading up to Satoru's confrontation with Sukuna were heavy with unspoken fears and silent resolutions. Each moment felt borrowed, a fragile gift that could shatter under the weight of impending doom. You moved through your days with a heightened awareness, every touch, every glance laden with meaning. The anticipation was a living thing, a constant presence that neither of you could shake.

The last time you both saw your son was during separate visits to the ancestral manor. He knew you had been there, especially when you brought Yuuji along at his request. Satoru had visited him shortly afterward, driven by an insistent need to see his boy before the impending confrontation. The weight of the world seemed lighter, if only for a moment, as he thought of his son.

Satoru could only sigh, the longing in his heart palpable. He had yearned for Suguru for the past eleven, twelve years, a constant ache that never quite faded. Yet, this longing for Suguru, as intense as it was, paled in comparison to the deep, unyielding yearning of a father. He had missed his son so much, too much. The distance, both physical and emotional, had been a torment he could hardly bear.

Satoru was certain he remembered everything about his son. The boy was a spitting image of him—silver hair that fell a bit longer, the same striking blue eyes, though his son's were even darker, like the depths of the sea. But more importantly, he recognized the essence of you in every move, every quirk, every smile. Your son might look like Satoru, but in all the ways that mattered, he was you.

Satoru adored him the most in the world. Even if he loves you, there is truly nothing that’s going to encapsulate, translate how much he loves his little boy. Your son was a constant, beautiful reminder of the bond you both shared. Your son carried your grace, your kindness, and your strength. Every time Satoru looked at him, he saw the love and unity that defined your relationship. For that, he was profoundly grateful. For that, he was happy. There was a reminder of you, of him, together in this world, encapsulated in the boy who bore the best of both of you.

And here he was, newly sealed, recovering from all of it;

All he could think about was wanting to see your dear boy.

All he could think about was wanting to embrace him again.

"I want to go to Hida," he said, his voice steady but laced with a vulnerability that made your heart ache. He looks to you softly, eyes full of yearning. “I wanna see him.”

"Are you sure?" you asked gently, searching his face for any hesitation. You purse your lips. “Satoru, it’s unsafe now. Are you sure?”

He nodded, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at his lips. "I want to spend as much time as possible trying to make sure our son understands that his father loves him."

You could hear the uncertainty in his voice, the doubt that gnawed at him despite his resolute exterior. "Satoru, you're a good father." you assured him, but he shook his head, his expression conflicted. “You have put your own heart at hold to protect him. He understands.”

"I don't know if I'm doing it right or wrong," he admitted, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I love our son as much as I love Megumi, as much as I love you. But I didn't have a father growing up. Mine died when I was young, and I don't remember him very well. My mother tells me that he loved a lot, but I don't know if I believe that."

You stepped closer, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "You love our son, and that's what matters most. He's always known that, even if you haven't been able to be there as much as you wanted. He sees it because you show him.”

Satoru sighed, his gaze distant as he recalled the moments he missed, the milestones he couldn't witness firsthand. "I want to be the best father to him, darling. I want him to know he's the most beloved son. That I love him the most in the world.”

"You already are, Satoru," you whispered, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“We have to see him.” Your husband retorts back to you, a sad smile on his lips. “If this is the last chance—”

“It won’t be,” You shake your head at him. “You know that.”

“I know, but…” He sighs, resting his head against the crook of your neck. “I want to be sure. Nothing is bound, darling. I want to… I want to be able to leave him with something he can remember his old man by.”

The weight of his words pressed down on you both, the unspoken fears and the grim reality of what was to come. You could feel your throat choke up as you tried to banish the tears from your eyes. The thought of Satoru not being there hurt you.

Not only because you loved him, but because you knew your son loved him the best in the world. The thought of him becoming without the person he holds dear in the world, it tears you apart.

You want to believe that your husband was the title he was given. You knew he was strong. You believe he will overcome this. That’s why you keep putting off visiting your son. It was safer, it would be in the future that you and Satoru had fought so hard to fight for. But your husband was just a man too. A man who has a finite life and a heart too big for the world to comprehend. He was just Satoru. A husband, a father. A friend, a teacher. He was just like that. 

You look at him with a guilty look. You were selfish with him, with what you said. He needed you, he needed Satoru. Your son needed you both. As much as you needed him. What is protecting him from all these dangers, if you both weren’t there to love him either?

What is loving Satoru if you can’t be there for him either? If you can’t love him properly either? You took a deep breath. You’ve made up your mind. You will not deprive him of this. You would not be selfish with this. You would let him be selfish. You would let him live as he had never before. 

You held him tighter, feeling the tension in his muscles, the vulnerability he rarely showed. “You’re right. We will see him, my love.” you affirmed, your voice steady. “And we’ll make sure he knows how much he’s loved.”

Satoru’s eyes met yours, a mixture of gratitude and sorrow. “Thank you, darling.” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “For understanding, for always being here. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“I’m sorry, Satoru,” you whispered to him tenderly as you kissed the small of his lips. “I should have been better with this.”

“Hey, don’t be sorry. You want to protect him too, I understand.” He tells you, a small smile on his lips. “Sukuna has familiarity with Hida, I know you’re wary about it.”

You nodded, the weight of your concerns evident in your eyes. “I just want to make sure he’s safe. That we’re all safe.”

Satoru’s smile softened, and he brushed a thumb over your cheek. “We’ll keep him safe. We’ll keep everyone safe. That’s a promise.”

You smiled softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead. “We’re in this together, Satoru. Always.”

He kissed your forehead, a lingering touch that conveyed all the words he couldn’t say. “Let’s go to Hida,” he said finally. “Let’s spend this time with him, make memories that will stay with him.”

You nodded, feeling a sense of resolve settle within you. “Yes, let’s do that. We’ll make sure he knows how much he means to us.”

All of Satoru’s training was canceled for the next few days.

Everyone understood why and said nothing about any of it.

Gojo Satoru couldn’t be happier to enjoy the long trip.

Because the next he’ll get off the train, he’ll see his dear son.

ARRIVING IN HIDA WAS A REFRESHING THING. It was as though the looming war, the destruction, the suffering, did not exist. These precious days felt suspended in time, a haven of peace amidst the chaos.

Each sunrise brought with it a semblance of normalcy, a gentle reminder of the life you were fighting to protect. The air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers, and the sun cast a warm, golden glow over everything it touched.

As the days passed, you found moments of solace in the simple joys of being together. Satoru’s determination to be the best father he could be was palpable. He approached fatherhood with the same intensity and dedication he showed in his sorcery, and you admired the way he threw himself into the role with such fervor.

His playful nature shone brightly as he engaged your son in games, stories, and lessons. The bond between father and son grew stronger with each passing day, and it filled you with a sense of hope and reassurance.

Gojo Satoshi did not know much about the wider world beyond the confines of the carefully constructed life you and your family had built around him. But Satoru thought that was for the best. At his tender age, the complexities and dangers of the world could wait.

For now, Satoshi was wrapped in a cocoon of love and safety, his days filled with laughter and innocence. The little lordling of the Gojo clan had the privilege of being shielded from the harsh realities, existing in a world where he was cherished and adored.

“Young master Gojo, please do not run too much! You’ll slip!” His nurse-maid's voice rang out in a mix of concern and exasperation as she hurried after the energetic boy. Her normally composed demeanor was visibly frazzled as she struggled to keep pace with her lively charge. “Young master!”

“Heh, chase me! Chase me!” Satoshi's infectious giggle echoed through the gardens, his small feet moving quickly across the manicured lawn. His silvery hair, so much like his father's, shimmered in the sunlight, and his blue eyes sparkled with pure delight.

The scene was picturesque, the verdant greenery of the garden serving as a perfect backdrop to the boy's joy. Flowers bloomed in a riot of colors, and the gentle hum of insects added to the serene atmosphere.

Gojo Satoru watched from a distance, a soft smile playing on his lips. He saw so much of himself in Satoshi, from the boy’s boundless energy to the mischievous glint in his eyes. Yet, he also saw you in him—the kindness, the warmth, the innate ability to find joy in the simplest things.

Satoshi’s world was small but rich, filled with the love and attention of those who cared for him. He didn't know of the looming threats or the responsibilities that came with his lineage. Instead, his days were spent exploring the garden, listening to stories, and playing games. It was a simple life, but it was one that Satoru cherished deeply for his son.

The nurse-maid finally caught up to Satoshi, scooping him into her arms despite his playful wriggling. “Young master, you must be careful,” she chided gently, her tone softening as she adjusted his tousled hair. “We wouldn’t want you to get hurt. You are too important to be hurt.”

Satoshi pouted for a moment before breaking into a wide grin. “Okay, I’ll be careful,” he promised, though the twinkle in his eye suggested that he was already planning his next adventure.

“Our little lordling is too bright for the sun, huh?” Satoru approached, his presence immediately noticed by Satoshi, who reached out eagerly. 

“Papa!” the boy exclaimed, his arms stretching towards his father.

With a warm chuckle, Satoru took Satoshi into his arms, lifting him high into the air. “Having fun, little lordling?” he asked, his voice filled with affection. “You were zooming out there, huh?”

“Yeah!” Satoshi replied enthusiastically. “We were playing chase, and I was winning!”

Satoru laughed, his heart swelling with love. “I’m sure you were. But remember to listen to your nurse-maid, okay? We don’t want any accidents.”

Satoshi nodded solemnly before breaking into giggles again. “I will, Papa.”

As Satoru held his son close, he couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of contentment. In these moments, the worries of the world faded away, leaving only the pure, unadulterated love between a father and his child. He knew that soon enough, Satoshi would grow older and the realities of their world would become unavoidable. But for now, he was determined to protect this innocence, to ensure that Satoshi's world remained filled with laughter and love for as long as possible.

“Let’s go find Mama,” Satoru said, carrying Satoshi back towards the house. “I’m sure she’s missed you.”

Satoshi's eyes lit up at the mention of you, and he nodded eagerly. “Yeah! Let’s go find Mama!”

The path back to the house was lined with blooming cherry blossoms, their petals gently drifting to the ground with each breeze. Satoru walked with an easy grace, his son nestled securely in his arms. The house, an elegant blend of traditional and modern architecture, stood as a sanctuary amid the chaos of the outside world.

As they approached, the soft hum of your voice reached their ears. You were in the kitchen, preparing a meal, the aroma of freshly cooked rice and simmering soup wafting through the air. Your presence was a constant source of comfort and strength, grounding Satoru in ways he often struggled to articulate.

“Mama!” Satoshi called out excitedly as they entered the kitchen.

You turned, a warm smile spreading across your face as you wiped your hands on a towel. “There’s my little troublemaker,” you said, reaching out to take Satoshi from Satoru’s arms. “Were you having fun in the garden?”

Satoshi nodded vigorously. “Yes, Mama! We played chase, and I was winning!”

You chuckled, kissing his forehead. “I’m sure you were. Did you give the nurse-maid a hard time?”

Satoshi giggled, hiding his face on your shoulder. “Maybe a little.”

Satoru watched the interaction with a tender expression. “He’s full of energy today,” he commented, stepping closer to place a hand on your back. “How are you feeling?”

You glanced up at him, your eyes filled with understanding. “Better, now that you two are here.” You looked back at Satoshi, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. “Were you good for Papa?”

“Yes, Mama,” Satoshi replied earnestly. “Papa said we should always listen to nurse-maid.”

You smiled, giving Satoru an appreciative look. “That’s right. It’s important to be careful.”

Satoru's gaze softened as he watched you interact with Satoshi. Despite the looming threat of Sukuna, these moments of normalcy and love filled him with a fierce determination to protect his family at all costs.

“Dinner will be ready soon,” you said, turning back to the stove. “Why don’t you two wash up?”

Satoshi wriggled in your arms, eager to comply. “Come on, Papa!” he urged, pulling at Satoru’s hand.

“Alright, alright,” Satoru laughed, letting himself be led towards the bathroom. As he helped Satoshi wash his hands, he marveled at how such simple acts could bring so much joy.

After washing up, they returned to the kitchen where you had set the table. The meal was a humble but hearty spread, the kind that brought warmth and comfort to the soul. Satoru helped Satoshi into his chair before taking his own seat beside you.

As you all sat down to eat, Satoshi’s chatter filled the room, his stories animated and full of wonder. Satoru listened with rapt attention, his heart swelling with pride and love. He reached out to squeeze your hand under the table, a silent promise that he would do everything in his power to keep this happiness intact.

After dinner, you all settled in the living room. Satoshi, full and content, curled up next to you on the couch, his little head resting on your lap. Satoru sat beside you, his arm draped over your shoulders. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the evening light, casting a serene ambiance over the scene.

Satoru looked at you, his cerulean eyes filled with a mixture of love and determination. “We’re going to be okay,” he said softly, his voice steady. “No matter what happens, we’ll face it together.”

You nodded, leaning into his embrace. “Together,” you echoed, your hand resting gently on Satoshi’s back.

“Papa, let’s go!” Satoshi’s eyes sparkled with excitement, his little hand tugging at Satoru’s sleeve.

“Hm? Where, little lordling?” Satoru asked, his voice warm with affection.

“The koi pond!” Satoshi replied eagerly, his enthusiasm infectious.

Satoru looked at you, seeking your opinion. You nodded and offered him a warm smile. “Why not? It’s too nice today and it’s refreshing after a long play, don’t you think?”

“I suppose.” Your husband nodded to you before turning his attention back to your son, his grin widening. “Does my little lordling want to be carried by papa, or is he wanting to be a big boy and walk?”

Satoshi puffed out his chest with pride, his tiny hands clenched into determined fists. “I’ll walk, Papa! I’m a big boy!”

Satoru chuckled, patting Satoshi’s head affectionately. “That’s my boy. Lead the way, then.”

The three of you made your way to the koi pond, the garden bathed in the golden glow of the moonshine The air was filled with the gentle rustle of leaves and the soft chirping of owls settling down for the evening. It was a tranquil scene, a stark contrast to the turbulent world outside your home.

The tranquil scene was framed by vibrant greenery and the soft murmur of a nearby stream. They were watching the koi fish swim lazily in the pond, their colorful scales glinting in the moonlight. Your son was immediately chattering excitedly about something he’d learned, his voice a melodic blend of enthusiasm and curiosity. Satoru listened intently, a fond smile playing on his lips.

Satoshi skipped ahead, his laughter ringing out like a melody. You and Satoru followed at a leisurely pace, hand in hand, savoring the peaceful moment.

As you reached the koi pond, Satoshi knelt by the water's edge, his eyes wide with wonder as he watched the colorful fish swim gracefully. “Look, Papa! The fish are so pretty!”

Satoru crouched beside him, pointing out different koi. “See that one with the golden scales? That’s the king of the pond. And that one over there, with the red spots, is the queen.”

Satoshi’s eyes sparkled with delight as he listened intently to Satoru’s explanations. “Can we feed them, Papa?”

Satoru glanced at you, and you smiled, pulling out a small container of fish food from your pocket. “Here you go, Satoshi. Just a little bit at a time, okay?”

Satoshi nodded eagerly, carefully taking the container from you and sprinkling a small amount of food into the pond. The koi fish swarmed to the surface, their mouths opening and closing as they devoured the food. Satoshi giggled with delight, clapping his hands together.

“Papa, did you know that koi fish can live for over 200 years?” your son exclaimed, his eyes wide with wonder.

Satoru nodded, his gaze never leaving your son’s animated face. “Really? That’s amazing, buddy. Imagine all the stories they could tell.”

Your son giggled, the sound pure and joyful. “Maybe they know magic, too!”

Satoru’s smile widened, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Maybe they do. Maybe they’re the guardians of secret underwater realms.”

You and Satoru stood back, watching your son with fond smiles. “He’s growing up so fast.” you murmured, leaning into Satoru’s side. "Almost four already. He's not our baby anymore, hm?"

“He still is, y'know?” Satoru hummed, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. “but you're right. Soon, he’s going to grow up strong. Our beautiful boy, he’s always going to be loved, too.”

“This is perfect,” you whispered, leaning your head against Satoru’s shoulder. The warmth of his body and the steady beat of his heart grounded you, reminding you of the strength you found in each other. “This is everything we could ever want.

“It is.” Satoru agreed, his voice low and filled with emotion. “Everything is more than I imagined.”

As the moon echoed below the horizon, casting a warm evening glow over the garden, the three of you stood by the koi pond, savoring the simple joys of family and the promise of a future filled with love and hope. All Gojo Satoru had to do was defeat Sukuna. All he had to do was get this over with. Then all will be over. He’ll get to be with you. He’ll get to be with Satoshi. You could be a family in peace.

Gojo Satoru wouldn’t be the strongest then.

He could just be himself, he could just be this.

He could just be your husband, Satoshi’s father.

He can be a human being for the first time in his life.

“Papa, can we stay here forever?” your son asked suddenly, his eyes wide with innocence. Both of you look at him. “You and mama, can we all be here together?”

Your son's innocent question hung in the air, a poignant reminder of the simplicity of childhood dreams. Satoru's gaze softened as he looked down at your son, his expression a mixture of tenderness and wistfulness. It was a question that held a weight far beyond its years, touching on the deepest desires of the heart.

For a moment, neither of you knew quite how to respond. The idea of staying in this tranquil moment forever, frozen in time with your family by your side, was undeniably tempting. Yet, reality loomed on the horizon, with its uncertainties and responsibilities.

Satoru exchanged a glance with you, silently communicating the depth of his emotions. There was a longing in his eyes, a yearning for a life free from the burdens of duty and danger. But beneath it all, there was a fierce determination to protect what mattered most—your family.

With a gentle smile, you reached out and ruffled your son's hair. "We'll always be together, Satoshi. No matter what happens, we'll find a way to stay together."

Satoru's hand found yours, his grip reassuring and firm. "That's right, little lordling. We'll always be here for you, no matter where life takes us."

Your son's eyes sparkled with happiness at your reassurance, his small hand reaching out to clasp both of yours. "Promise?"

You exchanged a knowing look with Satoru, his expression mirroring your own determination. "Promise," you both said in unison, sealing the vow with a tender smile

The soft glow of moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting gentle shadows across the room as you lay entwined with your husband and son. In the tranquil silence of the night, you could hear the steady rhythm of their breathing, a comforting reminder of the love that bound you together.

Wrapped in the warmth of each other's embrace, you felt a profound sense of contentment wash over you. It was in these quiet moments, surrounded by the ones you held most dear, that you found solace from the chaos of the outside world. Here, in the sanctuary of your shared love, you felt invincible, ready to face whatever challenges awaited you.

As you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep, a serene smile graced your lips. In the arms of your beloved family, you knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, you would overcome them with unwavering strength and unwavering love.

“Satoru, my love.” you whispered, your hand entwined with his. “Thank you for being here. For being with us.”

He turned to you, his eyes filled with love. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, darling. You and our son… you’re my everything.”

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his words seep into your heart. “And you’re ours. Always.”

The days turned into weeks, and the time for Satoru’s confrontation with Sukuna drew closer. But instead of being consumed by fear, you found strength in the love that surrounded you. The bond you shared with Satoru, the love you had for your son, and the support of your family gave you the courage to face whatever lay ahead.

On the last evening before Satoru was to leave with you, the three of you all gathered under the stars, the night sky a blanket of twinkling lights above you. Your son sat on Satoru’s lap, his head resting against his father’s chest.

“Papa, will you come back soon?” he asked, his voice small and filled with hope.

Satoru hugged him tightly, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I’ll do everything I can to come back to you, buddy. You and your mama are my entire world. Papa can’t live without any of you.”

Your son nodded, content with his father’s promise. “Me too, papa.”

“Hm?”

“I can’t live without you and mama.” Your son whispers to his father, wiping his father’s tears tenderly. Satoru blinked at his son’s act. “So papa has to do well and come back, with mama?”

In that tender moment, the depth of the bond between father and son was palpable. Satoru's heart swelled with emotion as he gazed into his son's earnest eyes, filled with a love so pure and unconditional it took his breath away. With a lump in his throat, he tightened his embrace, savoring the warmth of his son's small body pressed against his own.

His voice was thick with emotion as he replied, "I promise, buddy. I'll do everything in my power to come back to you and mama. You both mean the world to me, and I can't bear the thought of being without you."

Your son's response was equally heartfelt, his voice soft yet resolute. "I believe in you, papa. We'll be waiting for you, always."

You leaned against Satoru, drawing comfort from his presence. “I love you so much.”

He takes a breath. “I love you too. With everything in me.”

The night was quiet, filled with the gentle sounds of nature and the steady rhythm of your hearts beating in unison. As you closed your eyes, Satoru whispered a silent prayer, to any god listening above. If there ever was one. He prayed.

He wished that he could come home. He wished that he could be with you. He wished that he could watch Satoshi grow up. He wishes for that dream, for that hope, to come true.

That’s what all he could see as he lay there.

Shoko Ieiri looked him in the eyes as he struggled.

He smiles at her and then you, puddle full of tears.

“I love you.” He choked. “You and Satoshi, I love you.”

From faraway Hida, a boy sits by the koi pond and prays.

“I hope that my mama and papa return to good health soon.”

flashback epilogue

The hospital room was cast in a gentle, dim light, creating a serene atmosphere that belied the intensity of the recent events. Satoru sat on the edge of the bed, his broad shoulders relaxed yet filled with a quiet strength as he cradled his newborn son,  little Gojo Satoshi, against his chest. 

With delicate care, he adjusted the soft blankets around little Satoshi, ensuring his newborn son was warm and comfortable. Despite the fatigue evident in his eyes, there was a palpable sense of wonder and tenderness in Satoru's touch as he looked down at the tiny bundle in his arms.

Meanwhile, you lay nearby, your form softened by the relief of finally finding respite after the long and arduous hours of labor. Your face, though etched with exhaustion, held a serene expression, a testament to the profound sense of fulfillment that accompanied the arrival of your precious child.

In that quiet moment, amidst the hushed sounds of the hospital room, the bond between parent and child blossomed, enveloping the room in an aura of warmth and love that seemed to transcend time itself. Satoru couldn’t be happier to carry his whole world in his arms.

Gazing down at the tiny bundle in his arms, Satoru felt a surge of overwhelming love wash over him. With a soft smile, he leaned in close to Satoshi's ear, whispering words of welcome and affection.

"Welcome to the world, my beautiful boy." Satoru murmured, his voice filled with warmth. "D’you know what your name is? What it means?”

The little boy cooed at his father’s words.

Satoru laughed softly, looking at him lovingly.

He was already so attentive towards his father.

“Mama and I decided together, y’know? Your name just had to be Satoshi.” Satoru takes a deep breath, smiling as the baby cooes again. “You’re satisfied, hm? But you’ll like the spelling more, little man.”

Satoru could only feel overwhelmed by what he felt.

He could only feel nothing but joy, nothing but elation.

The dawn was breaking, as it always had before this moment.

But now,  where his own dawn was in his hands, he just smiled.

“Papa chose the character for you. It means 'dawn'.” He whispered to him tenderly, almost like a little lullaby. “Because you are the beginning of a new chapter for our family. You bring light and hope into our lives, just like the dawn brings a new day."

There was a louder coo this time around.

He was more than happy, Satoru thinks.

And he couldn’t be happier than this moment.

This beautiful boy, his darling boy, his dawn.

Satoru pressed a gentle kiss to Satoshi's forehead, marveling at the precious life he held in his arms. "I love you so much, my son," he whispered, his heart overflowing with love and joy at the arrival of their little miracle. “My little dawn.”

[woso-dreamzzz]

Wolfsburg

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Wolfsburg vs Bayern

"If we keep our heads down," Magda mutters," We can pretend that she's not with us."

"Magda!"

You're walking ahead of your parents, practically skipping as you wear an old Wolfsburg Harder jersey. It's much too big for you so Pernille had to tuck it into your shorts this morning when you refused to wear anything else.

This match was all you'd been talking about for weeks, ever since you'd seen the fixture schedule for this month.

Even if you loved the Bayern jersey because it had red, it did not supersede your deep love for Wolfsburg.

It was slightly embarrassing and Magda stubbornly kept her head down as she headed out to inspect the pitch.

"Do my eyes deceive me," A voice that you used to be very familiar with says," Or is that the future of Wolfsburg?"

You grin. "Alex!"

Magda watches as Popp picks you up, spinning you around as Pajor appears over Pernille's shoulder.

"She's grown."

"Kids do that," Pernille laughs.

"She still supporting the right German club?"

"Unfortunately," Magda mutters.

"What position are we talking? We need to start training her up young."

"Goalkeeper," Pernille answers," Zećira's been training her for a while now."

Pajor laughs. "Then I'm sure she'll be great when she grows up."

Your hysterical giggle echo around the pitch as Popp turns you upside down and shakes you.

You stick by the Wolfsburg girls all throughout the pitch inspection and Magda has to actually drag you away when it's time to go in to change.

"I'm going to play for Wolfsburg one day," You tell Momma when she walks you out for warmups," Like you did."

Momma gently strokes the hair out of your face. "And I'm sure you will. Now, remember, you may support Wolfsburg but we're still Bayern so you can't celebrate too hard if they score a few goals, alright?"

You huff but agree.

Scottish Sam and Georgia laugh uncontrollably when you join them on the bench, happy in your Wolfsburg green.

"Don't be too sad when Wolfsburg loses," Georgia teases, ruffling your hair.

You shrug. "It's okay if they lose now," You say," Because when I play for them, they won't."

"Wow," Georgia says," Someone's sure of herself."

"I'm going to be really good," You reply earnestly, brows drawn together as if to stress how much you want this," Because Zećira is taking a lot of time to teach me and I don't want to let her down."

Georgia's face softens a fraction. "I think you're going to make her and your mums very proud."

You smile.

Georgia's right. Wolfsburg lose to Bayern but you're still in a good mood because it means Morsa and Momma are happy.

You let them both give you celebratory kisses but escape pretty quickly to see Alex and Ewa.

Ewa picks you up instantly, holding you on her hip as she and Alex speak with one of the Wolfsburg girls that joined after you and Momma left for England.

"I hear," Alex says," That you've started to collect jerseys."

You nod. "I got a Keira Walsh one at the world cup and I've got a Leah Williamson one on my wall."

"Wow," Ewa says," Have you got any more?"

"I do! My Tia Tana sent me ones for everyone on her team! And Daan gave me a Lyon one when I last saw her! Daan used to play for Arsenal before she moved to France, which is how I know her. I like Arsenal almost as much as I like Wolfsburg!"

Ewa laughs. "Good. Keep it that way. Wolfsburg's got to stay on top, right?"

"Uh-huh!"

Alex grins at you. "You know," She says, lowering her voice like she's telling you a secret," Pernille's jersey is kind of old."

You look down at it, tugging on the collar. "It's from when Momma used to play with you."

"I know," Alex says," How about we get you a new one?"

She grins at you and pulls her own shirt up and over her head.

"Really?"

"Come on, take it. I'll see you in it next time we meet, agreed?"

"Agreed!"

[angels-fantasy]

Top Secret Fiction Ch. 8

Kiss Kiss Kiss!

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Description: After meeting the one and only pro hero Dynamight on a dating app, you two begin to see each other. Because of the dangers that come with his hero work, you both promise to be completely honest with each other from the beginning; though you can't help but keep one big secret from him.

You write fan fiction, mostly about him.

Chapter Details: erm honestly nothing super crazy! just lots of embarrassment on readers part and a smooch heh

Word Count: 1.9k

previous chapter

As you and Bakugou sat on your couch next to each other, you felt the awkward tension and it physically pained you.

You didn't really know how to start this, but you were so desperate for this awkwardness to end.

"So um, do you want me to just pull up some of my work?" You asked quietly.

Bakugou hummed, "Yeah. That sounds fine."

You nodded and sped walked over to your room to grab your laptop. As you did so, you couldn't believe that this was your reality. How embarrassing.

Once you got back to the couch you sat down next to him again and opened your laptop, letting him look over your shoulder as you signed in. At this point, who cares if he sees your log in information. He already knows your most embarrassing secret.

As you scrolled through your works, you tried to remember the details of each and every one, hoping to find a fic that was the most normal out of all of them.

Suddenly Bakugou leaned over and pointed at the corner of the screen, "You have a lot of posts."

"Huh?"

Looking at where he pointed, you saw where the website showed how many works you had in total.

You nodded, "Oh, yeah. I've been writing for a long time."

Bakugou hummed, rubbing his shoulder. "How long?"

It was your turn to hum, fiddling with your fingers as you tried to remember. "Probably about three years..." You replied, making him raise his eyebrows.

"Y'know I actually didn't think I'd get this far with writing this type of stuff."

The laptop in front of you was long forgotten about, but maybe this was a better approach. Maybe he needed to hear about this a little more, and maybe you needed to talk about it more as well.

You tucked your feet underneath your bottom and faced him as you continued. "I knew that like...fan-fiction, and stuff was popular but it was never my goal to become a uh, big name, in the community."

"I just did it for fun, because it felt like an escape sometimes. And, I didn't actually start out writing for you, or about you I guess." You chewed on your lip, "I'm not too sure how to word it."

"What did you start out with?"

"Mmm, just other characters, fictional ones. I remember the first time I wrote for you it was because someone had requested it. That post had gotten pretty big and then more and more people asked for stuff about you...so I just did it."

Bakugou hummed. "So you weren't a fan of me before we met?" He teased, making you laugh lightly.

You shook your head. "Not necessarily. I knew who you were and all but I didn't start actually liking you until a year into my writing. This might sound weird but I used to watch a lot of clips of you so I could get your personality right."

"Well once I read some of your stuff, I'll let you know if you did good."

You flushed at his words. You had forgotten why he was here.

"Ah, right. Um, I think this one is something you could start with." You said and handed your laptop over to him. "It's one of my earlier posts, from about two years ago."

You watched silently as he read over your work. You wanted to look away, but if you did then you wouldn't be able to see his reaction.

In your head you were freaking out and wondering what he was thinking. You were expecting him to be much more reactive but he suddenly became stone faced right as he started reading.

As he read through it, you sat there anxiously and doing everything in your power not to freak out and yank your laptop out of his hands.

It felt like an eternity before he finally gave you some kind of reaction. It was small, just a twitch of his eyebrow, but it was something.

At the sight of it your face grew even more worried. "What is it? Oh my word, you think it's bad, huh? I never should've done this. I'm so-"

"Stop." His voice cut through your rambling, making you freeze and stop your spiraling.

He looked at you with a calm expression (as calm as he could look, at least) and let out a sigh. "It's... actually not bad.I mean, yeah a few specific things about me are off but... it's not like you knew me then."

Oh. Okay, so he didn't think it was bad. That's good, right? If it was, then why were you still feeling so guilty and embarrassed?

He waved a hand in front of your face, "Hey, you still with me?"

You blinked. "Yeah, sorry. I'm just... surprised? I don't know. I was expecting you to hate it."

"Don't assume how I'll feel about something." He sassed, "But just know it's not a deal breaker, if that's what you're really worried about."

Your eyes widened, "Wait - really?"

"Don't make it weird." He said with a flushed face. "I still like you and you obviously enjoy doing this. Who the hell am I to stop you?"

You smiled at his words, feeling thankful. Now you were able to relax a little more since he reassured you that your hobby wasn't a problem.

"That's a relief." You said and let out a sigh, leaning back into the couch. There was a moment of silence between the two of you until Bakugou broke it by speaking up.

"I hope y'know I'm being serious." He said, "I do...like you, and I wanna keep seeing you. Just uh, don't be scared to tell me stuff. Okay?"

You gave him a small smile and nodded. "Yeah, okay."

For the rest of the time he was there, he continued to ask questions about your writing. What did you like about writing? Why not write for other people or characters? Did you have any experience in writing prior to this?

You answered each question a little shyly at first but once you started getting into it, it was like watching a ball of yarn unravel.

As Bakugou listened to you talk he was able to realize how much your writing meant to you. It wasn't some weird thing you did just to be creepy. You were actually pretty good and created a little world for yourself and others on the internet.

He'd never admit it out loud but he thought it was sweet. Plus, you looked pretty cute while talking about your love for writing.

He had spaced out while you spoke, just staring at your face and the way your hands moved around excitedly until you finally dropped them and looked at the silly cat clock on your living room wall.

"It's getting late. Sorry, I didn't mean to ramble on for so long." You said, feeling a little embarrassed. It seems like that was a big emotion for you today.

Bakugou shook his head as he stretched his arms above his head. "'S fine. I'm the one who came over here, but you're right."

He stood up with a grunt, probably still sore from work or training, and you followed his movements.

You stood in front of him, not feeling sure what to do next even though the obvious answer was to walk him out.

The silence felt uncomfortable again and you scrunched your eyes closed as if it would make it go away.

The feeling of Bakugou's hand on the top of your head surprised you, making you open your eyes and look at him.

He looked a little embarrassed, more flushed than usual. "I meant it when I said that I still wanna see you. So don't go thinking this is the last time you'll see me or anything."

You nodded. "I know. I'm just still a little embarrassed, I guess." You said and looked down at your feet.

His hand that was on your head moved down the side of your face and fell on your cheek. He then brought up his other hand to hold the opposite side.

He tilted your head upwards just slightly and looked at you. You looked at him the same way, noticing how his gaze flickered from your eyes down to your lips.

You felt the butterflies in your stomach start to flutter around. Jeez, you didn't think you'd get this far. Especially after today.

The look on his face was almost desperate but he looked unsure of himself. That was a look that was weird to see on him.

You knew what was about to happen, and he did to, so why did he look way more nervous about kissing you than you did?

"I just let you in on my most embarrassing secret and you're still hesitant to kiss me?" You teased, giggling as the soft look on his face fell. You didn't know where you got the courage to say such a thing, but it seemed to work out in your favor.

He clicked his tongue and smirked, "Shaddup."

Then finally, he leaned in and you did the same until your lips met. You brought your hands up to place them on his chest while his stayed in place.

His lips were soft and tasted like the strong mints he was always chewing on. They felt just as good as you imagined, but at the same time felt so different.

When you both pulled away from each other, you opened your eyes again and looked him in the eyes, feeling shy all over again but in a much different way. A good kind of shy.

If you had to describe the kiss, you'd say it was soft and sweet. Totally unlike how Bakugou was portrayed but in your opinion, that made it better. It was like this soft side of him was a secret all for you and you alone.

You blinked up at him and gave him a playful smile. "Not too bad."

He chuckled and pinched your cheek lightly, "Says the one who was feeling up on me-"

"Oh my word, no I wasn't!" You denied, knowing you were lying. He laughed in response and you huffed at him.

When your laughter and teasing died down, he looked at the clock again and sighed.

"Mkay, now I really gotta go. I have work tomorrow." He said, making you feel a little disappointed even though you knew he was right.

"Oh yeah... okay. I'll walk you out." You said and grabbed one of his hands and led him to the front door.

Before he fully made his way out he turned to face you and pressed a kiss to your forehead, catching you off guard. "I'll see you soon. Okay?"

You nodded, feeling all flushed from his actions. "Okay."

He gave you a rare smile and said goodbye, promising to text you when he got home.

After he finally left, you shut the door and leaned against it for a moment before squealing excitedly.

"He kissed me!"

A meow interrupted your excitement and you looked down to see Cheerios sitting by your feet. You cooed and bent down to pick him up.

"Aw I'm sorry Cheerios, I left you all alone." You babied him, "I was busy talking to Bakugou. One day he might be your dad if I get lucky. How does that make you feel?"

Cheerios purred and rubbed his head against your chin in response, making you giggle and awe at him. "I feel the same way."

authors note

hello...is this thing on...

i have finally posted! so sorry for such a late post. if i'm being honest, not only am i busy with school but my heart isn't in this fic anymore 😞 it feels so rushed and i hate that it's not my best work because i know i can do better but i would rather die than leave a fic completely unfinished lol so pls don't think i'll abandon it completely! anyways, i'm probably gonna write two more chapters for this fic :) i hope you liked this chapter <3

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[glowettee]

Hey Mindy 💕 @scavengerluv here! Was wondering if you could help create a guide and or link a guide about consistency with routine and sticking to a routine 💕 Wishing you the best!

hi darling @scavengerluv! 🌸 thank you for your sweet ask about building consistency with routines! as someone who has struggled with maintaining routines myself, i'd love to share some gentle guidance on making habits stick. hopefully this cozy little guide can help you. if you have ANY more questions at all. i'll be soooo happy to help!

creating & sticking to routines: a soft guide ⭐️

building consistent routines doesn't have to feel overwhelming or rigid. think of it as creating little rituals that make your days feel more intentional and peaceful. here are my besttt tips when it comes to consistent routines.

start tiny, dream big

begin with just one small habit (like drinking water when you wake up)

gradually layer new habits onto existing ones (it's called habit stacking)

celebrate the tiniest wins because they matter so much

make it feel special

create a peaceful environment for your routine

use items that bring you joy (a pretty journal, your favorite cup)

add gentle touches like soft music or fairy lights

treat your routine as self-care rather than obligation

the power in morning & evening anchors morning whispers:

set a consistent wake time

open curtains to let sunshine in

make your bed feel like a cloud

have a morning beverage ritual

evening lullabies:

dim lights an hour before bed

put phone away (or use night mode)

gentle skincare routine

read something lovely

the secret sauce: habit stacking connect new habits to existing ones, like:

stretching while water boils for tea

reading while having breakfast

journaling right after making your bed

meditation after brushing teeth

when things feel wobbly remember love, it's okay when routines get disrupted. life isn't meant to be perfect. i value being gentle to yourself, in every way. here's how to stay soft with yourself:

if you miss a day, simply begin again

adjust routines as seasons change

listen to what your body needs

keep the core simple, let details be flexible

making it sustainable

start with 1-2 weeks of tiny changes

use a pretty tracker or journal

find an accountability friend (like me 💌)

share progress in a way that feels good

remember progress isn't linear

gentle reminders for the journey

consistency > perfection

small steps create big changes

your routine should feel like a friend

adapt and adjust with love

celebrate every tiny victory

creating your personal rhythm everyone's routine will look different, and that's the beauty of it. maybe yours includes (or can include):

morning pages

gentle movement

nature walks

creative time

restful moments

remember, the goal isn't to create a perfect routine - it's to build a framework that supports and nurtures you. start small, be patient, and let your routine evolve naturally like a garden growing in its own time. i personally tell myself this every time i feel like i'm falling off.

sending you the warmest hugs and gentlest encouragement as you build your beautiful routines! remember that i'm always here if you need more specific guidance or just want to share your journey. 🌸

with love and soft whispers, mindy x

p.s. if anyone would like to share their routine journey, my inbox is always open for your stories and questions! 💕 - mindy

[i-am-hungry-24-7]

Wait the lower one is from me but i don't really remember the whole details of what I've written there 😭😂 lemme dig my brain first 😔 but i remember mentioning something abt TF 141 with good smelled reader and they can't keep themselves from clinging or getting closer to reader (?)

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Sharkiee 🥹 I'm lucky enough since you still remember a bit of the request! and actually I was thinking about good smelled reader these days too, but my ass get caught in my job these days 🫨 here's some hcs but I feel like there's still a lot of things I can brainrot, I'll add more to this when I can form them into words asdfghjk, as always tyvm for the ask🫡💖

Price He rarely smokes when you’re aside because it will cover your scent.  Invades your personal space on the helo when you guys are heading back to base so he can bask in your smell. It’s refreshing and unlike those stinky men he says. The sleep-deprived captain got a lavender pillow from you, and he threw his old one immediately, hadn’t been so excited to end the day and sleep after years, because you used the same pillow, and your hair smells literally like it, and he relaxed lot more with it. (when you're both on leave then he will ditch it since he has you instead)

Soap Kick him into the shower before he smears his sweat on you with how much he likes to cling to you and is unable to pry off after missions. Getting called Soap is obviously unrelated to his body wash, the plain 3 in 1 one that makes you just shove your shower gel in his grasp. You know he just wants to steal yours so he can smell like you, but if you buy him the same product he’ll still snatch yours. Makes you wear his shirts so he can get it back and wear your scent like cologne around, he doesn’t care if you yell ew at him, nor he care that others might tease him for getting claimed by you, to be honest, that’s his goal. Everyone should know he’s knee-deep for you.

Gaz He smells good or at least not bad after missions, but still loves to tail after you. Maybe you two share the same perfume, but he insists that it smells different on you (bastard just want to find an excuse to squish himself against you, but the rejections always swallowed by you before they can come out, his beautiful eyes aren’t just decorations, he knows you’re weak when he looks at you with pleading eyes) Personally think that Gaz probably has some weird obsession with your nape, and when you spray your perfume there every morning, it’ll attract him like he’s a pokemon, sneak a chance to sniff and press a kiss there until you scowl at him. You put on lotions after showers to prevent dry skin? He won’t miss the chance to help you. Maybe that’s the secret you always smell so enchantingly, if you shoo him off and say you can do it yourself, he will look at you with sad eyes till you feel guilty and hand him the bottle of body lotion.

Ghost Caught him secretly sniffing around you after a mission and he didn’t talk to you the whole night out of embarrassment. He just sat on the bed and tried to intimidate you with his stare (0 damage when his cheeks were pink whenever you tease him). In the end he just gave in and admitted he loves how well you smell 24/7, and when you’re both on leave, he will drown himself in your bed sheets or the plushie you have. The plushie is his now, don’t expect to have it back unless he feels like your scent on it fades, that’s when you can squeeze it between you and him during sleep.

[magicshopaholic]

One Down (Seokjin x OC)

Summary: Seokjin asks something of Nari before he leaves. Jungkook's secret no longer remains one.

Pairing: Seokjin x OC (feat. Jungkook)

Genre: Angst

Word count: 5.9 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: none

A/N: I'll admit, even I teared up while writing this. The soundtrack made it worse. Set about five months after Interlude: Hyung Line.

Tagging: @bbl32 @quarter-life-crisis2 @dreaming-with-happiness @faearchives @margopinkerton @purpleseoul7 @confessionsofamarshlily@jiminjhang @jihopesjoint @cuntessaiii @nightappple @kflixnet (drop a message if you want to be added)

Listen to: “if it kills me" by jazon mraz

seokjin masterlist | jungkook masterlist | main masterlist

Nari pushes the trolley ahead slightly and stops by the instant foods section. There’s a load of fresh vegetables in her cart that she’s been told are required for dinner tonight, but this is the first aisle she’s stopped at that has nothing on the shopping list. 

She’s reading the back of a packet of udon noodles when she hears something fall and the sound of someone swearing under their breath. It’s instantly familiar and she turns around the same time that he spots her as well.

“Hey,” she says, surprised but pleasantly so. “It’s - wow. I haven’t -” She chuckles in embarrassment because she can’t quite decide what to start with. “It’s been a while,” she says finally.

Seokjin nods, although he isn’t quite mirroring the extent of her unexpected gladness at seeing him. He lowers the baseball cap he’s wearing and smiles mutedly. “It has,” he agrees. “How’ve you been?”

She shrugs. “Not bad, considering. Busy, I guess. I’ve got onto a medical trial with one of the senior doctors and it’s taking up a lot of time. Plus I’m specialising now so I have to build up my portfolio. Plus there are rumours of a merger -” She breaks off, realising this might be a lot of information. “A lot’s going on.”

“Yeah. Congratulations,” he says after a moment. “On the trial. I know that was always a big goal for you. What’s it about?”

“Um… well, we’re trying to build cartilage through tissue regeneration. It’s a lot of research right now, but it could be really great.” Nari tries to keep the excitement out of her voice, although she doesn’t know if it’s the trial or at this serendipitous run-in with Seokjin. “How - how are you? You look good,” she adds, suddenly remembering the last time they’d met, drenched in the rain together.

He frowns curiously with some humour, as though trying to figure out if she’s lying. “I’m…” He trails off and exhales deeply. “I don’t know, to be honest. There’s a lot going on.”

Nari wants to ask, but something tells her she might be prying. “Is everything okay?”

Seokjin bites his lip and nods. There’s something bothering him, that’s for certain. He looks as though it’s taking him an effort to smile or even get out a sentence. “Actually… I’m glad I ran into you.”

“Me, too,” she says honestly.

“I, uh… I need to tell you something.” He shoves his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, looking determined, and Nari’s heart instantly beats faster.

“Okay,” she says, voice steady. “What’s up?”

He looks up at her and his face suddenly goes slack. Nari frowns and is just about to ask when Jason appears next to her. 

“I couldn’t find the seasoning that Daeun wanted,” he starts to say seriously, just before realising she isn’t alone. “So we may have to go with pepper and - oh. Hey, Seokjin,” he says, good-naturedly. “It’s nice to see you again.”

Nari doesn’t know if she’s imagining how Seokjin’s eyes shutter over slightly, but he nods and returns the greeting. It’s only slightly awkward; it occurs to her suddenly what it must look like: she and Jason, grocery shopping together.

“We’re having a dinner party,” she explains, even though no one asked. But she can’t stand the silence.

Seokjin raises his eyebrows, then nods again. “Wow. Guess that explains the vegetables,” he adds, pointing at her cart.

She suppresses a smile while Jason chuckles. “That would be Daeun’s work. None of us can go against her instructions without risking mortal peril.”

Maybe she’s imagining it again, how Seokjin’s shoulders relax ever so slightly. Her eyes fall to the ground then, somewhat disappointed in herself for caring.

“Anyway.” Jason pauses for a moment, clearly being tactful. “I’ll, uh, go ask a store clerk maybe, if they have the seasoning.”

Nari waits for Jason to leave before turning back to Seokjin. “I’m just delegated with shopping,” she says, once again feeling the need to explain. “Since I probably can’t contribute much to the cooking.” Swallowing, she exhales. “Sorry… you were about to tell me something.”

Seokjin looks at the floor. Something is definitely bothering him - or is she reading too much into it again? She wants to ask, but something holds her back again. That’s his girlfriend’s job - or maybe his best friend’s, too, a long time ago.

“Yeah.” He looks up slowly. “I… I won’t be here - in town - for your birthday this year. I’m… travelling,” he finishes. “Sorry.”

Nari frowns. “That’s… yeah, that’s okay. Where will you be?”

He shrugs. “Not sure yet.”

She nods, guessing his tour schedule isn’t really in his hands. It’s the least excited he’s ever seemed to be at the prospect of touring, though, she notes. There’s something else he isn’t telling her.

“Well. A phone call works just as well, under the circumstances,” she says finally, giving him a small smile to try and lighten the mood.

He returns it, once again with a clear effort. “You got it.”

—

The group dinner shapes up to be more like a group project than anything else as the day goes on. There are delegated sub-groups, instructions, deadlines; as much as a bunch of senior residents would like a day of normalcy, the chaos seems to actually make them deliver more efficiently.

This time, Nari has been dispatched to pick up a centerpiece. She’s alone this time, feeling rather lost in a huge supermarket with no idea what Daeun is picturing in her mind, but a little afraid to ask. Her phone buzzes then.

Jason [17:35]

Okay, she says something in the dusty pink-rose family.

Nari [17:35]

What in the everloving fuck does that mean

Jason [17:35]

No idea. But I googled it and this is what came up

[image]

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Nari swipes through the pictures and sighs, looking up to search for anything even remotely resembling this description. It’s in this pursuit that she spots another familiar face: Jung Hoseok, in a hoodie and baseball cap, holding hands with a slightly younger girl as they peer at a shelf of kitchen signs with whimsical phrases on them. Just as Nari begins walking towards them, they say something to each other and the girl walks away, presumably to look at something else. Hoseok looks around and spots her just as Nari reaches him.

“Oh, my God!” Seeming genuinely excited, Hoseok leans in for a friendly hug. “Wow, I haven’t seen you in forever, noona! Where have you been?”

“Busy,” she answers, for it’s the easiest one - far easier than admitting that she and Seokjin are too far apart to hang out like they used to. “How about you? I didn’t know you had a girlfriend,” she adds, giving him a knowing look.

Hoseok blushes handsomely, clearing his throat. “Oh, she’s not… I mean, technically, we’re not…” He sighs, looking both red and sheepish. “We aren’t exactly… using that word yet,” he admits. “I don’t want to scare her off.”

Nari raises her eyebrows but shrugs. “No judgement here,” she says, thinking privately that she can relate. “She’s cute. Isn’t she the girl you brought to the restaurant opening last year?”

“Yeah…” Hoseok looks back in her direction where she’s taking a picture of a potted money plant. “Things have changed a lot in a year.”

“Apparently,” she agrees. “It’s so funny running into you, though. I just met Seokjin earlier today, too, just roaming around Food Hall.”

“Oh! Of course, I forgot - but we’ll see you tomorrow anyway, right?”

Awkward. Nari keeps a straight face. “Tomorrow?”

“Yeah. I mean, I know Seokjin hyung doesn’t like the word farewell party, so we’re going with dinner,” he informs her. “We cut down about half the guest list until he agreed to have it but I guess you don’t really count as a guest. I mean, not that kind of a guest,” he hurriedly clarifies. “Like, you’re more of a friend than a guest if I really -“

“Yeah, no, I get it,” she interrupts him. Something tells her no tour is big enough - or long enough - to warrant a farewell party. Especially one she’s apparently not invited to. “I don’t know if I’ll make it, though,” she says carefully.

Hoseok’s eyes widen almost comically. “What? Why not?”

“Um…” Nari suddenly wishes someone else had been volunteered to pick up this stupid centerpiece. “I don’t know. It’s been busy. And I think Seokjin would need his girlfriend there more than anyone?”

“Seulgi?” Hoseok fishes his phone out of his pocket as it buzzes. “Dude, they broke up months ago. Shit, it’s my manager. Can you -“ He gestures apologetically before putting his phone up to his ear and answering the call.

Nari nods, a little dazed. Seokjin’s farewell party - or dinner - is tomorrow. It feels too soon and simultaneously too far away. Her phone pings then, too, and she checks it to see a message from Daeun.

“I have to -“ She mouths at Hoseok that she needs to leave, prompting Hoseok to cover the mouthpiece of his phone.

“See you tomorrow,” he whispers loudly, waving as she turns to walk out of the shop. 

At the counter, she remembers what she was here for. “Um - can I have one of those vases, please?” she asks, pointing to a row of ceramic pots behind the registration counter, all with generic arrangements of different flora.

“Sure,” says the cashier, punching it in. “Any particular colour?”

Nari shakes her head. Tomorrow, she thinks and her stomach drops a little. “I don’t care,” she says. “Any is fine.”

—

It’s quiet out in the city when Nari enters her apartment later that night, alone and conflicted. She’s wide awake, though, even after leaving early from an evening of food and drink with a dozen colleagues at the end of a busy day organizing a grown up dinner party.

She feels grown up, but in an unexciting, stressful way. She has to be a grown up, because every younger version of herself she can remember had a cornerstone she can’t find anymore. She has to be a grown up because it’s a grown up thing that’s been weighing on her mind all evening, with grown up fears and a grown up heaviness in her chest that she can’t articulate.

Nari sits on the edge of her bed, the lamp she’d accidentally left switched on the only source of dim light in her room. She recalls how shifty Seokjin had been earlier today and she suppresses a slight frustration, albeit not sure where it’s directed.

Dialling his number, she turns on her bed to face out the window. Seokjin picks up after the second ring.

“Hey.” He doesn’t sound terribly surprised, but his tone still sounds low.

“Hi,” she replies, folding her legs underneath her. “It’s not too late for you, is it?”

“No. I’m up.” There’s a pause. “I couldn’t sleep, anyway.”

Right. Nari tries to recall the last time they spoke on the phone; there was a time when it was a no-brainer, as natural as thinking out loud. She wonders if he was happy to see her name flash on his phone.

“So, I ran into Hoseok today,” she begins, then pauses when Seokjin sighs, almost as though he knows what’s coming. “He invited me to a party. Sorry - a dinner.”

“Yeah. Listen, Nari, about that -” He breaks off, sighing again, deeper this time. He sounds exhausted.

“When do you leave?” she asks calmly.

“Tuesday morning.”

Nari nods, something feeling lodged in her throat. “Were you going to tell me?”

“Of course I was, Nari,” he murmurs. “I wouldn’t leave without - without saying goodbye. I just didn’t know how.”

She isn’t sure why this is catching her by surprise; on some level, she knew he would have to enlist sooner or later, especially after he’d turned thirty. 

“When did you decide?”

“I applied in January. I mean, I had to,” he adds. “I really was going to tell you. In fact, I was about to this morning… seeing Jason kind of threw me off,” he confesses. “Sorry.”

Nari wants to ask if this is the reason he’s been distant lately, when she remembers something else.

“I didn’t know you and Seulgi broke up,” she states, picking at a loose thread at the end of her jeans. “A while ago, I hear.”

Seokjin doesn’t answer immediately. She can almost see him in his apartment, frozen in place with his phone to his ear, face pensive and head lowered as he thinks of what to say.

“Yeah,” he says finally. “The day after your half-birthday, actually.”

Her heart jolts without warning and for a moment, she’s drenched in the pouring rain again. 

He’s really going. Before her throat can close up anymore and she risks her voice giving anything away, she takes a deep breath. “I know Hoseok invited me, but… Seokjin, if you don’t want me there, I can -”

“No,” he interrupts, and there’s a hint of panic in his voice. There’s a soft shuffling in the background, as though he’s sitting up suddenly. “No, Nari, I - I want you to come. I - I need -” He breaks off, exhaling into the speaker. “Please come,” he says, voice smaller than before. “If you can.”

There should be a lot to say. Months, years worth of confessions, apologies and comfort that’s hanging in the air between them, but Nari can’t begin to sift through them now. This is not the time.

“Yeah,” she says, nodding. “I’ll be there.”

—

It’s a quiet affair; close friends and cool weather, with food and wine and a subdued atmosphere. The restaurant has been booked out to keep it as understated as possible. It’s outdoor, off the main road and the stars in a clear sky with soft grass on the ground make it about as charming as possible.

Jungkook sits on the steps with a drink dangling from the tips of his fingers, his knees up to his chest and his eyes on the dark gold liquid in his glass. Everyone is in small groups, chatting and trying to keep the mood lively and cheerful. Even Seokjin himself, who Jungkook assumed would be in the worst mood, is borderline chirpy, going up to everyone and ensuring they’ve got their drinks and that they’re comfortable. He was talking to Nari as well a little while ago, chatting easily, as though everything wasn’t about to change in a couple of days.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Jungkook’s heart flips automatically at the voice and he looks up to see Dilara sitting down next to him. “What?”

“It means - never mind.” She stretches her legs out in front of her, wearing clean denim jeans and a thin sweater. “Everything okay?”

He nods out of habit, his gaze going back to his glass. He can still feel her next to him, though, only inches away, her wavy hair blowing lightly in the breeze and the scent of her perfume sneaking up on him. “I just don’t know why everyone is so happy,” he mutters after a moment.

“Are they?” DIlara sounds genuinely curious. “It looks to me like everyone is just trying to stay positive.”

“Why?” Jungkook looks at her. “Why does everyone have to be positive? What is there to be positive about?” He places his drink down and shakes his head. “Everyone is just lying to themselves,” he mutters.

“I mean…” She begins slowly, shrugging. “I know I don’t know much about it, but it doesn’t seem like it can be helped. He has to go, right? All of you do,” she says, making his stomach sink. “I guess… it’s better to face it rather than be sad about something you can’t help. No?”

He doesn’t answer. Part of him is glad she’s here; after the drunken debacle he’d pulled at Taehyung’s house last weekend, he’d woken up completely certain that two of his friendships were most likely destroyed. But Taehyung hadn’t been home when he’d stumbled out of the guest room the next morning and Dilara had kindly offered him some toast and coffee before he’d hurriedly left.

Nothing much has changed since, although it’s been a fairly busy week, too. Jungkook glances at where Taehyung is, on a different side of the garden. A little while ago, he’d been swaying to a jazz number playing softly on the speakers and holding Seokjin’s hands, exaggeratedly convincing him to dance. Seokjin indulged him, his mouth tilted upwards in a half smile.

But Seokjin isn’t there anymore, and Taehyung is talking with Jimin and Sooah, deep in conversation as he pushes his glasses up his nose. In a white t-shirt, tan cardigan and loose brown slacks, he looks as effortlessly handsome as ever.

“We’ve never done anything, just us,” he admits quietly. “I mean… not like this. Not for this long, not this far away. At least, I’ve never…” He sniffles, his heart skipping a weak beat when she squeezes his shoulder. “Everything is going to change. One by one, we’re going to be separated.”

“There are breaks, though, right?” she asks. “Like, you get to come home sometimes?”

“Yeah, I guess. A few days here and there.” He glances at her to see her biting her lip, a slight frown on her forehead. “We can’t leave the country, though,” he adds.

He can’t tell if this is news to her. She nods and takes a sip of white wine, looking ahead. “Right.”

“When did this happen?” Jungkook says suddenly. “It feels like we just started touring the world and performing in stadiums and rehearsing in the big practice room at Hybe. We’re still figuring stuff out, doing things for the first time. When did it get this… serious?”

It’s rhetorical, of course; still, he turns to look at Dilara again, who’s looking in another direction, her face pensive. His gaze falls slightly to see her absently playing with the white gold ring around her neck, hanging from a plain silver chain. It’s the one Taehyung allegedly gave her years ago, when they were still only hooking up once every few months.

Back then, Jungkook had thought it was insanely romantic, giving such a personal token to a foreign girl he’d just met. Now, while it’s been a permanent accessory on her since, it sends a twinge of annoyance through his heart whenever he sees it, for it feels like a mark Taehyung’s made on her.

Dilara’s eyes flicker before she turns back to him and sighs. “Are you all planning to go this year?”

“Probably.” He raises his eyebrows. “Has Taehyung hyung decided when he’s going?”

“Not yet,” she mutters. “He’s working on his album now but he said… probably in a few months.” She swallows. “Fuck, you’re right. When did it get this serious?”

“At least he knows you’ll be here, waiting for him,” he murmurs after a moment. “He has… I don’t know, like an anchor. So does Jimin. And Namjoon and Hobi…”

Dilara frowns. “Is that what this is about? You think no one’s going to be waiting for you?”

She sounds so incredulous that he sighs and rolls his eyes. “No, I know people will be waiting. My parents and my friends and -” He glances at her very quickly before looking away. “But their lives will move on. I’m not saying yours won’t,” he adds quickly. “But it’s different.”

Dilara doesn’t say anything immediately. Jungkook panics mildly, wondering if he’s let too much slip. “It’s not different,” she says eventually. “I know it probably seems like it should be, but it really isn’t. You think I’m not going to miss you, JK?” she asks, cutting him off when he opens his mouth to argue. “Of course I am. I’m going to miss you every single day. I’m going to miss Tae so much I can’t breathe, but… I’m going to miss you, too. I’m going to miss Jimin like crazy, I’m going to miss Hobi wishing me luck before every single race without fail. So don’t for a second get it in your head that no one’s going to be here, waiting for you to come back.”

Jungkook falls silent. He’s genuinely afraid of what he might say if he opens his mouth, even as he feels his eyes filling up. He wishes she wouldn’t leave, that by some miracle, he might be the one she missed so much she couldn’t breathe. 

Dilara gives him a small, encouraging smile. “I need to get a stronger drink,” she says, taking a deep breath. “When I see you next, I expect you to be at least fifty percent less self-pitying.” She grabs his chin affectionately and kisses him on the cheek. “I’m going to miss the hell out of you, Jeon Jungkook,” she repeats with the same smile, before standing up and walking away.

“I’ll miss you, too, baby,” he whispers, unable to look away as she heads to the bar. “So much I can’t breathe.”

A few seconds pass while Jungkook’s eyes continue to follow her as she gets her drink and drifts over to Taehyung. She joins the group of three and stands next to him, leaning against his side and dropping her head on his shoulder without a word as their conversation continues. Even from here, Jungkook can see Taehyung frown slightly before it disappears; a moment later, his arm comes around her as he continues talking to Sooah.

Someone else takes a seat next to him. “Jungkook,” says Seokjin gently, continuing even when he doesn’t respond, “am I wrong or… did that sound like something Taehyung should be saying to her?”

Jungkook’s heart stops for a moment - but only for a moment, and faintly. He waits for the panic he’s been dreading this whole time, at the prospect of someone finding out his darkest secret, his deepest shame. It’s there, but there’s also the slow, unexpected trickle of cautious relief at the fact that someone knows, that it no longer needs to stay festering inside him.

He tears his eyes away from her and drops them to the ground. “It’s just - just a crush,” he answers in a low voice. “It’s no big deal.” When Seokjin doesn’t respond immediately, Jungkook snaps up to look at him. “Just… please don’t tell… anyone.”

Seokjin nods, but Jungkook knows he’s caught the pause before the last word. 

“It’s nothing,” he says. “It’s - it’s just… it’ll go away.” Even to his own ears, the words sound unconvincing. He’s sure Seokjin doesn’t believe him but to his credit, the older member doesn’t argue.

“How are you doing?” he asks instead. “You’re not mingling?”

“Not really in a mingling mood, hyung,” mutters Jungkook, looking down again.

“Hey, come on, now,” says Seokjin, his tone teasing as he bumps Jungkook’s shoulder. “You aren’t allowed to be in a worse mood than me.”

“You don’t seem to be in a bad mood at all,” observes Jungkook. “I saw you talking to Nari - you seemed to be having fun.”

“Fun is a reach,” he says lightly. “But, yeah, it’s nice to catch up.” He’s silent for a few seconds. “Really nice.”

Jungkook doesn’t respond. His eyes find Dilara again, now alone with Taehyung as they stand closely under a tree with fairy lights hanging from it. Her back is to Jungkook; she seems to be saying something, her curls moving slightly as she talks, while Taehyung listens intently. A few moments later, he nods and says something with a small smile which makes her hit him on the shoulder and turn to walk away. Taehyung’s smile widens as he pulls her back by the wrist before kissing her forehead and wrapping her in a hug.

It’s not the kind of hug she gives Jungkook, though; no, this one is intimate, protective, with Taehyung’s arms enclosing her and her head resting on his chest. His forearms look sinewy from here, steady around her while he rests his cheek against the side of her head. For one heart-stopping moment, it seems as though Taehyung catches his eye but the next moment it’s gone. He murmurs something to her, she nods, and he takes her hand as they walk out of the main garden towards the smaller areas flanking it.

“Don’t sit here by yourself, Jungkook,” says Seokjin softly, and Jungkook looks up to see him following the direction of his gaze. “It’s not going to help.”

He exhales deeply but nods. “Yeah. I’ll be fine, hyung,” he adds, glancing at Seokjin.

Seokjin once again doesn’t look convinced, but doesn’t argue. “Alright. I’ll check in on you later, okay?” Patting Jungkook on the shoulder, he stands up to leave.

Seokjin doesn’t feel much like drinking tonight, or even eating. There’s a physical exhaustion all the way down to his bones that’s keeping him from being able to have even the shortest conversations. He glances over at Jungkook, who’s now standing alone by the bar, looking in the direction of the garden with his eyes unfocused.

Turning away, he spots Nari by one of the gazebos, sitting on a ledge with her feet dangling a few inches above the ground. He takes a few seconds to watch her, not entirely sure what he’s seeing, but trying to drink in the fact that somehow, inadvertently, she’s here. After a moment, he begins walking towards her.

Everything they’d talked about since she’d arrived had been easy, light, right on the surface; it was nice and familiar, and all his group members had interacted with her seamlessly, a result of years of friendship by association. But it feels incomplete, especially with the unknown chasm in between now and the next time he might see her.

“Hey,” he says, passing her and taking a seat on the ledge next to her, leaving a respectable distance between them.

“Hi,” she replies, setting her phone down. “Sorry, I got a call from the hospital. I need to head out in a few, actually.”

Seokjin frowns. “Already?”

“Yeah… I’m technically on call. It’s why I’m not drinking,” she adds, waving her glass of fresh lime soda in her other hand. “How are you doing?”

He’s about to nod and say something upbeat, but it’s too tiring. “Kind of want this night to be over, if I’m being honest.”

“What?” Nari looks back at the garden. “Your friends threw you such a nice dinner. You haven’t even eaten anything yet.”

“I know, I know and I’m grateful…” He sighs and leans forward, resting his elbows on his thighs. “It’s more for them than it is for me. They need it, in a way.”

She nods but doesn’t say anything for a few seconds. “Thanks for inviting me, by the way. I mean, I know it was Hoseok who technically did but even so, after -”

“Don’t date him.” Seokjin doesn’t realise he’s interrupted her until she abruptly stops talking. “Don’t… don’t date Jason.”

The silence that follows this time is quieter, palpable in its unexpected nature. Seokjin’s heart beats unevenly; Nari’s words from earlier tonight about she and Jason just hanging out and nothing serious seemed like a mildly relieving update then, but it’s only now that he realises it’s been on his mind ever since.

Nari clears her throat awkwardly. “What?”

“I know I have no right to ask you this - I guess I’m not even really asking,” he explains quickly, shaking his head at how incoherent he probably sounds. “I just… I just had to say it.” And then, quieter, he sighs. “I don’t want to wake up one day and be in love with someone else’s girlfriend.”

“Are you?” she asks after a moment. “In love with me?”

Seokjin opens his mouth to answer but the words aren’t there. He finally looks at her to see her staring back, almost defiantly. “Does it make a difference?” he asks softly, shrugging. “I’m leaving in thirty-six hours.”

He waits for her to disagree, but her eyes flicker and she turns away. “Why didn’t you tell me you and Seulgi broke up?”

“I almost did,” he admits. But I thought it was too late. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a not-serious thing with Jason?”

“I didn’t think it mattered.”

“Why would you think that?”

“Because you were with Seulgi!” she exclaims. “Or I thought you were, anyway. And besides, it’s not like we’re gossiping about our love lives like we used to before. We haven’t been - that close in a long time.”

Seokjin bites his lip and nods, defeated. His mind is moving almost sluggishly, a mountain of emotions struggling to fall into place. “Yeah, I know,” he mutters, dropping his head. “I’m sorry I brought it up.”

“Seokjin, are you -” She breaks off, taking a deep breath. “Are you asking me to… wait for you?”

He bites his lip. “Is that really so terrible?”

She groans quietly, shaking her head. “What the fuck, Seokjin?” she whispers, running her hands down her face..

“I’m not, though. I’m not - I swear I’m not,” he says quickly. “I know I can’t ask you to do that. I just… I’m struggling with… I don’t know, just picturing what everything will be like in eighteen months and I can’t…” He exhales shakily. “I’m struggling with eighteen months. I’m struggling with…” He feels his throat tighten and tries to swallow. “I’m just struggling,” he finishes tiredly.

Nari doesn’t say anything for a few moments. Seokjin is too afraid to look at her, but he can feel the atmosphere being weighed down with notes of sympathy. 

“I get it,” she says in a small voice. “As well as I can, I guess. What have your friends said?”

“I can’t talk to them about this,” he says, shaking his head. “They’re having a hard enough time dealing with all this as it is, so I can’t make it worse. The only person I can talk to about it is -” Here, he breaks off and finally looks at her, feeling a yearning for familiarity and comfort so strong that it hurts his heart.

Her body moves very slightly and for a moment, he thinks she’s about to reach for his hand. But she doesn’t and the moment passes.

“I’m glad Hobi ran into you,” he says. “He’s got a big mouth, but… for once I’m glad.”

Nari smiles. “Me, too. I would’ve kicked your arse if you’d left without saying goodbye.” Her smile fades slightly as her eyes soften. “I’m sorry, Jinnie,” she murmurs. “I should’ve realised this was coming. Especially after you turned thirty. I should’ve been there.”

Thirty. The day had been quiet, with a company schedule just like any other day. He’d realised only at the end of the day, after he’d got a text from Nari, that that was all he was going to get from her.

“Do you remember that deal we made?” he asks after a moment, a part of him knowing that he’s walking into potentially uncomfortable territory again. But what’s the point of keeping it all in? he reasons desperately.

Nari goes still. “Yeah,” she says lightly. “I remember.”

“Guess we really overshot on that one, huh?” he half-chuckles, the sound sounding hollow to his own ears.

“Seokjin.”

“I’m not asking for anything.”

“It sounds like you are.” She swallows. “Everything is too different now. You’re - Seokjin, you’re leaving.”

“I know that.”

“And I’m -”

“With Jason,” he finishes.

“Forget Jason,” she says dismissively. “You’re not the only one who’s realised we’re thirty. My mother has been setting me up with eligible bachelors since I was twenty-five and I’ve been resisting her but at some point, I’m going to give up.”

Seokjin scoffs, his heart jolting. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying eighteen months is a long time. And you can’t - you can’t do this now. Seokjin -” She scoots a little closer to him. “I’m always going to be your friend. Even when you get out. But I can’t be in this limbo for the next year and a half and you definitely can’t be.”

He can’t recall the last time Nari saw him cry. He isn’t about to start now.

“I know. I know, Nari,” he repeats, his voice weighed down. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I fucked everything up so much. I’m sorry I still am. The timing just -”

“Yeah,” she agrees in a murmur, and he wonders if he’s imagining the disappointment in her voice. “The timing’s always sucked.”

They haven’t been this close in a long time, not since the night in the rain. Their eyes meet for a moment before Seokjin lowers his gaze, the realisation that it’s too late being heartbreaking yet akin to a morbid kind of closure.

“I need to get back to the hospital,” she says apologetically, hopping off the ledge a second before he does. “And I’m sure you need to get back to the dinner, too. But I’m really glad we had a chance to talk,” she adds, sounding like she means it.

Seokjin nods, but her voice feels far away. Eighteen months. Disjointing images float around haphazardly in his mind, of ex-girlfriends, of conversations over jajjangmyeon and of Nari’s mother’s obsession with her nuptials. It’s overwhelming, but he’d promised her he wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye. Taking a step forward, he kisses her gently.

She hesitates but responds, her hands coming up to lightly rest on his forearms. After everything that’s happened, Seokjin is inclined to believe that this, at least, is one regret he won’t carry around for the rest of his life. When they break apart after a few seconds, he keeps his eyes squeezed shut for a moment longer before opening them and meeting her eyes again.

“You aren’t asking me to wait for you,” she whispers shakily. “But that’s what you want.” 

It sounds almost like a question, a bit like an accusation, and nothing like a goodbye. But Seokjin is sure he isn’t going to answer, for nothing good can come of it. Instead, he wraps his arms around her, pulling her close. He can’t remember the last time they hugged; from the way her arms go up as well, almost like she’s forgotten how to return it, he’s fairly certain she’s realised it, too.

It hurts. Seokjin’s face screws up and he drops his head onto her shoulder, trying with all his energy to stay still and not let his body move with every silent lament of their friendship and everything else that could have been. He kisses the side of her head and steps away, knowing his eyes are probably red enough for her to notice.

“Take care, Nari,” he says gruffly, clearing his throat. “Keep in touch.”

Her eyes are red, too, as is the tip of her nose as she visibly clenches her jaw. Seokjin moves to leave, walking past her before he realises he never answered her question.

“You know that time we thought you might be pregnant?” he asks, stopping and turning around. He can tell she wasn’t expecting this, but she nods slowly. “I would’ve given up everything for you. I was going to. And I couldn’t wait.” He pauses, hearing his voice tremble. “I should’ve told you that.”

Nari is trying to hold back tears, too - he can tell. But it’s too late. With a half-hearted attempt at a smile, Seokjin turns back around and heads to the dinner.

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[divineangel1103]

"I wanna be taller!"

That's what I often say and I mean those words every time. I can't keep relying on my heels every time as I'm starting to develop an idiopathic toe or just walking on my tiptoes and having an uncomfortable time whenever I try to plant my feet firmly on the ground. Not to mention it was affecting my posture! I had to go to a physical therapist with my mom to get it fixed. Unfortunately, momma wasn't allowed in since the therapist would like me to be independent and think on my own. It was so cool, I feel like a grown up! The therapist was a really tall man, I don't quite know how old he is but he looked like he could be my papa. Except he's more handsome and gentlemanly than him!

"So that's the reason why you're always wearing those shoes?"

I remember him asking, I couldn't see his face but I could hear the sound of a chuckle in his voice. He would use his huge hands to push my hips down and my chest backwards as I tried to lay my foot evenly on the ground. He kept my hips still as it tried to push back while trying to keep my chest from pushing forward. He only stopped when I started whimpering about it being strenuous. I was a little too focused on myself that I didn't notice his fingers brushing against my nipples and plump area of my ass.

"There's other ways for little girls to grow taller you know?"

The therapist would say nonchalantly as he wrote up activities I could do on my own to improve my condition. I was immediately intrigued, my eyes sparkling as tugged on his shirt, begging him to show me. Maybe I was too naive. I should've asked more questions when he told me to get on my knees with my mouth open and he'll give me a secret formula to make me taller.

"The way to get taller, little one, is to take the genes of someone taller. So you can suck on this to ensure you'll grow, okay?"

He gently whispered as he unzipped his pants, his huge cock slapping against my little face. I wasn't too sure what he was doing but thankfully, he was kind enough to push it inside my mouth. I made sure to suck it like a lollipop, my tongue restlessly lapping against the veins that littered his shaft as he pushed it in deeper. I didn't try to protest, why should I? He's being a good therapist by helping me reach my goal. He was so gentle, so sweet as he wiped my tears while sawing his hard cock in and out of my hole. Praises falling from his lips as he gripped my twin tails and using them as leverage to use my throat. It was painful... I don't like painful things... But he kept saying I'm a good girl, saying that I'll grow after this, I have to get through it. I looked up at him for the first time since this ordeal started and I shivered. His hair was matted to his forehead, his face contorted in pleasure and his eyes were full of predatory glee. His kind words didn't match his look and harsh movements as he took what he wanted. Soon, my mouth was filled with a foreign taste, the viscous liquid choking me and forcing me to swallow it all. I cried as soon as he pulled out while he gathered me in his arm, cooing and cleaning me up. I sobbed about wanting my mommy, my voice hoarse and aching. He just shushed me as he placed a lollipop inside my mouth, the sweetness mixing with the weird liquid and creating a weirdly addicting flavor.

"There you go, good girl. Let's keep doing this so you grow taller, every week. I have other places to fill where it'll be much more effective but you gotta keep it a secret, people might get jealous that you're growing tall fast."

I felt him reach under my dresses to cup my pussy through my panties and make me squirm as he talked about other places to fill. His touch made me tingly and hot. It was a funny feeling that I didn't mind. I gave him a little kiss and a pinky promise to come back, excited for more tingly feeling and mystery milk!

[daydreamsandafternoonteafics]

Someday, Maybe

A Let's Pretend It's Love drabble

MASTERLIST

"Y' awake, babe?"

I blink, trying to fight the sleep that stirs in my eyes. My gaze shifts to the window, realizing how much the sky has darkened and that we still have a ways to go before we're back in London.

I turn to Harry, drinking in his profile whilst squinting at him in the dark.

"Yeah, I kind of dosed off a bit," I stifle a yawn, placing a hand over my mouth. "but I'll stay awake to keep you company."

I reach over the console, grabbing hold of his hand. He smiles softly as I lace our fingers together, his eyes never leaving the road. It'd been a long day for both of us, having left London quite early that morning to spend the day in Cheshire with Harry's family.

Having not seen Anne, Robin, and Gemma for a while, I was excited to catch up with them all. The highlight for Harry however was getting to see Tabitha and Connor, his small niece and nephew. He absolutely adored them, always spoiling them rotten with affection and showering them with one gift or another.

The love he had for them was much like the love a father would have for his own children but it didn't come as a surprise.

Everyone who knew Harry Styles knew that he loved fiercely and completely.

" M' not gonna crash" he rasp. "I had a massive cup of coffee before leaving Mum's. Go to sleep if you want."

I give his hand a squeeze.

"I'd rather be up with you,"

Harry hums,still keeping his gaze on the road. Things are dead silent, the radio's turned off and I figure I have to start conversation before I fall asleep once and for all.

"Your mum's pot roast was amazing," I yawned. "And Connor, he's getting so big,"

He grins.

"I know, I remember holdin' him in my arms when he was just a couple days old," he pauses, running his tongue against his bottom lip. "and then I blinked,"

"That's the way it's supposed to go for kids I guess, one day, they're tiny little sweet things and the next they're fully grown and hella obnoxious," I replied.

Harry chuckles.

"Obnoxious or not, any good parent would worship the ground their little one walks on. I know I would,"

His hold tightens on my hand and he goes silent once more. I assume the conversation is over and I close my eyes, hoping to settle back into sleep when he speaks again.

"Have you ever thought about what it would be like?" he questions slowly.

My eyebrows furrow and my eyes fly open.

"About what would be like?"

"You know," Harry drawls, hesitation evident in his voice. "parenthood. Have you ever thought about raising kids of your own?"

The question looms in the air and my breath hitches in my throat. It was no secret that I could be quite the selfish person. Having kids was one of the furthest thoughts from my mind.

"No, not really."

Now, don't get me wrong. I found children to be very cute and enjoyed being around Tabitha and Connor, but I also had many personal goals in mind and was a strong advocate for all types of contraception, making sure to take birth control daily.

Harry and I had been together for over a year and had yet to go condomless due to my somewhat secretive fear of a surprise pregnancy.

"Not even once?" he questions.

"No, not really," I reply once again.

Harry signs deeply and from the corner of my eye I can see his expression shift.

"But, wouldn't you- wouldn't you wanna have kids, with me?"

The tone in his voice nearly screams desperation and I'm almost afraid I'd hit some kind of nerve.

"Harry, you know I love you very much," I started. "but children, that's a big step yeah?"

I take in a deep breath, feeling that this conversation will lead to an argument but hoping that it won't.

"You don't think I'd be a good dad?" he questions, his tone a bit sharp.

"That's not what I'm trying to say, H," I sighed. "there's not a doubt in my mind that you'd be an amazing father, I just-I just think it's too soon to even think about raising kids."

With that I go silent, gently prying my hand from Harry's grasp and folding my arms across my chest before turning my attention to the dark of night outside my window.

I hope he gets the picture that I want the conversation to be over but in typical Styles fashion, he has to go and push the envelope.

"That's not just all there is it, is it?" he drawls.

I sigh, defeated, knowing that Harry is once again successful in seeing through me. With other people I could be so guarded, so hard to read, but with him I was as transparent as glass.

"Who are you kidding, H? I'd be a horrible mum, we both know it. "

The corner of his lips curve up into a grin.

"You really think that, yeah?"

He chuckles and my eyebrows furrow.

"Why do you think this is funny?" I question.

""Because, I disagree," he smiles running a hand through his hair. "I think you'd be an excellent mum."

"Yeah?" I ask, a small grin tugging at the corner of my lips.

"Of course. You're a natural with Tabs and Connor. And I could totally see you being my wife and the mother of my children,"

I can feel my cheeks burn, my heart swelling with happiness, my stomach pooling with excited energy.

Right then and there, I could see it: a cozy home with flowers in a small garden, mail addressed to me in the surname Styles, Harry's photographs decorating the walls, and tiny feet toddling along the hardwood floors. It was a sweet, comforting picture of the future, one that I wouldn't mind peeking at again.

I don't know what to say so I reach over pressing a kiss to his mouth whilst we're stopped at a traffic light.

"I don't want you to feel like I'm pressurin' you or anything," Harry speaks once we've pulled away. "My vision doesn't gave to be yours,"

"But I like your vision," I grin, grabbing hold of his hand. "let's just not plan anything, I want everything to happen naturally,"

He grins.

"It'll all happen. Someday, maybe."

[walpu]

while I'm waiting for my second flight this day here's some infodump about my oc, one day I'll write some reader insert based on them god bless

Their name is Andreas but they go as Andy or Rea, rarely using their full name.

He/they

They're a Stellaron hunter with a personal vendetta again the IPC and the future Elio promised them is the one where they watch the IPC crumbles by their hands

looks

drawn by wonderful @/kenwnyan ❤️

picrew 1 picrew 2 picrew 3

style

they haven't decided yet if he wants to look like a gothic young lord or like a gangster in leather so he just mixes it up

music themes

path&type

quantum destruction

lore details

He's from an ocean world, the water is everywhere but it's impossible to drink it due to the salt. The climate change also made the weather unusually hot

People on their planet can manipulate their blood flow to a certain degree

Rea's abilities were always extraordinary compared to his kind but after genetic modifications they became truly unique. Also deadly :)

They're a living voodoo doll, as long as they have at least a drop of someone's blood, they can transfer their wounds (even tge fatal ones) to this person (they can also transfer this person's wounds to themselves but they rarely do it)

Genetic modifications weren't consensual btw. They were done by a group of ipc researchers and then original goal of the project was harmless. But then the lead researcher was changed to Dottore wannabe and the gory nightmare began

The IPC didn't know about it and never checked on the project much. When Rea eventually killed everyone and run away, the truth came up, and the IPC realized how badly they've fucked up. In order to save some face, they've severely downplayed the issue, put all the blame on the research team and publicly apologized for allowing this tragedy to happen

Oh and they've announced Rea dead too. So now catching them is their priority since they're trying so hard to erase their connection to the IPC

Like it's a huuuuge secret that they are directly connected to the ipc

Andy himself became an intergalactic terrorist with only one goal: to creat as many troubles for the ipc as possible. In fact, the first time he met Aven (the first time they remember at least), he fucked over his deal

The only thing keeping them going was hatred, to the point where they've mindset was practically "as long as I can keep destroying things I hate, I'm alive. As long as I'm able to feel hatred, I exist".

At one point Nanook has turned their gaze on them. Later, when they've joined the Stellaron hunters, Elio reveals to them that their destiny was to became an emanator of destruction. They were lowkey upset they ended up settling for the Stellaron hunters instead lol

They have very shitty memory. Part of this is a trauma response but there's also the fact that they constantly shoot themselves in the head to transfer the injury to their opponent. They regenerate immediately (an important note, they would only regenerate if their voodoo doll mode is activated) but their brain still gets damaged to a degree.

personality

They're immature in a lot of ways. While certainly smart and creative, they're impatient, whiny, a bit of an airhead. They appear bubbly and playful at the first sight, can easily hide their unstable physiological state. May appear nihilistic since they trust Elio so blindly.

Lowkey very attached to the Stellaron hunters but they don't like to admit it. A type of person who would be mistyped as ENTP due to their vibes.

VERY THEATRICAL also prone to escapism.

[moirindeclermont]

It's day 23 and it seems fair to announce I'm going to do until day 30 and then taking 3/4 days of pause - maybe some memes will sneak in (I'm writing a bigger fic for the 31 but idk if it's going to be ready by the 31th). Later today I'll post my ideas for November because I want your input as well, like always.

Prompt for today is non genital orgasm and multiple orgasm 😈 (this could also be counted as a first time we didn't see)

" I bet you can't make me come without touching my core," as soon as the words are out, Pen realizes her mistake.

Never tell a Bridgerton "I bet you can't", they will haunt you the rest of your days until proven wrong.

This case is no different.

Colin is watching her with a big smile on his face, as he gets close to her with a clear goal in mind. She shivers. Pen knows that Colin is nothing but determined when it comes to her pleasure.

They are in bed, so she hasn't a stay on. Better for him, because he just lifts her nightgown to expose her and kissing her nipples. She sighs, as she relaxes against the headpost, his other hand going to harder her other bud.

"You are going to eat your words, little minx," he says with such confidence, as if he's in a secret that she has no clue about it.

As he rolls her bud on his tongue, she feels the first clues of pleasure in her belly.

"Especially when you have the most exquisite pair of t1ts I've ever seen," he adds as he bites lightly on her left, the right one being pinched. Oh... She might be in trouble.

"And I have all the time in the world to make you come like this," his head gets up for a moment to give her a kiss before returning to it's previous position.

After a while, he switches, as she lets out a moan. He continues like this, switching every 2 to 3 minutes, until she can feel her wetness.

She moans, gripping his hair. Her bosom has never been so sensitive. It's like someone strapped a thread between her chest and her core, and now every single thing he does it's like she is experiencing it there. She pushes her hips, begging for a more direct stimulation, but he is not giving her a thing. "Last thing I want is you telling me I cheat," Colin says, before deploying his secret weapon.

He takes the nipples in his fingers and rolls it.

She buckles under him, as she feels herself getting closer and closer.

"See, my love, when it comes to your pleasure, the key is building up and consistency. If I keep this up," and now he is rolling both of her buds, driving her crazy, "you'll going to come soon."

Pen gasps as her release takes her. She feels her core clutching around nothing, as her head swims in pleasure.

"And since I won, I get to decide the prize," he says taking himself in hand.

He opens her legs and finds her soaked. "Just perfect," he says giving a kiss to her pearl, before pushing inside her. She comes again. She has never come so fast in her life. "Yes, Pen, squeeze me like that," he waits until she is calmer before thrusting into her again. "So wet for me, always so wet for me," kissing her and touching her chest again, now so sensitive she could come again just from that.

He makes her release again with his length.

"Now, I already won, but I'm an overachiever, would you not agree?" He grins as he takes that opportunity to touch her with his tongue. Pen is asking herself if someone can go insane from too much pleasure. She feels another wave coming and she can only grip his head as her hips moves against him.

"Last one," he says and Pen is not even understanding words at this point. He drives into her again and she just sobs at that point, as Colin hits her spot inside and release right after her.

He is so smug when she opens her eyes again (she didn't even realized she had closed them). He kisses her and touches her chest. "Too sensitive," she says to him and Colin just gets up, picks a towel, using it to slowly and carefully clean her, making sure she is comfortable.

"I should remember to never bet with a Bridgerton," she tells him and Colin chuckles.

"You should remember you are a Bridgerton and you can ask for a rerun," and that's the moment Colin realizes the mistake he made.

[chantiying]

You have a new message, would you accept it?

How to choose? Take a deep breath, close your eyes, think about that/those person/people you have something inconclusive with (if you can't think about anyone it's ok, dw) then choose the image that calls to you better

1 2 3

Before to start, sorry for any mistakes or grammar error. English is not my first language

Remember tarot is not set on stone and you can change your path whenever you want. This is for entertainment purposes

This reading is general so if it doesn't resonate with you just let it go

Option 1

I know you're still upset about the way all of this happened. I know you don't understand why I had to go away. You think I let you alone and I didn't really care about it. I know you think I was selfish all I did was look out for my own good. I know you keep blaming me for the things I did to our family. I know that, even if I say to you my reasons they are still just excuses to your ears. I needed to walk away, I was tired. It was the best, it was fair. I had to understand who am I, I had to mature but it doesn't matter anymore, does it?

I'll be back, any moment. I know that hearing that scars you a lot, I know it bothers you "go back?" "For what?" "To destroy all the the life I built in your absence?" Yeah, I break your heart, I was the person you trusted the most , I broke our little world, I broke us, and you are still afraid of trusting in me again, but could you give me another chance? Take your time to respond my petition. I promise I'll understand if you don't want to see me again, but I'm serious about that I want to make things work for us this time.

For some of you, this could be a male figure in your family.

Two more messages for you.

Take a rest, honey. You don't have to be the one who is always fixing everything. The solution for the pain you're feeling right now is not overexerting yourself. Don't worry, things gonna be ok.

This could be from someone who passed away.

The last message could be an ex lover

Something that ended because of people talking in your back, hidden secrets that came to light. Tbh, I feel that this person don't have any interest in fix anything. Maybe they are happy that all of that happened and the way it all ended.

Additional information.

I feel like in this pile there's a lot of young energy. Maybe that person was too young or the separation occurred when both of you where young or you were young when all of this happened.

I feel that for some of you the root of all your failed relationships is because of the message of the first person

Maybe you've been suffering from sore throat or neck pain and I feel that it could be because you don't know have to express your emotions. It's ok to cry and scream, if you feel like crying, just do it, everything will be alright, ok?

Option 2

I feel like this person is upset or mad. Probably the relationship ended because of an argument. One of you was not in their best moment (maybe one of you passed or is passing through depression or anxiety)

I had to go, it was for the better. This, the thing we had it had neither head nor foot. I do accept we had a lot of good memories, you were my sun, but it doesn't mean we were meant to be. Do you know what? Sometimes, when I think about us, the first memories that came to my mind are those where I felt tied to you. We were going to nowhere. We had different paths, different dreams, different goals. I actually think we share the blame in this one, and, I still blame you for the kind of love you gave to me. It was too suffocating. It was like when you water a flower, you know what I mean? You were drowning me. I needed to make a decision, the better for me, and I don't regret doing it

This could be a past friendship

This is another message it could be from a female figure.

Don't be silly. You need to be less immature and spoiled. Will you realize at some point that you are being your own worst enemy? I know you're thinking about me like a killjoy or like i'm bitter, but my only wish is for you to open your eyes and put your feet on the ground. Do you remember when you were happy only with what you had? Do you remember when you played with all your friends and relatives? Do you remember all the scenarios you imagined and all of those were easy to resolve just with laughs and superpowers? I want you to be that little kid again. I want to hear your laugh until your belly hurts. I want you to be more kind with yourself and with the others. I want you to let go whatever its making you feel bad. I want you to start dancing by your own, my love.

Some of you have a nickname inspired on nature "sun" "bunny" "peach" "twinkle" or you have a name related to flowers or stars.

I feel like some of you either are emotionally unstable or feel a little too much.

Maybe you are fan of Taylor Swift and like the rain

Option 3

I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for being the villain of your story. I feel so sorry for stealing your confidence. I'm so sorry because I know I'm the reason of your nightmares/insomnia. I'm sorry you don't feel good enough and all of that is my fault. It's horrible to be the person who hurt the one who most loved me. You were my wish came true. You were the madness I needed to keep me sane, it doesn't make sense, does it? I could have done better, I know. I'd have done better to give you all the things you deserve. I guess it's too late to own up to my mistakes. Now I've lost you

I don't want you to forgive me (maybe I do want to) I want to tell you that I love the person you are now. All of that is because of YOU. I just destroyed you. You had to pass through a lot. Sometimes I wish I could talk to you. Would you give me an opportunity? All the fights, all the arguments, all the screaming and crying. I'm so sorry, I'm really really sorry. I know I took you away from me. If it's worth it, I also wake up at night thinking I could have done better

I love you, I always have

I don't want to wreck your plans. I don't want to turn your world upside down. Am I being greedy for saying that I miss you? I know I'm the king of victimized myself, I'm aware of that. I'll try to change for better, even if it doesn't matter anymore. I have what I deserve and I hope you get what you deserve for loving someone who didn't know how to love you in return

This could be an ex lover but it could be a person who took "care" of you when you were a child too

Let your inner child to heal. Play with them, enjoy and do the things you want to do but you don't do for fear of being judged

I have a plan for you! What if you choose some animated movies, cartoons you liked when you were a child and enjoy your evening watching them?

You're so brave and strong, I admire you, keep going

I feel like you have a good taste on music

This is my first reading, hope you all like it

Alic (Chanty) 🪽

[isa-ghost]

I Never Left The Birdhouse Crumbs!

For anyone confused, INLTBH is the new angst fic I'm working on! :D I plan on starting it sometime after AMFMN finishes.

I'm trying to keep a handful of things secret for the moment, because my goal for the fic is for people to have fun theorizing about everything. Eventually, I'll post all of the foreshadowing hints somewhere.

But here's what I'm willing to share for now!

All Phil remembers is the canon lore, aka the initial luring to the Birdhouse and then being trapped inside & abandoned by Cucurucho.

I'm taking the derealization we didn't get a ton of elaboration on and fucking RUNNING.

Missa, Fit, Pac, and Foolish are DEFINITELY involved. BBH will probably have a cameo.

I have 5 chapters planned so far, hopefully it won't be more than 10 when the whole thing is done.

The Federation is conducting... business as usual. (derogatory)

ALSO, multiple people have already asked me for songs I'm going to reference or muse to while working on the fic, so here's what I've got so far:

OBVIOUSLY I'm using WYOYL, it's THE Birdhouse song.

Echo is very fitting for the derealization themes, and some lyrics will be chapter titles!

Floating Dream & An Ordinary Day are also canon Phil lore songs that are related to Phil's derealization (and EK/Rose but that's irrelevant here)

Circles & Secret Garden's lyrics are pure Phil pain. :)

Carousel's chorus is primarily what's doing it for me here, but even if it isn't a perfect fit, it's a fucking BANGER and this is a good excuse to share it.

Metronome's lyrics are INLTBH Deathduo :')

[serpenlupus]

Remember what I said about the Regency AU consuming my thoughts? Well xD

This comic is how I imagine Altavir and Wyll's first meeting would go, like a regency version of the tiefling party. Of course Altavir would have heard about captain Ravengard and such, but not actually met him (and obviously he dislikes him on principle from the beginning. REASONS)

In here, it took me some time to decide what shape Altavir's story could take in this AU, because his key is that he has a secret that shapes his identity and is related to his body. In bg3 he is a Tiefling but his father made him look and live as a human, I thought here he could be an intersex person and his father makes him portray two different people to advance his own goals (what those are I'm not sure yet), in this case he protrays himself as Altavir and also his cousin (insert name here), who conveniently lives in the country side

Of course part of the fun is that Altavir tries to avoid Wyll but they keep coinciding until a friendship starts and then, whoops falling in love with my best friend? Unexpected, appalling, I'm never saying anything but oh whoops he starts a courtship with my Lady persona? Well I'll have to keep up with it even though I'm deeply, painfully aware that there are numerous expectations from a lady that I physically cannot fulfil

We'll have so much fun

I thought of some details and Altavir is pretty good at keeping the personas separate and behaving very differently in accordance to the social norms of the time, but sometimes he gets too comfortable and lets his guard down just a bit...

Also of course I had to add Shadowheart to the mix, she and Altavir will always be besties no matter the universe, but they need a frenemies phase XDDDD

(and Nocturne, I think she'd have a bigger role in the Au opposite to the game)

[teamoon7]

So, after the last chapter

I've seen multiple theories so I want to know what most people think

(Click bellow if you wanna read my long rambles about it lol)

I actually am having very mixed opinions/theories on this?

(I'll also write some concerns over the course of the story and etc in the middle, so be warned if you don't like to read this type of thing)

It makes total sense for Kafka to sacrifice himself and even die here, because in a way, he already kinda accomplished his main goal- he DID fight alongside Mina in this final battle (and even acted like a captain while mina was his support), so his arc already had some kind of closure. Also, 8's whole purpose of existing will kinda be fulfilled the moment they manage to defeat the great kaiju (Idk if it has a name lol), so it's death would also make total sense for the narrative. Plus saying something is irreversible only to, chapters after, show that actually there WAS a secret way to reverse all of this, kinda makes the whole "it was irreversible" thing pointless, and I don't think they'd want to go for that.

At the same time, I'm pretty sure it was said in an interview that Matsumoto doesn't like being too cruel in the story? Plus we only had one major character death up until now lol, not a single important death in this final arc, and I can't really remember any characters that had something irreversible and tragic happen to them in the whole story (most close we got to that was when hoshina almost lost his arm but actually didn't), so with what we had up until now I'm not sure if it's likely that we'll have a depressing ending?

I really have no idea if they're gonna keep the "things are kinda tragic but most characters won't get TOO traumatized or injured" thing or if they'll actually make the most important character have a tragic ending

I also don't know if we have any information on how many chapters we have left, because I'm pretty sure I read somewhere that the manga is close to ending... So if we have a big enough amount of chapters left, I think it would be more likely that this whole thing with Kafka would at least be resolved in some sort of way, with him surviving and being able to still live a happy life somehow. If we actually only have a few chapter left (like idk, 12-20) I don't think we even would have enough time to develop and reverse this, so I think it'd be more likely for him to die.

I also saw recently the "he'll be turned into a weapon for mina to use" theory and it actually makes so much sense because mina is the only major character that didn't have any arc getting a full suit weapon and learning how to use it, so it would be a nice way to give her a weapon that actually has a VERY important connection to her (bc a character as important as her can't be the only one to be left out and not get a numbered suit, right???). It would be very tragic but also very cool

(If I'm being honest, I kinda wanted them to go for the cliche "Kafka goes berserk and everyone has to tragically fight him, but everyone just can't KILL him because they all just love him so much, so in the middle of the fight they manage to actually just contain him somehow so they don't HAVE to kill him, and they all try to find a solution to somehow still keep him alive" because I'm just a sucker for this type of thing and for characters being emotional lol, but I don't think that's happening)

Anyway, if they go with any of the tragic endings, I just hope the characters will suffer SO I CAN SUFFER TOGETHER WITH THEM

Pls Matsumoto, make them cry, make them go through grief (even the most unlikely ones like hoshina, mina and maybe even Narumi), make ME cry together with them- it would just be so sad (not in a positive way lol) if they mourned over this for like one or 2 chapters and then everyone gets ok after this 😭 if there WILL be drama, I want the drama to actually last and have big impacts, to actually show that the characters CARED, pretty pls 🙏