#u and me anon. together we can change the world

[zarnzarn]

I found your writing on Ao3 while in the Athena tag, absolutely fell in love with odyathpen (odypenath?), came to tumblr to see if there was anything else in the tags here and found your blog. I’m in the trenches now and I blame you (thank you)

hHAHAHHAHA ANOTHER ONE!!!!!! THANK YOU KINDLY, SOON THERE EILL BE MORE!!!! WE ARE ALL IN THE TRENCHES TOGETHER!!!!!

also thank you!!!!

[drewswife]

Labor

summary: y/n went into labor and gave birth to her baby girl and Rafe cried for the first time in a while

contains: mentions of childbirth and blood, Rafe and y/n crying

A/n: I hope it is good but thanks for requesting! anon

The gush was sudden, jolting me awake. I scrambled out of bed, heart pounding. It wasn't a leak, a trickle, or even a slow flow. It was a torrent, soaking through my pajamas and pooling on the floor. "Rafe!" I yelled, my voice hoarse with panic.

He stumbled in, sleep still clinging to his eyes. "What? What is it?"

"My water broke!" I gasped, pointing to the growing puddle around my feet. "It's everywhere!"

Rafe's eyes widened. "Oh my god. Okay, okay, stay calm. I'll call the hospital. Did you pack the bag?"

"I think so," I mumbled, already feeling the contractions starting, each one a sharp, insistent wave.

He dialed the hospital, his voice a low rumble of concern. "Yes, she's having contractions now. ... Yes, we're on our way. ... Okay, thank you." He hung up, his gaze fixed on me. "Time to go. Can you walk?"

I nodded, each step a challenge against the growing intensity of the contractions. Rafe rushed around, grabbing the diaper bag, my phone, and a blanket. We raced out the door, locking the house behind us.

The drive to the hospital was a blur. Rafe drove like a madman, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. I gripped the seat, moaning through each contraction. The world outside the car windows was a kaleidoscope of flashing lights and blurred buildings.

We arrived at the hospital, breathless and disheveled. The nurses rushed us to a delivery room, their faces a mixture of concern and excitement. They hooked me up to monitors, checked my dilation, and prepared me for the long haul.

Hours passed, each contraction more excruciating than the last. I cried out, my voice raw with pain. Rafe held my hand, his grip steady and reassuring. He whispered words of encouragement, his eyes filled with love and worry.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I felt the urge to push. I strained, my muscles burning, my body shaking. With each push, I felt a surge of hope, a flicker of anticipation.

Then, it happened. A sudden rush of pressure, followed by a feeling of release. I heard a cry, a tiny, mewling sound that filled the room with joy.

"It's a girl!" the nurse announced, handing me my baby.

I looked down at her, my heart overflowing. She was perfect, tiny and pink, with a mop of my dark curls. And rafe blue eyes I brought her to my chest, tears streaming down my face.

Rafe leaned over, his eyes shining with tears. "She's beautiful," he whispered.

“What should we name her” i whispered back

Rafe looked at her for a while “sage”

We spent the next few hours in a haze of euphoria. We marveled at our daughter, her tiny fingers and toes, her delicate features. We took turns holding her, our hearts overflowing with love.

As the hours passed, the initial shock of childbirth gave way to a sense of peace. I looked at Rafe, his face etched with exhaustion but also with an indescribable joy. We had done it. We had brought a new life into the world, together.

The next morning, we were discharged from the hospital. As we walked out the door, hand in hand, I felt a wave of emotion wash over me. We had faced a challenge together, and we had come out stronger, our bond deepened by the shared experience.

We walked down the street, our daughter sleeping peacefully in her car seat. Rafe smiled at me, his eyes twinkling. "We did it," he said, his voice filled with wonder.

I nodded, tears welling up in my eyes. We had done it. We had faced the unknown, embraced the pain, and emerged on the other side, changed forever. And as we walked down the street, our hearts filled with love and hope, I knew this was just the beginning of our adventure.

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[tetsumie]

hey! saw that you were accepting reqs for your 1k event (which congrats btw! so deserved) so was wondering if you could do kuroo w/ the prompt "do you love me?" and let it be hurt/comfort plspls & i couldn't think of an au so uh maybe college au ?? (you can pick the au if you don't feel that one) but yeah tysm and u totally don't need to write it if you're too busy. once again congrats on 1k!

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

pairing: college student!kuroo x reader

genre: comfort

content: you come home after a long day to find solace in kuroo who reminds you that you're not alone.

cw: feelings of insecurities and late night overthinking thoughts

a/n: hi anon bby sorry for posting this so lateeee i've been in a little slump lately but writing this helped me out of it so i appreciate you lots! enjoy! (also this is lwk self indulgent sooo hahahahaha)

if burn-out could take human form, it would be you.

it's a late friday night when you finally come home from a long shift from your part-time job. the door closes behind you with a quiet click, and you find yourself sliding down against it, your back pressed against the cold wood. your legs are outstretched in front of you, head bowed low, and your arms lie limp at your sides.

god, you're so tired.

"hey," a familiar voice speaks up and pulls you out of your thoughts. "welcome home."

you slightly lift your head and see that he's crouched down beside you, honey-colored eyes looking at you with concern.

you blink in surprise. "tetsu? what are you-"

"your roommate let me in," he cuts you off, as if he anticipated your question. "don't worry, they're not here, they're out for the night."

"oh."

kuroo studies your features with his gaze lingering on the exhaustion etched into your features. you look so worn out and drained.

he can’t help but feel a pang of worry run through his body.

with no hesitation, he scoops you up in his arms which is answered with a surprised yelp from you. "alright you big baby, let's go take a nice bath, yeah?"

you find yourself sitting in front of him with your chest against his back in the bathtub. the scent of the vanilla bath soap fills the air, and the soft glow of candlelight creates a serene ambiance. kuroo’s chest radiates his warmth as he runs reassuring circles on your shoulders.

"you've been so busy lately, hm?" kuroo starts.

you hum in agreement. "yeah, i guess."

he can feel the tension in your body, the weight of you carrying everything. his fingers trace your body: from your delicate shoulders down to your arms, in hopes of easing the heavy weights on your back.

"have you been picking extra shifts at your job?" he asks, face nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

"yeah," you reply, defeated. "my rent isn't gonna pay itself, y'know."

"i know, baby, i know." he gives a tender kiss on your shoulder blade. "i'm glad we could spend some time together today though. you really need a break."

"i'm okay," you say out loud.

are you trying to convince him that you're okay or yourself?

you turn your head to face him and his flushed cheeks are close to yours.

he's so handsome.

without thinking, your hand reaches out to his face, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. he smiles into the kiss, holding you close, refusing to let you go just yet. he lets you cling to him for the rest of the time in the tub as he washes the dirt and tension off your back.

later, as the both of you dry up, kuroo can't help but keep sneaking glances at you.

he knows you’re tired.

he could tell from the moment you were slumped against the front door. he sees it in the distant look in your eyes, the way your mind always seems to be elsewhere, even when you’re together

his whole world (you) was falling apart.

he knew that you were overworking yourself, pushing yourself beyond your limits, and he felt helpless watching it all unfold in front of him.

and to top it off, you’d been avoiding him, making excuses.

something is wrong.

after changing into one of your (his) oversized t-shirts and a pair of shorts, you crawl into bed, patting the space next to you. kuroo takes that as his cue and hops in, beginning to envelop you in his embrace.

your face is in his chest as he's wrapped his big arms around you. you mumble some incoherent words which has him releasing his grip on you.

"what'd you say?" he cocks an eyebrow.

you hesitate, feeling a bit embarrassed to repeat what you said only a few moments prior.

"do you even love me anymore?" you mumble, eyes looking away from him.

he sits up straight now, hands on your cheeks, forcing you to look him in the eye. "what are you even talking about dumbass?"

"i know i haven’t been spending enough time with you and i get if you’re feeling frustrated and annoyed with me…"

he looks at you with a straight face, making him difficult to read.

nonetheless, you continue to pour out your feelings.

"i know i'm a handful and i don't want you to be here because you feel obligated to. i'm sure there are other things that you'd rather be doing right now and i feel bad that you're here when you could be out with your friends doing fun stuff."

your words hang heavy in the air now.

the burden of the past weeks plus the internal guilt you’ve been feeling was finally spoken out into the universe.

it's dead silent and the guilt is suffocating you. you refuse to look up from your lap until he utters out, "so that's what this is about?"

your eyes lift from your fidgeting fingers, widening as you're met with kuroo's piercing, calculating gaze, accompanied by a smirk and a quick flick to your forehead

"ow!" you start rubbing the throbbing part of your head. "what the hell was that for?"

"that was for being a fucking dumbass."

"but i didn't even do anything!"

"you did when you started doubting yourself and letting your insecurities get to you," he says firmly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"i know you’ve been busy and preoccupied lately and that’s okay, yeah? don’t feel bad about being busy, yeah? that should be the least of your worries. i’m here to pick our relationship up when it gets too heavy for you."

guilt washes over you, mingling with the love you feel for him.

he’s so understanding, so patient... you don’t feel worthy of him.

and almost as if he could read your mind, he keeps going.

"i’ll say this as many times as you need me to: i’ve never felt 'obligated' to be with you or whatever that bullshit means. i’m here because i want to be, not because i have to. i love you, and i want to be here for you."

he looks down at you with your eyes looking up at him. his heart skips a beat at the sight. you look so adorable right now with your a slight pout enveloping your features. he can't help but let a smile escape his lips.

"i’m here because i love you,” he repeats, his voice steady and sincere. “have i not told you how much you mean to me enough?"

you shake your head, immediately. "n-no! you always tell me!"

"i just have been really been in my feelings lately and i've been just trying to keep myself occupied so i don't start spiraling," you look away from kuroo.

"and that's okay, yeah?" he strokes your hair. "no matter what, i promise i’ll try my best to be there for you. i want to be here for you."

he kisses the top of your head. "i love you, my pretty. don't you ever forget that."

you wrap your arms around his neck and start peppering his face with small kisses. before you know it, you're lying on top of him now and your faces are only mere centimeters apart from one another. you can feel his breath on your chin and the lingering scent of his cologne infiltrate your nostrils.

"i’m sorry i haven’t been around you more," you whisper, guilt still gnawing at you.

"it's okay, my love. i promise," he reassures you once more. "i'm glad i could be here."

"i love you, stupid," you tell him, placing a quick kiss on your lips.

"i know," he laughs, pulling you back to his lips and letting you go for a quick second. "i love you too." and he continues to kiss you and hold you for the rest of the night until the sun rises.

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[hydrobunny]

i knew you'd come back to me

tags: getting back together, vague allusions to angst, timeskip reunion, ambiguous? ending 880 words

a/n: hope u enjoy anon. based on cardigan

it’s been six years since you last saw rin itoshi.

six years since the day he turned his back on you without looking back, leaving behind the remains of your fragile relationship.

but now that you’ve grown - and gotten through life just fine on your own- you’re not sure what that long-gone relationship really had been. if it ever affected him the way it affected you.

and yet, at a small shitty parisian bar several thousand miles aways from home, you see rin itoshi again, and everything changes.

for you could recognize the shape and angles of his face from oceans away, and he knows the same. shocked recognition flares through rin’s eyes (still beautiful, still so intense).

the two of you are young again, and it used to be-

sneaking out of school early so he could practice drills while you did homework on the bleachers-

his hands interlaced with yours, form trembling as the both of you agreed that an era in the itoshi household had ended forever-

your hand on his wrist, his feet dragging in the wet sand while he half heartedly argued against entering the cold waters-

him opening your christmas gift, a luxury cologne that had taken you two months to save up for-

you and him in your living room, horror movie blaring on the screen while he pretended to be annoyed at your screaming-

him packing a duffel bag with his best worn football cleats and a mysterious invitation while you mulled over the best way to say a temporary goodbye-

you cheering his name in a stadium crowded with his brother’s legacy, unaware as something in his heart broke and was reforged anew-

the two of you were sixteen, and rin itoshi was telling you to not wait for him again.

with an ice cold voice, he had left the dregs of your relationship behind.

but six years is a long time to hold a grudge- so you don’t. you were both young, with nothing but the cruelty and arrogance that came with being young.

you aren't sixteen years old anymore.

so you don’t blame rin itoshi for breaking your heart. instead, you meet his eyes head-on and smile, hoping he can taste your forgiveness.

you think he might. for rin almost flinches away, his eyes still flashing over you like he can’t believe you’re really there.

“hey, rin.” and you let him back in.

“y/n,” he says slowly. “you’re here. in paris.”

the barkeeper slides you a drink wordlessly. you tilt your head. a small part of you marvels inwardly at how tall he is. “so are you. small world, isn't it?”

rin blinks, gaze flickering once to the small glass, and you’ve known the confusion in his voice since years ago. “i live here.”

you don’t know that one. “oh,” you manage, too awkwardly. the bass of the music almost drowns out your words. “paris? i wouldn't have taken you for the type.”

his confusion turns into straight disbelief, face furrowing. “what? no, not like-” he clears his throat. “for the football team. pxg? i’m the starting striker.”

“that does seem more fitting,” you pick up your glass. “so you did it? blue lock worked out?”

rin doesn’t respond immediately, searching your face carefully. in the tense pause, you throw back at least half of your cup. “you really don’t know?”

“well, it wasn't like i wanted to subscribe to that show,” his face stiffens at your words. “if im being honest, the only thing i even know about japanese football now is that we think isagi’s the great hope of us all.”

rin’s face shifts immediately to a display of impressive annoyance. “don't believe that crap.”

you bite down on your laughter. “i don't feel that strongly about it.”

your phone buzzes in your pocket. his eyes trace your movements as you pull it out, skimming the notification.

“i should go.”

“already?” he blurts out, grimacing immediately after.

you raise an eyebrow. “i've been here. you just haven't seen me.”

“shitty place to spend your time.”

your heart twangs with the familiarity of his casual brashness. “sure. i’m glad to know you’re doing well, rin. see you in another six years?”

he doesn't respond. with a sigh, you leave .

there’s no point in looking back. you push past sweaty bodies, an emotion you can't quite place roaring in your ears.

it was over. it had been over. you had already long accepted it to be over, so why did it still burn to turn away?

a hand wraps around your wrist, firm.

you whirl around-

rin’s eyes meet yours with a breath-stopping intensity, desperately searching for something. “i’m sorry.”

the music is too loud. you blink rapidly. “what?”

he leans in closer to you, and you realize he still wears the same cologne. “you were too good for me. and i’m sorry for what i did to you.”

you step backward, heart thudding with the rhythm of a song years paused. “i don't- rin?”

his hand is still on your wrist. “it’s always been you, y/n, and i don't know why it took so long to realize. but i was a fucking idiot.”

you swallow.

rin itoshi meets your gaze. “one more try.”

the lights flash a dozen different colors, and you hear yourself answer.

[blue-jisungs]

Hii im new to your blog but I really love your writing.

Could u maybe write something about the reader having a crush on gunwook (their best friends) but he finds out from another member?

If that’s ok thankyou and have a good day ☺️❤️

reverse psychology

# author's note ... aweeee tysm anon u r the sweetest:( i hope u have an amazing day as well ! :D and i do hope u enjoy it hehe

# word count ... 1450

# warnings ... hao n yn have a small fight, it kinda starts very messy n crack-y but its lowkey hurt2comfort at the end?? ; kinda miscommuncation ?

“wookie, you want some of mine? i’m full” you asked and gunwook grinned, gladly accepting your ramen.

“thank you, y/n. it’s like you’re reading my mind” he hummed and dug in.

zhanghao whined and you looked at him, terrified. only yujin seemed to hear the annoyed tone in the older member’s voice so he peeked at you curiously.

“if you want some i can give you mine?” the youngest asked upon looking at zhanghao.

you both smiled and zhanghao just ruffled his hair.

“no, that’s not… but thank you. y/n, can we talk?” zhanghao asked and you already knew what was coming.

annoyed, you stood up and left the room. gunwook followed you until you disappeared and shot a questioning look at zhanghao.

“is there a problem?” he asked softly, feeling weird at the sole thought of two of his best friends fighting.

“no, don’t worry about it” hao grunted and went after you.

once he joined you in the corridor, he made sure the doors were closed.

“could you be any more obvious?” he rolled his eyes.

“can you like, shut up?” you mumbled, crossing your arms.

ever since you decided to spill your guts to zhanghao (a mistake) about your feelings towards gunwook (even bigger mistake) he just couldn’t stop bugging you about confessing. and when you said you want because you’re scared, he started acting like it’s the end of the world. besides, he was smart enough to notice how your behavior changed towards his friend.

sharing your food (which you never did with anyone, ever), being extra nice or even getting shy when gunwook did something attractive. it was painful to look at. especially when gunwook was being clueless and you were looking at him as if he hung the stars in the sky himself.

“what are you even afraid of? go for it” hao huffed.

“are you serious?” you asked, a bit too loudly. “there’s thousands of things that could go wrong! he’s my best friend and…”

“and you’re gonna let fear take control over you?” zhanghao asked.

your voices were gradually becoming louder, catching attention of the members in the common room.

“are they fighting?” gunwook asked, eyes widening. hanbin stood up, ready to ease the conflict.

gunwook noticed a weird tension between you and hao. you two kept sending each other weird looks and spending more time in private.

it brought a weird feeling of bitterness to his chest. he was happy that his friends are getting together but… when jiwoong suggested that you look like a couple, gunwook was shook. he didn’t even consider it – and part of him didn’t want to. he didn’t know why.

yujin stood up, going to the bathroom.

gunwook told hanbin to sit down, shaking his head.

“let them be” he murmured, suddenly feeling down by the possibility of this being a couple fight.

yunjin opened the door wide open and froze upon seeing you grabbing zhanghao by his collar and smacking his head.

“i said no! i like gunwook but i wont let this feeling ruin our friendsh–” you halted upon seeing the youngest. he looked at you two terrified but if hao was to judge, he’d say you looked like you were about to pass out.

“i need to piss!” he mumbled out and ran away.

“do you think he–” you let go, squatting on the floor to hide your head.

“definitely” zhanghao said “but he’s not like me. he won’t tell them"

you two sat in silence for a while, hao sighing.

“sorry. i just want my friends to be happy. and… i think you’d make a great couple” he mumbled.

yujin passed you by quietly and came back, grabbing his left over food. the other boys were joking about something but ricky noticed how pale yujin was.

“everything okay?” he asked, poking his arm. the youngest nodded slowly. gunwook peeked at him, not able to resist his curiosity.

“yeah, they were just arguing. well, y/n almost ripped hao’s eyes out. they said something about y/n liking you but i just couldn’t hold my piss anymore” yujin shrugged cluelessly, taking a huge bite and looking at gunwook.

“what?” gyuvin blinked and you two just walked in.

“oh, look, see the red marks?” yujin pointed at hao’s throat. it was just the material of his shirt that imprinted on his skin when you held his collar.

“you like me?” gunwook blurted out and your smile dropped. you smacked zhanghao’s arm.

“all of this only to–” you started, tears starting to collect at the verge of your waterline. it wasn’t supposed to be like this.

“it wasn’t me, maniac!” he whined.

“oh”

you looked at yujin who dropped his food.

“sorry. i thought it was… like… normal like.” he looked ashamed, sad frown on his face.

you stormed out, grabbing your shoes.

you weren’t bad at yujin, no. you could’ve handled it better. now you basically answered gunwook’s question.

shame and embarrassment ran through your body, the tears blurring your vision caused you to trip on your way out. you had to get some fresh air. never look at them again. fly out of the country–

“y/n!”

you didn’t turn around. you knew it was gunwook.

wiping your eyes, you kept walking and pushing all the doors in your way.

“hey, wait!”

you only stopped because the last door was locked. you started pulling it aggressively, more tears streaming down your cheeks due to the helplessness.

suddenly, there were two strong arms wrapping around you. gunwook’s hand leaded yours under his chin, tucking you close to his body.

you started crying even more, not able to hold back.

“it’s okay, cry it out” he hummed, rocking you in your arms gently.

being best friends, you were always there for each other when the other one was feeling down. you were used to this kind of comfort – and maybe that was what made you fall for gunwook. his heart was just so pure and sweet.

he held you close, you could hear his slightly sped heartbeat. until you calmed down, he caressed your back in a soothing manner.

you leaned away, wiping your eyes. your breathing calmer, you were somehow ready to talk.

“you don’t have to say anything, you know” gunwook hummed with a soft smile. you shook your head.

“i have to” you mumbled and started pickling your cuticles nervously “i have a crush on you. it’s just… i didn’t want to tell you because i didn’t want to ruin our friendship. and hao kept nagging me to do it”

“that’s… that’s why you kept hanging out with him?” he frowned and it all made sense. “you like me… you told him about that… you hung out… and i got jealous”

“yes. what?” you blinked, looking at him flabbergasted “jealous?”

“i just… i thought you two started dating. i didn’t understand why i felt a pain in my chest everytime i even thought about that but…” he stopped, processing everything “you have a crush on me”

“yes” you nodded, confused. and gunwook? jealous?

“and i think… i would like…” he started stuttering, a blush creeping on his cheeks “we… what do you want me to do?”

“nothing. i mean… it’s your decision. if you feel comfortable knowing that i like you more than a friend. we can stay that way or…” you stopped, a shaky breath leaving your lips.

gunwook nodded and your heart stopped for a while.

“i think i’d dating you more. i’d rather have you spend time with me than hao” he hummed and smiled proudly.

you were beyond than shocked. did zhanghao did some kind of reverse psychology on you? was it yujin’s secret plan? whatever it was, you…

“can i kiss you now?” you blurted out and your hand flew on your lips “sorry. sorry… i… sorry, i don’t know what came over me, we should take it slow and…”

gunwook just laughed and stepped closer. suddenly, you got nervous. you never felt that way around him. but your stomach was filled with butterflies.

he gently took off your hand from your mouth and put it on his shoulder. then he placed the other on the other. lastly, he cupped your face with a gentle look in his eyes.

“yes, yes you can” he grinned and let you initiate the kiss.

a dreamy sigh left his lips upon feeling yours on his. you were tender, as if scared to hurt him. he kissed you back, showing you that there’s nothing to be anxious of. and with a small smile imprinting on his lips, you felt your heart calm down.

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[ashkabbom]

Hiiiiiiiii!!!! I was wondering if u could do a platonic haikyuu story? With Sugawara's younger sibling (Idrc the gender u write :3) + the third years? Byyyyyeeeee!!!!!!

Dear Anon, you reminded me of something I didn't even remember existed, I never knew about Sugawara's brother, so it's going to be based on my head 😞.

English is not my first language, so please correct me if anything is wrong and sorry for delaying this so much.

I had two paths and I ended up going the first one, but feel free to ask me to do it another way. Take care and drink water🫶🏽

Big future, little beginners

→Sugawara's younger brother + Third Years x Child!Male!Reader (PLATONIC)

Summary/Synopsis: A day with your best friend, his brother and his friends

Sugawara/Kōshi= Older brother

Suga= Younger brother

The day had just begun for you, it's okay that you hadn't even gotten up from the mattress, the warmth of your blanket was so comfortable... And then someone starts poking your head with... Their foot???

"Hurry up! We're going to be late if you keep sleeping." A boy's voice tells you and in response you just summarize something about today being Saturday. "You've got to be kidding me... It's 7 AM ON A FRIDAY!"

The boy says to you and suddenly a snap in your head. It was Friday, and Friday means that there is still school, having school means no sleep until 9am.

"You finally woke up.. Good morning to you too" The boy says smiling. Not just any boy, but Suga, your best friend since you had changed schools about a year ago. You decided this as soon as you started talking to him for the first time.

You look at the clock on the dresser next to your friend's bed. 7:20am, you both had to leave at 7:45am to get to school.

You curse and quickly get up to start getting ready. Suga laughs at your desperation and goes to the kitchen to wait for you.

"How come it takes you so long to eat breakfast?" Your friend asks you, genuinely confused. You were walking to school together and you had been shoving a bread roll down your throat for 10 minutes.

"It's too early, my mouth is too slow to chew" You said as you chewed.

"Don't talk with your mouth full!" He scolds you with a smirk. "That's an excuse for your laziness, lazybones."

You let out a few "Hum, Hunfs!" as you chewed, indignant at such an accusation against you. You weren't lazy!

"But seriously, do we need to be walking so far ahead of him?" You say after chewing, looking back and seeing Kōshi, the oldest Sugawara, walking a little behind the two of you.

Your friend sighs a little. He feels a pang of guilt, not wanting to even look back.

"There comes a time in your life when your parents or older siblings taking you to school is embarrassing!" Suga says it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world to everyone. "I'm a grown-up now, I know how to go to school by myself."

"Oooh... I get it I guess" You didn't know if he remembered that you were only 7 years old, but you understood that he wasn't THAT little anymore, right? "Se você tá dizendo, quem sou eu pra questionar.."

It was hard to tell if you would feel the same way. Mom was working a lot lately and couldn't take you to school, but you always used to have a friend to go to school with you.

You loved the Sugawara brothers and didn't mind going to school with them, it was really cool actually!

"I can't stand having to wake up early and go to school anymore." You complain out loud when you realize that you are arriving at the school gate.

"You don't like waking up early in general, do you?" Suga says looking at you with a small smile.

Before you can disagree, you and he hear your friends calling out to you. The small frown on your face soon disappears and is replaced by a cheerful smile.

You and Suga give Kōshi a quick hug, who laughs at the quick little goodbye, and soon you're running towards your friends.

"The independence phase is definitely something.." Kōshi says and sighs, with a tired face, to himself before looking at his friends.

"Let me guess, your brother again?" Daichi says looking at the two younger boys far away from them.

"He's in the 'I'm too old for this' phase and since then he's been wanting to be more independent," Sugawara reflects a little on this. "But he's only 7 years old."

"He's probably doing it because he wants to impress his best friend," Asahi says with a slight laugh. "It's normal."

"You were just like him." Daichi laughs a little, remembering when they were younger. "The difference is that you were a little more sociable, but your independent phase was definitely something."

"Oh, that's right! There was that time in-" Asahi starts almost laughing.

"Okay okay okay! We don't need to keep going back to my past!" Sugawara complains, patting both of his friends on the back, who only laugh in response.

Soon the trio heads off to their own classes and lessons.

At the end of class you run out of the school gates excitedly, your friend running right behind you, laughing and saying that you were going to get hurt.

Kōshi wasn't waiting for the two of you alone, Asahi and Daichi were also beside him. You connect point A to point B in your head, and shout towards them "Surprise attack", jumping on Asahi, Suga doing the same to Daichi, the older Sugawara laughing at the situation.

You ride all the way to Kōshi's house on Asahi's back, insisting that this was the only way you could get to the house. His friend, on the other hand, was holding Kōshi's hand the entire way as he talked about what happened at school today.

"Today in kindergarten I got hit in the face with a ball!" The others laugh at how happily you say that.

"At least you're happy, but didn't that hurt?" Daichi asked a little worried, but a child falls, cries and in a few seconds he's back to normal, right?

"Yes! Because Suga is teaching me how to play volleyball, so I was able to catch almost all the balls!" You boast happily.

"Oh? He's teaching?" Kōshi looks at the younger Sugawara, who is embarrassed but quickly tries to hide it with a smug face.

"Obviously! We're going to be the best volleyball player in the universe." He says a little nervously, but convinced of his words, as if it were an undeniable fact.

"The best players?" Asahi asks curiously.

"No! The best player! Like a fusion of the Power Rangers." You explain obviously. "We can share first place together!"

"Ah, yes that makes sense." Both three agree with your... Reference.

"You'll see! In the future we'll be playing and you'll be watching us and cheering and..." You think of something else to complete your sentence.

"And dying of envy at how much bigger we're going to be than you, you're going to be very proud of us!" The younger Sugawara completes and you just agree with 'uhum! uhum!'.

The older trio laugh at your words, but they firmly agree and say that they will be the first fans of the two future players.

You soon complain when you realize that you're going to have to get off Asahi's back because you're already in front of Sugawara's house.

Soon you were standing on the floor, next to Suga, it was still afternoon and only now did you realize that Asahi and Daichi hadn't gone to their houses.

"We're going to go out and buy something and walk around a bit, I already told mom. Do you want me to buy something for you two?" Kōshi asks and you think for a bit.

"Marshmallow! Colorful marshmallow and ice cream" Suga says and you quickly agree. Tomorrow would be Saturday, you would be playing video games tonight and sleeping late tomorrow.

"Okay okay, if the money allows I'll buy you something to drink too. Behave yourselves." Kōshi tells you and ruffles both of your hair, you laugh and the younger Sugawara complains a little.

You both say goodbye to the trio, they soon begin to walk away, but before you actually enter the house Kōshi calls Suga.

"A little bird told me that if you look under my bed, you might, supposedly, find a volley ball." He says leaving the doubt in the air with a little smile, turning back and walking with his two friends.

You and Suga are confused for a few seconds, just standing at the door, but soon your heads work and you run inside the house after closing the door.

"But haven't you had that volley ball for about 5 or 6 years?" Asahi asks after noticing that the younger Sugawara didn't know about the volleyball.

"He would throw the ball everywhere when he was a baby, which led to some broken things. My gift was almost his, since he would start crying if someone caught the ball" Sugawara says sighing as he remembers that that ball had even been thrown into the toilet.

"I didn't know he liked playing volley too, he always said it was a bit boring every time he came to see it." Daichi said curiously.

"I didn't know about it either, but I think I already suspected it, whenever he can he'll watch it even though I've already said he finds it boring" Sugawara responds with a little laugh. "He's always been quiet and shy. But I'm so happy that he shares something he likes with someone he likes."

"He's pretty set on what he likes, so I think he'll actually play volley ball until he can't anymore," Asahi muses as they continue walking.

"They're both going to be good players in the future if they want to keep going." Daichi says, placing a hand on Sugawara's shoulder, who nods and smiles. His little brother, playing volleyball.

Needless to say, you and your friend played volleyball all afternoon. You ended up falling asleep after dinner.

"OH! Look there! They really came!" You say jumping and waving to some people in the stands.

You were waving more specifically to a trio sitting in the stands. A very excited Sugawara cheered along with Daichi and Asahi trying to calm the two down a bit. They were just giving encouraging words but everyone around was listening.

"Yeah.. I know, I noticed..." Suga says looking at the stands and nodding slightly to his brother.

"Why are you all shy now? You were almost bursting with the hope that they would come see the- Ow!" You suddenly get a pinch on your arm. "Why this out of nowhere? Don't tell me you're embarrassed? Huh? Suga? Huh?"

Suga starts to walk away from you, ignoring your provocations. The trio in the stands couldn't help but smile seeing the scene.

"I think no matter how much time passes, they will still be those two children that we saw grow up." Daichi sighs as he watches his team organize themselves for the match, Asahi and Sugawara are unable to say otherwise.

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

Can you find any fics where peetas family survived the bombingd

Hello Anon!

Sorry for such a long delay in answering! Below are fics were Peeta's family survived the bombing. Hopefully, some of these are new to you! This was actually a very hard prompt to find fics for!

74th Hunger Games Challenge: We Always Were-Jamiesommers (ao3) Summary: In this A/U story Katniss and Peeta go into the Games as a couple. It is based on the book, the movie, and a hell of a lot of my imagination. Since it is written in multiple POV's you'll be able to see what was happening in District 12 during the Tribute Parade, and what was going on at the Capitol during the Games. The Sequels are Catching Fire: Rekindling and Mockingjay: Broken Wings. Arrows & Cupids-TwilightCakes (ao3) Summary: After hunting illegally one day, a near-starving Katniss Everdeen is caught and almost has to pay the price. Peeta has always tried to get the girl with the secret arrows to notice him, and he figures that now is a good a chance as any. AU/Everlark - No Games, but Panem is otherwise the same. It Was A Lie-DirectorCarmichael (ff) Summary: What if Katniss was lying when she told Peeta it was all an act? How does Gale react to the news that Katniss and Peeta are together? Heavy, heavy Everlark. This is a complete re-telling of Catching Fire and Mockingjay. Will change major events, relationships, and the overall storyline. Wildly OOC Katniss. A happier Hunger Games. Sequels: The Truth Revealed and Vita In Veritate.  journey after the war-Nightttl0ckk (ff) Summary: prim and peeta's family survived the war. old faces show who we thought we would never see again. this is set 10 months after the war. Let Me Fly-FanficAllergy, RoseFyre (ao3) Summary: When a plague hits District Twelve, Katniss is forced to make some very hard decisions. Together with Gale and what’s left of their families, they decide to escape District Twelve, taking a reluctant Peeta Mellark with them. My little bird-LexisClarkadian (ao3) Summary: Captured by the Capitol instead of Peeta, Katniss endures brutal torture meant to destroy her spirit. As she's pushed to her limits, she must find the strength to survive in a world where hope feels like a distant memory. Someone To Watch Over Me-ArthursCamelot (ff) Summary: A HG rewrite. What would happen if Peeta was just a little bit bolder, and Katniss a little less emotionally confused? You'd be surprised. Let the Games begin. Sequels: My Last Breath and Come Rain or Come Shine The Sharp Edge of Memory (formerly known as Persuasion)-titania522 (ao3 and ff) Summary: "Even if by some miracle I did survive and he did not - if I did not follow him to the grave from desperation soon after - I would live my entire life trying to solve the puzzle of how to get him out." What would have happened on the beach during the Quarter Quell if Finnick had not interrupted them? *2013 EVERLARK SMUT AWARDS NOMINEE!*

If anyone knows of a fic like this, please reblog, reply, or send an ask with fics fitting this idea and I’ll add it to the list!

As always, if you have any questions, comments, or suggestions, please feel free to shoot me an ask!

[mrs-monaghan]

Hi! I have finished to watch PTS clips aaaa

Anyway

I have a question I want to know your op about it for see if I'm the only one that was like 🧐

I belive in Jikook a lot so fanservice is NOT an option for me

I found strange Jimin telling in different occasions that Jk goes to his room. I mean if he is in the closet and his boyfie visits him in his bedroom WHY you need to tell us 🤨 Is he bragging? But Jimin is not the type to brag 🤨

My idea is that someone see Jk going to Jm room, maybe staff or hotel staff. Maybe not everyone that work with them know know. So when they thought someone or more people were really suspecting them, they decided to openly say it ?!? I find it strange to tell us expecially because I doubt they simply stand there, doing nothing

Maybe they were afraid someone spread what they saw (?)

"He came before I was going to sleep" 🧐Basically Jimin confirmed that Jk sleep in his room for hours. He tell us as it's something "wow" but we know it's not the first tour they had done, in which they are in the same room together hehe.

So yes for me it was a little strange, I see something sus in that storytelling 🚬

Awww... are we talking about Jimin pouting because he didn't get his dick sucked 🥺🥺

Sorry. I'll make that PG 13. A friend suggested JK was probably supposed to wake him up but didn't. Makes sense to me why JK asks "at 4 AM?" as if it may have been too early for JK to go do the thing. 😁

Anon, on the contrary, I dont think Jimin is trying to cover up anything. In fact he's letting the whole world know JK loves coming to his room. He brings it up alot which I think its a brag. He's bragging that out of all the rooms, it's his that JK likes to spend time in. This isn't the first or last time Jimin has made sure we know JK chose him. Favors him.

Why, u ask? I talk about it here. And here. More of Jikook and FS here. Hiding in plain sight my lovely. If he can get away with doing all these none hetero things, why not do them? If no one will take him seriously, why not say it?

Its why he does this

They see everything. And Jimin knows no matter what they do, nothing will change. Too many antis. So he does the things he does, and says the things he says. Makes it pretty damn clear what's what, if you ask me. Those who want to listen will, and those who don't want to, won't. As simple as that.

[theproperweirdo]

How would you describe the differences between Afk Journey Lorsan, Lyca, and Eironn with Afk Arena Lorsan, Lyca, and Eironn?

I started playing afk journey, and I can't help but feel like some of the wilders are out of character

Whewww this was a long one 😩😩 sorry for leaving u for a bit, my exams ended and I’m sick rn :,( below are just my brief thoughts on specific characters that are in both Arena and Journey.

This post has an analysis on Lyca and Lorsan, then I just try and make some backstory explanations for Niru, Thoran, Rowan, and Satrana for Journey Lore goers.

This post is for anon but also anyone interested in the changes they’ve made between Arena and Journey! Feel free to add more 🙏🙏

What I think they’ve done is taken one or two traits from a character, and tried to make it the main focus of their personality. But it takes over the entire character, and ultimately leaves them a bit flat. I think they tried to make the wilders “emotional” but ended up scraping their intellectual and leadership traits. Not to say they’re idiots now, but they don’t have the same depth as before.

Lyca is more emotionally charged when we talk to her now, more than in arena. Her original story makes sure we know she’s a kind, nurturing person, capable of bringing out the best in others. In arena they delve into her personal relationships with others a lot, but aside from Eironn appointing her in charge while he leaves, she doesn’t have the same energy. She does try to bring Eironn into the group more so he can learn to rely on others, but the storyline was more like her trying to help a friend than her unearthing a talent or trait. She doesn’t hold herself to the same standards, saying she will “enter competitions where winning is secured.” Vs Lyca in Arena, who— although losing faith in herself— fights against the words of everyone else and believes in own abilities. In Journey, she’s the leader of our group. But in Arena, she’s truly the leader of the dusk watch, and a strong voice for everyone in the dark forest. Attached some screenshots to try and help explain my thoughts below

I’ve talked about ALorsan vs JLorsan before, but I think I can refine my thoughts from then. He’s always been sort of.. air headed? A little aloof but very smart, and always very connected to the environment around him. JLorsan however, is pretty much ready to throw down with everyone. He makes quips at his friends often, causes mischief, and helps battle enemies during the story. ALorsan is definitely the opposite for me. Always a laid back, accepting individual, who feels well put together. He rarely gets mad, and when he does, it’s because he feels people’s wellbeing’s are at stake. He’s described by Rowan as a “calm monk” and I think that sums it up well. He’s a little detached from reality, but it’s because he’s always absorbing nature and listening to what’s around him. I like him in Journey, but he loses his deep connection with the world, and although he still has it (somewhat), it’s clearly not as present anymore. Below are some story tib bits I nabbed from Rowan, Rigby, and Lorsan’s story in Arena in case anyone wants to read them.

I feel like I saw the main changes in those two, but I’ll add some other characters too 🫣

If you know about Rowan’s story in arena, skip the following paragraph ⬇️⬇️

Rowan’s character has stayed pretty consistent between the two games, but I feel like they leave out a lot about his backstory. As (I assume) most arena lore-ians know, Rowan’s father was a regular guy who— through his wits and good investments— became Esperia’s youngest and wealthiest noble. He had 2 sons, Angelo his oldest (hippie bard), and Rowan his youngest. They were raised to understand that money can be gained and taken easily, and that they need to know how to be self sufficient despite their wealth. But Angelo didn’t want to be a noble, and ran away to travel the world and spread his songs. Everything fell to Rowan, including an engagement to the Kings daughter Peggy (yeowchhhh). But Rowan felt dissatisfied that everything would just fall into his lap. He wanted to reach the top on his own, so he could come back and feel like he truly proved himself.

Almost none of this is included in game! Journey only writes about how his father is the richest noble, and that Rowan was born incredibly rich. They did manage to keep the honest and empathetic traits he holds himself to as a business man though, so I’m only here to say— WHY DIDNT THEY ADD IN HIS ENTIRE BACKSTORY 😭😭 we literally meet Peggy in game but they don’t end up elaborating on why they’re “engaged” or why Rowan “ran off.” If you don’t play arena, you’re left to assume he’s a rich kid who’s out in the world doing business. GAHHHHH 😢😢 Screenshots of his story belwo

They do the same to most of the others too, where they don’t include any of their previously established lore.

Niru was an army solider, who was away from his wife and kid often. He was around the dead enough that he began to dabble in necromancy before he was discovered and promptly executed. But a little before that, he managed to cast a spell that would bring him back to life. After that, he goes back to his Wife (after their kid died!) and resurrects his kid INFRONT OF HIS GRIEVING WIFE 😭😭 in arena he travels with his family to lead lost souls home, but if I were his family I’d be a just a teensy bit angry.

Thoran was once a very generous and loving king. He was beloved by his kingdom, and cherished peaceful times. His brother Edwin however, was a warmonger and wanted to bring back glorious battle. Thoran disagreed, and so Edwin gathered those under his influence and assassinated both Thoran and their Sister, Theowyn, along with all his adversaries. But Thoran’s loyal guard (gay ass) was brought back to life by Queadam, who had him perform a ritual to bring back his king. Now a graveborn, Thoran was filled with hate and anger. He ordered a mass execution of his entire kingdom, then brought them back to life under a curse that swore they’d all be loyal to him. This branches out into OTHER characters who aren’t in Journey lmao

Satrana had specifically her job altered. Now she’s what i assume is a wandering diviner. Before, she was a temple disciple under the mauler temple’s elder. Before that, she was a slave who was constantly abused. She fled, and Antandra was the one who saved her. This is also why Antandra is an exile, she believed in helping everyone and went against the temple’s elders. So in the end, Antandra was exiled for helping a girl, one who was eventually taken in by the temple itself. Crazy. I know there’s a storyline update in Journey about them now, but there’s also one in arena so if anyone could tell me about it I’ll exchange info

Also Brutus ⬇️⬇️

Okay I’m still sick so that’s it 😢😢 all in all, they really simplified most characters, or left out chunks of their story. Heartbreaking

[ohimsummer]

can i ask you about your self ships? i recognize satoru and suguru, but i was curious about some of the other characters i didn't recognize :3

(please, totally drop your favorite things/facts about every ship, they seem so cool!)

OKAY I FINALLY GOT THIS DONE!!! THANK U FOR UR ASK ANON!! I’m going to answer this so hard >:3

sumoru facts

• my great granny loves him. fed him all the time when we were kids/welcomed him for dinner :33 he was just another grandson to her <3 didn’t matter if he stayed over literally all day, as long as he wasn’t too much of a troublemaker (and even then I could get him out of it) then she didn’t mind :>

• one of the most annoying couples in the world. always giggling, always whispering funny remarks to each other like we’re gossiping about people, and hundreds of inside jokes. we don’t even have to say shit. like someone says something that reminds us of the joke and me n satoru just look at each other like 👀 and burst out laughing LOL

• matched costumes for Halloween for years. he’d usually go along with whatever because my ideas were more creative lmao and then also when we were younger, he had this big ass growth spurt so houses were skeptical on giving him candy when trick-or-treating because he looked years older than he was 😭

sugumer facts

• I’ve mentioned it before but it’s very important 2 me that you know me and suguru are CREATIVES…we love going on little artsy dates. claymaking. painting. looking up a crocheting video and just rawdogging the tutorial. also branches out into things like baking. have either of us ever piped a frosting design onto a cake before? no. is that gonna stop us from trying? also no :)

• the ultimate weighted blanket bf. except half the time I’ll just be laying there and then bam. he’s laying on top of me/across my back. rests his head either on my shoulder or against mine or in the center of my back. sometimes on my ass if he’s laying backwards. and he also WILL NOT get up until he gets ready, irritating ass but I love him dearly 💛

• he likes giving head massages just as much as he loves receiving. just runs his heavy hands through my hair and rubs over my scalp. grabs my head and lightly shakes it sometimes just to be annoying 😒 but sometimes also scratches it like you would a dog’s as a joke HDJDJ and it feels good so I fw it I fear <3

kirssum facts

kirssum = jean kirstein (aot) x summer :33 my mullet boyf 💛

• loves giving me piggyback rides. okay and also…jean wants piggyback rides too but I fear the closest he’ll get is spooning me from behind because there’s no way I can get his 6’4 ass off the ground LOL. but like he’s a show off anyway and likes carrying me so he’s fine with giving them more than receiving :3

• doesn’t matter if we’ve been together ten days or ten years. he’s blushing wildly whenever I catch him off guard and kiss him. 0 composure, I kiss him in the middle of a sentence and he short circuits for a full minute before barely being able to stutter out a sentence. arguably worse than Satoru 🤨

• likes wearing my things but ofc they’re too small so he settles for maybe something like my hat or a bracelet that fits just snug around his wrist. no he doesn’t want matching ones. he wants to wear MINE specifically. possessive (?) in the same way he does one spritz of my perfume on his clothes when I’m not around :33

saisum facts

saisum = saitama (opm) x summer :3 💛

• there was no like….official date we went on or whatever HDBFJD like sai just brought up how all our friends kept bugging us about getting together and it basically went:

sai: “ [genos/king/etc] keep saying we’d be good together or whatever”

s: “yeah…fubuki keeps saying that too. annoying asf, actually”

[silence]

sai: “so, you wanna?”

s: “oh. yeah :D!”

and the rest is history <3

• expanding on that, the rs really didn’t change our dynamic that much originally. like we were already going grocery shopping together, cooking together, having dinner together, texting all the time and hanging out, etc etc. the main change was like uhhh? physical affection-wise. getting more used to cuddling and kissing and such. started out maybe brushing hands in public which became holding hands > linking arms > his arm around me (in his apartment. he saves most physical affection except holding hands for when we’re alone) sex probably didn’t come for like a year or so and even then it started as dryhumping HDBDJ

sumrei facts

sumrei = summer x reigen (mob psycho 100) fraud bf 🥴

• so despite being in a relationship we both still kinda act like we hate eachother sometimes LOL like we both take great delight in constantly calling the other out on their bullshit and making snarky comments at one another just to fuck it out later at one of our places

• secretly soft for eachother though like yes even though reigen knows I’m a powerful esper he still got worried when it looked like I got sniped out of the air. yes he still brings up how I cried his name when I thought he got fucking crushed and the “stupid look on my face like I was gonna cry” when we were out exorcising a curse (he kissed me stupid in his bed later that night to ease my worries)….fuck him

• i carry him by the scruff like a bad dog sometimes. just snatch him up by the back of his collar and we go flying through the air (listen it’s funny and I’m not gonna drop him. also it’s way faster getting around this way than taking the sidewalk okay)

sumhan facts

sumhan = summer x hange (aot) :33

• tosses me over their shoulder sometimes to show me something new they found out. even though I am just as curious to see as they are eager to show me so instead of a kidnapping vibe it’s like a stranger version of them dragging me by the arm to their office lolz

• hange has like SOMEEE potential to be my guard dog spouse but really it’s like a Pomeranian being protected by a golden retriever. like look at them. this is the most non-threatening duo ever. maybe an angry golden retriever is a little scary and out of place but it’s so weird to see and still hard to take seriously 🤨

• sneaking kisses all the time. if you can call watching one of us leaving the other’s office, being yanked back inside by the collar for a second longer only to re-emerge with a dopey grin on their face sneaky. 😏

[soviet-siscon]

i was in love with my older sister when i was in middle school and then i decided i only THOUGHT i was in love with her due to parental abuse and lack of trust in the world etc im in love with her because i can't be in love with anyone else etc. i tried to kiss her but didn't have the nerve lol when i was 17 i told her i was in love with her and she laughed so i laughed too and it was brushed under the rug so i don't think she actually knew i meant it. since then we got more and more distant im 24 now and still soooo so weird about her i love her i hate her i wanna fuck her im asexual im obsessed with her and she is soooooo mean to me 😅 getting to the degree i wonder if i should try to repress all of it to live a hashtag normal life. anyway hi thoughts on any of that 🩷🩷🩷

omg also. immmmm the anon that just told you about being in love w my sister. forgot to say this but im a girl 🩷

wowsers trousers (not a phrase i use), uh...

that's an interesting line of development from being in love and then convincing yourself it's just a lie you're telling yourself to deal with things. i kinda go through cycles of that with a strange amount of frequency so i can kinda relate to that.

It's also interesting how often people will tell me they don't think the other person realised what they meant by it, because obviously people are very quick to mentally brush off the idea that a relative is into them, but there's this assumption that they've forgotten it immediately. i don't know about your sister specifically but a lot of the time if you asked someone's sibling if they'd been flirty with them they'd probably bring it up. just a thought i guess.

it doesn't sound like you're gonna end up together, i guess that's my thought on it lol. unless there's some magical change of heart from her and she's all like "anon I'm sorry i didn't kiss you when you chickened out of trying to kiss me" and everything ends happily ever after.

i have no real advice on trying to repress it, I'm still pretty unsure myself of how I'm going to go about the rest of my life with these feeelings so i don't really have anything to tell u. hopefully this is an interesting enough reply lol

[kaaaaaaarf]

u can totally ignore this ask if it’s intrusive but what’s marriage like? is it weird always sharing things with someone? did u enjoy your wedding day? do u still get giddy about dates?

Hi lovely anon! ✨ I don't mind at all! Putting it under the cut for people who don't want to hear me waffle on about marriage.

Firstly, I just wanna say that my experience of marriage could be completely different from the next person's. The choice to be married or to not be married is personal and the lack of one doesn't make a relationship (or one's life) less valid. Marriage is not always the end goal and that's okay.

To me, marriage is complicated...especially when you've been together as long as Mr K and I have (together for 12, and married for 4 of those). On the one hand, you have a partner to share your life with, and no matter how mad you get, at the end of the day you chose each other and therefore have something worth fighting for. On the other hand, sometimes we make each other fucking insane and I consider taking up smoking again full time. 🤷

People grow and change as the years go on, and figuring out how to grow in the same direction can sometimes be difficult, but you communicate and make it work. When we started dating we were long distance (for three years!) and then we were attached at the hip for agessss and now we're starting to branch out and do our own things. It's nice that I can go off and have my adventures, and still have someone to come home to.

I don't find it weird sharing things... I think sharing things just comes second nature after a while. It was certainly an adjustment when we first moved in together but now it would feel weird to separate everything. I do wish we lived in a bigger apartment so we had our own space, but it's not the end of the world. That's me though...my other married friend NEEDS space for their marriage to work. If they don't have physical room for their own activities, they might kill each other...that's not a joke.

I did enjoy my wedding!! Planning a wedding took five years off my life stress wise, but the day itself was lovely. We got married during COVID so that presented its own challenges, but the wedding was small and intimate and just right. Neither me or Mr K are big on dates or anniversaries...we never have been. We do try to at least go to dinner on our wedding anniversary, though.

I quite like having a set partner to go through life with...we've chosen each other over, and over, and over again. Mr K knows me better than anyone else, and while sometimes it's terrifying being so perceived, I love him and wouldn't have it any other way.

[rollercoasterwords]

same anon who is fretting left and right abt r and s and everyone else ;_; i love having ur insight and thank u kindly for the long answer…. exactly what i wanted *evil laughter* but i have a follow up!

this might be too far into spoiler territory tho…. another Painful element of this beautiful fic is the lack of love between s and j it’s KILLING MEEEE (as always in the best way) not seeing them as they usually are… will we ever get any s+j friendship crumbs? or is this just not possible within the world you’ve created? i trust ur Vision either way i’m just gnawing at the bars of my prison cell thinking about the possibilities…..

hmmm yeah i feel like i can’t really talk abt like. what’s going 2 happen w them without getting too spoilery (although my usual like…wip policy applies here lol if you absolutely want them 2 be friends stop reading if u absolutely don’t want them 2 be friends stop reading be ready 4 it 2 go either way etc) but! i can talk a bit abt like. how james currently feels where we’re at in the fic & how his feelings have changed

what i've been trying 2 do w j + s in this fic is like. well clearly they hated each other at the beginning bc s sees this arrogant pigheaded order soldier whereas j sees this entitled foolish d.e. & that starting animosity is pretty intense, although it's a bit more personal 4 s--j is like. one of the first order members he's knowingly met + becomes kind of his warden in a way so he pretty specifically hates j whereas for j s is just one of many d.e. he's encountered before so he doesn't really hold a grudge in the same way once they start working together, although he also isn't quick 2 trust s bc unlike his brother s didn't join the order of his own accord (obv. reg didn't exactly join of his own accord, either, but that's pretty much how j sees it).

so when they do actually start working together j is like. well this guy's gotta prove himself if he wants me 2 trust him but once s does start proving himself he's pretty willing 2 put the old animosity aside, and he views s as part of their team--hence him risking his life 2 go back & save s, etc. s, on the other hand, is holding a personal grudge & specifically does not like j so even when j starts acting a bit friendlier towards him he's still like. hmph. bc while j is like "oh holding u prisoner was nothing personal obviously it was just what we had 2 do 4 the order" for s it was very much personal! lol

anyway despite the grudge etc. they do both mutually begin 2 realize that they have certain key similarities--specifically, the fact that they both feel responsible for the people they care about & would do pretty much anything 2 protect them, even if it's something those people wouldn't want them to do. so when we reach this point where they need 2 break into the dept. of mysteries, they both end up reaching the same conclusion abt how they're going 2 have 2 do that, and realizing that they've both reached that same conclusion kind of bolsters that mutual respect they're developing 4 each other. so there's sort of this truce struck while they're planning s's obliviation, where they still aren't friends exactly & probably wouldn't go so far as 2 say they like each other, but they're also like...the only people who can kind of understand what the other one is going thru + sacrificing (as in the convo in the james pov where s says 'they're all gonna hate us,' etc), and in a way it's nice 2 have someone who understands u in a way the others can't...also s going thru w this whole plan has made j respect him a lot more & view them as much more similar in terms of both being practical (and ruthless) enough 2 place larger goals above their own well-being + being willing 2 do things that will make their loved ones hate them as long as it keeps those loved ones safe. so j's feelings towards s have obviously changed quite a bit! of course now s has no idea who j is so. suppose maybe he'll have a chance 2 make a better first impression next time around lol

[terraliensvent]

I agree abt the white knighting. u and some anons r quick to criticize the language ppl in terras use but when asked to introspect abt it urself, u refuse cause it’s ur blog ur opinion ur rules. that’s hypocrisy to me. i aint burying my head in the sand like u say, this is a genuine criticism and if u r gonna ignore it then I think that’s petty. all ur being asked is to look back and try to understand where anons r coming from, u call some ppl white knights and meat riders for bringing up valid concerns even if they also agree terras r bad. U don’t just do it on posts where ppl actually are white knighting.

alright lets dissect every recent post i have called whiteknighting

Post 1

“Oh yeah. A villain bc they revoked the right to THEIR OWN WORK... Whatever shall the world do? However shall we survive the fact coy didn't want them using THEIR WORK after going back on a deal”

hey look speaking of whiteknights

youre missing the forest for the trees here, terra staff was completely willing to remove coys assets but they wanted to act like a toddler stomping their foot shouting “NOW NOW NOW” that they broke in to the site and vandalized it. but sure, your immature petty pos idol can do no wrong

what about this is ignoring?

their argument: “coy is not a villain for wanting their art taken down”

my argument: “nobody said that, cal was perfectly fine taking the artwork down, they just said they cant do it in a heartbeat. coy is in the wrong for breaking in to the site and doing it themself with no consideration for how it will affect the species.”

Post 2

“It's so funny how obsessed y'all are with coy and civ... Get over it bro”

wow its almost like… their actions have a direct consequence on the species…whoooaa

Their argument: “why do you guys care about this”

my argument: “because people have put time and effort into this species, cal and his new team are trying to pick up the pieces and have gone a lot further than ever before with coy and civ at the head. coy being a dipshit has a direct affect on how the species will operate, specifically in this situation by taking away all the old pet species which people may have cared about and wanted to make characters out of.”

Post 3

“You mean.... The site THEY MADE? oh noo, how dare they remove their art from the site them and their partner made... Boohoo.... Boo boohoo.... Stan petty Coy”

come in my inbox again with these room temperature iq takes and im blocking you. they barely did shit for the species and you know that, and coy themself admitted they never had anything to do with the site they just wanted to make their dumbass plain white dog adopts to rake in cash while doing no extra work to put the pieces together

repeating: cal and staff were PERFECTLY FINE taking off all of civ and coys assets, however you cant fucking do that with the snap of a finger. i know this must be incredibly difficult for you coy supporters out there but lets TRY to use our brains for a min

their argument: (ignores my counterpoint from Post 1) well THEY made the site initially. i dont care im still gonna stan coy.”

my argument: “oh ok cool, i can see you are not actually willing to engage with the argument and just want to be inflammatory, and i dont feel like dealing with you if you arent going to use critical thinking. (reiterating my point from post 1)

for this post in particular, i would also like to add that in the transferring of species ownership, there are cetrain things that can be assumed to change ownership along with the transfer. (this is not the first time a species has ever been transferred in ownership). for one, the site. obviously thats needed for species functions so it now belongs to cal. another is NPCs, other species when transferred will give the NPCs to relevant staff because they are an integral part of species function. in this specific instance, the pets, since they were never a part of the original agreement they are assumed to move ownership as well. coy can make the argument they want their art taken down, thats perfectly fine, they could even say they want their designs taken down, but again, the problem is that this is not something that can just be done at the drop of a hat. you need to find replacements and create new assets. breaking in to the site and vandalizing it because you wanted to be a bitch baby and have no patience is immature and wrong. the site has changed ownership. you do not have agency over it anymore, you dont get to go in and delete things without asking.

lets compare this to an oc you trade on toyhouse. lets say you own this OC for a year, and you have drawn a good amount of art for it. then you trade it away, boop, gone, not yours anymore. lets say later on you dont want your art featured on that OC’s page. problem is, that art you drew is embedded within the character’s profile code. you have the full right to delete the art, but you cant just break into the OC’s profile code and fuck around with it yourself. you have to ask the new owner to take it down, and they say of course, but youll have to be patient so they can redraw a new asset for the code.

granted, this example falls short in some ways, but you get what im trying to say

anyways, the point is that if youre going to refuse to engage with the argument then im not going to engage with you. i truly do not understand why you guys are ride or die-ing for these shitty posts that have absolutely no substance

[behindthescenesoftaylor]

Can I get a fic of Stan and reader (college age, gn pronouns) bleaching their hair together while zooted and/or drunk? Could be platonic or with some romantic undertones, either’s cool! I just like the concept of bleached hair stan :] Thank u!!

THIS WAS SUCH A GOOD IDEA OMG

Blonde Bonding Stan Marsh X Reader

Where the two of you bond while your cross faded and bleaching y’all’s hair.

Not anything TOO romantic, just some romantic undertones

Gn! Reader | Characters are all 20 | 667 words! | like always, if you have a request send it my way! 😘

Anon, if you don’t like it tell me what i did wrong and I’ll be happy to fix! :)

Stan Marsh was known for his wild adventures, but tonight's would be unlike anything he had ever experienced before. It was a lively Friday evening, and he had invited you to join him in a slightly weird bonding activity: bleaching their hair while being delightfully drunk and stoned.

The two of you sat cross-legged on Stan's bedroom floor, surrounded by hair products and an impressive collection of half-empty bottles of alcohol. Laughter filled the room as you passed a bottle of vodka back and forth, the haze of intoxication adding to the fun.

"Okay, dude," Stan slurred, taking a swig from the bottle before bursting into giggles. "We gotta be careful with this bleach stuff. Can't have my hair looking like Kenny’s parka.”

You joined in his laughter, your inhibitions fading away with every sip. The room spun with a dizzying joy, and you found yourself captivated by Stan's infectious laughter and carefree demeanor. The alcohol lifted the barriers that had kept your feelings hidden, allowing them to surface.

"Don't worry, Stan. We got this. We're the most epic hair-bleaching duo ever," you slurred, your words laced with playfulness.

With somewhat unsteady hands, you began to section your hair, while Stan struggled to read the instructions on the bleach bottle. Amidst laughter, you managed to mix the bleach and developer, though the measurements were far from precise. But in that moment, precision mattered little.

As you looked at Stan, his cheeks flushed with a rosy glow, a sense of enchantment filled the dimmed room. It felt like a stolen moment in time, meant for something more.

"Okay, let's do this!" Stan exclaimed, dipping the brush into the bleach and applying it to his hair with exaggerated strokes. His movements were clumsy, bringing even more laughter from both of you. You followed his movements, your laughter blending with his, creating a symphony of joy.

As you continued to apply the bleach, the room swayed in sync with your cross-faded state. Accidental brushes of fingers sent tingles through your bodies, and the proximity between you seemed charged with unspoken connection.

"Hey, Stan," you slurred, your voice tinged with vulnerability. "I'm glad we're doing this together. It feels... special, you know?"

Stan's eyes met yours, shimmering with tipsiness and something more. His words slurred slightly as he replied, "Yeah, it's... it's something, isn't it? Like... like we're unveiling a different side of ourselves, just for tonight."

The world blurred around you as you shared that moment, before you coughed awkwardly and looked at the time. “Oh! Cmon it’s time!”

You guys rinsed out the bleach in the kitchen before heading to the bathroom.

With a mix of anticipation and excitement, you made your way to the mirror, eager to see the results of your impulsive hair-bleaching idea. The room buzzed with nervous energy as you stood side by side, your reflections staring back at you.

As you turned to face the mirror, a gasp escaped your lips. Your hair had transformed into a vibrant, almost ethereal shade. The bleach had worked its magic, leaving you with a head full of dazzling light strands. It was a drastic change, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

Beside you, Stan's eyes widened in amazement as he took in his own reflection. His once dark locks now radiated a striking brightness, contrasting against his tanned skin. A wide grin spread across his face, revealing his delight and awe at the transformation.

"Dude, we look... we look freaking awesome!" Stan exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine excitement. "I mean, seriously, look at us! We're like rock stars or something!"

You laughed, the sound bubbling up from deep within you. He was right – the sight of your bleach-blonde hair was undeniably cool and rebellious. It was as if you both had unlocked a new level of confidence, embracing a side of yourselves that had been waiting to break free.

“Now, how about we smoke the rest of that joint?”

“Hell yeah”

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

would love to see more ler!Harry with lee!Peter1 if u don't mind!! I think that they are a unlikely yet adorable duo :DD could maybe include the other brothers with them all competing on who is the best at tickling? <3

Nerf War

Summary: See prompt above :)

(Okay, this is really cute 😍 Kinda spun the tickling idea, but I hope you enjoy Anon ❤️ Thank you for your cute idea! ❤️)

"Ah!"

"Ha!" Harry cheered. "Got ya!"

One yanked his hood off his head. "No fair! My hood slipped!"

Harry spun his his nerf gun around his finger. "You're just jealous you lost."

"Cheater!"

"Oh yeah?" Harry took a shot and nailed the youngest's shoulder.

"Hey!"

Harry shrugged. "You could see that one coming."

One rolled his eyes.

"Come on, best four out of five?"

The youngest smirked. "You're on!"

"Alright." Harry grabbed a nerf bullet off of the ground. "Gather your bullets and let's go!"

Both sides rushed around the living room to gather up all the bullets he could when two figures popped their heads into the living room.

"What . . . in the world?"

Harry and Peter 1 paused and turned.

After a brief pause, Peter 2 cautiously stepped in. "What happened in here?"

"A nerf war Pete," Harry answered.

Peter 2 scanned the disorderly living room. "How did you two make this big of a mess?"

"We needed hiding spots," One replied.

Peter 3 joined the group. "Looks like a war zone."

"Pete, it's a nerf war. It's going to look like a war zone." Harry added as he motioned to his gun. "You two care to join?"

The older two Peters shared a look.

"What do you say Three?" Peter 2 asked.

"Let's do it."

The youngest Peter cheered. "Yes!"

Three pointed to Harry. "Teams?"

Harry motioned to Peter 2. "Me and him against you youngsters?"

"I like it!"

"But how do we decide who wins?" One added.

"Good point Pete. Anyone can claim they shot another player."

"And we'll need a bigger playing field with four players."

"What if we do this capture the flag style?" Peter 2 asked.

One furrowed his eyebrows together. "Capture the flag?"

Suddenly, three pairs of eyes settled on the youngest Peter.

"Did---did I say something wrong?"

"How old are you again?" Harry asked.

"Seventeen."

Two's eyes widened. "And you've never played capture the flag?"

"N-no . . . Is that a bad thing?"

"No." Three stood and made his way over to his younger brother. "But it's something that's changing today."

Harry hurried up the stairs. "I've got two scarves that'll work perfectly."

While he secured the scarves, Two and Three walked the youngest through the rules. It took a few rounds, but One soon caught on and got excited. The older three were surprised to see him catch on so quickly.

On this particular round, Peter 1 and 3 chose a small library for their base before Three dangled the red flag from the top of a tall bookcase. "Alright, now we're unstoppable!"

The youngest Peter grinned. "This is going to be so cool!"

"More than that, it's going to be epic!" Peter 3 exclaimed as he loaded the last few bullets into his nerf gun. "Ready to kick some butt?"

"Let's do it!"

The younger two Peters crept into the hallway. No sound could be heard.

"You search up here Uno." Three made his way toward the stairs. "I'll check down below."

One headed in the opposite direction from his brother. "Roger that."

Peter 1 had to admit, this was pretty awesome. As the night wore on, all the lights had been lowered to give the house a creepy feel. Outside offered no light except for the few stray moonbeams filtering through the thick clouds and on to the floor.

The youngest Peter listened intently for any sound that may indicate an approaching opponent. As he rounded a corner, he noticed one door was slightly ajar. He would have passed it by, but a flickering light drew his attention.

One cautiously crept toward the door and peeked in. The room lay quiet and still, but One still kept his guard up.

However, it dropped the moment he caught sight of a certain blue scarf dangling from a bookcase.

The youngest gasped. "Yes!"

He raced forward to grab the flag when a hand snagged his ankle.

Peter 1 tumbled to the floor and his gun disappeared under a nearby table. The youngest whirled around when a nearby light clicked on.

Harry grinned. "Hiya."

Before Peter 1 could get away, he was yanked forward on to his back and pinned to the floor.

"Harry! I didn't even see you!"

"Well that was kind of the point Pete." The older man used his knees to pin the youngest Peter's hands. "It was supposed to lure you in so I could catch you."

"Why!"

"Because!" Harry ruffled One's hair. "I need someone to lead me to your flag."

"I won't crack! You . . . you won't get any information out of me!"

The older shook his head. "You don't get it Petey. You're not telling me anything."

"Huh?"

"You're going to lead me to the flag."

"What!"

"You think I'd just let you go after you just tell me where your flag is? Just so you can steal ours?"

Peter 1 muttered, "Maybe."

"Ihi mahaybe older than you kiddo, buhut I'm not completely senial."

"I was hoping your short term memory would kick in."

Harry smirked. "You know you're awfully sassy for someone in your position."

"Oo, I'm so scared! What are you going to do if I refuse huh? Keep me here all night?" The youngest Peter puffed out his chest. "Three has to come this way eventually, and I yell pretty loudly to get his attention."

Harry gathered Peter 1's wrists together in one hand. "I know, that's why you're going to lead me to your flag."

One shook his head. "Never!"

"Suit yourself."

A moment later, Harry pushed himself up into a flip. When he landed, he was now above Peter 1's head. With the added surprise, he repinned One's arms with his knees.

The youngest Peter tested his movement by tugging on his arms. "Hey!"

"Here's how this is going to work Pete. You're going to lead me to your flag so we can win---."

"No!"

Harry lifted up one finger. "Let me finish. You can lead me to the flag, or you can face the wrath of the tickle monster."

Peter 1's eyes widened comically. He clamped his lips shut as a blush spread to his cheeks.

The older man smirked. "Oh? Is someone being stubborn?"

Peter 1 shook his head.

"Oh? So you're gonna tell me what I want to know?"

A smirk appeared on One's face as he shook his head again.

"Suit yourself kiddo." Harry started lightly spidering on One's sides. "But it's gonna tickle."

One squeaked before dissolving into a squirming pile of giggles.

"Come on, you know what you have to do."

The youngest Peter shook his head.

Harry began to spider up Peter 1's sides. "What's wrong baby berry? Too nervous to talk?"

"No!"

Harry's fingers started to lightly creep on to his younger friend's ribs. "Then come on. Tell me all of your secrets."

"Noho!" One exclaimed as his knees started curling up to his chest.

"What? You don't trust me?" Harry's fingers started to pinch along One's ribs. "Are we not friends? Whahat's uhup with that?"

"Ah!" One kicked out his legs back out and started frantically shaking his head, but the smile on his face never faltered.

"Awww, are you having fun baby berry?" The older man dug into One's bottom most ribs. "Do you just want me to tickle you all night?"

The blush on the youngest Peter's face grew darker as his laughter turned higher pitched.

"I cohould tickle yohou ahall night." Harry started squeezing up the youngest Peter's ribs. "But Two and Three might want me to share."

"HARRYHY!"

The older man stopped 'torturing' his young friend. "Ahare you going toho share?"

"Ihill nehever tahalk!"

Harry poked his ribs. "So these ribs aren't giving up any secrets?"

"Eep! Nohope!"

"Hmm." The older man hovered his fingers over One's armpits. "What about these little armpits baby berry? Will they tell me the way to the flag?"

The youngest Peter grinned nervously. "N-nooo."

"You know what I think?"

"Whahat?"

Harry dug into his armpits. "That you're lying to me."

The sound to leave Peter 1's mouth mixed a shriek and a squeal. His legs drummed into the carpet as he dissolved into cackles and snorts.

"Aww, look at how cute you are." Harry spidered his fingers up and down One's pits. "You're adorable when you're stubborn."

"YOHOU JERK!"

"You know what you gotta do to make it stop." The older man pinched along the outer muscle of his armpits. "You're keeping yourself here."

"IHIM NOHOT TELLIHING YOHOHOHOU!"

Harry spidered into the center of the youngest Peter's armpits. "Thehen the tickle monster's gonna get you."

"AH!" One snorted. "NOHOHOHO!"

Harry playfully tickled his younger friend a little longer before he finally gave him a breather. He could see he was getting close to spilling so he decided to tone it down just a little.

Peter 1 calmed his giggles. "Ihis thahat ahall you gohot?"

The older man smirked. "I was giving you a chance to hand over the information, but I guess you still haven't learned."

With a couple of movements, Harry returned to his original position on One's waist.

"Eep!"

"You've got one more chance baby Pete." Harry repinned his wrists. "Or you know what happens next."

The youngest Peter puffed out his chest. "Yohoull nehever get thehe answers out ohof mehe!"

The older man leaned closer. "We'll see about that."

The room filled with bubbly giggles as Harry started lightly spidering across One's sides again. "Noho! Harryhyhy!"

"What? I'm being so gentle." Harry let his nails glide up and down. "It's like a massage."

"Ihit tihicklehels!"

"I know it does. It's going to tickle and tickle and tickle allll night long."

"Nohoho!" The youngest squeaked when that sensitive part where his sides met his ribs was 'accidentally' grazed. "Thahat's soho mehehean!"

"I'm just giving you a massage. You're the one whose too ticklish baby berry."

As One continued giggling, Harry had to give him credit. He lasted longer than he was expecting. But the older man could see the fatigue creeping in.

And finally, One caved. "Okay, okahay! Ihill do ihit!"

Harry immediately stopped. "What was that?"

Peter One pouted. "Ihill take yohou tohoo the flahag."

"Atta boy." The older man crossed his arms. "Was that so hard?"

"Yehes because you cheheated."

"I didn't cheat," Harry explained as he climbed off the youngest. "No where in the rules does it say you can't tickle the information out of someone."

Peter 1 put an arm over his eyes and groaned.

Harry chuckled at the theatrics and used the opportunity to snag his and One's gun. That's when he noticed the time on a nearby clock.

"Yikes it's late. How long have we been playing?"

"Aha while." One stood to his feet, resisting the urge to rub the tiredness from his eyes. "Are you ready to go get the flag now?"

"Aw, don't pout Pete." Harry nudged his younger friend toward the door. "You fought valiantly to the end."

"But we still lost."

Harry followed Peter 1 down the hall. "I'm not going to remember that Pete. I'm going to remember the kid who didn't crumble in a very one sided tickle fight."

That comment did put a smile on the teen's face before he hid it in his arm to muffle a yawn.

The older man nudged his young friend. "Come on, we'll go to bed once this is done."

Peter 1 led Harry into the small library and pointed up to the bookcase. "It's up there."

"Hey, that's pretty good! Two would never have been able to reach it."

One gave a small smile. "We thought it was."

Harry felt his heart twinge a little. The kid had had a good time.

The older man set aside the guns. "Bet you can't fight me away from it."

The youngest grinned. "You're on!"

A moment later, One flew across the room and took Harry down to the floor. After a brief tussle, One managed to pin Harry to the floor all on his own.

"Hehey, nice job kid!" The older man tugged on his arms. "Better fix that grip on my arms though."

Peter 1 smirked and dug into Harry's armpits. "Like this?"

"AH!" The older man instantly brought his arms down. "PETER!"

"Hehehe!"

With a little persistence, Harry lifted his arms and squeezed the youngest's ribs. This brought him down to the ground where Harry immediately reattacked his spots.

"Eek!"

"Doho you yihield?"

"Ihi yield! Ihi yihield!"

Harry stopped his tickles and pulled his young friend into a hug. "C'mere you!"

One immediately returned the hug. "I love you Harry."

"Love you too kiddo." Harry kissed his forehead before pushing him over to the couch. "Come on, time to get some sleep."

With very little resistance, One climbed up on to the comfy couch then snuggled in. "Thanks for tonight Harry. It was awesome."

Harry dropped a blanket over the kid. "Ihit was Pete. I had a blast hanging out with you."

"Me too." One yawned. "You're an awesome friend."

A moment later, Harry watched as Peter 1's eyes fluttered close signaling he had drifted off to sleep.

Once Harry was sure One was peacefully asleep, he slipped something into his hand. It was the familiar blue scarf that One had been trying to secure.

Harry slipped One's phone out of his pocket and took a picture of the hand holding the flag. He then texted the victory picture to the group chat before putting his phone back into One's pocket. "You did a great job kid. Kept me away fair and square."

With a final hair ruffle, Harry quietly exited the room to let the youngest sleep in peace.